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I’ve been gone a hot minute but I wanna get back into writing for you all. Wanna have a feeler for what you guys want from me. Sooo vote away. Also will have a second one up to pick between smut and fluff so check it out here
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i am going to raise hell if my man doesn’t get the coriolanus snow treatment on this app. i am so serious.
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Live action Percy Jackson & The Olympians... Head cannons:
So its basically fannon that Hermes is Lin-Manuel Miranda? Now not all Hermes kid's hate their father, but they probably hate his musicals. Imagine the Apollo kids singing different musicals or songs written by Hermes/Lin, just to piss off the Hermes kids.
Like a Hermes kid looses a fight or just falls over and the nearest Apollo kid goes... "Look at my son..." Or a fight breaks out and if even for a second a Hermes kid is near an Apollo kid will back away hands up singing "I'm removing myself from the narrative.." OR two birds one stone and if an Athena and Hermes kid are near one another (Bonus point's if they are dating) an Apollo kid will sing "You've married an Icarus, he's flown to close to the sun" Just because it irritates both of them. Athena kids have a sensitive spot for Icarus.
I feel like demigods don't only have Dyslexia and ADHD I feel like Neurodivergence expands to other area's of the spectrum like Autism. They aren't wired for the human world right?
We know that kids of gods that have beef take it out on each other... I KNOW that the Hephaestus kids mess with the Ares cabin, setting traps and even jinx weapons. They are damn sure smart enough and they cannot prove that it was one of the Hephaestus kids, let alone which one...
this probably extends to Aphrodite cabin too.. Imagine Hephaestus kids sabotaging Aphrodite kids on dates with other campers or just generally being sarcastic.
BUT based on the fact Percy could sneak off in the middle of the night in Episode two, I bet the cabins that feud also meet up. Once a month or something, a couple of the kids who partook in that months shenanigans go somewhere like the beach or woods to 'keep the peace' and they just for a night, let go of their parents fights. Luke is the one who suggested this.
Luke keeps a journal, don't ask me where he keeps it. I know how risky it is for him considering that he's planning to betray his home and friends. But in his mind he is actually helping them, so not only does he keep a journal but he has code words for things like. "The holiday is coming up" for the summer solstice or something.
Luke obviously secretly hates his dad, and while he seems very disciplined and wouldn't let that hatred shine through at prayer time... despite his ability to pretend he's a loyal son, he always prays for Annabeth or Thalia. Sometimes his mum.
Clarisse cries in the shower, you don't get any privacy at camp, the woods have nymphs, so does the lake or river. And she is still a kid, a kid who has to be the big bad daughter of Ares. Even though its not all an act, she still has feelings and she can't express them with her siblings. So she cries in the shower.
Annabeth doesn't really have friends (I know this is kinda cannon) She's been at camp so long that people who join after her seem to assume she has her people, but her people is Luke. She gets along with a couple of her siblings. She very to the point and direct and it kinda push's people away. it's why her and Percy bounce off each other so well and it's plain as day in the second episode.
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"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️🌈
My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨
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Kinktober Day 2: Craving~ Jake Sully X reader one shot
Warnings: slight smut, fluff, just horny wonderfullness, chocking, slight dom/sun dynamic, slight brat reader? Multiple orgasms. Degradation, praise.
His breath was hot on my face, i barely noticed the heavy rise and fall of my chest. The only thing i could focus on was the blood rushing in my head, the heat creeping up from my stomach covering every inch of my skin, and the impossible wetness between my legs. His frame had me trapped underneath him, my back slightly pressing against the headboard. One of his hands was pressed into the matress beneath us, the other possessively placed on my hip. His head dips low as he leans into the space between my neck and shoulder, lips lightly tracing while his tongue’s teasing the skin. An involuntary whimper leaves my mouth as he sharply bites down, he pulls back slightly only to all but growl into my ear.
"If you keep making noises like that then i wont be able to hold back"
"Its not my fault you get me this turned on-"
"Oh is that so?" His tone was patronising. I blushed in pre-embarrassment. We had both been craving this, aching for it and now here I was taunting him even more, even if i had no intention of doing so. His lips returned to my skin leaving open mouthed kisses, another moan left my lips as his began to pull the skin at the arch of my neck between his teeth. In one fluid motion his knee was between my thighs and his hand was around my neck.
"You have no idea what you do to me baby." I smirked at him, from our positions I knew he was in charged but it didn’t hurt to push right?
“Then why don’t you show me with that ticktack between your legs” I snapped watching the ticking time bomb behind his eyes explode. he sneered at me fangs bearing.
“You little brat.” He hissed, shifting his weight and removing his hands from my body only for a moment before he grabbed my hips and pulled me down so my head was resting on the pillows beneath me. His grip shifted once again to my thighs. In a effortless fluid motion he ripped my panties from my body, running his fingers up and down my slit, teasing my entrance. “You just gotta open that pretty little mouth of yours.” I whined at his moments causing a chuckle to rumble out of his chest. “Desperate are we?” I nodded refusing to concede with my words. He thrusted a finger in to me, curling against my walls hitting all the right spots.
“Please.”
“Please what baby? Hmm what do you need” I whined thrusting my hips grabbing at his chest. He gripped my wrists in his hands pinning them against my head.
“Please..” I was begging at this point.
“Awe baby you’re so cute begging me like the little slut you are. But good girls use their words”
“Fuck me, please, now!” I thrusted my hips harder against his finger just one finger was doing this to me how was I going to handle his cock? He removed his hand from my core. In a fluid motion he thrusted himself against me. My head threw itself back in pressure a strangled moan fell from my lips.
“Sir”
“Yes?” He breathed leaning in against my ears thrusting slowly.
“Please,” he stopped completely at my words.
“What did I say about good girls using their words”
“More please sir I need more!”
“Oh that’s a good girl” he began to thrust into me at a brutal pace, hands still holding my wrists in place the other holding firm on my throat. The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls, my orgasm approached embarrassingly quick. My walls fluttering against jacks cock. I didn’t need to use words. He knew. He smirked down down at me. “Common sweetheart, cum for me” so I did white hot pleasure tripped through my body my core twitching as I spasmed around him. But he didn’t stop. His pace was brutal and riding me through my high. After a few more minuets I felt it coming again, I knew it would hit harder this time.
“Jake,” his thrusts became more brutal
“Try that again princess”
“Sir”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to cum again?”
“Oh are you?” His smirk grew wider dragging his fangs against the subtle soft skin. “Fucking cum for me” he pushed deeper attempting to speed along my orgasm. It worked I once against spasmed against him. Feeling his own cock twitch inside me even in the spasms of my body I smirked at him.
“You close?” I heaved chest rising with each shallow breath, my breast bouncing with each thrust.
“Gonna fucking fill you up”
“Do it”
“Gotta make you cum with me princess” my eyes Widened.
“No I can’t. It’s too much” he shook his head moving his hand from my throat down to my clit.
“Fucking cum with me. That’s an order”
“But-“ he bit down sharply on my skin a moan ripping through me as the pleasure overtook my body my vision when white and my body went numb with over stimulation. I didn’t even feel him finish inside me. I didn’t feel him pull out it wasn’t until I was safely tucked into his arms that I even realised we were finished. His lips pressed against my head kissing me and stroking my hair.
“I love you princess.
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If anyone has any kinky requests pls send them in I have a few request that I can include kinks with but I’d love to see what you guys really want from me ;)
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Hating You Is The Easiest Thing I Can Do
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: When your boss pulls your case out from under you and gives it right to the BAU, you're pissed. You're even more pissed when Doctor Spencer Reid suggests you can't do your job properly. After a week in his company, you decide to give him a piece of your mind
Warnings: Day One of Kinktober - Hate Sex, enemies to lovers, dom/sub, Mean!Dom!Spencer, Brat!Reader, spanking, degradation, spanking, spit kink, sir kink, vaginal fingering, slight creampie, Reader's boss is an asshole, typical office misogyny. Spencer is also an asshole, but that's just because he's a dumbass.
A/N: Special thank you to @reidmotif and @mrs-dr-reid for proofreading this one for me! I wrote this when on a major Pride and Prejudice moment, which is why there's a whole lot of plot before the sex. I hope you like the build-up just as much as the smut! <3 If you like it, don't forget to leave a like, reply, or reblog and tell me your thoughts! ((just as a reminder, apart for Sundays and Tuesdays, I'll be posting all the kinktober fics on AO3 exclusively, so check out my writing there - reiderwriter))
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To say you were angry was an understatement. You were seething, the anger bubbling up inside of you and threatening to lash out at anyone who so much as crossed your path as you made your way down the crappy motel corridor. You'd only known Spencer Reid a week, but you could think of no one you despised more.
The FBI had always been a boys' club, you knew that. There were some goddamn strong women in your field office, of course, but you were outnumbered 10 to 1. Which was why you were so determined to do well on the first case assigned to you as lead Agent. The first week of the case, you'd made sure you were thorough. A body had been found in the park by a jogger, and you darted to the crime scene the moment you got the call. A woman in her early twenties, like you, had been raped, tortured, and then dumped here, her body posed in a demeaning way to make it seem as if she were performing a sexual act. Your entire body shuddered at the sight, but you couldn't let your coworkers see you weak so you powered through. Collecting evidence, getting an ID on the victim, interviewing potential witnesses, and yes, even breaking the news to the poor girl's family, you had been so attentive to every detail of the case and you felt you were making progress, your boss delivered a humbling blow.
"Another body has been discovered. I've invited the Behavioural Analysis Unit in from Quantico because you're in over your head." He'd told you, not even looking up at you from the file he was reading on his desk.
"What? I wasn't told about another body, why wasn't I notified?"
"I didn't think you needed to know, now that the BAU is coming in."
"So I'm off the case? That's it?"
"No, I want you to assist them in their investigation. Tell them everything you've gathered so far, get them situated in the office as best you can."
"Get them coffee when they want it? Rub their feet if they ask for it? This is bullshit, I was making progress, if you'd only have given me more time-"
"Agent, I suggest you walk out of this office right now and get your PMSing under control before I have to suspend you from fieldwork." You pressed your nails further into the beds on your palms then and bit back your tongue from replying, simply giving a terse nod and exiting the office.
It wasn't even an hour later before the new team arrived, and you offered a tense smile and welcome as you got them set up in their own office. The Unit Chief didn't seem too bad, but Aaron Hotchner couldn't exactly be described as the most welcoming of people, and you felt an instant camaraderie with JJ, the other agent who'd come into the office with him. There were more agents apparently, but they'd gone out into the field to check out the new victim and reinterview the family, something you weren't exactly happy about. But, if you were going to be their little bitch for the next week, you were at least thankful they were tolerable and polite.
"So here's everything I've got so far. I've been pretty thorough in my interrogations of potential witnesses, and there are no CCTV cameras in the general vicinity of the dump sites, so I don't think you'll find anything else there that'll aid in your profile."
" If you'd have been thorough you'd have found this though, right?" A new voice popped up from the door, and you felt yourself tense up under the sudden accusation. Looking up you saw he was holding up his phone, a picture of a strange marking on a tree lighting up the screen.
"Excuse me?"
"This was left on a tree roughly thirty feet from the first dump site. I called Rossi and Morgan and they found a similar marking near the second victim. It's a Mesopotamian symbol relating to the worship of prostitutes and sex workers to promote fertility." He spoke plainly, but all you could hear was the condescension in his tone, and your blood boiled with rage.
" Agent Y/L/N, I'm sorry about him, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, he's another member of our team." JJ introduced the man, sending him a warning glance, as if letting him know that he hadn't just put his foot in his mouth directly.
You looked at the man then, really focusing on him now instead of the pictures, and almost cursed out loud again. He was a jerk, but fuck was he attractive. Tousled hair, dark eyes, and a perfectly sculpted jaw, it was as if he were sent from hell directly to piss you off and tempt you. You pushed the attraction aside for the minute then, choosing to be the bigger person and introduce yourself.
"I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N. And I'm sorry that I'm not an expert on Mesopotamian prostitutes, but I guess that's probably your specialty, right, Doctor?" You held out your hand for him to shake, but he just looked down at it.
"If you're referring to my doctorate, I actually didn't study classic civilizations. I hold PhDs in Math, Chemistry, and Engineering and additional BAs in Psychology, Philosophy, and Sociology. And I don't do handshakes." He glanced straight past you after that, walking back over to Hotch and filling him in on other things you must've overlooked during your brief time working the case.
You glared at his back, finally letting your hand drop to your side again as you let out an angry chuckle.
"Don't take it personally, Spencer is just… He’s He's not great with people. He'll warm up to you." JJ put a reassuring arm on your shoulder and you nodded. But inside you knew there was not one thing the man could do to reverse the bad opinion of him you'd just gained.
–X–
After the initial anger of having the case seeped out from beneath you wore off, you actually began enjoying your time with the BAU. You hadn't put much thought into profiling before, it usually being so far off your radar while you were working in the field office but you were actually coming to enjoy how they worked, and you'd learned a lot.
Your relationship with Spencer, however, only degraded.
Your hatred had reignited the moment you'd been joined by the rest of the BAU Team. Your boss has finally come down to greet them, and, almost as if making you pay for your earlier comments, had genuinely sent you on a coffee run for them. You could deal with the fact that the man had the most annoyingly complicated coffee order you'd ever heard of in the Bureau, but what you couldn't forgive were the sly comments you walked in on when you returned.
"Come on, Reid. That Agent is easy on the eyes, you should talk to her, get you a slice of that." You'd been introduced to Derek Morgan earlier and you'd instantly pegged him as a flirt, so this wasn't exactly shocking to you. What was a bit surprising was the other man's reply.
"If she's attractive I hadn't noticed. I've been too busy trying to clear up her mess with this case."
You walked in the door then, coffees in hand, and slammed his drink down on the table for him. You handed Morgan to him, double-checking that you'd got both of their orders right before shooting another glare at the man and walking away to find the rest of the team.
But not before hearing Morgan chastise Reid in another whisper: "God man, you gotta be nicer to the kid…"
To say that your working relationship had soured totally after your two personal encounters with the man was simply an untruth. You didn't have a working relationship, you had a working rivalry.
From then on, you'd slyly interrupt the man when he was speaking, telling him to cut his genius rambles in half, that you didn't have all day to sit around and wait for him to stutter his way through his theory while there was a murderer on the loose.
He didn't hold back either, constantly asking you questions he knew you didn't know the answers to, just to smile slyly down at you and make you admit that you weren't as good as him. It was getting so detrimental to the office atmosphere that you had to be genuinely separated after only three days, Hotchner bringing you into the field with him on multiple occasions and forcing Reid to stay behind with JJ to work on a geographical profile.
You'd been with Hotchner at a family interview, working with him to gain details of the second victim's actions and whereabouts leading up to her murder to establish a timeline when you got a call.
Excusing yourself from the room, you quickly picked up the call.
"This is Agent Y/L/N."
"Hotch isn't picking up his phone." That was all the explanation you got from the man on the other side of the phone, his voice instantly grating.
"Yes, I'd assume he isn't, Doctor Reid, because we are currently interviewing a bereaved mother and father and he put his phone on silent. Is there something you need?"
"I need to talk to Hotch."
"Well, you called me. What do you need?" You heard him breathe out a frustrated sigh on the other side of the line, and you rolled your eyes, slightly enjoying being this stubborn and getting under his skin.
"Just tell him we're ready to give the profile, okay?" He hung on you after that and you cursed him down the line, receiving nothing back but the empty beeps of the dial tone.
–X–
It didn't take long after delivering the profile to get your guy, but as he hadn't been in the middle of committing any felonies when you picked him up, you'd had to spend a few days in the interrogation rooms.
Hotch had taken a crack at him and gotten nowhere, and so had Rossi and Emily and Morgan. JJ had been the one to make the arrest, so she went in last and still came out with nothing much. He hadn't layered up yet, as they'd suspected he wouldn't, too egotistical to allow anyone else into the room that he thought he was going to talk himself out of.
"We're getting nowhere with this, Hotch. I think I have an idea that could get him to start talking." Reid said as you all stared at the man through the one-way glass.
"What, you think you can charge in there and get him to talk?" It was petty, but it'd been a stressful week, and he was used to this flow of conversation between the two of you.
"No, you are. Hotch, she fits his type, she's attractive, same build and coloring as the previous two victims. I think it'd work." You scoffed at his suggestion.
"Oh so now you think I'm attractive? I thought you hadn't noticed because you were, what, too busy cleaning up my mess?" You crossed your arms as he gave you an incredulous look, and you realized that he didn't think you'd heard him.
"Spencer's right, Y/N." Hotch nodded, looking between the two of you to see if he needed to pull you apart to keep you from fighting or to keep you from jumping each other. You personally weren't sure which you'd like most at that point, cursing yourself as you let your eyes trail down his body.
"It's going to excite him having you so close, you should pop a few of those buttons, too," Reid suggested looking down at your chest as you scoffed and crossed your arms.
"Oh you'd really like that," you mumbled under your breath, but a swift look from Hotch had you shutting your mouth again as he began to brief you.
Going in you felt a surge of pettiness seep through you. You were going to nail this guy, get him to talk about every little nasty thing he did to those girls, and prove to your boss that you could do this when every member of the BAU had tried and failed. But a small, dim, and annoying reminder at the back of your head whispered in your ear that you'd be pleasing Spencer then as well. Proving him right. You weren't sure if you wanted to succeed to hear him or your boss say "good job" to you after you finally succeeded, but when you imagined it with him, he was a whole lot closer, right in your ear, body pressed against yours.
You focused on your anger over your attraction and pushed into the room, ready to stare down a monster and escape unharmed.
–X–
It had worked, of course. It had taken a few hours of building rapport but you'd done it. You'd had him eating out the palm of your hand while he confessed to the three murders you knew about and an extra four that you didn't.
A day of retrieving bodies later and by 10 pm, the case was finally closed.
"Well done, kid, you really got him in that interview. That was some great work." Morgan nudged your elbow as he grabbed his duffle, exiting the makeshift office.
"Don't forget we're getting drinks at the cocktail bar in half an hour. Shower off that mud and change into a hot dress, Agent, and I'll buy you your first shot." Emily called back to you from the exit too, leaving you in a fit of giggles as you promised her you would.
Once they'd all gone, you started packing up your things ready to leave yourself when there was another knock at the door.
" Hey, I need to grab my bag." Reid stood in the door awkwardly, and your smile dropped into a politely neutral face as you nodded to him.
"Don't let me stop you, Doc."
"Spencer."He said, stepping a bit closer to you.
"What?"
"I want you to call me Spencer. You keep calling me Doctor or Doc, I want you to call me Spencer."
"No. Doctor Reid is just fine for me."
"And what if I want more?" He grabbed your wrist as you turned to go, using a bit too much force and leaving you stumbling into him, hitting his chest as you looked up at him, your noses almost touching with the proximity.
"Let me go," you growled, but his grip loosened and you didn't move an inch.
"What if I want more?" He asked again, a little more insistent this time, his eyes dark in the dim room, expression unreadable.
"Why should I care what you want, Doctor Reid?"
"Because I think you want it, too. Because I think that despite all the odds, you want me just as much as I want you."
Your anger burst out of you in a sarcastic laugh then at his presumptuous words.
"Despite all the odds? What odds are those Spencer? You treat me like shit, ignoring me, refusing to even shake my hand, and downplaying the hard fucking work I put in before you got here? God, you are so fucking narcissistic." You finally stepped away from him then, turning away to regain your composure.
"Me? I'm not the one who missed some vital fucking evidence in a murder investigation, Y/N, so I'm sorry I wasn't the most welcoming person, but God if we're talking egos, you should probably check yourself."
"Forget it, you're impossible. I really tried to be nice to you, but more fool me for making messes you had to clean up."
"Are you still stuck on that? Y/N, I'm sorry, but Derek just has a way of-" He stepped closer to you again and you could feel the oxygen being sucked from your lungs.
"Don't you dare blame this on Morgan. You're attracted to me and you fucking despise that, and it's none of Morgan’s fault. Now please, just get out of this fucking office and go back to your motel room." You practically hissed those last words at him, holding back the urge to scream in frustration. Your lips were so close now, as his chest heaved, hands clenched by his sides as he resisted the urge to grab you.
"Forgive me… for suggesting something so obviously repulsive to you." With that, he brushed past you and walked out, leaving you reeling at his almost confession, head light from the lack of air. He'd taken your breath with him as he left the room.
–X–
The promise of free shots had convinced you to get back out to the bar as promised, not letting Reid and his fickle moods control when and where you'd be enjoying yourself.
You finally showed up at the bar and were greeted by hugs from JJ and Emily, already one drink in as they immediately handed you a shot from the bar. Guiding you back to the table, you paused as you saw him there.
Morgan was sat at the table, happily chatting away with Reid, who'd since grown quiet, eyes meeting yours before leaving to rake down your frame. You resisted the urge to cover yourself, confidently standing tall as he devoured you with his eyes. Changing out of your work clothes, you'd decided that you needed some fun tonight, donning a short red dress, barely hitting the tops of your thighs, hugging your curves tightly, and pushing your chest up so it nearly spilled out completely. You'd completed the look with thigh-high black boots and a red lip, looking the absolute image of lust - or anger - personified.
"Whew mama, you look good, Y/N." Morgan greeted you, standing up to give you a kiss on the cheek. Reid still said nothing but kept his eyes trained on you as he took another sip of his drink.
"I was promised shots and dancing, I think I'm dressed pretty appropriately don't you think?" You smiled and giggled up at Morgan, letting your touch linger on him a little longer to see if it would spur Reid into action.
"Have I ever told you about my very good friend Penelope Garcia? I think you two would get along just fine."
The rest of the night continued in a similar vein. You'd stepped out onto the dance floor with Emily and JJ, letting whatever man wanted to sidle up close, begging one of them to be a distraction from the man whose eyes were boring into you from the other side of the room. It didn't work. Their hands were on your hips, guiding you to the sound of the music but in your head, all you saw was him, doing the same.
It didn't help that he was getting hit on constantly from his perch beside Morgan, and you watched with a bitter feeling at the bottom of your stomach as women tried, unsuccessfully, to get him to pay attention to them. After another frustrating invitation for a tryst with a local man, you excused yourself from the dance floor, finding Morgan in the bar, letting him know that you were calling it a night.
"Where's Reid?" You asked, trying and failing to sound casual as you glanced around the now crowded bar for signs of him.
"He left like ten minutes ago. Said he was tired and went back to the motel."
"Was he…" You didn't want to finish the question, not knowing which answer you'd prefer, but Morgan filled in the gaps himself with a wide grin.
"Alone? Yes, kid. Here, it's the address of the motel we're staying at and his room number." You hesitated before grabbing the paper and grabbing your stuff, practically running from the bar and hopping in the nearest taxi.
–X–
That's how you found yourself stomping down the corridor of the motel, pounding on his door at 1 a.m., unashamed in your brazen actions. He opened the door, slightly shocked to see you there, and you pushed your way inside and turned on him as you shut the door.
"What the fuck was all of that?" You demanded as soon as he turned back to you. His shirt was open now, jacket and tie discarded on the floor somewhere deeper into the room, but you forced yourself to look up into his eyes, away from the pale plains of his skin.
"What was what, Y/N?"
"You, staring at me like that the whole night and then just leaving."
"Did you want me to stay?"
"I want you to stop answering my questions with questions, Reid. This is bullshit, you can't act like a dick to me all week and then look at me like I'm a piece of meat you want to rip apart, for fucks sake."
"You made it very clear earlier tonight that you wanted no part of this, Y/N. Are you saying I should've done something else?"
"That's another fucking question, Spencer! If you don't start actually talking to me, I swear to god, I'll-" You ran a hand through your hair, and when you looked up again, he was closer than ever. You backed up into the wall, but he followed you, pressing a leg between your own. Slowly and with that condescending grin plastered across his face, he drawled out his next words.
"You'll what?"
Your lips crashed against his with the fury of your frustrations, a mess of teeth and tongue and biting anger as you surged forward into him.
With a rough push of your hips, he slammed you back into the wall, taking charge of the situation, coaxing his tongue into your mouth, battling you for control, and winning. Grabbing you by the neck he slowly pulled his lips away from yours, leaving you gasping for breath.
"Don't be such a brat, Y/N. When I ask you questions, it's because I want answers." You moaned as you tried to regain his lips, but he chuckled and kept you pinned.
"Tell me, baby, what should I have done earlier instead? Got down on my knees to beg your forgiveness, or thrown you over that desk and used you like a cheap little whore? I think I know which one you prefer."
You moaned at his words, but kept your mouth twisted in a grimace, choosing not to answer. He got tired of waiting, and, with a swiftness you didn't know he possessed, twisted you around so your hands were planted against the wall, your chest pushing against it too as he pulled your hips up and out, effectively baring your pantie-clad pussy to him as your dress pushed up and over your ass all by itself.
"So fucking slutty. You let all those men in that club touch you while you stared at me the entire time." He ran his hands across your ass massaging you underneath your underwear before pulling his hands away again and grabbing your hips. He pushed his clothed cock against you from behind and you moaned at how hard and big he felt already.
"Was this what you wanted, brat?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"I think you'd much prefer it if I fucked you, don't you think?" He turned you around again, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around him, the new angle pressing your core further into his cock.
"Open your mouth, now." Against your better judgment, your body reacted to him quickly, your tongue dropping out of your mouth as he ground his cock into your core, effectively dry-humping you. With a swift motion, he spat in your mouth, your eyes going wide as you instinctively shut your mouth and swallowed.
"Good girl," he stroked your hair, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. His lips locked with yours as you tasted his spit on your lips, letting him take control and move you in any way he pleased.
"But you've been a brat," he said pulling away. "And brats need to be punished."
With that he forced you over his knee, pulling your panties down as he positioned your hips higher, your ass raised. He fisted one hand into your hair and began softly stroking your ass with the other.
"You're going to count for me, baby. If you lose count, we'll start again. With each number, I'll tell you what you did wrong, okay?"
"Fuck, yes, yes sir." With another soft touch, he pulled his hand up and bought it back again down sharply, letting it cup your ass as you hissed from the sting.
"O-One."
"That was for being a brat in the office. Being so confident you missed some vital evidence that was staring you right in the face."
He did it again, and you squirmed under his touch.
"Two."
"That was for teasing me in front of Hotch. Making me get hard right there in the office before you went to interrogate that creep."
"That made you hard?" You gasped out as he cracked out another slap to your ass. "Three."
"That was for talking. You need to stop fucking talking." He stroked your ass again, delivering a fourth, fifth, and sixth blow in quick succession as you felt yourself leak your arousal all over his lap.
"That was for dressing like a little whore tonight. That was for flirting with Morgan. That was for letting another man touch you. What do you have to say for yourself now, brat?" Your breaths stuttered out of you as you tried to compose yourself, confident that he'd finished your punishment now.
"G-Go…. FuckFuck yourself." He growled and threw you back on the bed, ripping your dress off over your head and letting his lips return to yours as he trailed his hand to between your legs, finally pushing two fingers inside of you as you moaned and writhed beneath him.
" I hate you," you moaned in his ear as his lips trailed down to your breasts.
"You have a funny way of showing it." Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, so close you could practically taste it. He sensed it as well, though, and pulled his fingers out of you before you could reach that bliss.
"You thought it would be that easy, brat?" he whispered in your ear with a low chuckle before flipping you over to your front and thrusting his fingers back into you from behind, causing another moan to rip from your throat, uncontrollably loud in the otherwise silence of the motel at night.
Unzipping his pants and freeing his cock, you felt the weight of it on your ass as he rubbed his precum against your now bright red asscheeks.
"You're going to look so pretty with my cum decorating your ass baby. It's going to make your ass feel better, too."
"You're disgusting," you spit at him, but your hips push harder into his dick, trying desperately to capture him inside of you and force him to use you.
"No more talking, bitch. Take my fingers." He pushed a hand into your mouth and you started twirling your tongue around them, using your distraction to finally violently thrust his dick all the way inside you. You screamed at the sudden filling, cumming around his cock in an instant, trying to milk him for all he was worth. But he clamped a hand down over your mouth so that all that fell from your face was escaped tears and muffled pleas for more.
"Gonna use you like this baby, gonna make you admit you love me."
His thrusts gained a steady pace as your brain emptied beneath him, desperate for more of the pleasure his body was supplying you with. He released your mouth then, content that all your energy seemed to be spent on pushing your ass back into his, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of your activity.
"Do you like that, brat? You like me making you feel like this, huh?" He slapped your ass again as he thrust, and you moaned back with a nod.
"Yes, Spencer, don't stop… Don't stop." You moaned again, another orgasm rolling over your body, causing you to clench unconsciously around his cock.
"So good baby, you're responding so well to my cock." He trailed a hand underneath you to your clit and started rubbing it in time to his thrusts.
"One more for me. One more and I'll pull out, okay? Just one more."
"I can't, Spencer I can't do it.." You whined underneath him, face fully buried in the motel pillows. You were surprised he even heard you through the tears as the material.
"Yes you can, baby, look you're so close already, just do one more."
"I hate you," you moaned again, feeling your third and final orgasm wash over you, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body started twitching and didn't stop. You felt a small twitch from him too, as he finished thrusting inside of you, letting a little bit of his cum escape into you before pulling out and decorating your ass with his ejaculation.
He fell by the side of you and gasped desperately for a few minutes, before grabbing a hot wet towel from the bathroom and cleaning your ass off.
"Spencer…" you croak out eventually, regaining some clarity, but still not moving much from your spot in his bed.
"Spencer, I don't hate you."
"I know. I don't hate you either. Which is probably for the best."
"What? Why?"
"Hotch just requested your transfer to the Quantico Office so you could start training with the BAU. You did a good job this week, Y/N." Your eyes started watering again and you gently pushed away tears as he laughed at you, asking why you were crying.
"I'm not happy," you joked.
"I just realized that means I have to work with you more." You both laughed at that. You didn't hate each other exactly, but that didn't mean you could work together well either.
And you didn't want to if this was the outcome of your bickering and hatred.
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Kinktober 2023
day one:
Dom/Neytiri X Avatar fem reader.
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Kinktober
October 2023
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Dom Neytiri pls mommy
Absalutly, Yes. 100% god this got a little heated 🥵 also I think it’s adorable you guys are giving me pet names at this point 🥰
Kintober Day 1: Dom Neytiri Drabbles
Hair pulling, I have a feeling that she would use it as a way to assert dominance a lot.
imagine you ignore a rule or an order, even a small one. "behave yourself, pet" she would warn her teeth slightly bared. you would respond with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow "Or what?" before you could even comprehend the speed of her movements her hands would weave into the roots of your hair at the base of your scalp, tugging sharply.
"Behave or I shall make you, understood?" you would nod gulping.
She's very touchy, enjoys feeling the warmth of your skin against her own.
it brings her great joy to watch the shivers that run down your spine, the goosebumps that form on your arms.
she is a sucker for markings, though i don't think that the Na'vi really do hiskey's i think they do more bite marks and clothing.
like i imagine her weaving or embordering clothing for you, specifically designing cloths that enhance and endow your breasts.
going back to hair. I imagine her styling you hair, whether it is braids, or loos with flowers or feathers woven in, she will always take the chance to take care of you in this way.
on the physical touch side of things imagine chaste kisses in passing. Her hand wound around your waist her lips pressing against your head or forehead in a quick movement before walking away or in an a different direction to you.
she is a nurturing Dom, she isn't so much a degrader more a praise dom. Don't get me wrong she will put you in your place however, she is much more inclined to look after you.
"My sweet girl, Ma (Y/N)"
PET NAMES.
it takes her a while to ajust to ajust to your pet names "baby? I am no child?"
she is big on restraints, she enjoys watching you squirm beneath her, either holding your wrists above your head, tying them down with twine or fabric, even your ankles if she's in a particular type of mood.
Always a top, no debates you have tried. a few times. leaning yourself over her legs running your tongue across the skin of her neck. waiting for her to open her mouth in question of your actions. just before the words leave her lips you place your hand across her throat, with only slight pressure you smirk at her.
a silent rage fills her eyes, she pushes forward shifting her weight to pin you beneath her. "naughty girl"
She has and will go down on you until you pass out. of course she stops cuddles you for a little while, makes sure your okay, but before that? oh it is a sight.
her hands on the back of your thighs pushing them with force to hold you in place. her face moving as she devours you like you are last meal she will ever have. she switches between fucking you with her tongue and sucking on your clit, whichever she is doing her fingers may come into play whether that be fingering you or lightly tapping or gently stroking your clit. the change in stimulation can be very over whelming and even lead to failed orgasms at times.
in which case she will sooth you until you calm down from the high and if you are wanting to try again you best believe she will push you over the edge multiple times.
at times the sight of her face buried between your thighs was enough to make you cum on the spot.
aftercare with you will include a lot of praise, and affection. running her fingers across your arms or back kissing you softly and slowly while lightly singing to you.
#avatar#neytiri x reader#smut#avatar smut#neytiri smut#avengers x fem!reader#avatar 2#avatar way of water
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Kinktober
Sooo i'm going to open up my requests again, i'm going to ask that you guys ONLY send in kinky stuff for now ;) Give me your worst. Common i can take it ;)
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Are you ok? You’ve been gone for a hot minute… if you aren’t I hope it gets better and take as long as you need :D
Hey! I have been thinking of you guys 🥺 it’s been a stressful couple of months, I’ve been dealing with a lot but mainly I’ve spent the summer in Canada visiting my long distance partner (sometimes i forget I have fictional husbands when I have a 6ft + lumber jack horse whisperer in front of me)
I will be trying to update soon though! Seriously I will 😭❤️
#avatar#miles quaritch#smut#miles quaritch x reader#jake sully x y/n#neytiri x fem!reader#fanfiction
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The people have spoken.
I want to add that even though clearly my writing and content will revolve around Avatar stuff, I will still write for other fandoms and please don’t hesitate to send me an ask for other fandoms.
I knew I gained a lot of traction from Avatar smut I just didn’t realise you guys ACTUALLY wanted it from me. Lmao look at me gaslighting myself.
Anyways I love you all be a little more patient with me I am travelling in the next few days so trust me you will get your horny.
#avatar#miles quaritch#avatar 2#smut#avatar the way of water#miles quaritch x reader#jake sully x reader smut#neytiri x reader#tonowari x reader#ronal x reader#norm spellman x reader
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If you are up to doing poly- how do you think Ronal and Tonowari would be with a little human s/o?
Thanks a bunch!
So fun fact about me I am actually polygamous myself, I have no objection writing more poly fics or one shots. Also this is a little short so let me know if you want a more detailed or even smutty version.
Little One~
So tonowari isn’t as opposed to his attraction to you at first. He eases into it and adjusts to the situation, his mate on the other hand. Ronal had a lot of difficulty she had a distinct dislike for humans. But she would be lying if she said she wasn’t immediately drawn to you.
The gentle way you dealt with the wildlife around you. How kind you were with the people of her village. It was hard to ignore that you were not like other humans.
After a while they both became incredibly protective of you. Ensuring that you always had oxygen tanks to hand, scolding you if you didn’t bring a spare with you.
Becoming agitated if other members of the community absentmindedly knocked you over in their day to day tasks.
They barley let you out of their sight, one of them was watching over you always.
At first you thought they didn’t trust you, you sought comfort with the sully family and tried your best to fit in and contribute.
But you couldn’t weave baskets the same, you couldn’t fish. It was hard, but you tried.
One day it became to much and you snuck away to a secluded area to vent your frustration in the form of tears. The feeling of being ostracised too much for you in that moment. Ronal found you, panicked as she has lost sight of you for far to long for her liking.
“y/n?” She tried to keep her voice steady and hide her concern, but fear was replaced with anger when she saw the tears rolling down your cheeks.
Now it was only one moment, a singular second of time where she paused to admire you, your eyes glassy from the tears, a light tint on your cheeks you we’re beautiful to her. But that was I trusted by anger at whatever had caused you upset.
“Are you hurt, who did-“ her concern bubbled over her hands reaching around you to check for injury. “Ronal I am fine, I was just a little upset” “a little?” “Please don’t bother yourself I know you don’t want me here.” “What” she was taken off guard, she had no idea how you had come to this conclusion but she was sure she knew how to rectify it. She leaned down cupping your face in her large hand. “The only place I want you is in mine and my mates arms, little one” her voice was so tender and sweet, you melted into her touch. “Really?” your eyes looked up at hers and she had to fight the urge to ravish you right then and there.
She instead decided to lean down and lightly kiss your face, your nose, eyes, cheeks and finally your lips.
When tonowari was greeted in their shared tent by the sight of you sat on-top of Ronal’s lap he couldn’t contain himself.
He left feverish kisses all along your shoulders and spine. Down your neck as his right hand rested firmly on Ronal’s tight, the other wrapped tightly around your waist.
You were trapped between them and there is nowhere else you’d rather be.
#avatar#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#tonowari x you#tonowari x reader#tonowari#ronal avatar#ronal x reader#ronal x tonowari
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