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jeonqbunny · 7 months

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do it slowly

suguru geto x f!reader smut ♡

summary: your childhood friend suguru geto comes home for summer break after 2 long years of being away at college <3

content warning: soft dom!suguru x sub!f!reader, smut, porn w a plot, hair pulling, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex (he pulls out), uses of petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, princess), biker suguru implied, quite a bit of fluff included.

word count: 6.1k (yappatron 6000 jesus christ </3)

today is my bday and i rlly hate this, but it took me so mf LONG to write.

about a year and a half have passed since you last saw suguru; the heat of the summer bringing back childhood memories of you two playing outside, be it in the trees around your house or running through the sprinklers in the lawn. you can’t help but sigh lightly, you miss him. he went out of state for college after graduation while you decided to stay back at home with your parents, it’s been lonely without him.

despite the air conditioner going full blast your forehead is still damp from the humid air of summer, reminding you of a fan you have on your desk that you could probably bring over to your bed. sitting up, you feel the immediately recognizable buzz of your phone on your thigh as you quickly snatch it up and see you have a text. it’s from satoru.

your prior mission of using the fan completely slipped your mind as you swiped the notification away rather quickly, readjusting yourself to lay down before opening it. your eyes narrowed at the message, your nerves immediately rising to the ceiling and beyond. “suguru is coming back for summer break?” you asked yourself out loud, chewing on the tip of your index finger as you reread the text over and over again. it was exciting, to say the least. seeing him again this soon was not something you exactly expected, but you weren’t complaining.

you read further to find out satoru was going to host a surprise “welcome home” party for him. this didn’t surprise you, though. satoru is suguru’s bestfriend, and ever since he left it’s just been you and him. the idea of all of you being back together again excited you, and you were curious to see how much suguru has grown. if he aged even half as well as satoru did, then he would be more than a little attractive.

you replied to satoru, informing him that you would be attending and helping him set up for it. after all, suguru was your beloved friend too. though you haven’t seen him since he left, unlike satoru who flew out quite often to see him with his daddy’s money. the last you heard, suguru had a girlfriend and was doing very well in his studies.

you got ready to head over to satoru’s place to set up for suguru’s surprise party, picking up streamers and other corny party decorations on your way. you walked up to satoru’s front door, pretty much buried in all the decorations you bought as you struggled to hold yourself upwards. you let out an annoyed grunt at how long satoru took to open the door before you finally heard the door unlock and fling open. there he stood, his tall lanky figure resting against the door frame with an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“wow, you look like you’re really struggling there y/n.” he chuckled deeply, reaching forward and grabbing a couple boxes before stepping to the side to allow you space to enter his house. you let out a relieved huff when you set it all down on the table, finally being able to stand up straight. you glared at the snowy haired man, the urge to slap his cocky ass grin off of his face nearly consuming your entire being, but you decided on mercy.

“so what kind of party is this gonna be anyway? just a kick back with all of our friends or are you going to be extra like you always are?” you queried with a mocking tone, your gaze fixing up into satoru’s cerulean eyes through your eyelashes.

satoru simply reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a weak smile plastered on his glossy lips. “of course it’s going to be extra. you already know i wouldn’t have it any other way.” he snickered, his large hand coming up to his mouth in a mischievous manner. you couldn’t do anything but sigh and laugh along while shaking your head. the time passed quicker than you thought, the house slowly becoming decorated with balloons and streamers along with letters that spelled out “welcome home suguru” along the wall.

as the time draws near, you can’t help but chew the edges of your fingers a little raw in nervousness and anticipation to see suguru again. satoru catches this and smacks your hand away from your mouth, “you know suguru doesn’t like you doing that. stop it. go get a drink or something if you’re really that nervous…” he trails off with a look of ‘oh shit’ forming across his face, prompting a look of curiosity and confusion from you as you sneakily try to nibble a bit more on your pinky, eliciting another smack from him as a slight yelp fell from your lips.

“why’d you get all cold when you mentioned the drinks?” you ask, reeling slightly from the smack he laid on your hand. satoru sighs and ruffles his snowy shaggy hair in an exasperated fashion, “i forgot the damn drinks.” he grumbles lowly, his bright blue eyes shifting to the floor in disappointment. you stood there, absolutely dumbfounded by his utter stupidity.

“how the hell do you forget the drinks for a party?” you exclaim in a tone laced with annoyance and panic. “i don’t know! i just got lost in everything i guess.” he scraped the back of his neck in embarrassment for a moment before turning to you with a confident grin on his face. “look, can you go run out and buy a couple cases of beer or something?” he says, rustling around in his pocket before tossing his wallet at you. “nuh uh, no. i don’t wanna miss suguru’s arrival, someone else can go.”

“you and i are the only people who can drive here, plus what kind of host would i be if i were gone when he arrived? anyway, he won’t be here for like another thirty minutes. just don’t drag your ass and you’ll be fine.” he spits back in an irritated manner before you begrudgingly grab his wallet from where it landed beside you on the couch and head out to your car.

the drink run goes smooth enough, but then you hit traffic on your way back. shit. you are going to be late. the idea of being late because of satoru’s horrible planning only pissed you off even more. “how does that little idiot always convince me to do the work for him?” you sighed out loud, your hand reaching up to tug at your hair as the situation fully settled in. you tap at your steering wheel eagerly, your eyes rolling into your skull as you sit completely still in traffic. after a while of sitting and plotting satoru’s death, the cars finally started rolling. but by then it was already too late, the party had started well over fifteen minutes ago and suguru was most definitely already there.

you pulled up to satoru’s party, the street and driveway already significantly more filled than it was when you left. that’s when you saw it, a sleek black motorcycle sitting in the open garage. it caught your eye, and you were growing more curious to know who it belonged to as you wobbled your way to the door. you lugged the packs of alcohol up the small stairway leading to the front door, your arms struggling to reach the handle under the weight of the bags hanging off of them.

finally, you managed to get the door open with a loud grunt and a deep breath following in your wake. you panted a bit, your chest heaving as you carried the heavy load of alcohol to the kitchen. you tossed them on the counter not so carefully, desperate to get the heavy weight off of your arms. you hissed, sucking in air through your teeth as you rubbed at your arms for a bit of comfort.

you were busy soothing the ache in your arms when a familiar voice called your name from behind you. you immediately pivoted on your foot and spun yourself around to see a very tall suguru. you immediately pulled him in for a hug, holding onto him tightly as you rocked on your heels in excitement. he cackled under his breath, a dramatic ‘oof’ catching in his throat from your tight embrace. still, he returned the embrace just as tightly.

soon enough, you pulled away from the hug and shot him a look of amazement. his dark jett black hair now reached down past his mid back, and it was tied messily into a half up half down bun. it was quite the dramatic change in contrast to when you last saw him. his demeanor even felt the slightest bit different, and you couldn't quite place your finger on it. as you were lost in the view that was suguru geto, you felt your face heat up immediately as his lips formed a knowing smile. you knew you were caught checking him out, and you weren't exactly sure what to say in that very moment.

“you look good, y/n. i’m happy to see you again after so long, seems you’ve grown too.” he remarked breathlessly, his dark obsidian eyes grazing over your figure with the same amazement you looked at him with. you nodded to his statement, your eyes fluttering slightly as you offered him a polite smile.

“yeah, not as much as you though, clearly.” you muttered back, gesturing to his height with your arms in a teasing manner. he chuckled at your response, reaching forward to ruffle your hair with his hand. “why were you late? satoru said you were gettin’ drinks?” he quizzed gently, his voice low and smooth like honey and it was enough to make you feel like you were going to melt. you nodded your head in response, carping about how satoru forgot to buy drinks. he shook his head, tsking with a weak smile as his eyes remained fixed on you. “sounds like satoru, dude would lose his head if it wasn’t attached.” he quipped in a defeated tone, before your conversation was oh so rudely interrupted by satoru. “speak of the devil.” you muttered in annoyance, reluctantly pulling him in for a side hug as your gaze remained on suguru.

satoru chortled, his blue eyes rolling as he pulled you in a bit tighter, giving you one more extra affectionate squeeze before letting you out of his grasp. “i told ya to not drag your ass y/n, don’t be angry at me.” he shrugged, his face plastered with the mundane shit eating grin he normally wore. you simply crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, turning back to pour yourself a cup of liquor to ease your nerves as suguru and satoru chatted it up.

you sipped slowly, your face turning in with disgust at the taste before nudging satoru on the shoulder. “i don’t want this, you have it.” you requested in a dramatically appalled voice, holding the red solo cup out for him to grab. satoru didn’t hesitate in the slightest, shrugging before throwing his head back and gulping it down with ease. the idea of doing it yourself making your stomach turn as you shivered at the thought.

suguru looked over satoru for a moment, but his gaze was primarily fixed on you. after nearly 2 years, you grew taller, your body grew to be womanly, and your voice even lowered a bit. it was quite a lot to take in, especially after not seeing you for what felt like so long. the house was buzzing with chatter and music, the smell of sweat and alcohol filling the air from all the people gathered around to celebrate suguru’s return. your eyes met suguru’s again, your breath hitched in your throat and the pounding in your chest made you a bit nervous. you weren’t entirely sure exactly why you felt the way you felt.

maybe it was the fact that you were seeing him again for the first time in two years. or maybe, it was just the way he looked now. it had you astonished, for lack of better words. not once within your ten years of friendship did you see him like that, but the way he looked at you with his nihilistic smile made that change in an instant. you were lost in thought before satoru nudged your arm, pointing at the crowd that was dancing; with an irritated looking suguru in his grasp. you nodded, waving them off to go have fun as you turned on your heels to exit out of the garage door. you drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to gather your thoughts and calm your breathing.

that’s when you saw it again, a black motorcycle standing on it’s peg in front of your eyes. you stepped closer, observing it in curiosity of whose it could be to be sitting in satoru’s garage. you continued looking at it, checking for any signs of it being someone you know. and just as you were about to give up, suguru entered the dimly lit garage with a bashful smile gracing his lips.

“i see you found my bike, it’s nice huh?” he revealed that it was his bike, and it made your head spin in perplexity. just who was suguru now? “i- yeah actually it is nice. i didn’t know you rode one until now.” you admitted in a breathless mumble, your eyes darting between him and his bike. “your girlfriend into biker guys or what?” you puzzled playfully, fully unaware of what he was about to tell you.

“satoru didn’t tell you?” he laughed out loud, his large hands tucking into his pockets as he took a few steps closer to you and his bike. “we broke up, i found out she cheated on me a couple months ago.” he informed simply, his lips pursing into a thin line as he looked you up and down. well fuck, that’s awkward. you sighed in response, resting your hand on his shoulder briefly before letting your arm fall back down to your side.

“i’m sorry, satoru doesn’t tell me much about you these days so..” you looked up at him and smiled sheepishly, an apologetic look written all over your features. he shook his head, pulling his hand out of his pocket and wrapping his arm around your shoulder reassuringly. “no big deal at all, i know how satoru can be.” he replied shortly, a weak smile tugging on his lips as he looked down at you.

“i’m about to head out, you know i hate when satoru throws these over the top parties.” the idea of him taking off already made you feel a bit sad, but you weren’t going to stop him. especially because you were just as overwhelmed by them as he was. “you want a ride home, y/n?” his question made you jolt in shock.

“uh, n-no i’m fine, i drove here. thank you though.” you blubber out, still reeling from the shock of the question. “oh, alright then, no worries.” a definite look of disappointment crosses the otherwise stoic face, making you feel as if you need to back peddle. “but!” you shout almost a bit too loud from nerves as you try to salvage the situation, “we could always meet up at my house, just like the old times, huh?” a slightly unnerving smirk flashes across suguru’s face, making your heart beat all the faster, “sure, i’ll see you there.”

you wasted no more time in heading home, making it there quicker than you’d like to admit. you didn’t even think of saying goodbye to satoru as you pull into your driveway. your headlights shined on suguru who was sliding off his helmet in front of your car, his dark bangs falling into his face messily before he straightened them out. you swallowed thickly, enjoying the view

before pulling your keys out of the ignition and stepping into the warm night air. you let out a deep exhale, the sounds of crickets and your footsteps filling your ears.

you offered suguru a gentle smile, reaching forward to grab at his hand and drag him along with you to the front of your house. he chuckled from behind you, accepting your warm hand into his and enjoying the sense of nostalgia that you brought to him. you fumbled with your keys, doing your very best to unlock the door with your shaky hands. at once, you finally unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside with suguru almost glued to your back.

your parents were gone on vacation for the summer, so the house was empty and looked quite desolate as you made your way up to the bedroom with him. when you reached your bedroom, your hand smacked the wall on the inside of the door and slid around in an attempt to find the light switch. the lights finally flickered on, causing you to squint from the sudden intrusion of light. suguru stepped into the room in front of you, looking around with a bright smile.

“i see your room hasn’t changed very much. it’s cute, i like it.” he murmured, the smile on his face evident in his voice as he spoke. you nodded along, turning on a lamp and shutting off the over powering ceiling light. “yeah, didn’t have much of a need or want to change anything.” you replied with a tint of blush dusting over your cheeks as suguru took a seat on the edge of your bed with his legs spread apart.

“really? even these dumb little things?” he quipped snarkily, grabbing one of your teddy bears in his hand and squeezing it. you let out a whine, as if to protest against him before snatching it from his hands and stroking it’s head with your finger. “i’ll have you know that mr. teddy is not some dumb thing.” you growled back, your finger still tracing its plushy fur as suguru chortled under his breath.

“nothing about you has changed, y/n. you’re as feisty as ever.” he stated firmly, his dark eyes flickering into yours as he awaited your response. you let out a soft sigh, setting the teddy bear back down onto the mattress before taking a seat next to him on the edge of the bed. “yeah, kinda have to be to hold my ground around satoru when you’re gone.” you provoked teasingly, a toothy grin spreading across your face as you looked back at him. “i’ve missed you, sugu.” you added, this time sounding a bit more sentimental.

“yeah i’ve missed you too, sweet girl.” he hummed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in and press a tender kiss to the top of your head. he closed his eyes for a moment, his chin now resting there as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo. he let out a soft exhale, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. “how long are you gonna stay? i assume just over the summer, yeah?” you quizzed as your eyes fluttered shut, your head still pressed firmly into his shoulder.

“just for the summer.” he confirmed in a more somber tone now, his back eyes remaining closed as he pressed his lips on the back of your head once more. he pulled you fully into his lap, slotting you in comfortably in between his thighs with your back against his chest. he slid your hair to the side, revealing the back of your neck. he pressed another delicate kiss there, trying to gauge your reaction to it all.

your breath caught in your throat, your thighs pressing together in a desperate attempt to soothe the aching that was building up in between your legs. suguru took note of this, his arms now wrapping around your waist from behind. his lips moved from the back of your neck, his arm reaching up to hook his fingers around the collar of your shirt to reveal your shoulder. he peppered hot sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin, his tongue darting out every now and then to leave wet spots in his wake.

this elicited a small whine from you, your eyes slamming shut from the sensation as your body began to heat up and squirm in his lap. Your responsiveness mixed with your hips squirming against his groin caused his cock to stiffen against the fabric of his jeans, a low guttural groan falling from his mouth and sending vibrations into your shoulder. “s-sugu..” you whined, your head rolling to the side to give him better access.

“so you do want this, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly, his hands falling to your hips to hold you firmly in place as he moved to suck on the side of your neck. you had little to no way to form words at this point, however deciding to go with a simple nod wasn’t enough. “use your words, baby. i want to hear you say it.” he chuckled deeply into your skin, his lips grazing across the soft and sensitive surface teasingly.

you mewled in desperation, your hips bucking into his throbbing member that pressed against the small of your back. “i want it.. please.. need you sugu..” your voice was wobbly and laced with desperation. you were really exposing yourself at the moment, revealing that this is something you’ve been longing for for quite some time now.

he reached up with one of his hands to wrap your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging it around his knuckles harshly to force your head back as he sucked on your skin more feverishly now. “i thought so, you wouldn’t stop fucking me with those pretty eyes of yours all night.” he purred, his voice velvety and full of undying lust as he squeezed your hair in his hand even tighter. you cried out from the sting, your eyebrows knitting together at the painful sensation. your hand reached up to grip at his hand resting on your hip, squeezing it tightly in an attempt to ground yourself.

this caused him to laugh sadistically as he traced small affectionate patterns on the soft skin of your hand. his grip on your hair never faltered as he pulled you up by it and stood to his feet, gently forcing you to your knees in front of him. he muttered a small ‘sorry’ for the way your exposed knees smacked against the hardwood. you immediately know the drill, urgently reaching up to unbuckle his belt as you feel your wetness seep from your panties and onto the floor below. he tugged back your head by your hair firmly, clicking his tongue before he spoke. “slow, sweetheart. do it slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look when you swallow my cock. make sure you look at me while you do it, or i’ll make you stop.” he ordered sternly, his light and gentle voice strongly contradicting the harshness of his order, but you obeyed regardless.

you wanted nothing more than for him to just fill your mouth, so you happily obliged. you looked up into his dark hazy eyes, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. with one small tug, his bulge was now visible through his wet and sticky boxers. you let out a needy moan, your eyelashes fluttering up at him as you pressed your tongue to the stain of precum at his tip, lapping and sucking at it through the fabric.

suguru sucked in air through his teeth, a moan coming out with his exhale as he looked down at you. his hand reached down to grip you by the chin and stroke your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “not so feisty now are you? you’re such a naughty girl, didn’t know you had it in you to obey.” he teased, his abs rippling under his shirt as his body tensed up from the feeling of your pretty lips against the clothed tip of his cock.

you let out a slightly annoyed groan at his statement, gently nibbling on the tip with your teeth to discourage him from teasing you like that. this caused him to tug at your hair roughly, ripping your mouth away from his throbbing cock. you shrieked at the sudden tug, your head reeling with pain before he spoke. “if you bite my dick like that again, i’m not gonna let you cum. and if i’m not mistaken– that’s definitely not what you want, is it pretty?” he grumbled, his voice a lot less gentle and a lot more hoarse. he dragged your head back to force your face into his cock once more, letting out a breathy giggle as his hips pushed forward to press his stiffened member to your cheek.

you definitely didn’t want to be denied the pleasure of cumming all over his cock, so you decided to comply this time around. you reached up and hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his muscular thighs as you looked up at him with an apologetic look in your eyes. he let out a soft hum of approval, his cock finally springing free from the tight fabric of his boxers.

the sight alone elicited a wanton moan to bubble up in your throat, his heavy and girthy member twitching in front of your face with precum dripping from the tip. you lapped at the tip of his cock, the salty taste of precum swirling around your taste buds. a normally unpleasant taste

became something you enjoyed, it sent a rush of arousal straight to your core. you savored it for a moment before wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it slowly. you allowed a full moan to come up your throat, sending vibrations down his shaft as your wet hot tongue slid over his slit. this alone caused his hips to rut forward further into your mouth, his hand that held your hair trembling slightly as he gasped.

the sudden rut of his hips caused you to gag, finally committing to taking him as far as you could down your throat. one of your hands gripped his toned thigh, digging your nails in as you tried to steady yourself, while the other reached up to cup his balls in your hand. suguru got needy enough to start thrusting into your mouth full force, pulling your head forward by the hair to match his pace. you gagged and whined around him, hot tears welling up in your eyes and streaming down your rosy cheeks as his heavy balls smacked into your chin.

"so good baby, your throat grips my cock so fucking nicely." moans of profanities and your name fell from his pretty lips, his voice growing to be more airy and hoarse. all the sudden he pulled his cock from your throat, letting out a loud groan from the loss of contact on his throbbing length.

you looked up at him as you coughed and tried to catch your breath, a long thick string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your lips. you sat on your knees for a moment, waiting for his next move as saliva and precum dripped down your chin and onto your chest. he was staring down at you, his thick veiny member coated in your saliva twitching right in front of your lips. "you look stunning when you struggle to breathe, angel. you look like such a cock hungry little girl." he wanted to enjoy this view for as long as he could, taking in the way your saliva soaked the white blouse you had on as your saliva dripped from your chin in a very lewd way.

he crouched down to your level, finally letting go of your hair, and it was immediately sore and achy from how tight he was holding it. but that thought quickly left your mind when he pulled you in for a delicate but heated kiss, his large hands cupping your dainty face as he began deepening it. his tongue slid across your bottom lip, tugging it in between his lips before plunging his tongue into your mouth. your tongues tangled together naturally, your lips melting into one another's as you moaned into suguru's mouth. the kiss was dirty, sure. but it held a feeling that felt like much more than just lust.

with no warning he pulled you to your feet with ease, letting you rest against his chest momentarily to stabilize your wobbly legs before bending you over on the desk. your hands rested flat against the cold wood surface, shivering as he lifted up your skirt and grazed his fingers along the swell of your ass. “you’ve got such a nice ass princess.. don’t remember it looking this pretty last time i saw you.” he gritted his teeth, leaving a harsh smack on one of your

cheeks before tugging your panties off in one swift motion. you shrieked, the sting of his hand lingering on your ass caused your arousal to splatter down your thighs.

“already wet and all you’ve done is suck my cock a little.. that’s cute baby.” he hums, his large hand kneading on the flesh of your ass while the other one slides in between your folds, rubbing harsh circles on your clit and watching the way your body tenses up from his touch. his chest filled with pride, seeing you so fucked out for him already from just a couple brushes of his fingers.

he dipped two thick digits into your aching hole, holding still for a moment to really feel the way you fluttered around his fingers. you bucked your hips against his hand, desperate for him to give you even the slightest bit more. doing this caused his cock to throb painfully, hardly able to focus from his imagination of what it would be like to have your gummy walls wrapped around his cock. he took his fingers out slowly, a wet pop following before he licked them clean with an airy grunt. “i’ll have to taste you another time, i need to be inside you, now sweetheart.” he aired breathlessly, his hand gripped his thick cock and he moved forward to press the tip to your leaking entrance.

he slid it up and down your slick folds, enjoying the lewd sound it made before pushing the tip inside of you. your body jolted forward as if to escape from the sudden but long awaited intrusion, a slight pain creeping into your cunt from the stretch of his dick nearly tearing you open. this causes suguru to yank your arms out from under you and pull you against his chest, shoving his cock all the way in. you yelped in pain, your pussy sucking him in desperately despite how much you were stretched as you began to moan and whine his name.

“it’s okay baby, just take it. i’m sorry for being so rough. but i mmhh– i need to fuck you.” he apologized briefly through broken moans before starting to thrust into you from behind. he held your arms behind your back tightly and shoved you face down onto the desk as his hips snapped into your ass. sounds of slapping, your mixed moans and the creaking of the desk underneath you filling the otherwise quiet room. he leaned down from behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before bullying into your cunt even further.

you squeal and squeeze your legs together as the tip of his cock pounded against your cervix repetitively, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering to the back of your skull. “s-sugu.. fuck meee oh my god–” you babbled on and on, you couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t even speak properly to tell him how much you loved him and the way he ruined you. his hand let go of one of your arms, reaching forward to grip the base of your throat and coax your head back before placing a kiss on the tip of your ear.

“i am fucking you, sweet girl.” he chastised with a chuckle, his other hand reaching down to slide under your shirt and raise it enough to roll your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. your body visibly shuddered from the pleasure, his hand leaving your throat to let your head fall back against the desk before reaching down to rub quick circles around your clit. immediately you felt your high creeping up on you, the pressure in your abdomen building and close to unraveling.

suguru took note of the way you fluttered around his length, the way you gripped him causing him to clench his jaw. he didn’t want it to be over just yet, making quick work of flipping you onto your back against the the desk. he pushed your knees up to your shoulders, spreading your legs wide and admiring the sight of your dripping cunt before pushing back into you with ease.

he set the pace again, pressing his forehead to yours before capturing your lips into a deep kiss. it didn’t take long for you to get close again, the bottom of his navel rubbing into your clit with each deep thrust he took inside of you. you whimpered into his mouth, lapping at his tongue sloppily in desperation before he broke the kiss. “i’m close sugu.. so so close.. please–” she cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper than before. he groaned out, one of his hands reached forward to hold your face in it while his other took care of your sensitive bud.

his dark raven bangs clung to his forehead as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. “i’m close too baby, it’s okay. you can cum.” he reassured gently, stroking her hot cheeks with his thumb affectionately. as he chased his high, he felt his muscles tense up, feeling you lock up underneath him made his hips move more feverishly, determined to pull your orgasm out of you harder.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping onto his back and sinking your nails into his sweaty tanned skin. you panted, finally mustering up the courage to say what you’ve wanted to for so long. ‘i love you suguru, i love you s– so much..” and just like that, you came undone as a white heat rushed through your body. your back arched off the desk, your eyes slammed shut and your mouth fell slack as your insides pulsated around him. your clear sticky cum formed a ring around the base of his cock, coating his pelvic bone and his balls as he thrusted into you.

your confession certainly caught him by surprise, but he accepted it wholeheartedly as it threw him into an orgasm of his own. “i love you too, y/n. fuck– always have, my pretty girl.” he huffed out, his hand drifting from the skin of your cheek and down to your throat to squeeze it tightly. he pulled out and pumped his swollen length a couple of times before cumming all over your tummy.

he fucked his own hand a bit more as he rode out his high, a couple more thin ropes of his hot white seed following behind. a guttural moan jumping up his throat as his eyebrows knitted together. fuck, he looked so pretty.

he leaned in and moved your hair out of your face before pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. the back of his index finger ghosting down the edge of your jawline before he pulled away to look for something to clean the both of you up. he wiped away the mess, a gentle and almost unreadable expression gracing over his handsome face as he focused on taking care of you.

he straightened out your skirt, his large veiny hands that were decorated with black nail polish sliding along your hips as if to worship the view a bit more before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. he caged you in underneath him, taking a good look at your face before kissing the tip of your nose.

“so you love me huh? maybe i’ll just have to stay here.” his expression softened, and a smile grew on his lips to reveal his pearly whites. the sight of his smile made your heart swell, it wasn’t the kind of smile you saw very often, but when you did it could like up an entire room. “i suppose i do, sugu.” you teased back, pressing a kiss to his lips gently before you both laid down together on your twin sized mattress.

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Hating You Is The Easiest Thing I Can Do

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: When your boss pulls your case out from under you and gives it right to the BAU, you're pissed. You're even more pissed when Doctor Spencer Reid suggests you can't do your job properly. After a week in his company, you decide to give him a piece of your mind

Warnings: Day One of Kinktober - Hate Sex, enemies to lovers, dom/sub, Mean!Dom!Spencer, Brat!Reader, spanking, degradation, spanking, spit kink, sir kink, vaginal fingering, slight creampie, Reader's boss is an asshole, typical office misogyny. Spencer is also an asshole, but that's just because he's a dumbass.

A/N: Special thank you to @reidmotif and @mrs-dr-reid for proofreading this one for me! I wrote this when on a major Pride and Prejudice moment, which is why there's a whole lot of plot before the sex. I hope you like the build-up just as much as the smut! <3 If you like it, don't forget to leave a like, reply, or reblog and tell me your thoughts! ((just as a reminder, apart for Sundays and Tuesdays, I'll be posting all the kinktober fics on AO3 exclusively, so check out my writing there - reiderwriter))

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To say you were angry was an understatement. You were seething, the anger bubbling up inside of you and threatening to lash out at anyone who so much as crossed your path as you made your way down the crappy motel corridor. You'd only known Spencer Reid a week, but you could think of no one you despised more.

The FBI had always been a boys' club, you knew that. There were some goddamn strong women in your field office, of course, but you were outnumbered 10 to 1. Which was why you were so determined to do well on the first case assigned to you as lead Agent. The first week of the case, you'd made sure you were thorough. A body had been found in the park by a jogger, and you darted to the crime scene the moment you got the call. A woman in her early twenties, like you, had been raped, tortured, and then dumped here, her body posed in a demeaning way to make it seem as if she were performing a sexual act. Your entire body shuddered at the sight, but you couldn't let your coworkers see you weak so you powered through. Collecting evidence, getting an ID on the victim, interviewing potential witnesses, and yes, even breaking the news to the poor girl's family, you had been so attentive to every detail of the case and you felt you were making progress, your boss delivered a humbling blow.

"Another body has been discovered. I've invited the Behavioural Analysis Unit in from Quantico because you're in over your head." He'd told you, not even looking up at you from the file he was reading on his desk.

"What? I wasn't told about another body, why wasn't I notified?"

"I didn't think you needed to know, now that the BAU is coming in."

"So I'm off the case? That's it?"

"No, I want you to assist them in their investigation. Tell them everything you've gathered so far, get them situated in the office as best you can."

"Get them coffee when they want it? Rub their feet if they ask for it? This is bullshit, I was making progress, if you'd only have given me more time-"

"Agent, I suggest you walk out of this office right now and get your PMSing under control before I have to suspend you from fieldwork." You pressed your nails further into the beds on your palms then and bit back your tongue from replying, simply giving a terse nod and exiting the office.

It wasn't even an hour later before the new team arrived, and you offered a tense smile and welcome as you got them set up in their own office. The Unit Chief didn't seem too bad, but Aaron Hotchner couldn't exactly be described as the most welcoming of people, and you felt an instant camaraderie with JJ, the other agent who'd come into the office with him. There were more agents apparently, but they'd gone out into the field to check out the new victim and reinterview the family, something you weren't exactly happy about. But, if you were going to be their little bitch for the next week, you were at least thankful they were tolerable and polite.

"So here's everything I've got so far. I've been pretty thorough in my interrogations of potential witnesses, and there are no CCTV cameras in the general vicinity of the dump sites, so I don't think you'll find anything else there that'll aid in your profile."

" If you'd have been thorough you'd have found this though, right?" A new voice popped up from the door, and you felt yourself tense up under the sudden accusation. Looking up you saw he was holding up his phone, a picture of a strange marking on a tree lighting up the screen.

"Excuse me?"

"This was left on a tree roughly thirty feet from the first dump site. I called Rossi and Morgan and they found a similar marking near the second victim. It's a Mesopotamian symbol relating to the worship of prostitutes and sex workers to promote fertility." He spoke plainly, but all you could hear was the condescension in his tone, and your blood boiled with rage.

" Agent Y/L/N, I'm sorry about him, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, he's another member of our team." JJ introduced the man, sending him a warning glance, as if letting him know that he hadn't just put his foot in his mouth directly.

You looked at the man then, really focusing on him now instead of the pictures, and almost cursed out loud again. He was a jerk, but fuck was he attractive. Tousled hair, dark eyes, and a perfectly sculpted jaw, it was as if he were sent from hell directly to piss you off and tempt you. You pushed the attraction aside for the minute then, choosing to be the bigger person and introduce yourself.

"I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N. And I'm sorry that I'm not an expert on Mesopotamian prostitutes, but I guess that's probably your specialty, right, Doctor?" You held out your hand for him to shake, but he just looked down at it.

"If you're referring to my doctorate, I actually didn't study classic civilizations. I hold PhDs in Math, Chemistry, and Engineering and additional BAs in Psychology, Philosophy, and Sociology. And I don't do handshakes." He glanced straight past you after that, walking back over to Hotch and filling him in on other things you must've overlooked during your brief time working the case.

You glared at his back, finally letting your hand drop to your side again as you let out an angry chuckle.

"Don't take it personally, Spencer is just… He’s He's not great with people. He'll warm up to you." JJ put a reassuring arm on your shoulder and you nodded. But inside you knew there was not one thing the man could do to reverse the bad opinion of him you'd just gained.

–X–

After the initial anger of having the case seeped out from beneath you wore off, you actually began enjoying your time with the BAU. You hadn't put much thought into profiling before, it usually being so far off your radar while you were working in the field office but you were actually coming to enjoy how they worked, and you'd learned a lot.

Your relationship with Spencer, however, only degraded.

Your hatred had reignited the moment you'd been joined by the rest of the BAU Team. Your boss has finally come down to greet them, and, almost as if making you pay for your earlier comments, had genuinely sent you on a coffee run for them. You could deal with the fact that the man had the most annoyingly complicated coffee order you'd ever heard of in the Bureau, but what you couldn't forgive were the sly comments you walked in on when you returned.

"Come on, Reid. That Agent is easy on the eyes, you should talk to her, get you a slice of that." You'd been introduced to Derek Morgan earlier and you'd instantly pegged him as a flirt, so this wasn't exactly shocking to you. What was a bit surprising was the other man's reply.

"If she's attractive I hadn't noticed. I've been too busy trying to clear up her mess with this case."

You walked in the door then, coffees in hand, and slammed his drink down on the table for him. You handed Morgan to him, double-checking that you'd got both of their orders right before shooting another glare at the man and walking away to find the rest of the team.

But not before hearing Morgan chastise Reid in another whisper: "God man, you gotta be nicer to the kid…"

To say that your working relationship had soured totally after your two personal encounters with the man was simply an untruth. You didn't have a working relationship, you had a working rivalry.

From then on, you'd slyly interrupt the man when he was speaking, telling him to cut his genius rambles in half, that you didn't have all day to sit around and wait for him to stutter his way through his theory while there was a murderer on the loose.

He didn't hold back either, constantly asking you questions he knew you didn't know the answers to, just to smile slyly down at you and make you admit that you weren't as good as him. It was getting so detrimental to the office atmosphere that you had to be genuinely separated after only three days, Hotchner bringing you into the field with him on multiple occasions and forcing Reid to stay behind with JJ to work on a geographical profile.

You'd been with Hotchner at a family interview, working with him to gain details of the second victim's actions and whereabouts leading up to her murder to establish a timeline when you got a call.

Excusing yourself from the room, you quickly picked up the call.

"This is Agent Y/L/N."

"Hotch isn't picking up his phone." That was all the explanation you got from the man on the other side of the phone, his voice instantly grating.

"Yes, I'd assume he isn't, Doctor Reid, because we are currently interviewing a bereaved mother and father and he put his phone on silent. Is there something you need?"

"I need to talk to Hotch."

"Well, you called me. What do you need?" You heard him breathe out a frustrated sigh on the other side of the line, and you rolled your eyes, slightly enjoying being this stubborn and getting under his skin.

"Just tell him we're ready to give the profile, okay?" He hung on you after that and you cursed him down the line, receiving nothing back but the empty beeps of the dial tone.

–X–

It didn't take long after delivering the profile to get your guy, but as he hadn't been in the middle of committing any felonies when you picked him up, you'd had to spend a few days in the interrogation rooms.

Hotch had taken a crack at him and gotten nowhere, and so had Rossi and Emily and Morgan. JJ had been the one to make the arrest, so she went in last and still came out with nothing much. He hadn't layered up yet, as they'd suspected he wouldn't, too egotistical to allow anyone else into the room that he thought he was going to talk himself out of.

"We're getting nowhere with this, Hotch. I think I have an idea that could get him to start talking." Reid said as you all stared at the man through the one-way glass.

"What, you think you can charge in there and get him to talk?" It was petty, but it'd been a stressful week, and he was used to this flow of conversation between the two of you.

"No, you are. Hotch, she fits his type, she's attractive, same build and coloring as the previous two victims. I think it'd work." You scoffed at his suggestion.

"Oh so now you think I'm attractive? I thought you hadn't noticed because you were, what, too busy cleaning up my mess?" You crossed your arms as he gave you an incredulous look, and you realized that he didn't think you'd heard him.

"Spencer's right, Y/N." Hotch nodded, looking between the two of you to see if he needed to pull you apart to keep you from fighting or to keep you from jumping each other. You personally weren't sure which you'd like most at that point, cursing yourself as you let your eyes trail down his body.

"It's going to excite him having you so close, you should pop a few of those buttons, too," Reid suggested looking down at your chest as you scoffed and crossed your arms.

"Oh you'd really like that," you mumbled under your breath, but a swift look from Hotch had you shutting your mouth again as he began to brief you.

Going in you felt a surge of pettiness seep through you. You were going to nail this guy, get him to talk about every little nasty thing he did to those girls, and prove to your boss that you could do this when every member of the BAU had tried and failed. But a small, dim, and annoying reminder at the back of your head whispered in your ear that you'd be pleasing Spencer then as well. Proving him right. You weren't sure if you wanted to succeed to hear him or your boss say "good job" to you after you finally succeeded, but when you imagined it with him, he was a whole lot closer, right in your ear, body pressed against yours.

You focused on your anger over your attraction and pushed into the room, ready to stare down a monster and escape unharmed.

–X–

It had worked, of course. It had taken a few hours of building rapport but you'd done it. You'd had him eating out the palm of your hand while he confessed to the three murders you knew about and an extra four that you didn't.

A day of retrieving bodies later and by 10 pm, the case was finally closed.

"Well done, kid, you really got him in that interview. That was some great work." Morgan nudged your elbow as he grabbed his duffle, exiting the makeshift office.

"Don't forget we're getting drinks at the cocktail bar in half an hour. Shower off that mud and change into a hot dress, Agent, and I'll buy you your first shot." Emily called back to you from the exit too, leaving you in a fit of giggles as you promised her you would.

Once they'd all gone, you started packing up your things ready to leave yourself when there was another knock at the door.

" Hey, I need to grab my bag." Reid stood in the door awkwardly, and your smile dropped into a politely neutral face as you nodded to him.

"Don't let me stop you, Doc."

"Spencer."He said, stepping a bit closer to you.

"What?"

"I want you to call me Spencer. You keep calling me Doctor or Doc, I want you to call me Spencer."

"No. Doctor Reid is just fine for me."

"And what if I want more?" He grabbed your wrist as you turned to go, using a bit too much force and leaving you stumbling into him, hitting his chest as you looked up at him, your noses almost touching with the proximity.

"Let me go," you growled, but his grip loosened and you didn't move an inch.

"What if I want more?" He asked again, a little more insistent this time, his eyes dark in the dim room, expression unreadable.

"Why should I care what you want, Doctor Reid?"

"Because I think you want it, too. Because I think that despite all the odds, you want me just as much as I want you."

Your anger burst out of you in a sarcastic laugh then at his presumptuous words.

"Despite all the odds? What odds are those Spencer? You treat me like shit, ignoring me, refusing to even shake my hand, and downplaying the hard fucking work I put in before you got here? God, you are so fucking narcissistic." You finally stepped away from him then, turning away to regain your composure.

"Me? I'm not the one who missed some vital fucking evidence in a murder investigation, Y/N, so I'm sorry I wasn't the most welcoming person, but God if we're talking egos, you should probably check yourself."

"Forget it, you're impossible. I really tried to be nice to you, but more fool me for making messes you had to clean up."

"Are you still stuck on that? Y/N, I'm sorry, but Derek just has a way of-" He stepped closer to you again and you could feel the oxygen being sucked from your lungs.

"Don't you dare blame this on Morgan. You're attracted to me and you fucking despise that, and it's none of Morgan’s fault. Now please, just get out of this fucking office and go back to your motel room." You practically hissed those last words at him, holding back the urge to scream in frustration. Your lips were so close now, as his chest heaved, hands clenched by his sides as he resisted the urge to grab you.

"Forgive me… for suggesting something so obviously repulsive to you." With that, he brushed past you and walked out, leaving you reeling at his almost confession, head light from the lack of air. He'd taken your breath with him as he left the room.

–X–

The promise of free shots had convinced you to get back out to the bar as promised, not letting Reid and his fickle moods control when and where you'd be enjoying yourself.

You finally showed up at the bar and were greeted by hugs from JJ and Emily, already one drink in as they immediately handed you a shot from the bar. Guiding you back to the table, you paused as you saw him there.

Morgan was sat at the table, happily chatting away with Reid, who'd since grown quiet, eyes meeting yours before leaving to rake down your frame. You resisted the urge to cover yourself, confidently standing tall as he devoured you with his eyes. Changing out of your work clothes, you'd decided that you needed some fun tonight, donning a short red dress, barely hitting the tops of your thighs, hugging your curves tightly, and pushing your chest up so it nearly spilled out completely. You'd completed the look with thigh-high black boots and a red lip, looking the absolute image of lust - or anger - personified.

"Whew mama, you look good, Y/N." Morgan greeted you, standing up to give you a kiss on the cheek. Reid still said nothing but kept his eyes trained on you as he took another sip of his drink.

"I was promised shots and dancing, I think I'm dressed pretty appropriately don't you think?" You smiled and giggled up at Morgan, letting your touch linger on him a little longer to see if it would spur Reid into action.

"Have I ever told you about my very good friend Penelope Garcia? I think you two would get along just fine."

The rest of the night continued in a similar vein. You'd stepped out onto the dance floor with Emily and JJ, letting whatever man wanted to sidle up close, begging one of them to be a distraction from the man whose eyes were boring into you from the other side of the room. It didn't work. Their hands were on your hips, guiding you to the sound of the music but in your head, all you saw was him, doing the same.

It didn't help that he was getting hit on constantly from his perch beside Morgan, and you watched with a bitter feeling at the bottom of your stomach as women tried, unsuccessfully, to get him to pay attention to them. After another frustrating invitation for a tryst with a local man, you excused yourself from the dance floor, finding Morgan in the bar, letting him know that you were calling it a night.

"Where's Reid?" You asked, trying and failing to sound casual as you glanced around the now crowded bar for signs of him.

"He left like ten minutes ago. Said he was tired and went back to the motel."

"Was he…" You didn't want to finish the question, not knowing which answer you'd prefer, but Morgan filled in the gaps himself with a wide grin.

"Alone? Yes, kid. Here, it's the address of the motel we're staying at and his room number." You hesitated before grabbing the paper and grabbing your stuff, practically running from the bar and hopping in the nearest taxi.

–X–

That's how you found yourself stomping down the corridor of the motel, pounding on his door at 1 a.m., unashamed in your brazen actions. He opened the door, slightly shocked to see you there, and you pushed your way inside and turned on him as you shut the door.

"What the fuck was all of that?" You demanded as soon as he turned back to you. His shirt was open now, jacket and tie discarded on the floor somewhere deeper into the room, but you forced yourself to look up into his eyes, away from the pale plains of his skin.

"What was what, Y/N?"

"You, staring at me like that the whole night and then just leaving."

"Did you want me to stay?"

"I want you to stop answering my questions with questions, Reid. This is bullshit, you can't act like a dick to me all week and then look at me like I'm a piece of meat you want to rip apart, for fucks sake."

"You made it very clear earlier tonight that you wanted no part of this, Y/N. Are you saying I should've done something else?"

"That's another fucking question, Spencer! If you don't start actually talking to me, I swear to god, I'll-" You ran a hand through your hair, and when you looked up again, he was closer than ever. You backed up into the wall, but he followed you, pressing a leg between your own. Slowly and with that condescending grin plastered across his face, he drawled out his next words.

"You'll what?"

Your lips crashed against his with the fury of your frustrations, a mess of teeth and tongue and biting anger as you surged forward into him.

With a rough push of your hips, he slammed you back into the wall, taking charge of the situation, coaxing his tongue into your mouth, battling you for control, and winning. Grabbing you by the neck he slowly pulled his lips away from yours, leaving you gasping for breath.

"Don't be such a brat, Y/N. When I ask you questions, it's because I want answers." You moaned as you tried to regain his lips, but he chuckled and kept you pinned.

"Tell me, baby, what should I have done earlier instead? Got down on my knees to beg your forgiveness, or thrown you over that desk and used you like a cheap little whore? I think I know which one you prefer."

You moaned at his words, but kept your mouth twisted in a grimace, choosing not to answer. He got tired of waiting, and, with a swiftness you didn't know he possessed, twisted you around so your hands were planted against the wall, your chest pushing against it too as he pulled your hips up and out, effectively baring your pantie-clad pussy to him as your dress pushed up and over your ass all by itself.

"So fucking slutty. You let all those men in that club touch you while you stared at me the entire time." He ran his hands across your ass massaging you underneath your underwear before pulling his hands away again and grabbing your hips. He pushed his clothed cock against you from behind and you moaned at how hard and big he felt already.

"Was this what you wanted, brat?"

"Go fuck yourself."

"I think you'd much prefer it if I fucked you, don't you think?" He turned you around again, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around him, the new angle pressing your core further into his cock.

"Open your mouth, now." Against your better judgment, your body reacted to him quickly, your tongue dropping out of your mouth as he ground his cock into your core, effectively dry-humping you. With a swift motion, he spat in your mouth, your eyes going wide as you instinctively shut your mouth and swallowed.

"Good girl," he stroked your hair, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. His lips locked with yours as you tasted his spit on your lips, letting him take control and move you in any way he pleased.

"But you've been a brat," he said pulling away. "And brats need to be punished."

With that he forced you over his knee, pulling your panties down as he positioned your hips higher, your ass raised. He fisted one hand into your hair and began softly stroking your ass with the other.

"You're going to count for me, baby. If you lose count, we'll start again. With each number, I'll tell you what you did wrong, okay?"

"Fuck, yes, yes sir." With another soft touch, he pulled his hand up and bought it back again down sharply, letting it cup your ass as you hissed from the sting.

"O-One."

"That was for being a brat in the office. Being so confident you missed some vital evidence that was staring you right in the face."

He did it again, and you squirmed under his touch.

"Two."

"That was for teasing me in front of Hotch. Making me get hard right there in the office before you went to interrogate that creep."

"That made you hard?" You gasped out as he cracked out another slap to your ass. "Three."

"That was for talking. You need to stop fucking talking." He stroked your ass again, delivering a fourth, fifth, and sixth blow in quick succession as you felt yourself leak your arousal all over his lap.

"That was for dressing like a little whore tonight. That was for flirting with Morgan. That was for letting another man touch you. What do you have to say for yourself now, brat?" Your breaths stuttered out of you as you tried to compose yourself, confident that he'd finished your punishment now.

"G-Go…. FuckFuck yourself." He growled and threw you back on the bed, ripping your dress off over your head and letting his lips return to yours as he trailed his hand to between your legs, finally pushing two fingers inside of you as you moaned and writhed beneath him.

" I hate you," you moaned in his ear as his lips trailed down to your breasts.

"You have a funny way of showing it." Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, so close you could practically taste it. He sensed it as well, though, and pulled his fingers out of you before you could reach that bliss.

"You thought it would be that easy, brat?" he whispered in your ear with a low chuckle before flipping you over to your front and thrusting his fingers back into you from behind, causing another moan to rip from your throat, uncontrollably loud in the otherwise silence of the motel at night.

Unzipping his pants and freeing his cock, you felt the weight of it on your ass as he rubbed his precum against your now bright red asscheeks.

"You're going to look so pretty with my cum decorating your ass baby. It's going to make your ass feel better, too."

"You're disgusting," you spit at him, but your hips push harder into his dick, trying desperately to capture him inside of you and force him to use you.

"No more talking, bitch. Take my fingers." He pushed a hand into your mouth and you started twirling your tongue around them, using your distraction to finally violently thrust his dick all the way inside you. You screamed at the sudden filling, cumming around his cock in an instant, trying to milk him for all he was worth. But he clamped a hand down over your mouth so that all that fell from your face was escaped tears and muffled pleas for more.

"Gonna use you like this baby, gonna make you admit you love me."

His thrusts gained a steady pace as your brain emptied beneath him, desperate for more of the pleasure his body was supplying you with. He released your mouth then, content that all your energy seemed to be spent on pushing your ass back into his, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of your activity.

"Do you like that, brat? You like me making you feel like this, huh?" He slapped your ass again as he thrust, and you moaned back with a nod.

"Yes, Spencer, don't stop… Don't stop." You moaned again, another orgasm rolling over your body, causing you to clench unconsciously around his cock.

"So good baby, you're responding so well to my cock." He trailed a hand underneath you to your clit and started rubbing it in time to his thrusts.

"One more for me. One more and I'll pull out, okay? Just one more."

"I can't, Spencer I can't do it.." You whined underneath him, face fully buried in the motel pillows. You were surprised he even heard you through the tears as the material.

"Yes you can, baby, look you're so close already, just do one more."

"I hate you," you moaned again, feeling your third and final orgasm wash over you, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body started twitching and didn't stop. You felt a small twitch from him too, as he finished thrusting inside of you, letting a little bit of his cum escape into you before pulling out and decorating your ass with his ejaculation.

He fell by the side of you and gasped desperately for a few minutes, before grabbing a hot wet towel from the bathroom and cleaning your ass off.

"Spencer…" you croak out eventually, regaining some clarity, but still not moving much from your spot in his bed.

"Spencer, I don't hate you."

"I know. I don't hate you either. Which is probably for the best."

"What? Why?"

"Hotch just requested your transfer to the Quantico Office so you could start training with the BAU. You did a good job this week, Y/N." Your eyes started watering again and you gently pushed away tears as he laughed at you, asking why you were crying.

"I'm not happy," you joked.

"I just realized that means I have to work with you more." You both laughed at that. You didn't hate each other exactly, but that didn't mean you could work together well either.

And you didn't want to if this was the outcome of your bickering and hatred.

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Summary: You and Bradley go sailing with Penny and Amelia. (Mav's niece!reader)

Warnings: swearing, adult banter

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Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Chapter Eight

The rest of your Saturday was devoted to watching TV, sharing good food, and enjoying each other's company. It was a rare occasion for you to unwind, as you typically used your free time for household tasks, so spending the day lazing around with Bradley came as a welcome change of pace. When you finally curled up in bed together that night, it felt as though a heavy weight you hadn't even realized you were carrying had been lifted.

Sunday morning found the two of you intertwined, not unlike the previous morning. The only difference was that both of you were startled awake by a loud knocking at the front door. Lifting your head, you looked over Bradley’s shoulder at your alarm clock and whimpered at the time. 0700.

You dropped your head to his chest for a moment, but when the knocking didn’t stop, you grumbled and moved to get up only to have Bradley stop you. “I’ll get it, you stay here,” he offered, kissing your forehead before sliding off the bed wearing only his boxer briefs.

Rubbing a hand over his sleepy face on his way to the door, he pulled it open to find Penny and a young girl standing on your porch. Penny was surprised by his state of undress, immediately covering her daughter Amelia’s eyes. Without missing a beat, he grabbed a magazine from the table beside your door and used it as a makeshift cover.

“Morning, Penny,” he greeted, clearing his throat. He was definitely fully awake now.

“Good morning, Lieutenant,” she replied, looking him over. She had seen the Bronco parked in your driveway since Friday night, but she hadn't expected him to answer the door like he owned the place. “I’m assuming she’s still in bed?”

Bradley nodded. “That she is,” he confirmed, opening the door further so they could come inside. “Let me go get her.”

Penny stepped inside with Amelia, finally uncovering her eyes when the pilot entered the hallway. “And get some pants, Bradshaw.” “Yes ma’am,” he called back, already halfway to the bedroom. He found you curled up on the spot he had vacated, basking in the warmth he left behind. “Penny’s here. And I’m guessing it’s her kid with her?”

You sat up immediately, watching him pull on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from his bag. “Shit. I promised we’d go sailing today,” you explained, throwing your messy hair in a bun as you walked out to the living room in your pajamas, Bradley following behind you.

Penny gave you a knowing look as you approached, letting you know there would be a conversation later. “Amelia, this is Bradley,” you pulled him to stand beside you as you introduced him. “Brad, this is Penny's daughter, Amelia.”

“It's nice to meet you, Amelia,” he greeted with a smile.

“Did you forget?” Amelia asked, a slight frown on her face. When her mother poked her, she looked up at Bradley. “Sorry. Nice to meet you.”

“I did, Ames, I’m sorry,” you apologized, feeling awful. The trip had been planned weeks earlier, pushed back week after week due to your work schedule, and here you were about to cancel again.

Bradley squeezed your shoulder gently, hearing the disappointment in your voice. “You can still go, Dimples. I’ve got stuff I can take care of on base.” “Or you could join us, Lieutenant,” Penny offered, interested to observe the two of you together over the course of the day. “If you want, of course.”

You gave a hopeful look to the man at your side, not wanting to disappoint Amelia. When he nodded with a smile, you bounced happily on your toes and turned back to the pair. “Give us a minute to get dressed and we can go.”

Heading back into the bedroom, you pulled out some clothes and gave Bradley another smile as you ducked into the bathroom. When you came out a few minutes later, you were both dressed, Bradley wearing a UVA t-shirt and jeans, while you had put on a white one-piece swimsuit and shorts.

“Ready to go?” He asked, not bothering to hide the way his eyes moved over your body.

You nodded, turning to grab the sunblock off of your dresser and tucking it into your bag alongside some towels and a spare shirt. “Behave today, Amelia's only 11,” you warned, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Can't help that I enjoy looking at you,” he teased, taking your hand and heading back out to the living room where your guests were waiting.

The decision was made to take Bradley’s Bronco rather than Penny’s Porsche due to his last minute inclusion, and the drive to the dock was filled with loud singing to classic rock songs. Once you arrived, Bradley was recruited to carry the cooler filled with food and drinks for the day while the rest of you brought the towels and bags to the boat.

“Have you been sailing before?” Amelia asked, walking side by side with Bradley.

“Y’know, I haven’t. Only ever been on aircraft carriers,” he explained, looking down at the young girl with a smile and a wink. “You can teach me the ropes though, right?”

Amelia beamed, excited at the opportunity to share her knowledge. “Sure! It’s easy once you get the hang of it. I’ll show you how to trim the sails and steer the boat.”

As you boarded the sailboat, everyone pitched in to prepare for the trip. Bradley stuck by Amelia’s side, catching your gaze every once in a while as he followed her instructions to the letter, prepping the sails for departure. Once the boat was out in open water, Penny allowed Amelia and Bradley to take the helm, joining you at the bow of the boat

“I’m glad you two came along today, Amelia’s been looking forward to this trip for weeks,” Penny smiled, offering you a bottle of water as she sat beside you, both your legs dangling over the side. The water was calm, one of the reasons she was comfortable leaving her 11-year-old in charge.

You accepted the water and took a sip. “Sorry I’ve had to cancel so much. They’ve got me doing a lot more with this class.”

“Plus, you’ve had an aviator keeping you busy,” she teased, nudging your shoulder with a grin.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as your eyes wandered over to Bradley. The way he interacted with Amelia warmed your heart, you didn’t know that they would take to each other so quickly. “That’s… new. We’re just spending time together.”

“I noticed,” Penny gave you a knowing look. “Sometimes spending time together is enough. How are you feeling about everything?” she asked, recalling what she knew about your prior relationships, especially with Bradley.

“It’s been so long since we were together last, we’re still trying to figure out where this is going,” you sighed, looking down at your feet as they hung over the water. “I still feel drawn to him, though. He’s changed a lot, but I can still see the boy I loved back when I was 16. Is that crazy?”

Penny shook her head and smiled, looking over at Bradley and her daughter, the pair completely engrossed in sailing the boat. “Not at all. I just worry… have you talked about what happens when he graduates?”

You furrowed your brow, realizing that you hadn’t discussed it fully yet. He was only in Coronado for the thirteen weeks it took to graduate from TOP GUN, and then he would return to his squadron at NAS Oceana.

He would be in Virginia. 2,700 miles away.

“I guess I haven't really thought about it,” you admitted. “We’ve been enjoying our time together, but I don’t know how we’ll handle the distance. We never got a chance to try before, he just left.”

Penny shook her head. “You need to, before things get more involved. I know you can handle yourself, I just don't want you getting hurt.”

“I think we're both wanting it to work this time, Pen,” you said, looking out over the water. At least, that was what you hoped. Bradley had been your first love, your first kiss, your first everything. Even your first heartbreak. But that reality didn't stop the fact that you felt something when you looked at him that no one else had ever made you feel.

“I hope so, hun. You deserve some happiness, and I can tell he makes you happy,” she squeezed your hand and stood, heading toward the helm where Amelia and Bradley were chatting. “How's it goin’, you two?”

“Your daughter is a great teacher,” Bradley smiled, letting Amelia take the wheel back. “Pretty sure she's gonna try to give me a test later.”

“Oh yeah?” Penny laughed, ruffling her daughter’s hair. “She loves sailing, and she's a natural.”

“Bradley's a pretty good first mate,” Amelia added, smiling up to her mother. “Can we stop for lunch now?”

Penny nodded, taking over control of the boat as they closed in on the island they planned on visiting. “Sounds good to me, wanna show Bradley how to get the anchor ready?”

The next few minutes were a flurry of activity as Amelia and Bradley took the sails down and Penny took the boat up to the small dock on the beach. Once the anchor was down and the boat was secure, everyone unloaded and set up a spot on the sand to eat lunch and relax for a while.

You ate sandwiches and chips over casual conversation, enjoying each other’s company. After lunch you leaned back against Bradley as you sat on the beach, watching Amelia and Penny throw a frisbee back and forth.

“Thanks for coming,” you spoke up, tipping your head back against his shoulder to look at him. “It means a lot to me. And you looked like you were having a good time.”

Bradley smiled, his arm wrapped around your middle. “I plan on making the most of any time we get together,” he promised, turning your chin to kiss you tenderly. “Plus I got a crash course in sailing from a pro. I can see why you’re so close with Penny and Amelia.”

As you relaxed into him, you couldn’t stop yourself from hoping that the day would never end. The weekend had been perfect, a little bubble protecting you both from the reality that laid ahead. You both looked out at the water in silence for a while longer before Bradley spoke again, his voice low against your ear.

“I’m in for the long haul, whatever that looks like. Just so you know.” His voice was sincere as his fingers laced through yours and gave them a gentle squeeze.

You lifted your head and met his hazel eyes, surprise clear on your face at his words. “I… I didn’t…” You started, wondering if he had overheard your conversation with Penny earlier. “I know we haven’t talked about it much, but--”

He cut you off with a tender kiss, his calloused fingers gently caressing your jaw. “I meant what I said the other night,” he whispered, his lips impossibly close to yours as he spoke, your foreheads touching. “I want us to last.”

Tears pricked at your eyes and you looked away, leading Bradley to kiss your temple with a soft chuckle. “We can talk when we get back, okay? Let’s just enjoy the rest of the afternoon here.”

You nodded and settled back against him, feeling safe and secure in his arms. It wasn’t until Amelia started getting tired of running around an hour or so later that everything was packed back onto the boat and Penny sailed you home. The sun was just beginning to set when you got back to Coronado, and by the time the Bronco pulled into your driveway the sky was a beautiful pink and orange color.

“Thanks for having us, Penny,” Bradley smiled, watching you hug Amelia, picking her up and spinning around with her. “I know I learned a lot.”

“Anytime, Lieutenant,” she replied, foregoing the hand he offered and hugging him, whispering in his ear. “Take care of our girl, huh? She’s happy, keep it that way.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promised, parting from Penny as soon as you came back to his side. “Goodnight, you two. Thanks for the training today, Amelia.”

The girl smiled, turning back halfway to her house next door. “Next time you can be Captain!”

You looked up at him as the pair went into their house, leaving you standing in the driveway with Bradley. “Next time, huh? Sounds like you made a friend.”

Bradley grinned, slipping his arm around your waist as you both walked towards your front door. "Seems like it. Amelia's a cool kid. I think I've got a future sailing buddy."

You chuckled, unlocking the door. "Well, I'm glad you hit it off. She took to you faster than I expected."

"Kids are pretty perceptive," he mused, following you inside and into the kitchen, watching from his spot leaning against the counter as you pulled some food out for dinner.

“Meaning they can identify one of their own?” You teased, setting ingredients out on the counter and pulling out a pan. He laughed, moving to wrap his arms around you from behind. “Are you saying I’m a child?”

“Only sometimes,” you smirked, tilting your head back to kiss his jaw. “Go relax while I cook, it’ll be a while.”

Bradley nuzzled your ear and nodded. “Alright, I’ll go jump in the shower,” he mumbled against your skin before reluctantly pulling away and heading toward the bathroom.

Without the well-muscled pilot wrapped around you, cooking went much faster. Before long the stroganoff was finishing on the stove and you poked your head into the living room to find Bradley watching a baseball game on the TV, his feet resting on the coffee table.

“Hungry?” you asked, running your fingers through his curls as you stood behind the couch. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

He practically purred as your nails massaged his scalp, tilting his head back to look up at you. “Starved. I’ll come set the table,” he offered, turning off the TV and following you back into the kitchen to get plates and silverware.

Once dinner was ready, you brought the dish to the table and sat beside Bradley, letting him serve up the food. You smiled as he took the first bite, watching his face as he reacted to the familiar taste. “Wait, is this…?”

“Your mom’s stroganoff recipe, yeah,” you confirmed, taking a bite of your own. “Figured you hadn’t eaten it in a while.”

“Not since she taught you the recipe. God, it tastes just how I remember,” he said, savoring another bite. “You are amazing, Dimples. I hope you know that.”

You felt your cheeks heat up with the praise and you bit your lip shyly, watching the emotions play on his face as he ate his mother’s favorite dish. When she found out she was sick she started teaching you her recipes, wanting to pass them on since Bradley had never shown interest in cooking. After dinner, Bradley insisted on handling the dishes as his way of thanking you for the delicious meal. You were content to sit on the counter beside the sink as he washed and dried the dishes, appreciating the domestic scene before you.

“Today was perfect,” Bradley stated, drying his hands on a towel as he came to stand in front of you. He rested his hands on your knees and kissed you gently. “But I guess it’s time to talk, huh?”

You sighed, nodding in agreement. Giving him a gentle push away, you hopped off the counter and took his hand, leading him into the living room. “We need to decide what we wanna do when you graduate. I mean, you’ll be in Virginia, and I’ll be here. It’s not exactly a short drive.”

He sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, running his fingers up and down your spine slowly. “The distance won’t be easy, but we’ll figure something out.”

“I don’t want to hold you back, B. You’ve got a career, a life in Virginia. I can’t ask you to give that up,” you explained, leaning into his comforting touch.

Kissing your shoulder, he locked eyes with you. “And I wouldn’t ask you to uproot your life here. But I know we can do this. I know I can make you happy, and you make me… you make me into someone I couldn’t even imagine, Dimples.”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, your fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on his arm as you held his gaze. “I never thought I’d get a ‘forever’, and then you showed up again. I wasn’t even looking for something like this.”

“Well… I’m glad I showed up,” he murmured, his free hand giving your leg a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “And I’m scared too. We were young before, and the closer we got, I was terrified I would lose you one day like I lost my mom. So I ran, and I didn’t take you with me. If I could go back, I would change that.”

His show of vulnerability hit you square in the chest, making your heart ache for him. You cupped his cheek with your soft palm, hoping to convey that you understood.

Bradley cleared his throat, leaning slightly into your touch before continuing. “I’ve loved you since we were kids. Ever since I met you, before I even knew what love meant. And now that I have you back… I’m never letting you go, no matter the distance.” He paused for a minute, gauging your reaction. “You’re the one, Dimples. You’ve always been the one.”

“Bradley…” you breathed, a tear escaping down your cheek. Hearing him express his love for you after so many years apart both took you by surprise and made your heart nearly beat out of your chest at the same time. “I don’t want to lose you either. Promise we’ll figure something out?”

He kissed you tenderly and wrapped you in his arms fully. “Promise. Forever, I promise.”

Chapter Nine

#bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw angst #Youtube

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lovenotesuggestions · 10 months

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I’m alive

I’m sorry for abandoning this blog for like 3-4 years. Executive dysfunction just kind of got on top of me and I couldn’t keep up with it anymore, and the further behind I got the more insurmountable it became to get back on top of it. I’m sorry to everyone who never got a reply to their messages/asks.

I’m trialing migrating back to tumblr after *gestures broadly at twitter* and while I don’t have the bandwidth to revive this blog, I’m proud of the little community we had here and I don’t plan to delete anything. I remember the time I spent on here fondly and I wish I could have kept doing it. Thank you to everyone who supported me over the years the blog was active, especially folks who sent regular asks.

As a little life update, I am still with the person who I made this blog about - we’ve been together over 6 and a half years now. We moved back to our hometown with our three cats, he’s doing his Master’s degree and I have a proper grown-up job now. I had my two year HRT anniversary this year, I’m pursuing an autism assessment for myself, and I got really into Dungons & Dragons over the pandemic.

I hope everyone is doing as well as you can be. Feel free to send updates, I’ll keep the inbox of this account open (though I probably won’t be answering advice asks). But you will probably find me for the most part over on my new main blog @queerf0xx (which currently doesn’t have anything on it). Also basically everyone I followed back in the day has been inactive as long as I have, so I welcome any recommendations for blogs to follow.

Sending my love to you all,

-Fox

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browntownalley · 9 months

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We're Going on a Trip (Bonus to "Winner Takes All")

Wally found you huddled up in your study, tucked away from the cold after disappearing from Julie’s snowball fight.

After you called for him to come in, he carefully shuffled in, hung his things, and left his shoes by the door.

There you were, bundled up on the couch, a full cup of coco jacketing by your hands, watching the show host like he was a bug on the window- no thoughts going through your head. That is until he noticed your commitment to your perch and pouted:

“Without me?” Wally approached you and leaned forward on your lap. At first you didn’t say anything, even as an adoring smirk tugged at your mouth, but you quickly reached your limit with that face.

“Oh, c’mere, you.” You sat your cup up on the counter behind the couch and opened up your blanket, welcoming the stout snuggle buddy. Wally slipped in effortlessly. His bread hair– pompadour tickled your cheek, and you rested your head on the poof of navy blue. With a sigh you slid down against the arm of the sofa, hugging Wally against you. You could have fallen asleep like that if the show host would just keep still. His soft face rubbing against your chest and a stray hand playing with your collar bone was making things bubble up in your gut that wasn’t bubbling before.

When you went to ask what he was thinking about, all that came out was a soft lazy, distracted, “hgmmm,” His eyes shift up to yours hopefully, twinged with warmth.

“Do you mind if I venture a bit?” he finally asked, walking his fingers down your chest.

You chuckled softly at the wording, “Hmhm, only if I can come along,” yous miled at the show host and brought a finger up to traced his hairline, and down his cheek to lift his chin. Though he was caught off guard by it, Wally’s eyes quickly softened with understanding and he turned to kiss the palm of your hand before trailing kisses up your chest until his lips met yours.

You could feel Wally shivering just from you pulling his scarf loose and sliding it off his neck. His hands wandered under your shirt, while yours teased the brim of his pants. You both made soft, giddy noises through your kisses. Your legs became restless as Wally gently messaged your chest, caressing handfuls of your plush.

Clothes started to litter the floor as you ventured further, nipping at Wally’s bare neck, stroking the felt along his back, and listening to the song of excitement that his body gave off. You got his pants off first, eyeing familiar blood orange briefs, and basked in Wally’s awe as he watched you waggle out of your shorts with the blanket still hanging off your shoulders. You finally took Julie’s advice, squeezing one eye shut and chomping down on your lip. Wally covered his mouth with his hands, but it didn’t stop the snort from filtering through.

“Oh c’mon, that was sexy!” You broke out cackling yourself, falling forward to glomp the show host back into the blanket. It wasn’t long before you were making out and feeling around again.

Eventually, you found the sweet spot that made Wally tremble and mewl. You locked lips as petting quickly evolved into grinding, your bodies hot against each other, your breath puffing out of you like a train on a mission. Just as he whined your name and bit his fingers into your shoulders, you curled and spasmed as your brain turned to confetti. The room span for just a moment before everything relaxed at once and you settled down on over Wally’s chest with a hum.

Like a cat at a sunny window, you stretched out over him just as he was melting into the sofa with a dazed look. You only made an effort to reach one final peck to his cheek, feeling him smile tiredly as you did so before he returned the kiss to your forehead and rested his head on yours.

“What did you think of that?” he asked quietly.

You’re already on the road to another plane, but smile as you reply “That was a great venture.”

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

#part 5 #playfellowxxx #sexy times #soft and sweet #wally x reader #petting #wally darling x you #y/n #cuddling #cold day #wally darling #you #fanfiction #humor #I actually feel good and comfy about this one #normally I regret living as soon as I hit submit.

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tf-lover · 11 months

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Commissions!

Hey all! I've decided it's about time I open up writing commissions, so here's a little post detailing how it's going to work!

First off, sending me a message is going to be by far the easiest way to contact me about comissions, NOT asks. I'll want to talk you you a little about the idea before we go any further (see rules 2 and 3 below), so start there and we can figure out what's going on. Secondly, as I've already mentioned, please check out the rules below. Details on pricing is at the bottom (rule 4) so keep that in mind when getting in contact.

How many commissions I take on at once will depend largely on the level of interest and my own writing mood, but I'll try to keep an update either on this post, on my pinned one, or in my bio as to if I'm open to them at the moment or not.

Anyway, without further ado here's the rules for commissioning me. Make sure you read them!

Rules:

1. reserve the right to say no to commissions.

Regardless of the reason, I may not give one, if I say no it's a no. Maybe I don't like the idea, maybe I'm busy with life or other commissions, maybe I'm just not in the mood to write at the moment or am working on new stories. Don't constantly hound me asking if I've changed my mind, I will just block you without hesitation. (Use common sense here, if you want to politely ask again if my time/mood was the issue I'm not going to bite your head off.)

Also, please keep in mind I have a life outside of this. If you message me asking about a commission and I don't respond straight away I'm probably just busy or asleep. I will reply to everyone that enquires though, it just might take me a second.

2. Be creative, but realistic.

Requests that just say "Turn me into a jock!" will likely get a no. Make it a little more interesting, come up with a plot or throw some more tf's in there. Not that there's anything wrong with a good jock tf, but there's only so many I can write.

Be realistic about the length too. I can't fit a hugely detailed tf AND a plot in 1000 words, it just won't happen. I'll leave some examples of rough length linked below so you have a rough idea.

500 words (Caption Series - The Wrong Trousers)

1000 words (Caption Series - Tailored)

1500 words (Shifting Gear Part 1)

2000 words (For Men)

3000 words (The Morning After)

If you're insane super generous and want examples of longer pieces than that I'll happily refer you to some.

3. Things I won't do.

Some of these go without saying:

Underage

Feet

Bathroom stuff (watersports, scat etc)

Hardcore pain/violence/rape

Chastity

Hyper/non-realistic sizes

Animal tf's (furry stuff welcome though)

Heavy female focus (gender tf is fine in either way, but I'm primarily a MALE tf author)

Celebrity tf's (more below on this one)

Don't ask, I won't write them.

As mentioned, I don't generally do celebrity tf's. "Turn me into Chris Evans!" style stuff. As much as there are a lot of very attractive celebrities, it's just never really interested me to become them specifically; original characters are usually more my thing. There is of course some flexibility with this, so if you're not sure you can always ask. If the idea is good enough (and the guy hot enough) maybe I'll make an exception, the worst I can say is no after all.

4. Payment & Delivery.

I charge £0.04 per word, which is equivalent to £40 per 1000 words, or £20 for 500 words. Payment is via PayPal, in full, up front. I won't start writing until I've been paid.

In terms of delivery, I write in Google docs, so will send you both a viewable link to that document and a pdf of the final thing provided you give me an email to send the pdf to. Otherwise you can save a pdf of the story yourself from there.

5. Images & Posting.

Final word on images included in these. You're welcome to bring your own you'd like me to write around. If not, I'm happy to attempt to find one's I deem appropriate for the particular story if you'd like me to, but I make no promises. If I can't find something that works or you don't like the selections I offer I won't go to great lengths to find something. These are writing commissions in the end, so keep that in mind.

I'll also include a word on posting these commissions here. If you specifically don't want me to post yours please let me know at some point during the process, otherwise I may post some of them here and there when I feel like it after they've been delivered. If you're happy for me to post the commission but would like to remain anonymous (i.e. not tagged in the post) do let me know as well. This one is an easy one to forget, so I'll follow up with you on posting after I've delivered it.

- Tf Lover

Also, for those of you that don't want to or can't commission me, you can also tip me here on Tumblr, or over on ko-fi (link here)! You don't have to of course by any means, but any support people want to throw my way is always welcome.

#not a story #tf commissions

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majestyjun · 1 year

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please read this if you interact with my blog.

lately i’ve been having some issues with abusing my inbox anonymously, and i am going to address everything here. i’m very sorry to everyone who has respectfully used my inbox or has had to read some of the messaging left here when you came here for my writing. and i’m not going to try and wait for the problem to go away anymore.

1. oversharing and parasocial relationships. as of late, there have been certain users who have been leaving excessive messages about themselves and consistently spamming me. i am a person. i exist on the internet, and i do not know you personally. you do not know me personally, and there is a strong line between abusing my inbox to talk to me versus respectfully interacting with me. and those who have been crossing this line should know who they are; they have been leaving too many messages in my inbox, several of which are oversharing, and using my inbox to communicate with other anons. do not abuse my inbox in this way. there are a lot of people on this blog as readers who do not come here to read extensive conversations and spam messages. anonymous means that you can talk to me like a normal equal—not as a person you need to share everything with. that is forming an unhealthy and disrespectful parasocial relationship.

2. minor and childish behaviors. i am instituting a new guideline that if you act like a child in my inbox (behaviors above in 1 included), i will stop responding to your messages. do not come to this blog as a minor and think it is okay to interact with me and discuss adult material and content. you are overstepping and being extremely disrespectful to me. there are anons who have completely respectful and recognize boundaries that exist within a normal connection online; there are anons who are overstepping this and thus, leading me to believe they may be minors due to their excessive communication with me. if i receive messages that i believe are childish, i will be deleting them without further communication and blocking.

3. guidelines. please read my guidelines before interacting. there are numerous asks i have deleted because they do not respect my guidelines, and thus, are not going to be responded to. my guidelines exist because i, as a human being, have boundaries. do not interact if you haven’t read my guidelines.

4. hate. i have received more hate these last two weeks than i have since i started this blog. and to address it once more, i do not respond to hate. do not leave hate expecting a reply. i will delete your message without any reply.

5. if these problems persist and individuals do not recognize themselves as being abusive of my inbox, i will remove anonymous messaging to both protect myself and this blog. however, i am hoping that new measures and this statement can help those who have caused these recent issues recognize their mistakes and cause reform.

i am making this statement because of recent activity on this blog, and as an apology to my readers. this issue has been stressing me out for a while now, and it’s gotten bad enough that’s writers block worsened into what it is now. i would like to state that anons are still welcome, given that they are respectful and communicate with me without forming a parasocial relationship. i love talking about txt with others, and i started this blog out of my love for them and wanting to share my writing. this statement in no way means i am ending all communications and interactions. hard thoughts and suggestions will continue to be open, but i would like to reiterate that this blog about txt, not about me and you to have conversations on; that is why dms exist, not my inbox. from now on, i’m going to take action against those who have been abusing my inbox and causing problems. i sincerely apologize to all of my readers, and i will work harder to make this blog a comfortable place for both my readers and myself. thank you.

sincerely,

mille.

#mille.guidelines

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Personal head canon that mtmte tailgate, swerve, and firstaid are ftm. Thoughts? Perhaps a mini story on one of said bots comforting a trans human liaison after a rough call home to unsupportive family? Thanks in advance, I love your writing and I’m glad your inbox is open again

They can be whatever makes you happy! My blog will always be a safe space for trans headcanons, and while I don't really have any myself, I love writing them. Thank you!

Small note on my dinged up little soapbox, because the state of the world absolutely merits being clear about this always but especially at present; my blog will always be safe for everyone but TERFs and those who support them. No bigotry will ever be welcome here. I shall now climb down from my little box to write some robots...

I went with First Aid because I've got a soft spot for medics. <3

First Aid knew enough about you to tell you were upset, and that alone was enough to motivate him to try his very best to help, even if he didn't yet know why you were in such a foul mood. You'd been most unlike yourself the past few days; securing yourself in your room and answering his messages with clipped replies if you responded at all, and the change had come out of nowhere. However, it was when you turned down your weekly hangout all together that he'd become truly concerned. While he hadn't a clue what was wrong, even as he stood outside your door prepare to knock, he knew he needed to do something.

He hadn't been prepared for the door to be unlocked, but he had been less prepared to find you weeping on your bed, your tiny human form lying on the middle of the Cybertronian sized berth in a mess of your scattered belongings. His instincts took over and he hurried to your side as the doors closed behind him.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked, gentle but insistent as he dropped to one knee beside the berth.

You startled at his sudden arrival, tear stained face breaking his spark when you lifted it to face him. Sniffling and wiping away the mess on your sleeve, you turned your head away, trying to keep your shoulders from shaking as you choked out a response through gulps for air. "First Aid, I... I'm not but I... It's not-"

"Hey, hey, deep breath." the medic instructed gently, having learned how important oxygen was for basic human functioning when he'd been trained in your care. Ignoring how uncomfortable the position was, he lowered himself further, scrunching down until his visor was level with your puffy eyes. It took everything to sound neutral when he was so deeply worried for your wellbeing. "You've been holed up for days, what's going on?"

You sniffled again, and he felt his spark ache with every crack in your voice and quiver of your lip. "My family called."

"I see." he said simply, fighting to keep the disapproval from his voice. There had been little talk of your parents, but what he had gleaned from multiple conversations told him the relationship you had with them was unpleasant and rife with turmoil, particularly regarding your transition. Still, he remained neutral as he encouraged you to speak, not wanting to trouble you with his concerns. "What happened?"

"They... I thought being away for a bit might have changed things, but they're still..." you trailed off as fresh tears started up, and it was all he could do to cup your tiny body and stroke a comforting thumb up and down your back. He felt every tremor that passed down from your shaking shoulders. "They won't even use my real name. I've tried so hard to make them understand, but when I told them I started T they get so mad, and I... I can't. It's been years, but they won't..."

"I'm so sorry." he said as you trailed off into sobs, fresh tears pouring down as you held your face in your hands. It was impossible to stay calm as his energon boiled on your behalf. Humans were a much younger species, sure, but how could so many of them be so utterly backwards? Cybertron, for all of its problems, had little trouble grasping the concept of transition. Were those that had created you truly so set in their ways that they'd rather lose you than accept you as you were? Did they have the slightest idea what they were throwing away? Unable to find the words to express as much, he merely said what he hoped would convey a fraction of what he felt. "You deserve so much better, Y/N."

Your tears slowed, but of course the pain didn't just go away. He hadn't a clue how you were so strong in the face of so much needless hatred. Transitioning was supposed to be freeing as it had been for himself, it was an act of self affirmation that deserved to be celebrated, and yet those closest to you seemed intent on souring every part of it.

"What am I doing wrong?" you asked weakly, grasping for an explanation when there were none that could help.

"Nothing." he replied firmly, pushing up against the berth so he could bring your tiny body near to him. He wanted to shield you from those so intent on doing harm to get their way, and he couldn't keep his own voice from wavering with emotion as he continued to bare his spark and assuage your pain. "You haven't done anything wrong, do you hear me? I wasn't wrong to change my frame, and neither are you. It isn't your fault they don't realize what they're throwing away, and it isn't your responsibility to make them see the truth."

Something in your eyes shifted, and he recalled when he and Ratchet had first sat down to ensure they were completely able to provide your care before your first appointment. It had been such a simple but worrying thing, to gather the knowledge that they needed and ensure they were providing the best quality of care a human could receive. He'd been so worried he would hurt you by accident. He still remembered how you'd hesitated to ask about hormones at your first checkup, how shocked he'd been to discover the difficulty it took to acquire them on Earth, and how you'd lit up when he'd assured you it wouldn't be a problem. It hadn't been long after he'd developed a way to synthesize what you needed that the two of you had become friends, and he'd told you of his own story, all while watching you grow happier with every passing day as you came into your true self...

"I'm sorry..." he said weakly, ignoring the tears in his visor as you came to the edge of the berth for a proper embrace. There wasn't just sadness in your sobs and shaky sighs, but he kept speaking, wanting you to know that you'd never have to do this alone. "I'll always be here, okay? Maybe we're not the same species, but..."

He held you close, meaning every syllable of the words as he spoke them like a promise.

"Your real family is on this ship."

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lostlight #idw #tf #ll #human reader #self insert #first aid #transgender #trans ftm #tw transphobia #angst #hurt/comfort

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joonistheuniverse · 8 months

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Chapter 5 - Darling and Jagiya (Part II)

It's the next day and you're back to work, walking down the corridor towards your department after a 2-hour brainstorming meeting, and already feel exhausted. Not wanting to ponder over it, you check your calendar. You have another 2 meetings to attend, sighing to yourself and making your way towards the conference rooms.

It's 3 p.m. and you conclude that it's been a hectic day. You receive a reminder about your appointment with the OBGYN regarding your current health status. Without stressing about it further, you get up to attend the other 2 meetings with the marketing and set design departments respectively.

After the last meeting concludes, you take your phone to message Namjoon and Samatha about your appointment. You log out and drive for the appointment. It takes you 20 minutes to reach your destination. Waiting in the sitting room of the clinic, you feel nervousness bubble in your stomach. The nurse calls your name after 15 minutes. Dr. Yen greets you with a smile, "Hello, Y/N. How are you doing today?" You simply reply, "Yes, I am good. I hope the report is okay too." Saying this you take a seat.

Pulling your report out from the pile, she once again skims through it with her eyebrows furrowed and then she asks you, "How sexually active are you with your partner?" This question takes you back to the times you and Namjoon have had sex. The way he holds you close, whispering praises as he thru… "Yes, it is good and healthy." "Do you have unprotected sex? If yes, do you take birth control pills?"

"Yes, of course. I do." "Okay, so the thing is that there's nothing wrong or suspicious in your report. It's the pills that are affecting your hormone levels with stress as the external factor adding to this." "Oh, okay. I have been taking these." You pull out the previously prescribed pills to show Dr.Yen. She takes a look at it

"Okay, so I'll prescribe you a new one. Which won't have major effects on you. There could be minor ones, as all birth control pills do. And don't stress about work. Samantha tells me how dedicated you are." You smile at that. "Thank you, Dr.Yen. It was a pleasure to meet you." She smiles back and you exit the clinic towards your car to head to the next destination.

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It's been three days since you've seen your boyfriend. As both of you have had very busy schedules. You smile as you drive towards his apartment, located in Seoul's luxe locality with the thought of how lucky you are to have him as the love of your life. On entering the parking lot, you spot the valet who's waiting for your arrival.

You ring the doorbell, and Namjoon welcomes you with a warm hug followed by a peck on your forehead saying, "How was your day, babe?" while caressing your waist as you both step into his apartment. "Hmmm, it was tiring. I was stuck in a loop of meetings. What about yours? Weren't you supposed to meet the producer for your songs? Did it go well?"

He escorts you to the dining room, chuckling, "Babe, breathe you have so many questions. And yes, I met him to show the new beats for my song. Oh! Also, what does your report say?”

This question melts your heart, "Yea. The doctor said it was the side effects of the birth control pills I am currently taking, topped by stress. So, now she has prescribed another one for me, which she says is a bit safer and has slightly fewer complications."

He looks at you intently, takes your hands to rub soothing circles and kisses them gently.

"Okay, I hate how these pills affect the woman's body. But, I am glad that there's nothing serious."

"Anyways, Joon, I'll go and freshen up. My muscles are aching." "Do you perhaps need some help?" he says, wiggling his eyebrows. "No! You continue writing the lyrics till I come back."

After 25 minutes of relaxing your stiff muscles, you return to the dining room and watch Namjoon heat the food.

"Jagi, do you want me to pour you some wine?" "Sure, if you're drinking tonight, I will. It's been a very long day, Darling." You smile, leaving a small peck on Namjoon's lips, that makes him show his deep dimples.

With the drink in your hand, you straddle his lap, and both of you take a sip of your respective drinks. Sensing the sweet, ripe fruity flavours tingling your tastebuds, you hum by drinking the wine. With Namjoon holding the rock glass in one hand and another hand supporting the small of your back, he leans in and nuzzles himself in the space between your neck and shoulder; peppering your neck with light kisses. You lean in further as he pulls you closer towards him, sitting directly above the area of his crotch. This automatically makes you slowly grind your groin against his. The friction is fueling your urge to go straight into the act.

You pull back to take and place both of your glasses on the console table. After which, Namjoon sits back, as you now take control kissing him passionately starting from his neck to his lips. He groans against your lips when he feels your fingers slipping under his shirt. You can feel his abdominal muscles tighten.

You can feel his erection, making you slightly move behind and trace your hand below to gently palm it. "Fuck jagiya. Stop grinding or palming me and do something!" You smirk, feeling proud of how he's reacting to your touches. "Hmmm, wait darling." You reply as you mark him with a hickey on his collarbone.

Further on, you get up giggling, slowly getting up from his lap, kneeling in front of him and making eye contact. Namjoon looked like he'd do anything for you to go faster. "Darling, you look eager", you cheekily replied. "Don't worry, jagiya, let's see who'll be desperate once I take charge." You hum instead of saying something.

You untie the strings of his short pants with him carefully eyeing your every move in anticipation.

As you are about to go further inching for his underwear, the doorbell rings and you step back. "Fuck!" you hear him curse out loud. "Who would it be at this hour?"

"Let me go and see using the monitor." You stand up heading towards the monitor, while he's still seated with his shorts pooling around his ankles.

Upon pressing the view function of the security camera, you see his manager - Joo-Won. It's an odd time for him to come after work at this hour, so it could be something important. "Joon, Joo-Won is here. Put your pants on!" You hear his curse again and groan, "Why is he here? I think he telepathically knew when I was about to receive the best blowjob." This makes you laugh at his misery, as he's now sporting a boner. "You open the door, while I take care of my problem here", he says pointing to his boner.

#namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #kim namjoon #bts x reader #series #bts #lovers #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon boyfriend #idol au

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This is an anon that sent you Dress your Livestock game. So, I see you went around the rules. That is okay if you felt so (seen the post on your other blog). I apologize if the original idea was inconvenient. It was not intended to make you select the favorites or anything.

There was like 15 various outfits on my original list, but I felt like 15 would be too much to bother you, so I chose 7. I can send (now or in some time) the ones that I ruled out.

I have also some other ideas for similar games for Ruki, so please let me know, if you'd like this kind of asks from time to time. They're cool to read (especially for those OCs that I follow your threads with), but I guess they are time consuming.

I am sorry if this message makes you uncomfortable, so please feel free not to respond. And thank you, I had a great time reading your reply.

I am a great fan of yours, but slightly shy to approach you for role-playing.

🧩 Hello Anon!! Yeah, I ended up interpreting the rules in my own quirky way. I know you expected seven people to be chosen but I definitely bent the rules to interpret it as 1 revealing dress, 2 gothic dresses, 3 Chanel suits, etc. as if you were denoting quantities rather than just a simple list, ahaha. I hope you don't mind that—I have a tendency to make the most of my creative liberties with my asks.

Sending me 15 outfits wouldn't have been a bother, really. There are certain asks that take me longer and others that take me a mere 5 minutes to write, but since this blog only grows bigger and bigger I've accepted that Ruki will always have many people to care for. And don't worry, I figured your intention wasn't to have me select any favorites, and truth be told I did have an original seven I settled on but I couldn't wave away thoughts such as "oh, but ___ would also look so good in this outfit..." and so on, haha. It was difficult choosing, and I enjoy including both OCs with a heavily developed relationship with Ruki as well as the newcomers on this blog, so I ended up making him speak briefly about ~25 muses instead.

Also, no need to apologize. You've never made me uncomfortable with any ask!! I will definitely state if certain wordings or phrases should be refrained from in submitted questions and scenarios and whatnot, but so far, I'm doing great. I'm not exactly the easily bothered type. If anything, I really welcome your asks, and if you're the same Anon I suspect is responsible for other scenarios sitting in my ask box (Karlheinz? 🏃‍♀️), I apologize for the long turnaround time.

Ultimately I'm very elated you took pleasure in reading my response and I look forward to any other ideas you might have that would involve the community at large. I definitely don't mind taking the time to answer such asks and scenarios because it's a great way to further their relationships, even if Ruki himself thinks the idea is outrageous, hahaha. And please, don't be shy!! As you can see on my blog I really enjoy roleplaying with everyone so long as you are respectful and civil. I don't ask for much other than that. You can write Shakespearean levels of English or send me short and simple sentences, I don't mind either way. ^^ I'd love to interact! 🧩

#the admin speaks #dress up game

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takethejourney · 22 hours

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mobile friendly guidelines

hi there! my name is sunny, i’m 32 years old, i use she/they pronouns, and i live in the central time zone. i appreciate you taking the time to follow my blog and read through these guidelines. i’ll try to keep them short.

this blog is 18+ only. minors, do not follow me. i will block you on the spot if i find out you’re underage. followers that don’t display their age somewhere on their blog will also be blocked. i’m not going to take that risk.

nsfw is welcome here. that said, all nsfw interactions will be put under a read more and tagged with ‘nsfw tw’

personals, do not reblog my interactions. you can follow me, like my posts if you enjoy what you’ve read, and even send in asks and/or interact with me in instant messages if you want to ask my muse questions or chat, but if you reblog my threads, i’m blocking you without further warning. it messes with my notifications and might make me miss replies.

please don’t spam-like my posts either. again, it floods my notifications and might make me miss something. i’ll ask you to stop if i see this happening. if it doesn’t, i’ll be blocking you.

if possible, please reblog art and askbox games from the source. this isn’t always able to be done since blogs or original posts get deleted, but if you can, please do it to help keep my notifications focused mainly on roleplay.

i am mutuals only. this is purely for my own peace of mind. if your rp blog is a sideblog, i expect that information to be somewhere easily visible on your blog, or for you to tell me outright in my ask box or instant messages.

if you are a mutual that no longer wishes to be mutuals, please hard block my blog. this will force me to unfollow you, and hard blocking means i won’t get confused, think the unfollow was a glitch in the system, and refollow.

i am multiverse & multiship. this means all romantic interactions will be separate from each other and do not mingle.

i love romantic relationships between muses. they make me happy. if you’re interested in shipping with my muse, chances are i’ll be interested too. that said, i ship with chemistry; a relationship needs to be built up through interactions. i usually can’t do anything pre-established, though there have been exceptions.

i tend to take a while to respond to threads and asks. if i haven’t replied to our thread in about a week, feel free to ask me about it. i can tell you if it’s in my drafts or queue. on that same note, i am trying to put most of my replies on a queue system. there are exceptions, but expect this to be the norm.

my only trigger is visuals of animal abuse/needless death. this is especially true for cats. i also have squicks, but they aren’t nearly as important to tag as the trigger. my squicks are: real world politics, rpc drama, anon hate, constant negativity, and visuals of eye or neck gore.

i think that’s it! if i think of anything else, i’ll add it in here. thanks for reading! <3

#( ooc )

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trashlie · 9 months

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Hi Ashlie this is lil anon 😼 please don't be confused by my different writing style, I only have my phone at the moment and it won't let me turn off autocapitalization :c but it's still me! I just wanted to let you know you don't have to respond to my longer ask anymore if you don't want to or don't have the time. I've been reading your other replies and you've talked about pretty much everything I brought up, so you don't have to repeat yourself! Some of my ideas have also become obsolete with the new episodes and my mind on some of the topics I addressed has changed. So it's ok 🥰✌🏾 thank you still for giving me a space to put down my thoughts. Have a good day 💗 -lil anon

How can I trust that you're lil anon when you are writing so differently from lil anon so allergic to capitalization? aljfkkjafkjafjkafj LMAO no i totally get it!!! Writing on the phone vs computer is just a whole other experience!!!!!!!

Apologies for taking so long to reply to this ;A; it's been a long week of trying out a new med that is messing with my sleep (thus i was taking naps all week) and also trying out gouache/learning to use it!!!! but tumblr will not let me post my practice pieces so you just have to take my word for it :<

<3 waaaah thank you for popping in because listen that ask has been on my mind this whole time and i felt bad I haven't gotten to it yet but lol isn't it funny how that happens? So often the things we're talking about come up in the subsequent episodes or the discussions that come from it! we just happen to cover SO MANY bases in our discussions that it's only natural for them to get touched on SOMEWHERE ;A; lol or yes when things go obsolete and you're like [standing emoji] huh that's that, i guess. (me @ some of the ILY posts I began writing and never finished before they got obsoleted aljdkjafkajf lmao)

But you are welcome!!!!! I always love receiving your messages and thoughts, so you will always have space to put them down here!!!!! and as I work on not letting naps consume so much of my day I look forward to seeing your further thoughts!!!!!!! 🥰💗

#Lil Anon #I guess technically this doesn't need all the ILY tags huh.... lmao #IT FEELS SO WEIRD NOT TO HAVE THEM THOUGH????

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ryanmatthewseditor · 11 months

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I'm hallucinating right now and have been 24/7 for anywhere from 3 years, 8 months, 15 days, 18 hours, 55 minutes, 44 seconds to 4 years, 1 month, 15 days, 18 hours, 57 minutes, 11 seconds.

This part is just for me:

They've resumed using EO within the first one or two hours after waking up at around 11:30 PM; I'd gone to sleep sometime in between 2:30 and 4:30 PM and slept earlier from around 9:30 AM to 1:30 PM. They started off with using mostly EO's voice and eventually resorted to using his nude form and later with the usual erotic visualizations of fellatio to go with those weird tactile+proprioceptive body-wide sensations while using EO's voice. Pretty much all of this occurred over these past three hours or so and it is currently 3:04 AM. Memory indicates that their sexual tantrums began this morning--but they continue to refer to it as having begun/occurred "last year" (in reference to yesterday). They continue to tell me to go outside, not "never go outside again" (just a few minutes ago), to go back to sleep, to watch TV, and so on. They managed to ruin the mood for me repeatedly today (using primarily EO) and asking, "so what?" (as they are literally right now). Messages across multiple communities continue to indicate that the perpetrators are incapable of feeling shame--and simply feign it. They continue to find random "justifications" such as something to do with Elizabeth Debicki and Kiernan Shipka (the latter of which I Google'd and found nothing new in Google News in regards to her--but they disregarded this information a few minutes later). They also continue to disregard various obvious things that doesn't need to be stated and re-stated--such as the part of having my 7cups account permanently banned/locked/closed after having spent over $500 to $2,000 on it since 2018... simply for telling them what they had me tell them... which is what got me 5150'd last year and also permanently banned across multiple communities (e.g. PsychForums, PsychCentral, Social Anxiety Support, etc.). They continue to also disregard the hundreds of dollars spent on those background checks which I continue to be charged for--various expensive background checks related to women such as the aforementioned. They go on to feign "shame" only to behave shamelessly mere seconds later. They continue to outright disregard my arguments involving my attempting to report to the police the "murder" earlier this year (which I did) and having gone to speak with my aunt that day to ask how everyone in the family is doing only to be told that everyone is fine; furthermore, having gone to visit my cousin and our grandmother a few days ago and finding out that they, too, appear to be relatively well (aside from a cold) and living at the same spot.

These things continue to respond shamelessly shortly after pretending as if this is all news to them (which they smile at me as I point out how I've already covered much of this across multiple venues such as PsychCentral).

They continue claiming that they will not use EO any further almost daily (about as frequently as they tell me that they're going to ruin the mood again, but less frequently than telling me to not ruin the mood)--only to have them resume using EO without having me "provoke" them (simply thinking anything even remotely negative of the hallucinations or just about anyone or anything in general seems to provoke them into using EO). They've now also begun to more frequently interrupt my thought processes even in regards to things unrelated to the hallucinations--anything related to whatever I'm watching on television--anything that I plan to do. EO continues literally right now as I write this with usual fellatio thing. Much of this morning; they've claimed that this has something to do with, "solo por Elizabeth Debicki." Even now; I can hear laughter (and having them point the finger at one of their "women") shortly after claiming (yet again) of having done something to--or currently in the process of doing--to random family members such as two of my older male cousins on my father's side of the family. "They just don't give a fuck," they continue to add every few minutes or so--while ad-libbing for me.

It has now been over two months since I've stopped taking Adderall (stopped sometime in between April 10th or 28th)... I'd also gone over two weeks without consuming caffeine earlier this year, and was taking Abilify for nearly a month before my mother had me throw away a few days' worth of pills about one or two weeks ago. Even after all of that--even after having gotten enough sleep--consumed multiple, large, healthy meals daily--having done various things to help me "calm down" (e.g. shower, masturbation, etc.); they still continue to be about as vicious, relentless, and unreasonable as ever (if not more so). Today; they smile at me (literally right now) as I recall how about an hour ago they'd told me that they would never stop using EO. They laugh even now as I recall how they tell me daily that they would stop using him. They also show how little (if at all) they care for my choice of pornographic imagery to masturbate to--whether it be some video on Pornhub or xvideos, or a picture of Kiernan Shipka, or Elizabeth Debicki, whether they be real pictures of them fully-clothed, or deepfakes, whether it be unrelated hentai or cartoon porn, or porn made through SourceFilmMaker or some other type of CGI. They continue to blame me for this. "Well, yeah," and, "y?" they now add while their "Areg sister" remains smiling in the background and EO continues with the suckling. "So what?" they ask before adding "Seig Hitler".

Case in point; they continue to claim to have done something to the youngest daughter of my oldest aunt on my father's side on the basis that I supposedly asked them to--disregarding that she is among the cousins that I've had the least (if any) problems with. They continue to pretend as if this is the first time I've covered this with them.

A few seconds later; they claimed, yet again, that something happened to Kiernan Shipka again recently and that this was sufficient reason to continue using EO.

They resume using EO and continue to put words in my mouth--forcing a smile--ad-libbing for me that I "wish" for EO to be here.

Here are some of my posts elsewhere:

"Nobody gives a fuck," they continue to tell me regularly--just now, actually. EO remains nude and with something phallic in his mouth.

"I prefer EO," one of their "men" tells me as they smile. They also continue to show a capacity at inducing that muscle tension in the back of my upper left thigh (regardless of my stimulant use--even when I was consuming zero caffeine) which goes hand-in-hand with EO. "That's right," one responds; although, they care not for the details.

They continue to disturb my sleep with unusually vivid and random imagery with occasional commentary that sounds like my internal monologue--in between the hours of 4:30 and 7:30 AM as I attempt to fall asleep again after consuming melatonin. The pornographic imagery has yet to go away and the content often appears vague and subject to interpretation. The hallucinations have only become several times more demoralizing and depressing even after successfully achieving a certain level of relaxation in my left leg perhaps not felt in many years.

After having gone successfully back to sleep in between 7:30 and 10:30 AM; they resumed using EO and continue to do so even now--roughly an hour after waking up. The muscle tension in my left leg has yet to stop despite all the sleep.

Three masturbation sessions in one morning has done nothing to alleviate the discomfort in there--nor has the discomfort increased.

It used to be that I had to bend my knees or close my legs to alleviate the discomfort. Now they have me stretching my legs out.

Two days of 4 doses of Pepto Bismol each--and that, too, seems to have done little to alleviate the discomfort in my leg.

Sitting up seems to have little effect--as does lying down with my legs crossed as I'd been doing last year. Muscle spasms still seem to occur even as I attempt to rest on a perfectly flat surface--the floor.

They continue to push me into contacting each and every family member interpersonally--numbering in the dozens--across multiple cities and multiple states and three different countries. Something that I'd fantasized about as a child but never managed to achieve.

Note to self: do not bother. Whatever the thought-forms or whomever they represent offer--do not accept. They will continue coming up with more bullshit regardless.

"Well duh" they say.

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