#i successfully completed this year and i couldn't be more proud

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‘’TENSION’’

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

18+

- it’s been a hot hot minute but i’m back (still got exams rip) but i just couldn’t help myself, i’m far too obsessed with Hotch atm. my tortured serious detective heart can’t take it. i deliberately made this so fucking long cause i love the tension before the smutty smut. love u guys i’ll be back more consistently soon xx

The sky turned black and it felt like you lost yourself in the cool damp night, staring at nothing but a blaring white screen sitting at your desk praying for this unnerving blankness to end. Even when flying back and the case is successfully solved and profiled, the paperwork that you promised to Hotch earlier was calling to you and you didn't have the chance to call it a night like your fellow teammates. So you sat hollow-eyed at your desk, writing up the events of today. You did have a choice in the matter though- to smooth over the endless tension with Hotch, your boss. Every time you remember any sort of interaction with him, your eyes crease and your brows furrow involuntarily- it was as if there was a heavy feeling in your chest, not from sadness or insult but a tight frustration you couldn't seem to bury no matter how strong your intentions were.

It was only you here in the bullpen and only Hotch brooding in his office, your glassy eyes flicked every so often to see him through his blinds sitting at his desk. It was so late and your brain was turning to white noise and heavy thumps, your clear thinking was fleeing you every minute you sat at your desk. You pondered walking in and talking to him. Confronting him over the events that sent the frosty tension biting down your spine.

-

The group sat around, unfocused and loitering from desk to desk discussing anything other than the case at hand which wasn't a prudent choice considering you were the newest addition to the team and you couldn't afford to have a bad rap sheet, especially when your boss was the Aaron Hotchner who has a severe attitude and a nerve made of steel- so if you crossed him, he would make it apparent that your behavior would not be tolerated and if it repeats...the consequences far outweighed the risks. Even though you've been here for a year, the tension between you and Hotch hasn't eased, in fact, they froze over tenfold. But it didn't matter because you were just as bitter. You couldn't help it slip out sometimes, just because you were new it didn't mean that you were a people pleaser that was a doormat to anyone with $800 real Italian leather shoes, namely Hotch’

It was difficult to deny that he was…attractive. He moved in silence and it was deafening, he was cold and distant but your intrigue was impossible to quell- he was hot. And completely unlikeable.

And before you knew it, Hotch was right in front of you, with a discerning and severe look on his face that you couldn't seem to shake. All of a sudden, Prentiss and Reid had wandering eyes that looked around elsewhere as they walked away like children trying to hide. Shit.

‘’Agent, a word please.’’ He instructed in that soft yet firm voice of his, knowing that it wasn't friendly and it wasn't insulting- just so fucking polite. It was in this cool middle ground that was filled with grit and tender resentment- unconventionally paradoxical and entirely inconvenient. You shot Emily and Spencer a worried look and their eyes also mimicked your panic and uncertainty, giving a shrug back at you.

You stood proud, however, squaring your shoulders upright when you followed his lead back up to his office, your only view being the back of his tailored suit. Damn, his shoulders were…broad.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

A million self-referential questions flew through your head like a million comets in the sky.

Did you offend him?

Did you make a comment that messed up his view of you forever?

Does he think you can't do your job anymore?

Is he going to transfer you?

Replace you?

Like the polite asshole he was, Hotch left the door open for you and motioned you to take a seat before he was sitting behind his desk waiting to interrogate you and catch you out. You could handle this though, you weren't afraid of him. You sat cross-legged awaiting his charred words but he took a moment to study you.

Hotch wasn't a man that mixed business and his own personal opinion. Subjectivity was the downfall of many leaders of this team before him and he absolutely didn't want anything to change now. This was the sole reason he had been giving you a hard time through the guise of being mistrusting of the newest addition to his team...though it was easy to admit that he didn't trust you, he barely knew you- he glared at you through lifeless and surveying eyes.

‘’I wanted to inform you that your case reports for the previous case haven't been handed to me, the deadline for it was last night and I don't appreciate tardiness.’’ Hotch scolded you with a flatlined voice that was threatening if you listened to it right- you were a profiler, of course, you picked that up.

‘’I completely understand that sir, but I wanted my account to be more detailed and diligent.’’

‘’Why is that?’’ He was inspecting you further and you felt like you were under a microscope.

‘’Because I was the one that shot the unsub.’’ Your voice was heavy even though you knew this wasn't a good excuse. Reid and Morgan once used this excuse to delay the paperwork but it never worked, it only earned them a verbal tongue-lashing on how paperwork deadlines are important as it allows records and cases to be fully sealed, you couldn't move on without finishing them. You internally winced and your neck burned with regret at saying that. It wasn't like this was the first time you shot someone.

Hotch just stared at you, he should be down your throat about these things but he was finding it difficult to draw the line between being your boss and his own personal feelings he was beginning to harbor for you. This all started when you first started a year ago- when you first walked into his office he was taken aback by your hard-angled features and your tight lip, most people who join the BAU have a tendency to fall into two categories with Hotch: completely persistent and overbearing bootlickers that actually defy his orders or moody lone wolves that don't know how to work in a team. You didn't fit into either of those boxes. He couldn't help but align himself with you- as if you were like him. Although what surprised him was that you smiled and laughed in a way that he never did, when you finally were aware of the dynamics of the team, it teased out lightness and ease within you. He'd grown to be fond of your smile, he liked seeing it. Which was odd because when you were with him, your face went hard. Like you were challenging him and his authority.

‘’You're a very talented agent. And an incredibly smart and diligent profiler. You make a very good addition to this team for someone that I haven't worked with for very long but I can't work with people who don't place the same value on paperwork and fieldwork respectively. I'll give you leeway on this occasion but I need you to be good at paper trails as you are on the field.’’

You felt your mouth drop open slightly, like unloose hinges on a door that just got slammed. All the breath was knocked out of your lungs at his not-so-subtle compliment, your ears pricked with heat at the fact that you never heard anything this heartfelt come out of Hotch's mouth, especially regarding you.

‘’Thank you..I-‘’

‘’Please don't blush, the accolade is very much deserved.’’

Hotch was somehow keeping his cool which was a much-needed miracle from the universe. Even though the flush that stained your face somehow made it even more beautiful, he'd like to see that rose pink everywhere else...all over your body. You weren't challenging him now, you were like putty in his hands and it was incredibly jarring to see, but not unwelcome at all. He liked that the one small compliment affected you so, it didn't need to take a profiler to see it clear as day. It was apparent to see that your thoughts were affecting you physically, your thumb was incessantly rubbing the side of your pointer finger- your tell.

‘’I appreciate that Aaron-‘’

‘’-Sir.’’ He reinforced in a thick and heavy voice, correcting the term. You were always supposed to use 'sir' or 'Hotch', you'd never called him Aaron before and your lips curved slightly into a frown

Every time you were getting close to him, he cut you off and built up those walls again. It soured your mood and your brow furrowed again. You got up and leaned in slightly before standing upright.

‘’Sir.’’ You squared your shoulders and readjusted your posture before leaving.

‘’I'll get it finished by tonight.’’ You said huskily, annoyed and frustrated.

-

What was even odder is that your feet had a mind of their own, the silence was overwhelming you and it felt like you were about to smack your head against a brick wall when you stood outside of his office and knocked.

The tension was taking over you and you needed some form of clarity.

‘’Come in.’’ Hotch stated politely before looking up from his writing and letting go of his pen. You stood there, incredibly confident in your stance and he had to suppress raising an eyebrow.

‘’Y/N. What can I do for you?’’ His voice was low, heady and so damn sexy…almost suggestive.

Just looking at him made electricity shoot through your shoulder blades, his tie was slightly loosened, and his hair was a little more scuffed than usual. Hotch's gaze was scorching, to say the least, it was a complete 360 from the hard discerning eyes he gave you when you were in his office.

‘’Sir, I feel like my work is being compromised.’’ You said very matter-of-factly, arms crossed as you leaned against his door to prove that you mean business, that you were tired of this tap dance with death. Hotch paused to study your statement.

‘’How so?’’

'I'm having trouble handling this tension between you and me.’’ You breathed, finally finding the words that didn't completely reveal how badly you wanted him.

‘’Which kind of tension?’’

‘’You know which one, you're a profiler. Figure it out.’’ You snapped and Aaron was completely taken aback, this was absolutely the kind of attitude that he wouldn't put up with but on this occasion, you seemed desperate and he's never seen you like this before. It wasn't a wake-up call...it was a calling. Hotch just studied your purpose silently- you stood there so sure yet doe-eyed and needy for an answer you had doubts you were going to get from him. He wanted to be honest, so he was.

‘’The kind of tension that makes me want to bend you over my desk and fuck the attitude out of you?’’ Hotch asked you to clarify it for him, just to make you squirm a little more- and like clockwork, you did. He watched your chest swell as you breathed in and out, your eyes widened a little bit but you suppressed it in a second but they were dilating intensely, your brows raised, and your lips parted to let out a sharp breath. The telltale face for shock and arousal. ‘’I don't think you want me to come up with a suggestion on how to help you at all, you've got it all figured out for yourself.’’ Hotch saw right through you, your mind was buzzing with outlines of unfinished plans and outcomes of this entire situation. Right now you could only see one: him fucking you like an animal.

‘’You gonna profile me?’’ Your face was stern but your voice was sweet. Your eyes were begging for him to surprise you and leave you hanging for more.

‘’You want me to?’’ His tone. His voice. It was like pure sex.

‘’Mhm.’’

‘’Come here then.’’ Hotch bit the bullet, he was drunk on this, and he wasn't thinking clearly- but why did it feel like the solution to his problems was becoming clearer and clearer?

Your legs turned to jelly and your knees started buckling in a fit of electric tingles but by some pure miracle, your feet found their way over to Hotch, ending up in front of him behind his desk, eyes locked in a perpetual battle between the tampered down tension and the heady desire

‘’I figured you've outlined a profile of me in your head already.’’ You breathed in an attempt to open up his head for him but like always, he was never revealing his thoughts- he just stared down at you

‘’You pretend you're not nervous around me.’’ He remarked coolly. ‘’You put on a facade that is actually convincing, it's probably an attempt to remain professional but the tension is getting to you, and you hate not having control. What I find interesting though is that you put on this facade but you so shamelessly give me fuck-me eyes when no one else is looking.’’

You remained tight-lipped at his deduction but internally you were losing your mind. ‘’I think I've been pretty good.’’

‘’You are good. But you can't take it anymore.’’ Hotch reaffirmed but then spun it back around on its head.

‘’I can't?’’

‘’You can't. You want me but you don't want to compromise anything, but now the idea of me fucking you is becoming less and less insane.’’ His face was completely serious and your heart was beginning to hammer.

‘’You seem sure of yourself.’’ Who were you kidding? Hotch could see right through you, your confidence was wearing away. He just gave you a small knowing smirk, you liked it when he was flirty (which was the rarest thing on Earth) but then, suddenly, he flipped back to being professional.

‘’So Agent, is there anything else you came to me for?’’. He tilted his head to the side.

He was acting fucking professional- as if you weren't just a few feet away from each other and like the palpable attraction wasn't swinging through the air. You scoffed at his face.

It was late, your inhibitions were fleeing you with every scattered moment. There were so many blips of weakness you were attempting to reign in but you took a deep breath so you didn't crumble under his hard gaze.

‘'I'd like to request a transfer.’’ You blurted without thinking it through. Hotch thought that your face looked defeated.

‘’Transfer? Why?’’ Hotch's brows furrowed and creased at your ask, his lips thinned. He hated the idea of it, but his personal feelings aside, you were an incredible addition to the team- you were bright, insightful, and a necessity. He feels that it would be a big mistake on your part.

But, isn't this right in the long run? This...tension...between you may affect your work in the field. The more you think about it, the less avoidable it becomes.

‘’Or would you prefer a resignation?’’ You joked, your pearly whites peeking through in the light of his office and he thought you looked beautiful under it- though he was slightly irked by your callousness

"Don't give me that.’’ He said curtly and it made your eyes narrow into his; his gaze darkened intensely, and those heady pools of brown were something you could drown in endlessly. You wouldn't mind at all.

‘’Well, I think I've already covered why I want to.’’

Hotch stood silent for a moment.

‘’Come home with me.’’

You hid your shocked face well but your pulse was thundering underneath your increasingly heated skin, you swallowed sharply and your eyes widened a little but still enough for Hotch to catch onto it. Those simple words he uttered made slick form between your thighs already, you couldn't even begin to imagine the physical things he could do to your body to make you feel good.

"Hotch...I-‘’ You breathed, you bit your lip to conceal your bashful expression but the blush and the light dancing in your eyes gave you away. You let out a sharp exhale in a fruitless attempt to attain some sense of dignity but when your gaze met his, you knew he was being perfectly serious and it made you gulp again.

His eyes were eager and you couldn't deny him any longer, even though the idea of him fucking you on his own desk in his own office was something out of a wet dream- you'd settle for some wine at his place. Maybe he could take it as a body shot, the idea made your legs tremble.

The next thing you knew is that his thumb and index finger were hooked under your chin so you could meet the intense stare that you would simply crack under.

‘’Please, baby.’’ Hotch whispered the pet name.

Fuck. That was enough to do you in, enough to make you give into any demand he asked of you. You were actually considering getting on your knees, right here, right now

‘’Okay.’’ Since you agreed, your nervousness seemed to dissipate.

Excited didn't even begin to cover it.

-

During the car ride back to his place, Hotch had to suppress the urge to let his hands glide over your thighs and clamp onto them. You were wearing a skirt. He could've just easily touched your skin, and let his fingers dance around your panties before slipping them in to see just how wet you really were. But he tampered down the pulsating urge, he kept stealing glances at you. You looked confident now, the woman he's grown to know and work with was here to stay- he'd get that changing in no time. He'd make this whole facade of being a tease shatter beneath your feet, the idea made him smirk and it temporarily occupied his mind while driving. Your air was simply intoxicating to Aaron and it was making him lose his focus on the road.

Neither of you spoke on the way there, and when you both arrived he offered you his hand. Your jaw wanted to fall straight to your feet, fucking Aaron Hothchner, your boss, was offering you his hand for you to hold.

Your tongue glazed over your lips as he lead you to his apartment, mouth salivating with every step. Hotch hadn't felt this strongly about anyone in so long, the tension between you two was just brewing and bubbling and now neither of you had the means to stop it- it was all just waiting to burst into an eruption of passion.

You were both experts in behavior. You both wanted each other, it was clear as fucking day. But you were both stubborn and unmoving. Unrelenting. Perfect.

Hotch opened his door and the ambient lights encompassed the entirety of the apartment, it was nicely furnished and it was apparent that he was a clean freak. It translated from work to home. Hm. Note taken. He closed the door and you both flung your bags into a dark corner, you didn't know what to say or do so you just flirted with him tirelessly.

‘’Wine?’’ Hotch offered, his face brightening just a little. He watched intently as you breathed and leaned in on his kitchen counter, discarding your jacket

"Hm. I drink red.’’ You lied.

‘’No, you don't.’’ His voice was low and gritty but it was evened out with a knowing smirk.

‘’Perceptive.’’ You stated impassively, not trying to indicate that you were affected by the fact he noticed your habits as if it wasn't his job to do so. Hotch poured out white wine for you and fixed himself a bourbon.

You watched and surveyed him with a certain and unmissable fixation. He shrugged off his blazer and started loosening up his tie and undid the first button but he didn't fully take it off. Lord. He was fit as fuck, his broad shoulders...his arms...his fucking hands. You felt so safe with him, it's not like you needed his protection but while you were in his presence, you felt secure and looked out for. The thought made you bite your lip.

Hotch sauntered back over to you with an aura of confidence, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. He stood leaning opposite you after he handed you your glass. The ambient light made his hard features even more chiseled, it was almost romantic.

‘’So, did you want me here to ply me with alcohol just to make me change my mind?’’ You flirted as you took a scarce sip.

‘’No, just wanted you to be mine for a night.’’ He said honestly and it made your thighs clamp together but your expression was still that of smugness

‘’Hm. Since we're being honest now…’’ You started brusquely. ‘’I think I've wanted you to fuck me since I first walked into your office.’’

Hotch raised a discerning brow at you due to such a brash statement, it was unexpected by not surprising. ‘’Well, each of my thoughts about you…have been improper.’’ He said truthfully, his lips curling slightly.

You always seemed to have a knack for disarming him and he'd be a bold-faced liar if he said he didn't enjoy it. But his mind was wandering.

He was distracted with the last case the team took, he was concerned with the idea of you at the center of it- obviously. You partook in the role of pretending to act like the unsub's preferred victim, using the good old tactic of flirtation during the interrogation in which Hotch stood outside looking in through the glass. You hated appealing to this sadistic prick's preferences but you really didn't have a choice, you could practically feel Hotch's glare intensify even when you couldn't see him. He stood outside with Rossi watching in on the interrogation you were conducting.

‘’I don't like her being in the same room as him.’’ Hotch stated tight-lipped and impassive as always.

Rossi just turned his head and regarded him with a knowing look on his face, he scoffed at Aaron.

‘’What?’’ Hotch questioned, his brows furrowing as always

‘'You've been distracted recently, now I know why.’’

Hotch contemplated you in your presence, you were feeling playful and flirty whereas he was focused and hypervigilant. He couldn't help but be...worried about you. Even though the unsub fit the profile indefinitely, the team had no physical proof that warranted his arrest so you had to let him go. You had to stay later than everyone else to fill out the interrogation report at the P.D. After you were finished, you took your SUV and went back to the hotel you were staying at and parked your car. Although you were aware and diligent, you didn't expect to be blitzed from behind as you got out of the car. It was the same guy you took into custody- but thank God you got out of his aggressive hold and shot him in the kneecaps. You were bound to be shaken up and Hotch just wanted to make sure that you were doing okay. He was yanked out of his thoughts and tethered back to reality as your hand shot up to loosen up his tie, just to be closer to him, to feel his air.

‘'Hm- I always liked these-.’m You mumbled playfully, your face inching closer to his. But suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you even closer to him, his callous apathetic hand gripping your skin. You couldn't help but let out a sigh, your breath sweet like honey on the vine.

You felt exposed when he stared deeply into your alluring eyes, they provoked such a visceral reaction from him, it was making him feel helpless but he was a master of not showing it.

‘’What is it, Hotch?’’ Your free hand went to his should to assert a hold on him, like he you.

‘'The suspect that tried to attack you...I should've stayed and left with you.’’ His voice was confined with regret and a fit of bubbling anger, and his eyes darted away as if he was too ashamed to look at you considering what he could've prevented. His grip on your wrist loosened as you softly grabbed his face to look at you again. ‘’I don't know why I-‘’

‘’Hey, hey. Look at me...’’You breathed. ‘’I appreciate the chivalry of you being worried about me...but I feel safe with you. And I've spent a lot of time wanting you from a distance and I can deal with that during the day...but at night- I can't help but need you.’’

Although you didn't want to admit it, he was right to be worried. With this job danger was a welcome guest, lives are lost and wills are constantly battled and challenged but within that, the danger makes you realize how precious life is, how waiting does more harm than good, and how trusting your gut is key. The danger makes everyone on the team aggressive, especially you and Hotch. You've lost count of how many rows you've gotten into between each other because of this, within that there have been far too many moments where you've been this close to kissing the lips off of him in an argument. He's hot either way but that attitude is something else- and you reveled in it. Hotch examined your tantalizing face that was etched with a certain sincerity he hadn't seen in a long time, he hadn't felt this sort of desire in lightyears. It was a spark he was sure he was missing before you came into his life.

‘’Aaron. Call me Aaron.’’

It's like his eyes were talking, but you didn't know what they were saying.

‘’I'm special now?’’ You mumbled with a determined passivity. His glower was hard and you could practically hear his brain buzzing.

‘’I'm not a toy.’’ He enunciated in that enticing low and heavy tone of his, you were afraid you were going to lose your inhibitions already, he let go of your wrist and gripped your cheeks, jutting your face upwards. ‘’Stop playing with me as if I am.’’

You didn't let him finish his delicious threat, you captured your lips with his in a searing kiss, one that didn't even make you feel guilty for breaking procedure. You were playing God with Hotch and he knew it perfectly well but he had no objections, he'll be so careless to say he'll deal with the repercussions in the morning. He knew after this one taste of you, he had to have you for the night, even if it was just for one singular, holy night. His massive hands flew into your hair, raking through thick strands as your mouth seeks to find his - you tasted like a fiery embrace in the dead of night. Sweet like sandy beaches with that strong sting of a lemon being dripped onto a blood wound. Hotch, in all his serious purpose, reminded you of a stiff drink in general. He tasted like heady bourbon too.

Hotch started getting impatient now, he intertwined his fingers with your as and dragged you to his room. It was like a hot flash and then you were suddenly there, too possessed by your need for him to profile his fucking room. You were too flustered by a dire lust. He unexpectedly, stilled you both by his bed and grabbed you by the jaw, and jutted it upwards, his grip was ironlike.

‘’Take off your clothes.’’Hotch's tone was much different than his actions, it was polite yet dark, calm yet brutal. He was a walking paradox, and you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your days trying to figure him out. His eyes were scorching and burning into yours

‘'I was hoping you would do it.'’ You whispered against his lips, his nails biting into your skin a little more.

He took your tease as a challenge. Aaron's hands meandered slowly to your tight button-down, slowly undoing each button and staring you in the eyes exactly until you peeled it off.

His callous hands reached behind you to tug down the zipper of your skirt and you had to tamper down the urge to just blitz him right but no, you knew he wanted to take his time with this. Drag it out. Make you needy. Make you weak. You just watched him.

‘’You're all I can think about.’’ He whispered against your lips, the admission of honesty was making your heart pound in your chest.

Your hands were definitely not idle in the slightest, they were itching to get his clothes off- you made quick work of shrugging off his blazer and quickly loosened up his tie and got it off of him, but he caught onto the fabric.

‘’No, no. I wanna keep it for later.’’ Hotch mumbled playfully and it was the kind of sound that made your ears prick up.

You didn't speak, you just smirked as you pressed your lips to his again and sunk your teeth into his bottom lip. Hotch didn't let a single moment pass before he gripped you by the waist and flung you onto the bed.

Your mind was racing and dulling to a blur, you were left in only your underwear and bra- thank God you wore a pretty set today, you had no idea what a day this would pan out to be. You. In your boss's bed. Waiting desperately to be fucked by him, you didn't know how it got to this but it did. You weren't complaining but you did have to wonder how any of this came to be, it was straight out of a dream. Too absolved in your own thoughts, you were yanked out of your thoughts when you felt his hands on your skin. He was shirtless And damn him, he had been hiding such a figure for the entirety of this...thing...you had with him. Hotch's palms outlined the frame of your body and your breath was immediately knocked out of you when he nestled between your thighs. Your hands flew to tug on his hair.

‘’You're not playing fair.’’ You moaned drunkenly, his mouth planting chaste kisses on your collarbone- you just wanted him to get you naked underneath him but he was too busy making you squirm.

‘’I never have.’’ he replied cooly. ‘’Shh. Stay still.’’ He taunted huskily, you could practically hear him smile into your skin.

‘’No.’’ You shot back almost immediately, your legs had a mind of their own.

You mustered up the strength, rolled over, and now you were on top instead. Your mouth latched onto his neck and you began suckling and kissing down, you melted at the sound of him breathless. Fuck, that sound was like heaven. Who knew Hotch had the ability to get like this? His eyes flitted shut as he savored your touch, your feel. His hands went to grip your sides and his palms felt at the skin of your hips.

‘’I like you better beneath me, Hotch.’’ You said all honeyed as you bit his earlobe. He really couldn't take your teasing anymore.

His temper began to bubble and he quickly got out of your hold and flipped you so he was on top of you again, his preferred place to stay.

‘’I said call me Aaron, sweetheart. Don't get dumb on me now, we both know you're not.’’

‘’Now you're the one that's acting as if I'm a toy, Aaron.’’ You bit back. ‘’Can't you feel how much I need you?’’ lYou were practicallywhining at him but you knew he didn't care. Hotch pulled his face back from your neck to stare into those lust-clouded eyes.

‘’Then beg for me.’’ He demanded

‘’Get me naked first.’’ You flirted. His face turned hard and his brows furrowed again and he gripped your wrists again and pinned them down on the bed. Your body was heating up and begging to be touched by him again, you felt far too clothed.

Hotch let go and ducked down between the sweet valley of your thighs to shimmy off your underwear, your scent was divine, and he couldn't wait until he had the chance to taste you but right now you were agonizing over him barely touching you- you were possessed with the need of feeling him inside you. Your underwear and bra were now just a mere pile of scraps on his bedroom floor. You reached for his belt and unbuckled it but before you could go any further he grabbed your arm again

‘’No, no. None of that.’’ He reassured with a soft voice.

‘’Beg for me.’’

Hotch trailed his lips down your jaw to stun you into obliging his commands. To his pleasure. it was working like a dream. His kisses were brutal and vour desperation was radiating off of you, the battle of wills was palpable.

"Aaron...’’

‘’I said beg.’’ He warned, the eye contact between you manifesting into a wild and untameable tension that neither of you was willing to bridle.

‘’I want you to take me, don't be gentle...please...just tell me how you want me and make me yours. I've been begging for you all this time, don't make me repeat and parrot back the thoughts I've had for you.’’ You whimpered, goosebumps trailing your skin as his fingertips traced down your stomach and to the place where you needed his attention.

It felt as though Hotch's world had just stopped spinning like it had been tipped off its axis. Your breath was sweet and your eyes were wide and guileless, sparkling with need and lust that only he could satiate. He watched you stiff-eyed and earnestly as his fingers slipped into your heat, teasingly at first but then curling upwards, your moan was unconcealable and broken up.

‘’You'll be my undoing, you know that?’’ He groaned before biting your lip, you whimpered into his mouth. His fingers were feeling at you with an expertise you had never experienced before, they were literally working magic. It was rough and soft at the same time-just like him. They were moving rhythmically, tenderly and then his thumb began sending sparks through your body when he toyed with your clit

‘’Oh God...’’ You couldn't bite back your moans.

‘'Don't scream his name, scream mine. It sounds better, don't you think?’’ He knew you couldn't answer him coherently but you proved him wrong when you grabbed at his belt buckle.

‘’In me...please.’’ It was like you were drunk on him.

Hotch could withstand anything you had on a normal day during work I hours but when he got you begging like this, he just loved your whines but he felt bad for dragging it out- it looked like you were on the verge of crying, tears of pleasure were pricking in your eyes. He had to give into such a polite demand. You didn't even have the time to look down but you felt him, pulsating and huge. He pushed inside of you with no prior warning.

‘’Aaron...I can't take it.’’ You grunted, eyes unable to stray away from his as your nails dug into his broad shoulders.

"Yes, you can. You'll take it.’’

You quite literally had to accommodate to his massive size, he was fucking massive- not that you had any doubts, but the thought has crossed your mind on many occasions and you hated it. Now you were taking it from him.

‘’How do you feel now?’’ He questioned, the back of your head was dug into the pillow, your chin jutted up.

‘’What?’’ You sounded frazzled and it made him want to laugh.

‘’The tension...between us...’’ He panted, his thrusts pumping into you, your bodies colliding violently.

‘’We're not on your desk, are we?’’

Hotch didn't respond, he just sunk his teeth into your jaw and it made you cry out. Your nails were digging into his skin and he was completely absorbed into this outlet, he definitely didn't mind this happening over and over again. Your moans became louder and louder, you couldn't help yourself, he was eliciting all of these reactions out of you. He never pulled his punches and this isn't an exception- he was just so damn skilled, it was all so intricate, like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make you go fucking insane. He was quite the profiler indeed, the thought made you smirk.

‘’I don't know if I can keep going.’’ You whined, brows tenseing enough to make your head pulsate. ‘’Fuck….’’

‘’It's okay...just stay with me. You can do that for me, can't you?’’ He cooed at you and it sent shockwaves down your body, you nodded and poulled him into a searing kiss.

You couldn't say no to him, no matter how hard you tried. The collision was forceful, passionate, completely and utterly tangible through every cell in your body. Hotch could feel you tightening up around him, suffocating his cock perfectly and setting a high dose of adrenaline in his aching veins. You couldn't hold out anymore, it was becoming infuriating. A scream ripped from your throat, broken plea, a frazzled response that you could no longer contain. You reached your high far quicker than you had hoped for but, how could you hold out? It was Aaron fucking Hotchner. Your release felt incredible to the point where your eyes screwed shut, Hotch was entirely pleased to have you in such a state. He wished he could frame that expression and put it on his desk. While he finished, he kissed your lips and then kissed the bridge of your nose up to your forehead. Fuck, this switch up from roughness to tenderness was...nice. For the first time in a long time, you felt wanted. Hotch rolled over and you held onto him, your head perched on his chest.

You both stayed silent for a while. Breathing in and out. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. His arm enveloped you and his fingers began desperately tracing unintelligable patterns on your bare skin.

Breathing in and out.

Eyes fanning shut.

‘’Hm. I like fraternzing.’’ You said softly and you could hear Hotch's subtle chuckle, he was so clearly amused by your blatant rule breaking. Only you would be so callous.

‘’Funny.’’ He replied with a raise eyebrow.

‘’Tension leading to this is so fucking cliche.’’ You groaned, rolling your eyes at the idea but what could you say...you secretly found yourself enjoying it.

‘'How many times have you thought about rugby tackling me during an argument?’’ He smiled, gazing wantonly into the dark catalysts of your eyes when you hung your head up.

‘’Many ...but I wouldn't say rugby tackle. I'd say directly punch in the face.’’

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[moumouton4]

How about smut Mafia boss Madara x fem spy Reader. Uchihas found reader snooping around and took her to Madara. They make out and everything and than reader disappeared for a year now. One day she came to Uchiha's hideout really scared and told them how her spy agency wants her dead and she needs help and Madara help her bc he was in love woth her and so did she so after everything they got together and she joined there mafia

The Spy Who Gave Her heart To The Uchiha Boss || Madara Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Hello lovely ! 🌹 That's the first time I'm writing an AU and a MOB!AU wtf. I also took more time than I usually took to write. I decided to let the ideas come when they would want so that the fic you'd be something I'd be proud of. And it is ! 😍 Again thank you for the opportunity !

Warnings : Mob!au, love at first sight, nsfw, penetrative sex, grinding, spank, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Words count : 2476

You weren't supposed to be the spy chosen for this mission. But after so many refusals from other agents. The organization decided to ask you to apply. And since you were a hothead, you accepted. For you, the thrill of the mission was much more pleasurable and beneficial than knowing you'd successfully completed it.

Except that this side of your personality could be very troublesome when you had to concentrate on your mission and not be noticed, but the only thing you wanted was to run into enemies and smash their faces in, and feel the adrenaline running through your veins. So instead of seeing the two Uchihas who'd just spotted you, you were focused on your twitching hand ready to draw your katana. And then nothing... blackness.

You woke up clinging to a chair in a dimly lit room. You were bound hand and foot so that you couldn't unleash your strength to get out of the hold ( imagine Black Widow in Avengers ). Now that you were no longer knocked unconscious, you could hear footsteps hurrying out of the room. You felt a gaze on you and turned your head, but all you saw was your own reflection in a mirror you were convinced was a one-way mirror. And that someone was staring at you from behind it.

Suddenly you heard a male voice speak, "It's all clear boss, she's awake. We're waiting for your orders"

You couldn't hear what the said boss replied, but you could hear the other man, who seemed to be his subordinate, answer "Really, Boss ? Alone with her ? Okay okay I'll do that"

And then you heard footsteps approaching you. And suddenly the door opened, all the lights in the room lit up with a neon noise, blinding you for a brief moment "Now out" you heard a deep, authoritative voice speak. In a split second, the other men left the room before closing the door behind them. Leaving you alone with the man you thought was the mob boss.

He was tall, dressed in an elegant red 3-piece suit that brought out the blackness of his long ebony hair, which - you were greatly surprised to see - must have reached the small of his back. His gaze was bewitching, adding a touch of mystery to a man whose presence emanated so fluidly and easily. You soon found it hard to tear your gaze away from his dark eyes, but on the other hand, it seemed to suit him just fine, as his own eyes also remained fixed on yours.

"Weren't you ever taught in your agency not to stick your nose in other people's business ?" his tone was condescending and his voice held a threatening dimension. Yet you couldn't help being drawn in and imagining if he always sounded so threatening when he was in a more vulnerable state.

"And you've never been taught how to treat a woman ?" you said, trying to move your hands and feet that were tied to the chair to emphasize your condition.

"Of course I did. Where are my manners ?" he said, moving towards you to untie you. Before starting, however, he activated his Sharingan in his eyes and resumed, "If you were to do anything you die. Understood ?"

You nodded, hoping he'd untie you and you'd give him a beating, but what he did next made you change your mind abruptly. As he untied you, you rubbed your wrists to try and soothe the burning sensation. His men had tightened the ties like crazy - frankly, they'd been right, but damn it hurts. The man still standing next to you, probably waiting for you to untie your feet now that your hands were free, looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"I haven't got all day. What are you waiting f-" however his voice caught in his throat when he saw the marks on your wrists. He didn't know what made him do it, but he did "Let me see" he said taking your wrist in his hand with a gentleness you didn't think him capable of "The fuckers they tightened them like hell"

At that moment neither you nor he knew what was going on. Nevertheless, he felt a strong need to protect you and keep you safe. Even without knowing what was going on in his head, you could feel the tension building between you as he began to gently rub his thumb over the red and even purple part on your wrist. There was a slight moment of hesitation as your eyes met once more. The delicate movement of his thumb still on going. You saw him clench his jaw and then oh- did he just look at your lips ? Wait wait, now you're doing the same !

"What are you doing ?" he said in a low, threatening tone that hid real confusion about the turn the eventq were taking.

"Nothing. I'm not doing anything" you replied breathlessly, the atmosphere was so thick it was unbreathable.

"Son of a bitch" and with that almost imperceptible whisper he leaned forward and captured your lips in a burning and passionate kiss. His lips exerted strong pressure on yours as if he wanted to feel you closer, but at the same time his tongue caressed yours with the utmost gentleness and delicacy.

Suddenly he drew back and got down on one knee to undo the ties that were restricting your legs. Once he'd done that, he stood up again and held out his hand to help you up. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist. There was no need for words as your eyes met again, you both knew what you wanted most right now. And even if it went against the basic principles of your respective fields.

With his hand still protectively placed on your waist, he led you across the headquarters of his organization along paths he knew to be seldom used, so that you wouldn't pass anyone on the way to his apartments.

Once there, you were almost breathless. The room was sumptuous, the burgundy walls bringing a real charm and sensuality to it. Above the bed you could see the Uchiha symbol proudly truncated there, giving the rest of the room a grandiose feel.

Your breaths grew heavier as you realized that you were now alone and that no one could come in here to disturb you. Once again, your bodies pressed together as you kissed. He carried you to his bed and gently laid you down. As the kiss deepened, your hands found a place in his silky hair, increasing his hunger. Unintentionally, he rubbed his aching need against your center, releasing a curse under his breath in the process.

As if in a gust of wind, your clothes flew around the bed. Your hands worked precisely to remove each layer of tissue separating your burning bodies. As he looked down at you you heard him groan. Fuck you were so wet, he didn't even need to go down on you - after all you kinda were in a rush, both of you. Seeing your glistened folds, he couldn't stop his dick from twitching.

You wrapped your legs around his slim waist to pull him flush against you, your body aching for his touch. "Someone's eager I see" he said smirking, his hands going up and down your sides. Suddenly he sat up and put you on his lap, making yelp. As you hooked your arms around his neck you felt him grip your ass firmly. He moved you lightly back and forth on his hard cock, relishing the feel of the wetness spreading over his member.

"Please" you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to take you.

"Please ? Do you think you deserve it ?" he teased, not relenting his movements "Have you been a good girl ?"

You nodded eagerly. Suddenly he put a sharp spank on your ass making you gasp "Say it" he demanded in a husky voice.

"Yes I've been a good girl" You said making the smirk on his face grow "Good. And you think you deserve to cum ?" he said punctuating his sentence with another firm spank on your ass.

"Y-yes" you breathlessly answered, after all your mission was to find the mob boss, and get information, what happened in between wasn't stipulated to you.

"Then I'll make you cum" he said, guiding his cock towards your entrance. He took the time to enter you gently so as not to rush you - after all, he'd told you he knew how to treat a woman - tip first and gently the rest of the way. Once he was in to the tilt he looked at you "Is this okay ?"

You nodded, not finding the strength to speak with the fulness you were experiencing. Once that was clear, he couldn't help but turn you around and lay you on the bed. Now he wanted to fuck you as hard as the attraction he felt for you and you were so eager to indulge.

He seemed to know perfectly well what rhythm to adopt and where to touch you. His hips worked swiftly, filling the room with the sound of skin against skin, accompanying your moans and grunts. When he felt himself coming, he slipped his hand between your two bodies to rub your clit.

He'd honored what he'd told you earlier. He made you cum. Hard. And now he was holding you against him in bed, waiting for your breathing to calm down. But even if your breathing calmed down, you couldn't stop the gears in your brain from turning at breakneck speed. You didn't want to just hit and run after he let his guard down in front of you. But you couldn't forget the reasons why you'd met him in the first place. You had a mission to fulfill first. Even if you heart screamed otherwise.

You disentangled yourself from his hold on you and quickly and discreetly put on your suit before leaving. At the door you watched him dozing from a distance on his bed, knowing full well that if he woke up and asked you to stay you wouldn't say no. "I'm sorry" you mumbled before closing the door and hurrying off to get what you'd come for.

However, there was one thing you hadn't anticipated.... the probability... however remote that there might be... a microphone in your gear. Fuck you should have seen that coming. Most of the agency didn't trust you. They thought you were too unstable, even though you always carried out your missions well. The proof was that you'd ended up fucking one of the targets - it was the first time by the way.

The roles were reversed, and for the first time in your life it was you who had to escape from the agency "We can't keep her, she knows too much about us" "What if she reveals information or all join them ? "It's decided, bring her in with the excuse of getting her report back. We'll take advantage of the situation to eliminate her in secret here"

But you heard everything from behind the door. With your eyes wide, you took cautious steps backwards. Once you were out of range, you ran to your locker and retrieved your weapons before leaving the agency's headquarters.

But not everything went according to plan. When you swiped your badge to open the last gate, an error code was displayed and alarms began to sound. With your heart pounding in your chest, you climbed over the obstacle, started up a motorcycle and set off as fast as you could.

In the distance you could hear a helicopter flying "Shit shit shit ! What do I do now ?" you thought. You knew desperately that you had nowhere to go without the risk of them finding you.

You saw a car overtaking you and driving at your speed. The driver opened his window and called out to you "Ma'am, someone would like to speak to you" "Who are you exactly ?" you asked, obviously wary of this unknown person. He looked into your eyes for a split second, allowing you to see the Sharingan in his irises. His answer was brief but swept away any doubts you might have had. You now knew exactly who he was.

So you decided to follow the black car that seemed to be your only way out. But you couldn't help feeling apprehensive about seeing him again. You knew he'd be waiting for you, after well... your one-night stand.

Shots echoed behind you. The man shouted "Get in front of the car now ! I'll cover you ! Nothing must happen to you !"

You were astonished to hear this, but you complied and passed in front of the car, which shielded you. The closer you got to the Uchiha hideout, the more you felt the tension rising... and perhaps butterflies in your stomach.

Madara, for his part, was pacing back and forth. From a distance he looked like a caged lion. He couldn't help worrying about you and feeling the need to protect you at all costs. Admittedly, he didn't take it very well when you ran off without even saying goodbye. But he couldn't stop the already strong attraction and connection between you, ever since he first laid eyes on you.

After what seemed like an eternity, a knock came at his door "Boss, she's here" said one of his henchmen. Madara had to keep a straight face and hold back the sigh of relief he wanted to let out "Well bring her here" " Sure Boss"

When the door reopened and you stepped into his room, he couldn't help but feel the uncomfortable sensation - for him - of butterflies in his stomach. He also couldn't help but take two big strides towards you before engulfing you in a hug. Your body began to tremble with the adrenaline rush and he quickly pulled away to look at your face.

"Are you hurt ? Is everything in order ?" his trembling voice betrayed a hint of concern. You shook your head indicating you were fine.

"S-sorry I didn't want to leave like this. But they miked me and now they want to kill me. I h-heard them. They're coming for me-"

He cut you off by holding you against his chest. A surge of protectiveness took hold of him, his Sharingan activating in his eyes almost instantly "Let them come, we'll know how to receive them. No one touches what's mine"

It was decided, he was going to do his utmost to decimate them one by one. Now that you'd found each other, no one could pull you apart.

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🌮🥡 Again my requests are open 🍞🧈

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[sopeacefulandquiet]

The First Meeting

Summary: After spending 6 months undercover working at a cafe in downtown Las Vegas, Y/n finds someone who might make her time here more interesting and maybe help her getaway.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Word Count: ~3k Warning: N/A Genre: fluff? kinda Notes: This is honestly so bad, you can tell I had no idea what was happening as I got halfway in, I do apologise if you decide to read this and make it till the end as it makes absolutely no sense as I ran out of motivation to write it halfway through. I just really had to finish it and get it off my mind. So thank you for reading. Enjoy. Please let me know if there is any way I could improve this! Feedback is much appreciated.

Y/n didn't believe in love at first sight. She didn't understand how someone could look at a person and decide that they now loved them based solely on looks. She saw it as futile, falling in love with someone without knowing their true personality. She’d scoff just thinking about someone she knew ‘falling in love at first sight’, Y/n believed there was no love at first sight, there was only lust at first sight. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Being an undercover agent heavily contributed to her opinions, she couldn't fall in love (not that she would, love was overrated in her opinion) with someone knowing that at any moment now, she would have to sacrifice her life for a country that she didn't believe in anymore. She could, however, sleep with as many people as she wanted, she could lust after people, because in her opinion lust had no such consequences as love did. 

Love simply was not worth the risk. 

Love at first sight was a false notion.

Love did not make people happy. She saw it firsthand with her parents.

Love left destruction in its wake, and she had no room for destruction in her life. 

Y/n y/l/n was sworn off love. it had no room in her life. 

Not until a certain brunet unknowingly made his way into her life. 

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Y/n grew to appreciate the little things in life. The little things in her life were what made her happy, little things that she had grown to love in the past year; the birds chirping in the morning when she woke up, her little apartment which was minimally decorated but still home, and even her old neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers who would welcome her into their home and feed her until she could stomach no more. 

The things she didn't have to learn to love, things that brought a smile to her face instantly were the degrees placed on her mantel, delicately framed in gold frames. At the young age of 19, Y/n had already completed two Ph.D.'s and she couldn't be more proud of herself - nor could her mother. Next to the certificates sat her most beloved possession - the only family photo she had. She would often spend hours sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, photo frame in hand, examining each smiling individual in the photo, her mother, father, and her three brothers. She wondered how they would look now, after 7 years. Would they remember her? Maybe, maybe not. Y/n, however, could remember each of them so vividly, their voices, their mannerisms, the way they’d call for her. She often imagined what life would be like if those events 7 years ago never took place. 

Alas. one could not change the past. And so she’d place the photo frame back on the mantel and try not to think of it again.

Being an undercover agent at her age was hard. She was supposed to make her way into the family of the mafia boss in Las Vegas, which she had done successfully in under 2 weeks, but after informing the FBI that she had done her part, she was asked to lay low until a new case was sent her way; which she had been doing for the past 3 years. Her days became predictable, which she grew to like, school, work, home, and then repeat. Every single day. Enrolling in and attending university became almost a hobby for her, which was how she’d achieved 2 PhDs at a young age, hoping to gain her third in the upcoming year. 

Working at the little cafe in downtown Las Vegas was something she grew to enjoy. She liked the way every day was almost predictable. The cafe would open at 7am every day. She’d go through the process of raising the blinds in front of the door window and turning the sign around from ‘closed’ to open. She’d take her place behind the tills with a bright smile on her face ready to greet customers, continuing conversation with her co-workers, Jayne and Andrew, who were primarily the ones making the large array of drinks they served. Y/n reveled in the predictability of the day ahead. 

The cafe, being close to the center of Las Vegas, meant that it was incredibly common for customers to frequent it on a daily basis to get their morning to-go cup of coffee, but it was rare for them to stay. So when a boy - who could be no older than her - came in every day for 3 months, y/n’s interest was piqued. He’d walk in every day at exactly 3pm, and she noticed a thick book in one hand, the other clutching the strap of his satchel. He would sit in the far back corner and read. Until the closing time at 11pm. He slowly became her favourite person and knowing nothing about it (and being too afraid to ask) she would watch him intently, creating little stories in her head about him; her favorite being one about him being a child prodigy, like Mozart, but instead of being into music, he’d be into maths. 

She watched him, on and off, for the past three months and each time he was looking down engrossed in his book, flipping through it at a godly speed, y/n was certain he was just looking at the pictures to keep himself occupied, for what she didn't know. Every day she watched him walk in, with a smile on her face, waiting for him to come up to the counter and place an order, but when he walked in, he’d make an immediate beeline to the table in the back, never once coming up to the counter. 

He’d walked in today, with a thick book in one hand, as he always had, and y/n had been thoroughly overjoyed when she caught a glimpse of the title, Schizophrenia Genesis. it was a book that y/n had picked up for some light reading and she had thoroughly enjoyed it. She watched as he took his place at the booth in the back corner and flipped to a page he was presumably reading before and once again began flipping through it. He was such an intriguing creature and y/n … the day she would talk to him. She decided it was going to be today.

“Hey,��� Jayne came up behind y/n, lightly touching her on her shoulder. She jumped and turned around, looking at her colleague who simply grinned at her. 

“Andrew and I were thinking of taking our break now seeing as it's not too busy,” she said, pointing at Andrew who was standing in the door frame behind her holding two cups of coffee, “Do you want to join?”

“Yeah.” y/n nodded, “but I'm going to take it on my own if that's alright,” she continued, sending an apologetic smile towards her colleague, taking her apron off and placing it on the counter behind her, quickly washing her hands and drying it using napkins. Jayne smiled, nodding, making her way past Andrew and to the break room. 

Y/n walked up to Andrew, who was still waiting at the door with a cup for her and took the cup from him, throwing a quick smile at him and mumbling a “thank you” before sauntering over to the boy she had been fascinated by, making sure to take a handful of sugar packets as she passed the condiments station.

“I really enjoyed that book. Are you sure you're even reading that?” she questioned the boy, sliding into the seat opposite him and placing down the cup of coffee in front of him, alongside the sugar packets.

The boy looked up at her and his face fell flat as he pushed his fringe back and tucked it behind his ear, his voice came out small and defensive, “of course, I'm reading it.”

Y/n nodded her head slowly, “of course you are,” she responded with a smile, pushing the coffee cup towards him.

He stared at her, his face expressionless if not for the slight raise of an eyebrow, “I can - er - read at 20,000 words per minute.”  he stated, his eyes glancing down at the cup Y/n had ushed in front of him.

“Americano, it's on the house,” she said eventually, “You’ve been here an hour just reading and haven't ordered anything, you must be really interested in schizophrenia,” she joked. “ and 20,000 words, wow. Genius boy” she continued, her eyes widening at his comment, a small smile still playing on her lips.

The boy looked at her, “thank you.” 

Y/n nodded at him as she watched him reach for the cup, grabbing it and taking a small swing of it, grimacing.

She slide over the many sugar packets she took and watched him pour all but one into the cup, using the straw to mix them in. He took a sip again and nodded approving at his sugar-filled drink. 

“Would you like me to get some more coffee to add to your sugar?” she joked, giggling. She found the boy amusing. He couldn't be much older than her yet it seemed he was bewitched by a book - which now lay closed on the table -  that was classed as a graduate-level read. 

He laughed with her but stopped as Y/n gasped, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes widened. 

“I didn't even introduce myself, my name is y/n,” she started, outstretching her hands towards him, “but Y/n/n is fine, that's what everyone else calls me.” the smile that was present when she first sat in front of him, found its way back onto her face.

The boy simply stared at her hand and nodded, “I'm Spencer.”

Y/n put her hand back down and nodded her head,

Spencer nodded his head, awkwardly, taking a sip of his coffee before looking back down at his book and continuing to read. 

She watched him for a few minutes, before looking up at the clock on the wall and gasping. Y/n slid out of the booth, pushing herself to her feet, “my breaks nearly over, we can do this again… if you want to that is…” she trailed off, apologetically.

“Okay.” he replied simply, giving her a quick glance before returning his attention to the book of which he was half way through. 

Y/n nodded her head before taking her apron off the counter she had left it on and putting it on, taking her place behind the counter, which seemed to be incredibly good timing, as a customer had just walked in.   

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it had quickly become a daily occurrence. Spencer would walk in - with a different book - every day, and sit in that exact booth (as he always did) and she would make him a coffee and sit with him during her breaks. Keeping each other company as they made small talk, usually updating each other about their day so far. As Spencer became more comfortable with her, he would ramble on about statistics and facts about what she had been telling him about, and she loved it, listening intently every time.

A week turned into a month and a month tuned into an entire year and the two quickly became friends, despite barely even knowing the basics about each other.

This day was as normal as any other day, Y/n had assumed, until she had watched Spencer bite his lip and fiddle with the corner of the page he was reading, taking glances up at her every once in a while, as she stood at the counter. 

She kept her eyes on the clock and as soon as her break time was displayed on it, she pulled her apron off - throwing an apologetic look towards the customer who had just shown up, and hollering for Jayne for came quickly and took y/n’s place at the counter - placing it on the chair in the back room, and practically running towards spencers booth, taking a seat parallel to him. 

Y/n leaned back in the seat and watched the way he pushed back his long brown hair that fell in front of his face, before looking up at her and smiling - she of course reciprocated that smile. 

“Have you ever thought about cutting your hair? Just a bit shorter, of course, just to keep it out of your face… you know, since you keep pushing it back and it might just be eas-”

“i haven’t actually,” he stated, cutting her rambling short, the smile still resting on his lips.

She smiled back at him, mumbling a little sorry, which he shook his head at.

“I’m- er - I’ve been recruited to join the FBI,” he mumbled quickly, “and er- I'm leaving in a month's time,” He looked at her sheepishly.

She looked at him incredulously, “The FBI? Why? Aren't you a little too young? I mean, you have 3 PhDs, don't you want to do something else?” 

Spencer closed his book before sitting up straight and shrugging, “um- well- yes. I’m only 22 and I got offered a position with the behavioral analysis unit, so I er- thought why not. Maths and statistics and such things don't feel complex enough, so I think it’ll be a challenge, you know, Dissecting the human brain… in a philosophical sense”

She nodded along, “So you’ll be moving to Virginia then, I'm guessing”

“They're sorting out an apartment for me in D.C, so I’ll just have to take the subway to Quantico. Or get a car.” He shrugged

“Oh.”

She looked at him, giving him a small smile. 

She didn't know how to feel. She felt happy for him at first, he was moving up in the world, and doing something she knew he was going to enjoy - Spencer liked puzzles and always complained to her how easy they were - picking apart the human brain and finding the unsub, such a job seemed to be right up his lane and she was truly happy for him. At the same time, she felt hurt, he was the only real friend she had. He was going to be so far from her. She wouldn't get to see him every day. She wouldn't see his smile when she complimented him on his outfits, or the slight roll of his eyes when she teased him about actually being able to read the book he brought in. She wouldn't see him for who knows how long, and she wasn't ready for this change. She wasn’t ready to lose the one person she could call a friend, not yet anyway but she would tell he was happy - no matter how nervous he was - and excited and so she didn't want to burst his bubble. 

Y/n smiled at him, wide, and tried to convince herself that she was happy for him. 

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The next week, Spencer showed up at his usual time, the same book from the day before clutched in his hand, and took a seat at his usual spot. 

Y/n sighed as she watched him. She was going to miss this - being able to look over at the corner and see her friend was something that made her smile. The simple thought that she had a friend despite having to live in secrecy made her smile. And so when she saw him simply place the book on the table and not even open it as he looked up at her, she left her place at the counter and slid into the seat opposite him, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him before he left. 

Spencer smiled at her not saying a word as he took in her appearance, printing this image of her into his mind, knowing he possibly wouldn't get to see 

it was also when y/n l/n decided, she didn't have to live like a recluse to fulfill her duties. She too was allowed to have a little bit of happiness, and as she shook Spencer Reid’s hand, she knew; he was going to be her happiness. And as she watched his eyes crinkle, and the corners of his mouth turn upwards, she decided; She would leave this life and she too would try to be his happiness. 

She didn't know what came over her when the words fell out of her mouth.

“Let me come with you.”

Spencer stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say, “I- er- What?”

“I know it's kind of weird, scratch that, it's incredibly weird, but you're like my only friend and I know we won't be able to talk when you were gone. Actually, we’re not even meant to be talking no-” she started rambling, and was very thankful when he cut her off. 

“I couldn't possibly ask that of you.”

Y/n exhaled thankfully when she realised he didn't pick up on what she had blurted out at the end, thanking her lucky stars silently.

“You're not asking me, I'm asking you. If you let me, I want to come with you.”

Spencer stared at her, his face expressionless, “I don't even know what to say…”

“I promise I won't be a burden. I’ll get a job..” she started, she was thinking about putting her degree in medicine to good use, “and I’ll help finance everything… I promise.” she was begging at this point, sounding so desperate, even though she was shocked with herself.

Taking a drink of his coffee, which was cold at this point, Spencer sat deep in thought for a few minutes, y/n staring at him expectantly. 

Slowing nodded his head he started, “Okay, I guess you can come with…”

Y/n didn't know what came over her as she leaned over the table pulling Spencer into a hug, whispering thank you’s into his ear as he stood awkwardly, having been pulled up forcefully, keeping his hands to the side, clutching his coffee cup not wanting any to spill.

Y/n let go of him when she realised what she was doing and awkwardly dusted off his shoulders, patting his arm twice before muttering a “thank you” and “text me the details of when we leave” before walking into the staff breakroom, trying to come up with discrete ways you could hand in your resignation.

To say she was excited was an understatement. She couldn't wait to leave the uneventful Las Vegas and go somewhere new, no matter how much she liked the predictability of her every day, and she couldn't wait to start a new life in Washington D.C. with her best friend.  

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #cm fanfic #cm fic

[anteaterisland]

My GW2 Toons

These are my GW2 characters. From Left to right they are, Old Man Blep the Asura Engineer. Marrow Antoinette the Charr Guardian. Catalytic Curfuffle the Asura Elementalist. Sansa Eirsdottir the Norn Ranger. Chlora Phylia the Sylvari Mesmer. Mouse The Pleasant the Human Mesmer. Grenth Boy the Human Necromancer. And Kiotvi Wildblood the Norn Thief.

Details beneath the cut.

These two ladies are The Commanders. They are Badasses. They are dating. They are in for a long ride. I am a new player, who has only just leveled them to 80.

Chlora Phylia the Sylvari Mesmer, was my first creation. She's still zero year's old. She has a passion for cartography, cooking, shapeshifting alchemy and Hylek. She lives in Sparkfly Fen and is a member of the priory. Trahearne asked her to be the Commander of the Pact and she was too touched by sentiment to say no, even though she is a terrible leader with social anxiety. Once indoctrinated by the nightmare court, she escaped their influence and stole a verdant puppy. But their corruption lingers in her heart.

Sansa "Stormwalker" Eirsdottir the Norn Ranger is the founder of the Pact. She's eight and a half feet tall and hyper competent. The daughter of Eir Stegalkin, she was raised by her Father. She worked as a messenger runner in her youth, and thunderstorms never delayed her, earning her title of Stormwalker. She killed Zhaitan, and works as the Commanders Right Hand. Chlora is endlessly grateful for her support.

These two are The Twins. Catalytic Curfuffle the Asura Elementalist, is a young Asura with learning disabilities. ADD and Dyscalculia to name a few. She tried very hard to be a good Asura and learn advanced mathematics and Robotics in school but from a young age she showed no talent, no genius. She would throw explosive temper tantrums. She became an elementalist and joined the Vigil, and fights her battles with raw firepower, literally.

Her adoptive sister, Marrow Antoinette the Charr Guardian, was found as a Kitten and adopted by an Asura couple with a newborn as a questionably ethical experimental test subject into the question of Nature versus Nurture. She is everything her sister isn't: quiet, clever, polite, and proud. She can build any Golem you need and program it twice as fast. She powders and pomades her hair very tall as a symbol of her refinement. Her parents couldn't be prouder of her, as a daughter or a test subject. It's a shame all their theories about nurture prevailing are disproved by their other daughter...

These two are Team Rocket. (to me.)

Grenth Boy's legal name is REDACTED, sloppily, by him. A young man, who disowned himself from his noble father upon reaching his majority. Big Fan of Wolfgang Lacrymohs. A necromancer who has devoted his life to Grenth. He’s optimistic and naive. He is a grief counselor and loves nothing more than to give the last rights, and reassure people that they will be welcomed by Grenth. This is not always reassuring.

Mouse The Pleasant was a human Foundling, her family history is completely lost. An orphan and whispers lightbringer, an accomplished mesmer and con-artist, has successfully infiltrated the aristocracy of Divinity’s Reach. An absolute sweetheart who no one would suspect of being a conniving witch.

These two are new, and as such, their lore is still under construction.

Old Man Blep is an Asura Engineer. He is the Twins Father. He works in construction maintenance in Rata Sum.

Kiotvi Wildblood is a Norn Theif. He is a hunter of the wild, and wields a shortbow.

#gw2 #my stuff #my toons #Marrow Antoinette #Catalytic Curfuffle #Sansa Eirsdottir #Mouse The Pleasant #Kiotvi Wildblood #Old Man Blep #Grenth Boy #Chlora Phylia

[aspd-culture]

Is it aspd culture to feel absolutely nothing after achieving conventionally significant goals? Just finished a huge university project and successfully completed the year, but i feel nothing. No relief, no sense of accomplishment, nothing.It was the same when I got a job and started earning good money. It’s just… nothing. It’s the same for every important milestone, it’s like I’m not accessing that part of the brain. It’s not a sad emptiness or anything like that, it’s just… ok, done, moving on.

It can be, yes. The reward system in ASPD is usually skewed away from things that are classically important to society such as jobs, graduations, etc. To many prosocials, much of the reward comes from people being proud of them and them feeling as though they have done something good for both themselves and their loved ones, as well as feeling closer to stability and happiness.

Firstly, pwASPD are less likely to have people they value the opinion of congratulating us for these things and we may even feel condescended against if they do - almost as though the congratulations means they thought we couldn't do it. Therefore, a major part of the reward is not there for us.

Secondly, we often don't believe in stability and happiness, therefore the largest parts of why this kind of achievement matters (the ability to support yourself and not have to worry and be able to be stable and happy because of that) is fake in our minds. We weren't exposed to any amount of stability and true happiness, so why would we expect anything is going to change that?

Thirdly, even if we believe things like schooling getting us a good job, pwASPD may be more likely to be disinterested in that idea at all - instead viewing the idea of a good job as a lie capitalism tells us to get us to follow the designated life path that was made up. We are sometimes much more sensitive to how much of the world is simply made up rules no different than a toddler making up a pretend game, except that you can't stop playing. That feeling can make achievements harder to feel good about as well.

#cw depressing #tw depressing stuff #tw depressing thoughts #aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome

[noonmutter]

Rebuild

DWC May 2023 Day 6-7: Gleaming/Hurt, Lover/Aftermath

Military dress was never going to be comfortable for the eldest living Ambroce. Standing in front of a crowd, even if it was in a courtroom--a packed one, and most of them not frothing at the mouth for his execution, which was a nice change of pace--with gleaming medals and shining embroidery in his sleeves and his name in a little patch on his breast felt unnatural.

Don't fidget with it, Ambroce. You're in front of more brass than you've ever seen in your life, and you don't fidget in front of this much brass.

Somewhere in the seats behind him were people he actually knew, the ones that had survived the ordeal of being on his side. Alynore Forrester, now Knight-Commander of the Crusade, and Dolraan Sa'naan, Crusader-Lord (gods, clergy were terrible at titles, it was so painfully redundant) of the same, had done everything in their considerable power to keep him out of a noose. It came as no shock to him that nobody had successfully made them regret that, not even him.

"Private Ambroce, you came to the Argent Crusade as a prisoner, a traitor to your people and all nations under the Alliance banner. You were slated for execution, and by all accounts, even you accepted this as just. However, the late Deacon Albrecht did not. He claimed to see great potential in you, and requested clemency. By weight of his reputation, you received it: your life and a sealed record in exchange for military service, if you could find an outfit that would take you.

"In spite of all odds, you and the Deacon did it. The reports coming from your COs--many of which I am told were adamantly against this deal to begin with--described a man driven to prove his worth as a man, and possessed of such unwavering loyalty that he nearly landed himself back in prison for the sake of others’ reputations. The now-Knight-Commander Forrester spoke particularly highly of you, in spite of the good-intentioned idiocy of that last incident, and so did Crusader-Lord Sa'naan."

Deacon Albrecht. The name sent a pang of grief through him that he fought to push down. He couldn't afford to focus on that now, not again, not here. The first man to show anything but disdain for a traitorous bastard slated to die, and the first one to suffer for it. If he'd failed anyone, Terry felt most powerfully that he'd failed him. He hadn't been there to save him, only heard about his murder after the fact. But he refused to dwell on that failure, out of respect for the firebrand that the Deacon had been.

"In fact, Private Ambroce, it was actually difficult for me to find reports of your service that were negative. Plenty about your personality--abrasive, defiant, coarse, et cetera--but not your service. In that regard, all parties agreed: for all your faults, you are a man of honor. The only dissenting opinions on this matter came from parties who are now in our tender, loving custody for their part in your service's unlawful extension. This of course means their statements are worth, approximately, dogshit."

The blunt phrasing got a startled snort out of him, but he was far from the only one, the eruption lost in the sound of murmurs and chuckling in the seats behind him. Sergeant Rutherford had deserved the beating he'd gotten, the beating that Terry had incited. Order an Ambroce to kill a child, no matter what kind, and just see where that got you. There was no regret to be found there; even if he'd been shot for it, he would've died proud.

The amusement on his face died as his mind wandered to Diggs. His best friend, the man he'd trusted to watch out for his little brother all those years ago in Gilneas, turned against him so completely that Shedwyn had nearly been killed on their doorstep just to send him a message. Terry thought Declan Diggs had died along with everyone else in the collapse of Duskhaven, and Diggs had been convinced Terry had just forgotten about him. And that was all it took. Diggs didn't seem to understand why Terry hadn't forgiven him once everything had come to light.

And all of it spearheaded by Smits. Fuckin' Smythe fuckin' Mathers, of all people. Another close friend, slighted that one man had the audacity not to be able to find him in the aftermath of a continental collapse. They'd spent their childhoods causing trouble and pissing off the watch together, but how dare Terry, just as confused and lost and broken as everyone else with the added bonus of being enslaved by the Forsaken, not be able to find him. How dare Terry be the one to give up. Smits had lost the plot somewhere and replaced it with a new one, where he got his hands on a cushy records job and used it to keep Terry enlisted until he killed himself or got killed.

There'd been no forgiveness asked for or given, there. Smits had been lucky to walk away from that confrontation in the first place. The only reason he'd lived to be imprisoned was because Terry needed him alive to clear his own name. Even then, it'd been horribly close. If Terry hadn't stopped her, Shedwyn was ready to vaporize him and capture his soul in a bottle.

He wasn't totally sure she wasn't still gonna do it after this whole stupid affair played out. His wee wife was a lot less capable of moving on than he was, and Caythaes... Terry couldn't tell if Caythaes was trying to stop her or enabling her, sometimes. Wierd little elf.

“We return, at last, to the heart of the matter. Your initial contract of service was fulfilled, by all accounts, but it was not recorded thusly. We now know this was intentionally done by traitors within our own midst, but the harm that was done to you in the meantime—and the total lack of help you received in resolving it—cannot be undone. Nor can it be overstated. The Alliance failed you, Private Ambroce, and it is a dark mark that the Alliance as a whole will bear forever. For whatever the word of an officer is still worth to you, I give you my solemn oath that this will be the first and last time that happens. I am a soldier, and I lack the words to properly convey the depths of my sorrow for what we have done to you, but I think I can pick up that slack with words that you have long deserved to hear."

Hang on, what? Terry actually started listening to the general on the bench. He'd checked out almost the second he'd read the mustachioed man's name--Rutherford--and gone cold all over. That the ratfaced sergeant he'd revolted against had a relative with stars on his shoulder had explained an awful lot.

"Most men in your situation--conscripted illegally and with no one willing to listen or able to assist--would have fled. Barring that, they would have done the bare minimum required of them at all times. You? You represented the best of yourself, the best of men, the best of the Alliance. You saved lives that would have been lost without anyone able to count them. You protected those you were ordered to slaughter. You made a goddamn legend of yourself, Lighthound. And you did it without demands, expectations, or orders. You did it because all you wanted was to go home to a family that could still respect you.

"Those who served alongside you would have committed war crimes for you. At least one of them tried."

And that would be Barton. Lucky dumbass. His battle buddy had taken multiple beatings on his behalf, and pulled his ass out of a dozen fires, only to nearly end up torched himself.

"If I had the ability, I'd be pushing for a bloody knighthood. But that's not my jurisdiction, and based on all these reports, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't accept it."

The chattering grew loud and intense enough for the presiding officer to bang the gavel and call to order. The speaker was ordered to continue, but warned to maintain decorum, and the general's mustache crinkled with his grin as he cleared his throat.

"With that in mind...The Grand Army of the Alliance, by the authority, signatures, and seals of Regent Lord Turalyon, Captain Kalor Sirensong, and General Bradley Rutherford, declares Private Second Class Terrence Samuel Ambroce to be a soldier in good standing, and his prior debts to the Grand Army of the Alliance to be settled in full. This matter is now closed, and is beyond contestation."

What.

"As a soldier in good standing, and having shown exemplary courage, resilience, and loyalty, the Grand Army of the Alliance grants Private Second Class Terrence Samuel Ambroce the rank of Sergeant, with all rights, classifications, and benefits afforded."

Oh. His heart sank. They'd done this to him a dozen times before. Good job soldier, here's another chevron, get back to work. Going home? Ha, no, you're too valuable for that, go clean up. They thought it was funny.

"Finally… On this day, the Grand Army of the Alliance discharges Sergeant Terrence Samuel Ambroce with full military honors."

The general smiled at the stunned silence from the man who had, up till that moment, looked like he was just receiving another set of marching orders. Now, bless the lad, he looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and given the way the poor sod had been through every wringer imaginable at the same time, it'd probably be both.

General Rutherford had burst out laughing when the first report had reached him. His little shithead nephew had finally mouthed off to the wrong grunt, eh? Good! Bet he pissed himself, the embarrassing little coward, wouldn't know good soldiering if it broke his nose, hah. And then he'd started doing some reading about the man that'd tried in vain to teach the jackass some manners. Gods above, below, and sideways, General Rutherford would've killed for a nephew like this Ambroce boy.

But he didn't have the luxury of trading family members, so he tapped into his inner Fun Uncle as he stepped down from the bench and crossed the aisle to clap a hand on Ambroce's immobile shoulder.

"Go home, soldier. You've earned it."

The general knew better than to stick around--he'd already seen that little purple freight train of a wife barreling toward Ambroce with little regard for pesky obstacles like people. He exchanged a few pleasantries with the Crusader-Lord and Knight Commander on their way past one another, and excused himself to deal with Misters Diggs and Mathers. Their trials were going to be a very different sort of satisfying.

--

Terry wanted to argue that he didn't need a promotion, that he didn't want a better pension. That he was a Silver Dragoon, not a soldier; there was a difference, by damn. But nobody could hear him, because he couldn't bring himself to speak. He felt Shedwyn all but collide into him, doing her best to squeeze him in half, while Dolraan and Alynore kept a respectful distance and waited their turns to either give their own congratulations, or help drag him to the infirmary.

The man finally broke when he found Graeme and Toby looking up at him. His little boys, whose lives he'd missed so much of.

That he'd never have to miss again. That nothing could ever make him miss again.

It was impossible to actually do it, but Terry tried his best to hide in his wife's mass of hair so nobody could see him cry.

( @daily-writing-challenge @shedwyn @red-alynore @sirdolraan @mekandawn )

#my writing #and so arrives terry #dwc #the light in lordaeron #I FINALLY FINISHED ONE

[pukanavis]

Plum Blossoms and Snowflakes | Plum Blossom 3

Time: After school, a few days later

Shinobu: May the day's Ninja Club activities begin!

Mayoi: I’ll do my best today, Chief…♪

Shinobu: Today, we will focus on practising stealth. Stealth is essential in exercising the way of the ninja, so it was one of the first things I taught you when you initially joined the club….

However, your skills will deteriorate if you fail to continue honing them, so it’s crucial that we regularly review our abilities to avoid losing a feel for them.

We’ll begin with a small test of skill. Please go from one end of the hallway to the other!

Mayoi: As you wish.

Sneak sneak sneak…♪

Shinobu: Woah, your movements are incredibly light!

I can’t hear your footsteps at all, even when I strain my ears. If my eyes were closed, I wouldn’t have a clue you were there.

Mayoi: Fufufu. It’s all thanks to your attentive teaching ♪

Shinobu: You’re far too humble, Mayoi-dono~.

Your eagerness to learn is an indispensable quality for a ninja to have! As the head of the Ninja Club, you’ve made me proud.

Now, I have a new task for you, Mayoi-dono.

There’s a treasure hidden in an empty classroom that I want you to find! 

Mayoi: A treasure hunt? I thought we were practising stealth?

Shinobu: This isn’t just a regular treasure hunt, you see. 

Follow the directions laid out on this map and use the skills of a ninja to navigate towards the designated room without being spotted by anyone.

If you’re able to successfully make it to the goal, you will be victorious! You’ll even get to keep the treasure at the end!

Mayoi: I see. The hide-and-seek element has made it a touch more difficult, but the promise of a prize at the end has made me even more eager to win.

You truly are incredible, Chief! I’ll hold on to the sincerity you’ve shown me and try to complete this in record time ♪

Shinobu: I'm glad to hear it. The challenge will begin once the minute hand points to 12 o’clock.

While you're still here, Mayoi-dono, I couldn't help but notice how happy you seem today~. Has something good happened?

Mayoi: Ufufu, thinking about how much longer I’ll be able to stay with you just puts me in a wonderful mood…♪

Shinobu: Um, I’m not sure what you mean?

Mayoi: The truth is, I’m falling behind and may have to repeat the year.

But even if I were able to graduate, it would mean leaving you in solitude again. I couldn’t bear to put you through such isolation.

So I’ve decided that I’ll repeat the yearーfor the Ninja Club.

Shinobu: You’re repeating…? Huh? You mean we’ll be in the same grade?

Mayoi: Yes, we will be. Aah, to be in the same grade as you…if luck is on my side, we might even be in the same class.

I’ll be able to legally stare at you during lessons. Fufufufufu ♪

Let us continue to follow the way of the ninja together, Chief…♪

Oh, the minute hand has reached twelve. I should be on my way then.

Shinobu: …

…Hah!? I was so dumbstruck that my brain stopped working.

He’s repeating a year for me…?

I don’t want that at all, Mayoi-dono…

Location: Radio recording booth Time: A few hours later

Hiiro: “---Alright, let’s read our last letter of the day. Aira, can you take this one?” 

Aira: “Sure thing. This comes from listener ‘ALKALOID Addict’ !” 

“Hello, ALKALOID! I’m a high school student in my third year preparing for graduation.” 

“I love going to high school and the time I’ve spent with my friends is something I treasure like nothing else.”

“But once I graduate, we’ll all go our separate ways. We spend everyday together so the foreignness of the idea scares me a little.”

“I’m excited to be entering a new environment but I’ll be so lonely without my friends.”

“If you’d be so kind, please give me some advice in the lead up to graduation!”

“—Advice for someone graduating, huh?”

Hiiro: “Aren’t Mayoi-senpai and Tatsumi-senpai both graduating this year too? Congratulations, you two!”

Mayoi: “Oh, uhm…t-thank you.”

Hiiro: “Huh? Why’re you making such a grim face?”

Aira: “It’s probably hard to respond to something like that when you haven't actually graduated yet. Right, you two?”

Mayoi: “Y-Yes, that’s right. I’m still attending school at the moment…”

Tatsumi: “Similar to ‘ALKALOID Addict’, the reality hasn’t set in for me either. Howeverー”

Mayoi: (...Ah, thank goodness, Tatsumi-san is taking lead of the conversation.)

(That’s the reliability you’d expect from someone with an advice radio show…♪)  

(I still haven't addressed that problem either. I completely forgot to tell them that I’m repeating the year.)

(Now’s not the time to bring it up. The program is about to end, so I can’t derail the conversation.)

(I’ll tell them after the show.)

Tatsumi: “...Let’s treasure every day we have, lest we walk away with regrets.”

“That’s all the time we have for today. Mayoi-san, could you introduce our final song?”

Mayoi: “O-Of course. Thank you for listening to today’s show, everyone.”

“This is dedicated to ‘ALKALOID Addict’ and to everyone else who will be starting a new stage of life in the spring. Now playing “Tsubasa Moratorium” by ALKALOID—”

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#mayoi #shinobu #tatsumi #aira #hiiro

[lunaviviana]

y/n sat in the plush chair, looking out the window of the conference room. She was one of the few people inside the room, but it felt like the whole world was watching. She was the Captain for GIGN, the National Gendarmerie Intervention Group, the most important squad for France. The purpose of this meeting was to make a secret agreement between the three countries: the United Kingdom, the United States, and France. Out of the corner of her eye, y/n could see the President of the United States and France, shaking hands and signing the agreement.

She knew that this was a monumental moment in history. Her job was to protect her country, and this agreement could potentially ensure France's safety for many years to come. She was proud of the work she and her team had done, and even more proud of the trust the two countries had placed in her and GIGN.

The agreement was for France to help the United Kingdom out of a dangerous situation by sending a specialist from GIGN. This specialist would be chosen by y/n and her team, and they had already chosen the best possible candidate who possessed the skills and knowledge needed to help the UK. The specialist was an experienced and highly trained soldier who had achieved numerous successes in the past.

The agreement also included a clause that would protect the identity of the specialist and ensure that no one outside of the two governments would know. This was necessary, as any enemy of the two countries could try to use the specialist for their own gain. The specialist's identity had to be kept a secret, and so far it had been successful.

y/n's heart raced as she thought of the possible repercussions of the agreement. She knew that if something went wrong, it would be her fault. She had chosen the specialist, and she would be responsible for anything that happened if things didn't go according to plan.

The agreement had been signed and the room was now silent. y/n took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. She wanted to make sure that the specialist was as prepared as possible before they were deployed. She mustered up her courage and stepped forward. "I would like to speak, if I may," she said. The two presidents nodded in agreement, and Luna continued. "I understand that this agreement is of great importance to both countries. I believe that it is essential that the specialist we have chosen is as prepared as possible for the mission. I have already made sure that they have all the necessary skills and knowledge needed to succeed, but I believe that they should also be briefed on the situation in the UK as well as the possible dangers they may face during the mission." The presidents agreed with y/n, and they began to discuss the details of the briefing and what the specialist needed to know. Soon enough, the briefing was complete and the agreement was finalized.

y/n had done her part, and now it was up to her team and the specialist to ensure that France and the United Kingdom were safe. She was relieved that the agreement had been made and that the specialist had been chosen.

The responsibility was now in their hands, and y/n hoped that they would be successful. She knew that this agreement could potentially mean the difference between success and failure for the two countries, and she was determined to do everything in her power to ensure that success.

she rose from her seat and made her way out of the conference room. Her mind was racing with all that needed to be done now that the agreement had been finalized. She headed towards her office, where she could focus on the task at hand. As she walked, she couldn't help but think of the specialist who had been chosen.

She knew the specialist well - he was one of her most trusted and skilled soldiers, and she trusted him to complete the mission successfully. However, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of worry. She knew that the specialist would be facing great danger, and that things could go wrong. She made a mental note to check in with the specialist before he left for the UK, to make sure he was ready for what lay ahead.

Once she reached her office, y/n sat down at her desk and began to prepare. She pulled up all the information she had on the situation in the UK, and began to pore over it. she had heard rumors that the SAS, Special Air Service from the British Army and Military had formed a new Task Force, TASK FORCE 141. While she was intrigued by this information, y/n was also concerned. What mission did they have planned? Why had they formed this unit? She didn't know what to think - this news could be good or bad.

A heavy sigh escaped her throat as she read the classified information given by Commander Misty hand, after a tense conversation with the President of France. Although she had expected it to be bad news, the reality was much more devastating than she had imagined. Part of her wanted to ignore it, but another part of her knew that she needed to face the truth. And she want to know who was in charged of this new Task Force that called itself 141. She need to know.

#modern warfare ii #stories #cod fanfic #captain price

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

Writer's end-of-year roundup, 2022! 🎉🎆

Despite the myriad hardships of the year for me - losing my old beagle, fighting doctors, a completely stupid amount of grief/loss, migraines and disability oh my! - it's actually been an amazingly productive and inspired year? I'm very proud! I completed the second draft of my first-ever longfic, which needs another round of editing or two before it's ready to be published, and I've discovered I LOVE editing. More than I love writing, actually????? Lots of people talk about the Dreaded Editing but for me, it was vastly easier than writing the first draft was LOL. I also did what I thought I would never do, which is create another Shepard, Morrigan Vesta, and I actually wrote mostly about her during NaNoWriMo this year. I'm finally getting the hang of how to give characters unique voices (or portray a canon character's voice accurately, which is something I used to be extremely hung up on). I can honestly say I've made a lot of progress both as a person and as a writer this year, and I'm finally starting to find my joy in writing again. Very exciting!

Taking a page out of @pikapeppa 's book in how to format this year's data- I love seeing your charts every year!! My own chart ended up being quite a bit messier, but that's probably because of how I tweaked it to fit my fics. I apologize deeply if the image quality gets butchered, I am not wise in the ways of battling Tumblr's nonsense

(HEY GUESS WHO FORGOT A FIC......the one I forgot is Marevera's Dream, which is a Wayfarer post-Ep 1 pre-Ep 2 WIP, and it clocks in at 1,174 words, making my actual total 60,486!!!!!)

*I forgot to note that In this darkness, on my own is a followup to A New and Dark Horizon.

60K........DUDE!!! I haven't written that much since junior high/I got my depression diagnosis in like 2016, so this is. Big!

New things I tried: For starters, I paced myself during NaNo instead of forcing myself to write every day like I did during NaNo 2020. And WOW was that a night-and-day difference! In 2020, I wrote about 20k and burned myself out so bad I couldn't write for another 6-8 months. This year, I wrote about 30k, and only sat down to write about half the days, successfully dodging burnout. I think that's a valuable lesson for me in what works for me, how to balance my desire to write with what I'm actually capable of that day, and how to work with my disability without letting it limit me.

I also wrote in first person for the first time in maaaaaany years, and while it's not as comfy as third person, it wasn't bad, and it was a good way to explore the different strengths of POVs.

And since my laptop had a fatal encounter with a cup of coffee last spring (RIP little buddy), I've gotten very comfy writing on my phone, which I had previously only done for Across the Sea and Part 1 & Part 3 of broken body built anew because I was bored/inspired during a long car ride LOL.

Fic I spent the most time on: Going Over Jordan, easy. I originally wrote it during NaNo 2020, then re-wrote it at some point during 2021 (time is a weird soup so I don't remember). And then I rewrote it AGAIN this year, edited the crap out of it, printed it, and will edit it again sometime in 2023. It's a fic that exists purely because I am at times a spiteful little goblin, and I had Opinions about the MEA main mission Hunting the Archon, i.e. I didn't agree with how Bioware wrote the companions' responses to Ryder's temporary death, and my Ryder is also an anxious neurodivergent wreck like myself, so I wanted to write how that mission would have actually gone with Brynja as Pathfinder. I wanted to highlight the relationships Brynja has with her friends (particularly Jaal), and I also just wanted her take on the mission in general, because it's not the same as what's in-game. I mean....a lot of people die gruesome deaths in that mission and you see the aftermath, you see the gutted and maimed corpses. There's a lot of horror inherent to what Bioware wrote for that mission, but they glossed over it big time. I wanted to fix that.

I'd like to have someone beta read it, but Andromeda is a niche market as it were, and I've never had anyone beta my work before, so that's honestly the biggest reason it's not published yet. It would benefit greatly from beta reading I think, but uh. I don't know how to make that happen. I'm gonna publish the dang thing in 2023 or 2024 at the latest, though, even if it kills me DGKLJDHLG.

Fic I spent the least time on: I can't say for certain, but it's probably the microfics. Those took only a couple hours. Aside from those, not counting WIPs, it'd most likely be Across the Sea, which I wrote on my phone while sitting on the kitchen floor.

Favorite thing I wrote: ALMOST ALL OF THEM. In all seriousness though, there are a few that have a special place in my heart, and the most important one is Across the Sea. I'd been wanting to explore how Marian processes/copes with Thane's death pretty much since the day I created her, but I never got around to putting any of it on paper until the time came for me to say goodbye to my dog, a 17yo beagle named Maggie we adopted in 2019, last February.

It was an absolutely hellish series of events just in those few days alone: I had a sleep study done which gave me the worst migraine of my life, I threw up in a random parking lot, went home and tried to sleep the migraine off, and was woken up a few hours later to my mom sitting on my bed and saying, quietly, "Maggie's dying". My migraine quit mattering at that point. I sat with her on the couch for hours, held her paw, petted her softly. My parents took turns sitting with her in the living room overnight.

Ultimately, she was just suffering so much for so long we had to take her to the vet. It was a weekend, so it was going to be hours before they opened. Maggie got up and stumbled to the kitchen, and she laid down in front of the door to the garage, and I just...sat with her. There was nothing I could do to help or save her, so I kept her company in her last hours. In the midst of moving and the uncertainty surrounding my health, my new disabilities, traumatizing doctor appointment after traumatizing doctor appointment, I was having to say goodbye to the greatest light and joy of my life a mere 6 months after we lost the dog we've had since I was 3 years old (a shih tzu named Reggie, who wore the pride of his breed like a royal mantle and never stopped carrying himself like a king, even when he didn't recognize us anymore).

Maybe it's silly to compare the loss of a dog to the loss of a lover, but...things just clicked in my brain. I wrote Across the Sea for and about Thane and Marian, yes, but it was for me and my beagle, too, in equal measure. Thane was terminally ill but even so he died quite unexpectedly (THANKS KAI LENG), and the same was true of Maggie. So it was....maybe it's a silly thought, but it was a vent piece. I understood my grief through the lens of Marian's, since hers was so much easier to tackle than my own in its huge overwhelming weight. I'm a very private person with big emotions, and my grief was - and is - a very personal thing. Something I needed to keep close to my chest, hidden, at the time. To write Marian's grief as I waited with Maggie for the inevitable, it was like I had a companion, a friend sitting with me in that grief. I understood Marian much better then.

So perhaps mechanically speaking, Across the Sea isn't my best piece (I'm honestly not certain where it ranks quality-wise), but it is....the writing equivalent of those pendants that carry your loved one's ashes, for me. And it's done quite well on AO3. Knowing that people have enjoyed this piece that is so precious to me and comes from a place of such deep sorrow...there is no greater honor I could ask for, I think. It's a fitting tribute to a character and franchise I love, that's gotten me through many hard times, and to the beagle that made the horrors of life worth living.

(Aside from that, my other favorites are broken body built anew (first trilogy piece), Going Over Jordan (first longfic), In this darkness on my own, Farewell to Arms, Des profondeurs dans la nuit, and the ME3 early game Morrilenko duology Never Enough/In the shadow of your heart.)

Favorite thing I read: Imma be real with you chief, I have.....not read much. Not as far as books go, anyway. But I've sure read some amazing fic and interactive fiction games!!

I reread a bunch of stuff, partly to examine the technical strengths of my fave writers and stories, and partly because hey, they're my favorite stories!! Off the top of my head, the pieces I reread were: Flotsam, Ain't Sentimental, and Loose Ends by @asaara-writes; Sorrow and Resistance by @/myrini; and while I didn't get the chance to reread/finish these like I'd hoped, A Lesson in Drowning by @theherocomplex, Where the Winds of Fortune Take Me and Lovers in a Dangerous Time by pikapeppa are bookmarked both on AO3 and in my brain for the same reasons as the shorter pieces

everything @coldshrugs has written in the past year or two. Both as a writer and as a reader, shorter form fiction is more accessible to my migraine-addled brain (I love reading long stuff but it's often migraine trigger T^T) and Azia's a MASTER of short fiction???? So much punch packed into such concise words!! Incredible clarity and emotional depth!!!! There are many writers on this site that I admire and respect greatly, and Azia is one of them

My favorite IF this year is 100% Wayfarer (@/idrellegames). I haven't been able to focus on it as much as I'd have liked, but the COMPLEXITY the DEPTH. I'm in awe of it and Idrelle. The scope of the project is so massive and the intrigue and depth of the story and characters is incredible to see, Idrelle is a one-person-army of a writer. It'd be easy to think that Wayfarer is made by a team, but nope! It's all the genius and dedication of Idrelle. Having followed Wayfarer from the beginning, the only words I can describe it is awe-inspiring

My writing goals are going in a separate post because this is about 19 times longer than I meant it to be DHFLJKDSLKJHG. If you've read this far, thank you so much!!!!!!! I know it probably got a little more personal and a little bit sadder than you were expecting, so thanks for sticking with me- and I don't blame you an ounce if you skim-read this or skipped some sections. It's a lot of words!

Happy New Year, everyone!! You guys make Tumblr great, and without the people I've met through this site, I would've missed out on not only tons of awesome media, but all y'all super cool folks and your blorbos!!! Keep on creating, everybody. Your stories, your art, your headcanons and metas and dumb jokes, you bring light into my life, and the lives of others. I want you to know that your works bring comfort and happiness to the life of one lost and drifting young woman...and I want to thank you for it, sincerely. I know for a fact I'm not the only person whose life is made better by your presence. The fact that we haven't met in-person doesn't lessen your impact by an ounce.

#rogue writes #writing roundup #tw animal death #yeah a lot of my titles are just random lyrics but hey i'm a very musical person lol

[mostlyinthemorning]

That story said "This woman just successfully defended her Masters thesis and I couldn't be more proud of her. This study, which sought to teach family members of youth experiencing emotion disregulation the skill of validation in a single virtual session while on the wait list for more comprehensive programs, has taken several years and an immense amount of tenacity and heart to complete. Through every roadblock, and there were way too many, her passion and drive to positively effect the lives of people struggling with mental wellness persevered. There were easier ways to get a Masters degree, but this study will significantly contribute to the research on this topic, and will give families practical skills and strategies to navigate some very difficult and nuanced challenges. Her thesis committee required no revisions (unheard of) and have nominated her for a prestigious award. To me, she deserves a Raptors championship parade. It kills me not to be with you today Clare, but I'm so damn proud of you, of the work you do and of the person you are. An expert in your field, a true Master." (June 23 2021)

Perfect. Thanks, anon!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

5-4-3-2-1 Fic Retrospective + Resolutions!

Thank you so much @baddieladdie for tagging me!! <3 If y'all haven't checked out their writing here (and on A03), I highly recommend it! They're awesome! 😊

I'm kinda late to responding to this, so I won't tag anyone specific, but if you wanna do it yourself, by all means! And feel free to say I tagged you 😁

Post the following: 

top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written in 2022! 

My responses are below the line! Thanks again for tagging me, this was super fun!!

Top 5 Works I'm Proud of:

Pt.2 of FO4 Companions React to Sole being Tortured

Completing Kinktober On Time (I was specifically proud of The King's, Joshua's, Charon's, and Harkness' prompts here.)

The FO4 Companions' Versions of the Hi Honey Tape

Pt. 1 of FONV Companions' First Kiss with Six

Pt. 1 of FO4 Pregnancy Reveal Prompt

Top 4 WIPs:

Pt. 2 of the FO4 Pregnancy Reveal Prompt

Pt. 2 of FONV First Kisses

FO3 Fluffy Flirting Prompt

Crushing Companions Part 7

Top 3 Improvements:

Being able to (moderately) successfully write smut lol

Being able to write on a schedule (kinktober), and write faster without overthinking as much.

Posting on my A03 in addition to Tumblr.

Top 2 Resolutions:

To establish a more consistent writing schedule to help me avoid burnout and balance my time better. (We're not off to a great start here, but I'm working on it 😅)

Work on writing angst and becoming more comfortable with conflict in my writing. (I love writing comfort/fluff, but I want to expand a bit more to cover all my bases.)

Favorite Line Written:

Okay, this was a tough call, and I couldn't fathom searching through everything I've written this year to determine the true and proper favorite line of mine, so I just went with the last one I remember reading over and thinking, 'who wrote this? Me?!' Lol.

"His fingers trailed over the delicate fabric draping off the straps of her bra as they blazed a trail down to the lacey cups. Their touch was a whisper of praise in the softest voice, reverent and respectful, but exploring. Like a gentle tide lapping at a moonlit shoreline, prodding before receding, politely but relentlessly asking to cover more ground. --  If his fingers were singing praises, his eyes were shouting them from the rooftops, belting like an opera singer in an amphitheater." -- From The King's Kinktober entry (linked above)

Or, this banger, just cuz it felt like a mic drop moment to me for Nick the sassbot.

“Look at that.” Nick heard himself say as he cocked the gun loudly from his place beside the madman. 

“Sooner. Than. You. Think.” He leaned close to Pickman as he pulled the trigger, not taking his eyes from the man until he saw the light leave them, until he fell to the ground, and into a dramatic splatter of his own carnal paint. 

'Call it artistic justice, I suppose.'" -- From Pt. of the Torture Prompt (linked above) 

#writing wrap up #2022 review #2022 in review #writing review #fallout #fallout fanfic #fanfic authors #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout companions

[imariejoyce]

The time when I set boundaries…

I was raised in a typical Asian household, specifically in the conventional family structure commonly found in The Philippines. My mother assumes the role of a homemaker, while my father works as an Overseas Filipino Worker.

In the Philippines, it's typical for individuals from lower or middle-class backgrounds to have a parent employed abroad, or in more challenging situations, to be raised by their grandparents due to both parents working overseas.

My dad began working overseas when I was in primary school, specifically during my sixth-grade year when I was eleven. Initially, I didn't perceive it as a significant change for our family until I witnessed my mom in tears upon realizing that my father's departure was just days away. Initially, I thought it might be akin to his previous work assignments that required him to be away for a week in a distant location, staying in barracks. However, it turned out to be different. His initial contract as a welder in Japan spanned three years, with only a few weeks available for vacations each year. The days without him seemed interminable, and witnessing my younger siblings grow up without a paternal influence was far from an ideal situation. I observed my mom facing challenges in disciplining them and striving to be sufficient for our family of three children.

As time went on, I grew accustomed to our situation. However, it took a while for me to adapt and not be affected when we had family day at school. I realized that we were one of those families that didn't belong to the privileged ones. It saddened me that our family couldn't be complete for a school family day because my father had to make sacrifices for us. This realization prompted me to think about my future family, and I told myself that I didn't want to have a similar setup. This became a strong motivation for me to study harder, believing that if I did, our lives would improve – a sentiment echoed by many older individuals trying to instill such aspirations in their children.

Fast forward... I finished schools. I was able to land to a nice job that gives me a salary which is more than enough to support myself and my family. As I progress, it was already inscribed in my psyche that parents sent us to school and supported us when we weren't able, and in return it is our obligation to pay it back to them...and that being said...I did my very best to provide and give them a better life while I am still working abroad... I wouldn't lie, it is satisfying... it feels good knowing that I never fail my parents, my family, and that they are proud on what I am achieving not only for me but also for them.

During my initial five years as a System Engineer, I successfully attained all the objectives I had outlined for the well-being of my family. I directed my efforts towards real estate investments and various financial ventures to ensure a stable financial foundation. This strategic approach was intended to provide ongoing support in case of unforeseen circumstances. Additionally, I took the initiative to construct an apartment building, generating monthly income for my family, and established a small store to involve everyone in contributing to the business. I am so ebullient in supporting my family.

I had set a personal goal that by the time I turned thirty, I would begin prioritizing myself. As someone actively planning her life and adhering to a timeline, I realized the importance of communicating this to my family. I informed them that I had reached a point where self-prioritization was necessary, and the usual support would need to be adjusted. Emphasizing the need for mutual support, I stressed that it shouldn't just be me and my father striving for our individual goals. My love for my family is determined, but I felt the need to make a change. Initially, things were going smoothly as I reduced a percentage of my monthly support. While some may argue it's not my obligation to support them, my belief is that family remains family. Those who have experienced relying solely on each other during challenging times will truly comprehend the significance of this decision.

One day, I reached my limit. It happened early in the morning on a weekend while I was still in bed. I received a call from my family asking for financial assistance for a potential business venture. Despite our recent agreement just days before and my focus on building my own path, I couldn't help but feel both annoyed and disappointed. It marked a turning point for me, making me realize that I wasn't truly helping them but enabling their reliance on me. I saw that I had become someone who was tolerating them rather than empowering them to bring out their best. The consequences of this realization didn't surprise me—they had backfired on me.

One of the main reasons why I also decided to move to another country is to break the cycle in our family. My goal is to change the conventional expectations parents have for their children, particularly in the majority of Filipino family dynamics. I aim to challenge the notion that children are akin to investments made during their youth, expected to provide financial support to the family once they become capable.

I share a deep connection with my family, but at one point, I intentionally created some distance. It was a challenging period for me, going days, weeks, and even months without talking to them. However, I believed it was crucial to establish boundaries. This decision wasn't solely for my benefit; I wanted them to understand that mutual support is essential in our relationships. It's a two-way street where everyone should contribute, recognizing that competence doesn't mean we can endlessly meet expectations without respecting our limitations and priorities.

This experience proved to be beneficial for us, leading to numerous insights for both me and my entire family. It imparted valuable lessons, particularly in establishing boundaries for ourselves overall. We have since overcome the challenges, and I am eternally thankful for having a family that is receptive to change, open-minded enough to engage in discussions, and willing to listen to one another when necessary. It underscores the significance of addressing and resolving issues through time, a thoughtful approach to tackling subjects, and a thorough understanding of each other.

#for keeps #family #quotes #experience #home & lifestyle #culture #heritage #the philippines #OFW

[candymeowz]

OM!Brothers When You Indulge In Their Sin:

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Tw: Mentions Of Violence In Catan's

General?

You were bloody proud of yourself.

Schoolwork? Done. Chores? Finished and you even cleaned extra. That one project you've been postponing since you never found a time where you're both inspired and free to do it? Completed and it turned out amazing.

Not perfect. But it might as well damn be close to it.

So safe to say, you're feeling proud of yourself!

And apparently, your pride must've shown on your face, if Lucifer's... unnatural, for lack of better term, actions were anything to go by.

Since when does Lucifer openly pat you on your head?

And with such a gentle smile??

"You seem happy, Mc," he said, as he patted your head. You looked at him with faux disgust, wondering who the hell's in front of you right now. There is no way this is Lucifer.

"Well, considering I've been doing amazing things lately, it'd be weird if I wasn't, don't you think?" you replied, your head held high despite your previous thoughts. His actions are fueling your pride and you know your indulging in it.

And, well, that seems to have done something to him because his smile got... wider? Somehow? And you don't think you're mistaken if you were to say you're seeing shadows of his demon form arising.

"Uhh, you alright?" You asked, when he kept patting your head with a blissful look on his face before he snapped back to reality.

"Ah, my apologies," he said, fixing your messed up hair. And with that, he left, with no explanation whatsoever. Well, you're not going to let him ruin your good mood! And off you went to do whatever it is you planned for the day.

Little do you know, now that he has a taste of the euphoria he's capable of feeling when the human he made a pact with indulge in his sin, he's planning ways to corrupt you even more.

You want more- need more. Wealth, items, posessions.

You weren't sure why, but what you have is never enough. Yes, you already have a few black pens at home, ready to be used for school, but you don't have that specific feathery pen displayed at the bookshop over there!

And no, you technically don't need new clothes since you have enough to last you for the year, but those at the store's windows look absolutely gorgeous. You're not sure if you'll even wear it, but you know you want it- need it.

Well, there goes all your saved up money for the past few months.

And Mammon who became a witness to your shopping spree looked strangely happy.

Like, strangely happy.

"How about this one?" Mammon asked, holding up a casual shirt, and you tried hard to avert your gaze. You weren't sure why, but the past few days, you've been unable to control your urges and bought everything that caught your eyes.

"No, Mammon," you replied, shutting them when he dangled the item in front of you. You couldn't see it, you're sure the second you do, you'd buy it in an instant.

"C'mon! I told ya I'd pay for it this time. Anythin' ya want! The Great Mammon's bein' generous today!"

Why is he so insistent on tempting you with these new materialistic things on the one day you've decided to save money? It's better to control yourself now then regret it later. Honestly, with the way it's going, you'd say he's trying to tempt you to indulge in your greed.

Oh, wait, he's a demon.

And did he say he'd pay for it?

You peeked one eye open, and damn does Mammon have good taste. The shirt was exactly the type of clothing you'd wear! And it's design is exactly to your liking. And-

"So?" He grinned successfully when your eyes shone. "You want it?"

You hesitated. His smirk looked both infuriating and kissable that day.

"...You'll pay for it?" You grabbed the shirt, feeling it's material and inspecting it's stitches.

"Yep!"

Well, what's wrong with buying it when he's the one who offered?

"Anything I want?"

"Like i said, the Great Mammon's generous today!"

"I'll make you regret your decision," you said, immediately going around the store and taking everything that caught your eyes, greedy for everything and more.

And Mammon? He has the largest smile on his face, watching as you take everything that catches your fancy as he basks in the euphoria only his pact owner can bring him.

You were envious. Absolutely envious.

How is it fair this newbie pulled the character you want in their first ten pull when you haven't gotten them in your two hundredth?

It's not!

And they dare complain about them not being the character they want?

Talk about rubbing salt in your wound.

That's how Leviathan found you -when he wanted to invite you to watch a new anime series- seething in your room and glaring at your phone who refuses to let your character come home.

He instantly felt your mood, an unexplainable pleasure filling his every veins.

Is this what the lower demons meant when they say they like making pacts with humans who indulge in their sin?

"You understand me, right?" You ranted about the unfairness of the gambling game you're playing, frustrated to no end.

"That's so unfair!" Leviathan nodded, doing nothing to help you feel better about yourself. He understands your pain, he does, but seeing you become so envious feeds a certain part of his soul.

He's enjoying this pleasure way too much to remember why his sin is considered a sin in the first place.

"I knew I wasn't the only one!" You continued ranting, pointing out every single faults of the game. "I should've gotten the card! This person won't even use it!"

"You're so right. You would've appreciated the card more than them." Leviathan hyped you up, holding back a smile to mask the euphoria he feels at seeing you so envious.

As you continue feeding into your envy, eventually spending more money to get this card you want but couldn't get by using the resources you've grinded for over the past 4 months, Leviathan invited you to play other games of similar nature, if only to see you indulge in his sin once more.

It's natural, afterall, for a demon to want to corrupt humans. Especially when they're their pact masters.

Anger wasn't a feeling you're foreign of.

But usually, you're able to stomp down those feelings before it goes out of hand, or well, at least keep your emotions to yourself.

But you're currently irritated, walking home with Satan as he tactfully avoided starting any conversation during your horrible mood. Morning's been a disaster with you waking up late due to a certain avatar of sloth who didn't want to let you go, which causes his twin to eat your portion of the food.

And while you'd typically be able to forgive them, it doesn't mean immediately.

At school? Well, you forgot your homework on your desk at home, resulting in a public lecture by your teacher. And it was only during lunch that you'd realize someone stole your money.

So that's why Mammon had more money than usual.

Alright, four incidents. Not that bad, right? You can still stay patient, right?

Wrong.

Of course, it was when you were on your walk back home with Satan, barely holding yourself together that a demon rudely bumped into you, dare blaming you, for their actions.

This demon's asking for it.

And Satan was enjoying every second from the sidelines.

You didn't care to ask where the popcorn and 3D glasses came from when you're too busy picking a fight with the creature.

"You looking for a fight?!" the demon said, perhaps unaware of the avatar of wrath besides you as they puffed their chest out with a glare. Your last conscious snapped, and seething in rage, you were consumed by an uncontrollable wrath.

And with that, you squared a punch right in their gut, taking out your anger on the passerby.

Some might say you're blowing this out of proportions, and on a normal day, you'd agree! But now? The demon was the one who dared looked down at you, all 'high and mighty'.

It made your blood boil.

And Satan, who originally planned to take care of the demon himself, couldn't help but feel his wrath being replaced by a pleasurable sensation the second he saw you snap. Or more accurately, sensed your wrath overwhelm you.

He really shouldn't feel such joy when you're so mad, but he's a demon, and his pact owner's indulging themselves in his sin. And honestly, seeing you get violent with this random demon does something to him.

Don't mind him when he starts taking note of what makes you tick. He won't do anything that'll make you mad! Not him, at least.

Your stomach is already full, but you're not sure when you'll be able to eat the delicious meal in front of you again, seeing how it's exclusively sold in this one restaurant where it takes years if not decades to make a single reservation.

And it was by luck that Beel happened to book a table some time before he met you, with the reservation conveniently nearing as he already grew to love you.

Of course he invited you to this once in a human lifetime opportunity!

So could anyone really blame you when you kept stuffing your mouth full even when your stomach couldn't take anymore?

And it's not like Beelzebub is stopping you either...

He was even sharing his portion of the meals!

You took another bite of the slice of heaven on your plate, getting sleepy from being so full. There's still a lot of food on your plate, and it wasn't like you'll ever be able to try this ever again in your life.

Yet out of the corner of your eye, you see Beelzebub piling even more on top of your still full plate, an amount equivalent to three portions of your average meal.

Your stomach rumbled, and, perhaps you shouldn't eat anymore-

"Do you like this?" Beelzebub asked, an innocently sweet smile on his face as he watched you eat your meal, casually piling more food onto your plate with each bite you took. He was content just doing that, barely taking any bites for himself.

Not that you noticed, when you're so stuffed, and most of your energy are focused on your stomach's processing the food.

Seeing you slowed down as time passes by, Beelzebub took the liberty of feeding you, taking your utensils in his own and hovering the food in front of your lips, prompting you to take a bite with a look of expectancy.

"Here," he said.

You eyed the food warily. You really, really should stop eating.

Yet his gaze burnt holes into your head, and one look into his hopeful eyes and you- you just can't say no to his face.

You took the bite, and he let out a hum of approval, the next spoonful easily making it's way to your lips once more.

Just- just one more.

All your basic necessities as a human -food, shelter, and clothes- are covered during your time in Devildom.

Which might've caused you to become too comfortable in the House of Lamentation, thus how you ended up sleeping in, yet again, on a school day, uncaring of the potential consequences of your actions.

Your showers had also become less frequent as you started to neglect yourself, your laziness consuming your daily life.

And of course, one Avatar of Sloth didn't fail to notice the life choices you've made as of late.

Not that he's complaining, now that he's got a 24 hour cuddle buddy.

You stared at the ceiling.

You probably should get started on your schoolwork. And perhaps your chores around the house as well, lest you want to go through another 3 hours lecture from Lucifer...

But the bed is so comfortable.

And Belphegor wasn't exactly helping your case.

"Belphie?" You called the demon clinging to your side, his grip tight around you.

He hummed a response, eyes shut tight as he basks in your presence.

"I've got schoolwork to do," you said, making a poor attempt at escaping his hold. He wouldn't let you.

"No."

"Come on, Belphie."

"Just five-" he yawned. "Five more minutes."

You glanced at the clock, and five more minutes wouldn't hurt you too bad, right?

"Fine, just five," you replied, as if you're unhappy with the predicament you're getting yourself into and ignoring the consequences you knew would come as a result of your choices.

Belphegor does seem to agree with your choices as well, if his wide smile was anything to go by.

He loves it when you're lazy.

A/N: HOW DO YOU WRITE DEMONS BEING DEMONS??? I wanted to make it more dark and do some world-building and lore, but my creative juices ain't in stock. And technically I'm still on my hiatus, but I wanna feel productive and feel good 'bout myself 😌

Pretty sure 've read another person's fic with the same concept that may or may not have inspired me to write my own version, but I can't remember where I've read it so... Been months plus my memory ain't the best. I'll link it if I find it! Didn't write Momo's 'cause I'm uncomfortable talkin' 'bout that topic...

Taglist: @yukihaie @satanist-apparently

Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed these~ Feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

Edit: Momo-chan's written by @sparkbeast20 here!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me swd #obey me fics #obey me hcs #meowz writes

[heyitsdoe]

666 Followers Milestone Event Scenario - Requested by @youtubequeens

Hello, my dear! Thank you for your order! I'll be honest, writing this one was a daunting challenge for me, since I am not too familiar with Kuzan's characterization...but I hope you enjoy the details I've chosen to write with, since you didn't include any in your request. &lt;3

WARNINGS: Bondage, Coworkers-With-Benefits, and...what's this? Ah yes...smut!

Had you been pressed what the best part of your job was 3 years ago, you would have said the impact your actions made towards a better, brighter future. Or something equally, unfortunately, cheesy and go-getter.

Simply being a Marine was seen as a great act of heroism, or bravery and all manner of other positive adjectives your mother would have attributed to it. Back in the days when her approval mattered at all, you would have smiled, the longer that list might be.

Back when you were bursting at the seams with ambition and a sickeningly righteous and blind sense of justice, you had put your all into successfully completing given missions, meeting and surpassing expectations, the whole nine yards. Extra duties on top of your typical work load made rising through the ranks fast and easy. Recognition was plentiful and appreciated with a proud smile.

And eventually after all that hard work--and an injury that took you out of direct field work--having been selected to work at Marine Headquarters under the direct order of one of the Admirals was a true honor, an opportunity, and a duty you didn't squander. Many would kill to be in your shoes. You'd say it was the greatest honor of your life, to be among the elite of the world's most esteemed and high-ranking Marines.

Now...you knew better.

With an armful of files and the expectation that most wouldn't be addressed by the end of the day, you walked the hall past the Admirals' offices. Not many were here, few having access to these more luxurious halls of the HQ building. Your steps were noisy as you passed by doorways, the faces of many former admirals lining the hallways, gazing sternly down from their drawn portraits.

Sakazuki's doorway was open for once, but you made sure you didn't glance inside as you walked by. It would only make the rest of your day a headache if you somehow made eye contact. Or, heaven forbid, he try asking you to do something for him.

He had his own damn secretary. His orders weren't your problem. Nor related to your paycheck.

Thankfully, his office was silent as you stepped past. As usual, Borsalino's door was closed, and Kuzan's remained open at the end of the hallway. You made a beeline for said door, wondering if your boss was in for the day yet.

You stepped past the threshold, took in the sight of the large, empty desk against the wall, and let out a sigh. So much for getting these mission briefings signed and filed on time. It was one of Kuzan's 'extra lazy' days, it seemed.

You didn't blame him, though. Sakazuki had royally pissed both you and your boss off the day before with his dissatisfaction at the filing you'd organized for Fleet Admiral Sengoku. Who cared if they were alphabetical or not? Damn...

It had taken a lot of alcohol and some sleeping medication to get rid of the headache he'd caused you that afternoon. You couldn't recall disliking the Red Dog until you'd started working under the lazy Admiral. Hmm. Perhaps Kuzan was rubbing off on you more than you realized. And, in more than one way. Ahem...

You had a...strange relationship with your boss. One you preferred not to label.

With the files that would no doubt now be late, you sat in your smaller desk across the way from his own, setting them aside and seeing the large pile of new, pressing papers that now needed your attention. It was a never-ending cycle of paperwork. You let out another sigh and get to work.

While your chipper attitude and blind optimism had faded since taking the job in Marine HQ, your efficiency and experience had only grown. Where your boss was sometimes prone to missing details, your attention to them made up for it. This was one of the prime reason Sengoku had assigned you to be Kuzan's secretary in the first place.

The papers on your desk would take hours to get through, but that was fine. It would simply keep you busy until your boss arrived for the day--whenever that might be--and make the time fly by all in one. A win-win all around.

You worked, steadily and quietly. One by one, mission briefs and other memos that required your signature or a cursory glance over to add to a calendar were placed into your completed pile, to be filed away later in case you needed to reference them in the future.

So caught up in the many papers on your to-do list, you don't immediately realize Kuzan had arrived. He's a quiet guy to begin with. It isn't until he clears his throat when he approaches your desk that you notice he's there.

"Oh, I didn't realize you had arrived, sir."

"Are these for me?" He asked, setting his hand on the stack of files the Vice Admirals had given to you that morning.

"Yes. Sengoku would like them on his desk by the end of the day."

Kuzan let out a long sigh, expression impassive as usual. "So many..."

"Well, you might've had them done by now if you'd gotten here sooner." You say in a light tone, eyes glancing at the clock on the wall. You weren't surprised to see him many hours late. Wow, it was already lunch time.

"Hmm. Someone's feisty today." He remarked without inflection, taking the stack of files and proceeding to his own desk, his back to you until he sits down in his chair.

"Still feeling yesterday's residual headache, I suppose." You say, closing the file you'd just finished and setting it in the stack of finished ones. You stand from your desk and stretch, rolling your neck out after hours of sitting in one place. "I think I'll take my lunch while you work on those."

"I just get here, and you're already leaving me to work on these by myself?" One unfamiliar with Kuzan might think he was genuinely annoyed, but you had worked with him long enough to know he was making a joke.

You slide him an amused smile, giving an apathetic shrug. "Sorry, boss. I can only believe that you slept through your alarm so many times."

"Hmm..."

"I'll be back soon." You promise, organizing your stack of papers before heading out the door again. You hear his remark of farewell before stepping back through the hallway, growling stomach hastening your steps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you return to your desk, you aren't surprised in the least to see Kuzan missing. He was a busy man, and duty called at the most inopportune times. He hadn't even gotten through a third of the files you'd given to him earlier. Ah, what a shame...

You groan as you ease yourself back into your chair, hand already reaching for the files to continue working, when a small pink slip sitting atop them catches your eye. With more care than you're willing to admit, you pick up the little sheet and bring it closer to read.

'Note of Disciplinary Action' 'Violation: Insubordination' 'Corrective Measures: Report to Admiral Kuzan at 1800 hours'

Ah. You hadn't expected this from him today. Kuzan didn't frequently use your code for meet-ups, and when he did it was after a particularly stressful day or in celebration of something big. Well...you supposed after a day like the one you'd both had yesterday, the Admiral was looking to let off a little steam. Made sense.

Glancing towards the door, as if expecting the very man to come through it right then and there, you slip the piece of paper into your pocket. The rest of the day would be a slog, but, you supposed afterwards would be worth the wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You're surprised how loose the ropes were tonight. Usually, Kuzan made sure they were extra secure, especially in preparation for rough or particularly advanced sessions. But the silk fibers tying your arms behind your back and your legs in a forced-bent position were snug yet soft on your exposed skin. Was he in the mood for something different tonight?

Even the way he prepares you was...more sensual. Slow, and steady. You're so used to seeing his lazy demeanor at work, sure, but when you met up together after hours you saw only the restrained beast that you let Kuzan unleash on your body in a multitude of ways. The man was insatiable, passionate, and stern with you in the most lustful of ways. If you hadn't known better, you'd assume he was like this all the time.

But now, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the gentle caress of his cold fingers down your inner thigh, drifting ever closer to your throbbing core before switching directions at the last moment. It was infuriating, but you could tell he didn't mean it on purpose. When Kuzan wanted to tease you, he made sure it was blatantly clear.

He seemed...preoccupied. If it were all possible from the way he was staring at you with such intense concentration.

"Something on your mind?" You venture to ask, causing him to blink.

"No." He responds immediately.

"Come on...I know you better than that." You say, humming to yourself as his other hand circles the mounds of your chest with a ghost of a touch. "You're different tonight. More...thoughtful."

"..." At first he's quiet, eyes drifting over your skin with lazy purpose, enjoying the sight of you bare and vulnerable for him. He was equally undressed, cock stood at attention just inches from the place you needed him most, but he made no move to take you the moment you were even slightly wet and ready.

"You never initiate, Y/N." He finally says, and it takes you several moments to realize what he meant. "Why?"

"I...don't know." You say, squirming as his touch began to gain pressure. His hand cups your sex, two fingers slipping inside as you struggle to find the right words to his question. He wasn't making this any easier... "I guess...I just haven't felt the need to. Mmmm...."

"You've been stressed lately. It's easy to see. We agreed to help each other when work becomes too much, and yet I don't see your notes on my desk." He continued, expression thoughtful and even concerned as he slowly, gently fingered you. "If you want to stop our arrangement-"

"I don't." You interrupt, a bit more harshly than you intend. Your nails dug into the skin of your arms behind your back, hips lifting a little to have his fingers plunge deeper into your cunt. It just...felt so good, and he's just started, too. "I don't want to stop, it's...it's...ohhh....~!"

Your body tenses as a particularly powerful wave of pleasure crashes through you. Not an orgasm, but your nerves are on high alert, ready to cascade that tidal wave over you as soon as Kuzan gets serious about things. For now, you're left to writhe under his touch, useless to stop him or press him for a faster pace.

"Am I doing something to stop you from asking?"

"No, I'm-" Your thought process comes to a halt as he pulls back and introduces a third finger into your entrance, providing a much more filling feeling that stretches you in a way that has your toes curling. Your head rolls to the side, lifting your hips again. It was maddening, the fact that he would go no faster. You want so badly to touch him... "K-Kuzan..."

"Or maybe something I've said?" He mused, half to himself. Blessedly, something in his autopilot picked up the pace of his fingers, and you whimper around the extra friction.

Your breathing comes out faster. Panting, begging breaths escape you, chest rising and falling rapidly, as you feel that twinge of a fast-approaching orgasm. You can't believe you're already here, and he doesn't even seem to be trying. How unfair. And in all of this, he keeps talking as if he isn't even paying attention!

"If I'm asking to meet too often, you can just tell me. I'll understand." He says.

"Kuzan!" You warn in a whine, hips thrusting upwards as fast as your bonds would allow, desperately seeking your orgasm.

"You know you can come to me with anything, right Y/N?"

"Kuzan~!" You shriek, the rest of whatever you were going to say cut off as your body tenses in molten pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum, you feel the Admiral's fingers pull out of you. He even has the audacity to make a noise of surprise, as if you reaching climax so soon was something he hadn't been anticipating. The bastard.

"Ah, I guess I should have been paying more attention. But...I wanted to help you relax after today. You looked so pensive and unhappy." He said, leaning over to peer at your in your blissed-out state. He flashes you his typical smirk of satisfaction. "You seem in a much better mood already, and we've only just started."

In your lust-addled state, you don't have time to respond. Instead, you moan aloud at the feeling of his thick member filling your body, sliding in with ease after your own juices have slicked your walls. He buries himself to the hilt, pushing you a few inches up the bed as he settles above you.

"Now, we need to talk about your insubordination, Y/N." He drawls lazily, eyes taking in the sight of you without subtlety. You shiver at the hunger in his gaze. "I think I know just how to teach you this lesson..."

The laziness from before is gone. Your breasts bounce in time to each of his hard and fast thrusts, and you're moaning with blissful abandon as he takes you as he pleases.

It's almost too much after having just cum. The nerves of your clit are snapping and sparking every time his cock brushes against it, but it's so good you can't help but want more. You're thankful his home is set so far away from the main HQ building because you're sure someone would hear your screams of pleasure otherwise.

His mouth on your neck, your shoulders, the tops of your breasts and everywhere else he can reach keeps you grounded as his hips piston into yours. His exerted grunts in your ears are erotic and sexy. The beast hidden away inside has come out to play, and you're nothing more than the toy to chew on. It was thrilling, exhilarating...you're already on the path straight to a second orgasm.

Perhaps teasing you for so long before has riled him up more than he lets on, because it's sooner than you expect before he's frantically fucking into you, seeking that peak of ecstasy as quickly as possible. You're thrown into the wave of pleasure seconds before he stills, spilling his hot seed deep in your cunt. The stillness is strange, the quiet comfortable.

He's slow with his aftercare, as usual. Cleaning you up and untying the silky ropes that bind you is a ritual you both always enjoy. Marks or rope burns are always eased with a tiny layer of his ice on your skin. Not enough to cause pain, but pleasant and cooling on the small wounds.

His lips are always quick to follow up.

You're always welcome to stay, if you're too tired to go back to your quarters on the opposite side of the HQ grounds, but you never do. That would be a boundary you had yet to find the courage to step over. You always wonder if the disappointment in his expression when you reject the offer is real or more for your benefit than anything. You never had found the voice to ask.

As you walk back to your home in the dark, you decide on one very trivial thing.

Kuzan was most definitely your favorite part of the job.

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two times four

summary

You were teasing Bakugou ALL during school today- you didn't think anything would come of it, but boy were you wrong. He's been waiting all day to punish the hell out of you. The moment he gets back from his afterschool training, you're DONE for.

female reader

both UA third years

content warning

overstim, spanking, cursing, anger, daddy kink, thigh riding, fisting, breeding

full fic by spice🥧

Bakugou burst into your dorm, catching you off guard. You looked up from your homework, confused.

"Don't look at me like that! You know EXACTLY how you were acting today."

"Oh- that, I was just messing around. Don't get your panties in a bunch over it." you giggled, knowing this would piss him off further.

"Bedroom. Now." he said.

Shit.

You fucked up.

Bakugou picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, and carried you down to your bedroom. He then threw you down on the bed. He sat on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms to the bed. He roughly kissed you, and then moved down to suck a hickey onto your neck, which drew a small moan from you.

He was marking what was his, after you paraded yourself around like a slut all day today.

"You like it when I mark you?"

"Y-Yes.. it feels so nice."

He reached around your back, finding the clasp of your bra, and undid it. He then took off his shirt and threw both of your shirts and your bra across the room.

He leaned down onto you and began to suck at one tit, his hand kneading the other. You moaned loudly and grabbed a fistful of his hair. After he had successfully marked one, he moved to the other.

"Oh- FUCK! DADDY!" you yelled.

"What did you call me?"

Your cheeks glowed a bright red, and you turned your head away from Bakugou's gaze, not meeting his eyes.

He got close to your ear and dropped his tone.

"Say it again for me."

"D-Daddy.."

"I didn't hear you." he said running his hand down your stomach, dangerously close to your jeans button.

You faced him, cheeks still red.

"Daddy!"

"That's more like it, princess."

Bakugou smiled and began to undo your jeans.

"Now, we get to your punishment."

"Punishment?

"Why yes, punishment." he said as he threw your jeans into the corner, his following them shortly after.

He ran a finger along the middle of your panties, causing you to moan in surprise.

"You're dripping for me and I haven't even taken your underwear off yet. Such a good girl for her daddy. But I haven't forgiven you for being a whore today. Ass up."

"Y-Yes sir." you said, flipping over.

"I'm gonna spank you for being so naughty. You have to count out loud though. If you don't count, we start over."

"O-Okay.." you closed your eyes as you felt one of Bakugou's calloused hands caress one of your ass cheeks, and relaxed a little, thinking he wouldn't go that hard.

Mistake.

Bakugou clapped down as hard as he could, drawing a scream from you.

Although it hurt, the pain mixed with pleasure. As the sting spread across your ass cheek, you heard a laugh.

"You didn't count, princess."

Shit- although... would being punished again really be so bad?

"Let's try again."

His hand came down with barely any warning.

"ONE!"

"TWO- NGH-"

"Louder, slut. Let the whole dorms know you're mine."

"THREE!!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!!"

"I think that's enough. Are you ready to be a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes daddy.."

"Good."

You flipped over again, ass red and bruised.

Bakugou ran two fingers along your soaked panties again, and pushed them aside to run his fingers along your slit.

"Ngh- p-please daddy- I need you."

"So needy.." Bakugou pulled the soaked panties off of you, tossing it with the other articles of clothing.

His mouth moved down to meet your aching clit, and began to suck gently.

That stimulation alone had you seeing stars.

"Oh- Oh god.. DADDY!"

You felt Bakugou smile against you, continuing to suck your needy clit like it was his last meal.

He ran two fingers along your folds, before lightly circling your opening.

You tried to move your hips to get her to put them in, but found Bakugou's free arm holding down your waist.

Bakugou came up for a second.

"Princess, you're so needy. Little slut. You have to wait. Daddy knows what's good for you."

"Y-Yes sir.."

Bakugou chuckled and dipped his head back down, returning to your slightly swollen clit.

You threw your head back in a moan, and then felt two fingers slide inside your dripping cunt.

"F-FUCK! DADDY!"

Bakugou pumped his fingers for a few seconds, dipping in and out. The only sounds that could be heard was the wet noises of your pussy and your moans.

Bakugou brushed lightly against that one sweet spot that sent waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

You felt that familiar pressure begin to coil in your lower stomach.

"D-Daddy I'm gonna-"

You were interrupted by Bakugou pulling his fingers out.

"N-No- daddy, please, let me cum.. I pr-omise I'll be a good girl tomorrow, I'm sorry.." you mumbled, attempting to rub your legs together to relieve some of the aching desire to be touched.

Bakugou slapped your inner thighs and pulled them wide open with ease, making sure your cunt was up in the air for everyone to see.

"Make me cum and I'll let you cum."

"Y-Yes sir."

You moved positions, you were now on the floor with Bakugou sitting on the bed. He let his erect cock spring free of his boxers.

You tenderly took it into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip.

"F-fuck."

You smiled softly at the validation from your master- the one who had complete control over you right then. You sucked his cock deeper into your throat, continuing to swirl your tongue in ways that had his eyes glazed over from pure pleasure.

"P-Princess-"

You then began to suck harder and faster, having Bakugou seeing white. You began to use your hands around the base of his cock, causing him to moan in pleasure.

"Y-Y/n, m'gonna c-cum-"

Bakugou threw his head back, practically yelling as the orgasm crashed over him in waves, the pleasure being intensified with every second. Hot white cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed it as it leaked out, not wasting a drop of his seed.

You continued to suck him off and lightly jerk the base of his cock through the orgasm, which sent another one crashing through his body, more cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed the last of it and looked up at him with complete need in your eyes.

After he caught his breath, he let you back up on the bed and sat in between your legs, holding them as far apart as they could go, making sure you couldn't relieve your need in any way. The cold air against your pussy made you shiver.

"You made me cum twice. That deserves a reward. But, I only told you to make me cum once. You see, daddy is very strict. So there will be a punishment for that. What's two times four?"

"E-Eight?"

"I'm going to make you cum eight times, princess. I don't care how bad it hurts- also, every time you touch me or cum without permission, I'm adding another."

"Y-Yes sir."

"Good." he said, cupping your dripping pussy.

He began to rub your aching clit again, harder with every shake of your legs. The stimulation of your clit alone was enough to make you cum- but you couldn't- not yet- not until Master says.

"Don't hold back your moans, dear. You're mine, be proud of it." he said, before dipping down to lap up your slick.

He popped up again.

"8 seconds. Count out loud. Then you can cum."

Then, he disappeared between your legs again, working his magic that had your legs shaking and your moans echoing through the dorms.

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three- ngh"

"Four."

"Five- oh fuck-"

"Six."

"Sev-"

But before you could get it out, that coil that had been building- the band that had been getting tighter and tighter for the hour you had been being edged- denied the right to cum, snapped as Bakugou hit that one damned spot that had your vision going spotty.

Bakugou was kind, and ate you out through the orgasm as your pussy fluttered hard around his tongue.

"Bad girl... then we're going nine times. And that didn't count."

"Y-Yes s-s-sir.." you said shakily, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were white.

"Come sit." Bakugou said, patting one of his thighs.

You obeyed and straddled his thigh, your slick cold and slimy against Bakugou's skin.

"You've made a mess, dear."

"I-I'm sorry daddy."

"It's quite alright, babydoll. Just means I'm doing well."

His hands ran down your body, eventually finding your hips and pushing your oversensitive pussy harder onto his thigh, which sent a shiver down your spine.

He began to move his thigh back and forth, pushing you down on it and forcing you to move the opposite way.

"Sh-shit daddy- I'm too sensitive- please-"

"Let me help you with this then. You can cum when you have to."

He moved his fingers down, feeling around for a second before finding your clit and rubbing on it some more.

"It hurts, daddy."

"Good. It should hurt."

"Ngh- I'm so close-"

That coil in you snapped again as Bakugou moved you roughly to his knee and forced you down on it.

"One down, eight more to go, babydoll."

"No- Please I'm so sensitive, sir."

"You wanted to cum right? You should be thanking me."

Before you could utter the words though, you felt something wrap around your throat, restricting your airflow as you were slammed back into the bed.

Bakugou began to roughly finger-fuck your sloppy cunt again, as you struggled for air.

"Cum for your daddy, princess."

He removed his hand from your throat. The stinging but relieving sensation of air entering your lungs again was enough to send you over the edge again, forcing out yet another powerful orgasm.

But Bakugou didn't stop. He slipped in a third finger, and began going faster.

"S-Sir! What are you doing?"

"What do you think princess? No cumming until my fist is inside of your tight little cunt."

"Y-Yes sir." you managed to get out as a fourth finger slipped in.

Before you could even get used to the fourth finger, a fifth was shoved inside, the pain being almost unbearable- but so amazing at the same time.

Bakugou's fist bottomed out inside you, hitting your walls and brushing over that sensitive spot (which was now aching and even more sensitive) far to quickly.

"It hurts!"

"I know- but you're so pretty like this. Squirming in pain, trying not to cum, just to please me. I can feel you holding back, you know."

It was true. The pain was making your vision go white- it was so good. You had been using all your strength to stop your oversensitive pussy from getting you punished.

"Cum, darling."

As soon as the words left his mouth, any resistance you had broke- your strength used. The most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced racked through you.

After squirting all over Bakugou's fist, you passed out for a minute.

"Six more- no sleeping yet."

"Y-Yes sir." you said foggily.

Bakugou smiled.

"I think you've earned my cock, don't you think?"

"D-Daddy no- please, I'm so sensitive and-"

While you were babbling, you didn't notice Bakugou lining up with your abused hole.

He snapped in, drawing a yell from you.

He began to thrust into you, giving you no time to get used to his length. He bottomed out, his thick cock brushing over your walls in a spectacular manner. Your legs wrapped around his back as you gripped the bedsheets as hard as you would muster.

"M'gonna breed this pretty little pussy- you'll be swollen with my children when I'm d-one with you." he stuttered out.

"I'm cumming inside. You don't have a choice."

Hot ropes of cum squirted against your cervix, making resisting your own release nearly impossible.

"Cum." he commanded

You came again, laying limp as it spread through your body, causing your legs to shake.

"Only a few more, love. From here, you have to yell what number we're on when you cum. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Get up." he commanded.

You obeyed, fearing punishment if you didn't comply.

"You've made a mess on me- clean me off while I finger fuck you as a punishment. You may only cum when I deem myself clean.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

You went into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and brought it back. You began to wipe Bakugou off, starting with his chin.

You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your body, beginning to fuck you roughly.

You cleaned Bakugou up shakily, using whatever little strength you had left to stand and try not to cum, as he pistoled his fingers deep inside of you with a cocky smirk on his face.

You finished wiping down Bakugou's cock- the last part you had to clean. But something unexpected happened- Bakugou pulled his fingers out and held his hand out.

"What? I said clean my whole body. That includes my hands. Then you may cum. I assume you can do it without anyone touching you since you're obviously so close. Go on, wipe off your mess, slut."

You wiped Bakugou's hands off, and stood there, unsure of what to do.

"No hands allowed. No rubbing thighs allowed. Just think. That's all you're allowed to do. You can't sit down until I see that pretty little pussy shaking with pleasure for me. Oh, no breaking eye contact either."

"Y-Yes sir."

You stood as still as you could muster, looking at Bakugou's sadistic gaze. You thought about cumming- focused on it, trying to feel it in your brain.

Think of your pussy flapping wildly, squirting your juices everywhe-

And it happened.

You felt that band snap, your knees turned to jello, and your vision clouded. Slick ran down your legs, dripping down onto the floor.

"FOUR!" you called out, indicating how many orgasms you had left.

You tried to stand upright, but as soon as the orgasm finished, you collapsed onto Bakugou.

Bakugou picked you up and placed you back down on the bed.

He opened your legs again, letting you sit for a minute so you could gather in a puddle of your own wetness.

"No fingering this time. You can only have clit stimulation."

He began to rub lightly on your clit, pushing your legs back as wide as they could go any time you tried to bring them in even a little.

The need to cum was urgent- tears pricked at your eyes from trying your damn hardest not to cum.

You had never been so sloppily wet, feeling so empty, and it was quite embarrassing. The embarrassment had you dripping even more- ready to be sent over the edge at Bakugou's will.

"Cum for me, darling."

You had never obeyed orders so fast.

"THREE!

The orgasm rocked you, causing a sob to be let out. You attempted to close your legs, but Bakugou had other plans and continued to hold your legs as far apart as they could go.

He ran his fingers down your center, getting up as much of your arousal as he could, and shoved two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck." he commanded.

You sucked your sweet juices off of his finger, waiting for his next commands.

"Touch yourself. No breaking eye contact."

"Yes sir."

You began to swirl your clit, moaning his name while looking into his eyes. He was stroking his cock, watching you finger yourself. This excited you and you slipped your fingers into your pussy. The slipperiness startled you as your fingers went up with ease, instantly finding your g-spot.

"C-Cum." Bakugou managed, as he released onto your stomach.

You snapped again, cumming around your fingers.

"TWO!"

You pulled your fingers out, a string of your wetness still attached.

"So disgusting. Dirty slut. Now suck it off your hand."

You sucked off your slick again, never once breaking eye contact with your master.

"I'm gonna breed your little pussy again, I'm gonna make your stomach swell with my cum, and you're gonna like it."

"Yes sir."

He thrust into you, the squelching sounds of two soaked bodies slapping together being the only sounds filling the room, other than your moans.

He positioned himself right up against your womb, cumming directly into it without a warning.

The sudden heat made you gasp, and you looked at him BEGGING him for a release.

"Cum."

"ONE!"

He thrusted into you through your orgasm- and just when you caught your breath again, he went even faster than he had been before.

"Last one. Make it good."

"Y-Yes sir!" you said

He smirked.

"Look at the outline of my cock in your stomach. I'm so deep, princess. You're being such a good slut for daddy."

"Thank you sir!" you moaned out.

"Cum now, princess."

"Y-yes sir!"

"ZERO!"

You shook with a raging force, squirting everywhere once more.

You almost instantly fell back, closing your eyes as cum leaked from your abused pussy.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Did i hurt you? Are you okay?"

"M'fine.. just tired... sore.."

"You must be so tired, but you took me so well. Let's get you a warm bath- that might help with the soreness." he said tenderly.

You two were in the bath, gingerly washing each other off.

You two finished washing up and he carried you out to your room, brushing your hair and slipping you into a fresh pair of panties and some PJ'S.

He looked around the room, seeing what a mess it was and how gross the bed was.

Yeah- no way in hell you could sleep there tonight.

He brought you to his room and slipped you into the bed with him, then cuddled up with you.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You aren't allowed to cover those hickeys at school tomorrow."

"Figured." you sighed, cuddling into him more.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Bakugou."

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[theroadtofairyland]

All the suicide stuff was really worrisome. I hope you’re doing better 💕

I'm sorry. I was getting dogpiled. It was overlapping with what is my greatest fears. It was terrifying being homeless. It took 7 months to find a person who'd rent to me. I'd been declined over and over for less expensive places because I didn't have credit. It's worse now.

During that time I was assaulted, sexally and physically, robbed and it is so awful often not knowing where you are going to sleep.

The two overlapping...I just thought whatever chance I might have had was ruined by trolls telling some of my loyal supporters that I was a scammer who'd taken advantage of them. It couldn't be further from the truth but the ease that people accepted lies as fact shattered me.

Worse still people who said they support me kept telling me I needed to get a job. As if I don't have one already and people who do have jobs always make enough. Aside from being insulting and condescending it seemed like they didn't understand what they were actually saying. Give up art. Because no I can't paint and work 40 hours in addition. I've tried and I didn't paint for 3 years. Moreover one was a person whose personal blog revealed that she wanted to make art but there was zero evidence that she in fact did make art.

The prospects for my future have been imperiled, it felt like the community that had once embraced me as a valued artist had completely turned on me and I just couldn't anymore. My mom is here so I was dizzy on benadryl.

I had to face the next day which I didn't want to.

Isn't the whole point of this kind of cyberbulling, doxxing in an intentionally misleading manner intended to drive the victim to despair and it was done successfully.

I have been going through hell these last 5 years and some asshole writing me into an antagonistic fan fiction robbed me of my own story. I'm proud that I made it through. I'll be proud if I can make it through this. I'm also incredibly proud of my work. I'm proud of learning to make my own paints. It's beyond bizarre women who identify as feminists would want to lie and dismantle my reputation when one would think supporting more women artists should be a cornerstone of feminism in the arts.