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endlessthxxghts · 6 months

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Animals

DBF!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈2.5k

Summary: Joel randomly calls you and tells you to meet him outside. Your parents are home though, and you can't necessarily tell them that Joel, your father's best friend, is asking you to go with him somewhere. Do you give a little white lie and leave, or do you wait until it's safer?

Warnings: Age gap (unspecified, but legal). Reader still lives with parents but she is an adult. Nosy and controlling ass parents to their child who's a grown ass adult. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Inappropriate car activities while driving. Handjob. Blowjob. Pulling into a parking lot in broad daylight to do some stuff... P in V unprotected. ✨Save a horse, ride a cowboy (in a parking lot)✨ Reader has bit of a size kink. Cum swallowing... Is there a term for kissing with semen in both y'all's mouths??? (Don't look at me...). Possessive kink. Spanking (just once though). Getting caught... Exhibitionism...😵‍💫 I think that’s as much as I can say without spoiling anything, so! After you read it, let me know if there’s anything that I should put in here that I missed out on!

A/N: One of my all-time favorite songs is Animals by Nickelback. As of lately, though, with all my Joel brain rot, I can't NOT think DBF!Joel every time I play it... so... here we are... I recommend listening before or when you read, just to really add to the experience hehehe.😈 @javierpena-inatacvest I hope you’re hungry!😋 Enjoy, y’all!!!

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You’re beside me on the seat,

Got your hand between my knees,

And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze.

“Two minutes, get your ass outside.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You blindly brought your phone up to your ear with your parents in the room with you, not taking the time to check the caller ID.

“I-” you start as you head to the bathroom, not wanting your parents to overhear anything. “I can’t just leave right now, and especially not with you.” He scoffs over the phone. “I was at the dining table with my parents, jackass.”

“But you’re not anymore, right?”

“No.”

“And they didn’t question you?”

“Didn’t give them the chance to.”

“Just get out here. I’ll drive off quick, no one will see,” he states matter-of-factly.

“Joel,” you say, your tone betraying your logical responses.

“Now,” he says before ending the call.

Your heart racing, you peer at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look semi-presentable even though you know Joel’s intentions are going to ruin your appearance anyway. You leave the bathroom, heading for the front door as fast as possible.

“Who called ya?” your dad asked.

“Going somewhere?” your mother followed.

“Just a friend. And I’m gonna step out real quick, I’ll be back in a bit,” you say nonchalantly, not trying to raise any suspicion. Your mother raises her brow at you.

“I really hope you both find the value in respecting people’s privacy,” you say, stepping out the front door as you speak, erasing the chances of any further commentary. That may have come across more harsh than you would have liked, but even into adulthood, the three of you have gotten into huge fights for your whereabouts. It’s not like you left them in the dark all the time or kept them up late waiting for you to get home. You were living under their roof, so you still respected their time. Yet, it was never enough. And you were too wound up thinking about Joel to bite your tongue.

He parked a house away, and you’re practically running at the speed of light to get into the passenger side so he can pull away before your parents decide to make it to the window to gain any more information they can.

As soon as you get into the passenger seat, though, Joel has different plans as he immediately puts one hand around your waist and the other on the thigh closest to him. You’re barely able to shut the door before he pulls you into the middle of the bench seat of his truck, your body flushed against his. You squeak out at his quickness, his strength. He smirks at it.

He lets his hand on your thigh drag up your body and situate itself on your jaw, turning your face to his and kissing you deeply, all tongue and teeth and thickened spit due to how fucking turned on both of you are.

You pull away, breathless, “Baby, you need to drive off, now.”

“Shit, sorry,” he says, releasing his hold on you. “Stop distractin’ me,” he playfully scolds, a smile full of trouble across his face as he pulls out of the neighborhood.

You scoff at him now, perplexed at his audacity to tell you that you’re distracting him. It makes an idea pop in your head. You’ll show him a distraction.

You shift your body to face him. Your hand lands on his thigh, running up and down lightly, getting closer to his hardened bulge that’s been begging for your attention since he dialed your number.

His grip on the wheel tightens, his jaw twitching, “Darlin’,” he grits. “What are you doin’?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say as you lean in closer, licking a stripe up his neck, your mouth at his ear. “Just,” you cup his erection, “being a distraction.”

His hips push up into your hand. He is painfully hard right now, his entire neck and face a bright red from your ministrations. You unzip his jeans, pulling it and his underwear down to let his cock free. You moan at the sight.

“I’m warnin’ you, girl.”

“Want me to stop?”

Silence.

He moves his arm closest to you to sprawl along the back of the bench seat, giving you complete access to him as he attempts to drive you two to God knows where.

You scoot closer in, and let out a content giggle. You place a wet kiss at his pulse point, whispering in his ear, “Thought so, baby.”

You bring your hand up to your mouth and let your spit pool in your hand, bringing it back down to his length, spreading it all over before you wrap your fingers around him.

“Joel, baby, fuck-” you moan in his ear as you slowly begin pumping him, “look how fucking big you are in my hands,” you whine. “Can barely wrap my hand around you,” you say as you nip at his neck again.

Joel begs his eyes to stay on the road, knowing that if he were to look down right now, he’d lose every ounce of his control — on both his self restraint and his damn truck. But, God damn, the slapping sound of your hand on his spit-soaked cock as you whine and writhe at his side has him desperate. He glances down for barely a millisecond, and he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his head threatening to throw itself back in utter pleasure.

“Am I doing good, baby?” You ask him. “A good distraction?” You add, your lips ghosting his jaw with each syllable.

“F-fuckin H-hell, baby,” he stutters, hips softly meeting every push and pull of your hand. “G-gonna make me c-crash this f-fuckin’ car.”

With his admission, your grip gets a little tighter, pumps get a little faster, and you're giving extra attention to the head of his cock. He’s pulsing beneath you, breathing erratic, and you can’t stop the urge to lean down and take him into your mouth.

On instinct, Joel’s foot falls a little heavier on the gas, causing him to drive a little roughly over a bump on the road. His dick pushes deeper into your mouth, causing the tip to hit at the back of your throat.

The spit that forms from your gag reflex gives you an easier ability to devour him just as he likes—warm, wet, and sloppy. Your head begins to bob faster, your hand still supporting the base of him as you periodically cup him below, and he’s an absolute mess.

You pull away for one moment in a choked breath, your hand now jacking him off, and you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“I know you’re close, baby, I feel it,” you gasp out as your hand squeezes a little more, at the pressure you know makes him break. “Need you to cum, baby, need you to fill my fucking throat,” and with that, your mouth is back on him.

“Oh, f-fu-…” Joel nearly growls out, immediately pulling into some random parking lot, thankful the nearest slot was empty. The second the car is in park, he’s shooting his load down your throat, his hand flying to the back of your head to keep you stuffed full of him.

The way that you’re so turned on right now just by giving him the sloppiest head he has ever experienced has you absolutely dripping—an absolute moaning mess, vibrating him into overstimulation. He pulls you off, and you can’t help the blissed out smirk that forms on your face as you swallow almost everything he gave you, residue dripping down your chin.

He brings your face to his, and his tongue collects up his own spend, feeding it back to you in a desperate, sloppy kiss—if you can even call it that.

As your lips tangle in a nasty embrace, he’s quick to rip your bottoms off as he settles you on his lap. The feel on your pussy of his spent cock slowly getting erect again has you moaning into his mouth, your hips grinding down onto him, arousal coating him, urging him back to his full, hard length.

“Sh-shit,” falls from your mouth as his trails further down, leaving kisses down your throat. Joel brings his hand down to pump himself a few more times, ensuring he’s at full attention. Your hips lift up on instinct, Joel notching his tip at your soaking entrance.

You lower yourself onto him, going in with ease with how wet both you and him are, the stretch of him still providing that delicious burn. No matter how prepared or lubed up either of you are, that burn will never go away. You never want it to. It flips a certain switch of lust within you—an animalistic need—knowing just how fucking big he is, knowing that it’s all for you.

Usually when you’re on top, he’s extra sensitive, and you wait for him to give the signal for you to move. That need is there, though, and you can’t wait. As soon as your hips are flushed with his, you’re immediately lifting back up and dropping down on him again, maintaining a brutal pace that has you both uttering incoherent filth.

You place your hands on either side of his head, gripping the back of his seat to give you better momentum as you bounce on him. His hands are gripping at the globes of your ass, guiding your movements, fingertip-shaped bruises threatening to form. “Fuck, sweet girl,” he lets out, “just like that, baby.” His face is nuzzled in between your breasts, nipping and licking at them with every bounce of your thrusts.

His words cause your pussy to flutter, a possessive feeling gliding down your spine. Your one hand releases the chair and grasps at the curls on the base of his neck. “T-tell me,” you stutter, “t-tell me who my p-pussy belongs to,” you get out, licking into his mouth before you let him answer.

His hips begin to meet your movements, his pubic bone providing the cherry on top to unravel you. His lips are against yours, breaths intertwining into the thick air, windows beginning to fog. “Mine,” Joel growls. Your hips speed up, the truck shaking and squeaking with every movement. “This pussy is mine. You,” he breathes, “are fuckin’ mine,” a stinging pain fills your senses before your brain registers the slap to your ass.

Your thighs begin to shake and your body goes rigid, your climax teetering against the edge.

“Joel,” you cry out.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, let go for me,” he coos. And just as he’s about to hold you down to fuck up into you, a car parks right next to you, door immediately slamming as the person gets out and urgently peers into the driver’s side window.

Both of you are too close to stop your movements, the person’s face outside the car falling into pure horror and shock at what’s going on inside.

“Oh!” you scream out, both of you using all your strength to stop but unable to.

“That’s my dad outside the car!”

Oh please, the keys, they’re not in the ignition,

Must have wound up on the floor while we were switching our positions.

Before you know it, you’re pulsing around his cock as he fills up another one of your holes with thick, hot ropes of his cum.

Neither of you realize just when your father scrambled back into his car and drove away, but the idea of getting caught turned both of you on more than you’d ever admit.

You don’t get off of him just yet, both of you sitting in each other’s sweaty embrace as you let your breathing and heart rates return to normal.

“So…” he says, rubbing circles on the small of your back.

You look up at him, chin perched on his chest. “So,” you giggle.

“What the fuck do we do?” he asks, wordlessly referring to the mishap with your father.

Not as worried, you mess with him before giving a serious answer. “Mmm,” you say as you place a light kiss to his chest, “I was thinking you give me your boxers since you ripped the only bottoms I have on me, and you deal with the jeans chafing your balls until you get back home.”

His eyes go wide, completely forgetting that he did that, and silently cursing himself for doing something so stupid. Luckily he decided to actually wear underwear today.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, I just-” he pauses for a moment. “You fuckin’ distracted me!” he says before he completely busts out in laughter, a deep howl filling the car. You smack his chest, your laughter following suit.

“You motherfucker,” you say, sitting up a little straighter, pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

He smiles at you, pure warmth and adoration in his eyes. He clears his throat, his face a little more serious. “I, uh, I was actually talkin’ about your old man, though.”

“I know,” you say, completely unbothered.

“Are you not worried?”

You shrug your shoulders. “No.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna try and wring my neck out?”

“Baby,” you laugh, “no, he’s not gonna wring your neck out. I wouldn’t let him, anyway.”

“Oh, gee. Thanks,” he deadpans.

“I promise you, I’ve got it taken care of.”

His fingers grasp your chin, pulling you in for another kiss, a little longer than the last. “I trust you.”

As soon as you enter the front door, you see both your parents at the dining table again. Though, this time around, instead of controlling and angry, they look pale and embarrassed.

You stroll to the dining table, not caring to sit down, and you get straight to the point. They can’t even look you in the eye.

“So? Did we learn our lesson about-”

“Yes,” your parents say in unison, “please just,” your mother continues as your dad starts to retreat anywhere else but here. “Let’s not talk about it.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your chest.

“You’re a grown woman,” your mother says, rigidly. “It’s really not our business what you do anymore.” You peer at your father. He throws a thumbs up at your mother’s words, eyes still trained on everything else but you.

“Glad ya guys came to your senses,” you say, offering a smug smile. You can’t help it. If catching you having the steamiest sex in an older man’s car is what causes them to stop breathing down your neck, then so be it. You’d have intentionally done something like this ages ago if that’s what it took.

You start heading to your room when your dad finally speaks. Still unable to look you in the eyes. “Tell Joel I don’t give a fuck what he does—what y’all do—just,” he pauses to take a breath. “Tell him not to address any of this with me. Ever.”

“Deal.”

No, no matter where we go,

‘Cause everybody knows,

We’re just a couple animals.

End Note: Well. That killed me. The amount of laps I took writing this...🥴 Thank you all so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, etc, — all your support means the absolute world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do this without all of you. Thank you so so so much. There are genuinely not enough words to express my gratitude. As always feedback for my stories (at a technical sense) is also super super helpful whether it is constructive or positive! Anything helps me to be the best writer that I can be. All my love! Xo

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pahtoosh · 3 months

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baker's convention

[image ID: a gif from infinity war of steve hugging bucky. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: 1900 words

warnings: food. reader gets picked up by steve. i kinda gave our baba anxiety(sorry)

a/n: i am SO proud of this! i hope you all love it! and i am very happy to expand the chef/baker universe! i sprinkled in a hint at a future fic with baker!nat, but let me know if you guys have any suggestions for our other friends!

pairing: chef!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve!

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Bucky helped you put on your lanyard and nametag at the convention center’s entrance. He knew you could do it yourself, but he was stalling and needed something to occupy his shaky hands. He straightened out your shirt, another nervous habit of his.

“Are you excited, bubba?”

“Yes! So excited, Daddy.”

“Good, good. Daddy’s excited too.”

He kept fiddling with your clothes and tried not to think about how nervous he was for today. You’d met his baker buddies before, but never all at once, in one day. And never in such a crowded place.

He wasn’t worried because of you; he was worried about all the things beyond his control. What if the convention was too overwhelming? What if you two got separated? What if a stranger was mean to you? Breathe, Bucky. Breathe.

“Daddy?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I can have all the sweets I want today, right?”

Bucky laughed, taken aback by your question.

“Our minds are in two different places, honeybun.” He stopped messing with your clothes and kissed your forehead. “Yes, you can have all the sweets you want if you remember your manners–and if you give me a big hug right now.”

You squealed and wrapped your arms around Bucky, squeezing him with all your might. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Bucky was starting to feel a bit better. As usual, you were able to calm his nerves and remind him that he had nothing to worry about. He was a good caregiver. If you got overwhelmed, he would know the signs and how to help you. If you got lost, he had plenty of friends and colleagues who knew you, loved you, and would do anything to help. If a stranger tried ruining your day, he was more concerned with what you could do to them than what they could do to you.

While you were hugging Bucky as hard as you could, you were also helping slow down his heart rate and the other physical signs of his stress. He was finally prepared to go in.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m so ready!”

You swung your interlocked hands back and forth as you and Bucky walked through the doors and down the long hallway that led to the convention center.

The sight of the many vendors and their stalls selling baked goods stopped you in your tracks. There were more than you could count. It seemed as if there were endless rows of cookies, cupcakes, pies, and happy people enjoying the art of baking.

Bucky noticed a friend giving you a slight wave to get your attention. He gently tugged your hand.

“Do you wanna go over there, honey? That booth looks good.”

You looked at the booth and gasped, then walked as fast as you could to get there, tugging Bucky along behind you. You were by no means as gentle with Bucky as he had been with you earlier. He laughed good-naturedly as you practically pulled his arm out of its socket.

“Natty!”

“Hey there, firecracker.”

Bucky greeted her with a nod. “Natalia.”

“Buchanan.” She turned to face you again. “I saw you pulling your Daddy back there. I could teach you this trick if you re-”

Bucky covered your ears with his hands and gave his friend a bewildered look. “You’re not teaching them that,” he whisper shouted.

Natasha stifled a laugh while Bucky took his hands away from your ears and tried to redirect your attention. “Which of these treats do you wanna try first, bun?”

“Can I have one of the cakes, please?”

“Comin’ right up.” She handed you a small plate with a square piece of cake and two forks. Bucky motioned for you to take the first bite. Your eyes widened in delight. The cake was so delicate and soaked in a sweet milk. The cake itself was sightly sour, but the sweet milk and ganache topping balanced the whole dessert.

“What is this?”

“It’s bird’s milk cake. Do you like it?”

“Mhm!” You went in for another bite.

“I have something else for you to try too.” Natasha reached beside her and handed you and Bucky another plate with two small, potato-like objects. “This is called kartosha.”

You tried pronouncing this new word before taking a bite. Once again, you were struck by how beautifully simple and balanced the dessert was. Bittersweet cookie crumbles were combined with sweet, sticky condensed milk.

“It’s so good!”

“I’m glad you think so.” Natasha looked like she was going to say more, but then a special someone caught her eye. She leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I think someone’s been stealing looks and wondering when you’re going to visit their booth.”

You whipped your head around and saw Sam look quickly in the other direction, as if he was pretending that he hadn’t been looking at you earlier. He had a mischievous smile on his face though, and his eyes wandered to you for a second before darting back. He rocked back and forth on his heels and even began to whistle a little. You giggled at his attempts to look casual.

You turned to Bucky. “Daddy, can we go to Sammy’s booth?”

“Sure can, let’s say bye to Nat first.”

“Bye, Natty! Thank you for the cake and kartosha!”

“You’re welcome.” She walked around the booth to give you a goodbye hug. “You have to come visit the cafe soon, okay? The kitties miss you and I need some help from my little decorator.”

“I will!” You waved goodbye and then skipped to Sam’s booth.

He was still putting on his oblivious act.

“Sammy, hi!”

“Oh, hey! I didn’t even see you there!”

You laughed and shook your head. “Nuh uh, I saw you looking!”

“Alright, alright, ya caught me. But once you see the show I’ve got planned for you, you’ll understand.”

“A show?” you asked, bouncing excitedly.

“Yup. A whole show. Tell me something, do you like caramel?” He took a step to where his burner stove was.

“Yeah!”

“Okay well this isn’t exactly caramel, but if you like caramel, you’ll like this.” He put a small pan on the stove and turned on the heat. “We’ll start off with a little butter, some cinnamon, and brown sugar.” Sam effortlessly dropped and sprinkled the ingredients into the pan as he listed them off. He gave the mixture a stir, shaking the pan at the same time like a pro.

“Now I don’t know if you like bananas. But if you don’t, you’ll like them after this.” He put a small handful of slices into the pan and coated them in the sauce. He turned off the stove.

“Alright, here’s the real show. I need y’all to take one step back so you’re behind that red tape on the floor.”

You and Bucky did as he said.

“Perfect, thank you. Now these bananas just need a little more juice.” He poured a small amount of clear amber liquid into the pan. “And they could also use a little more heat.” He flicked a lighter just to the side of the pan, setting all of the amber liquid aflame. He shook the pan back and forth, flipping the bananas in the flaming sauce. You watched the fire, absolutely mesmerized by how it shifted and how Sam had so much control over the volatile force. He kept the whole thing moving, like it was a choreographed dance between him and the flaming pan where he was the leader. Slowly, the flames died down and the bananas were left in a glistening sauce.

“THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER!” you screamed, clapping your hands and jumping up and down. “How did you do that?!”

“A lot of practice, okay? Don’t ever try this at home.”

You nodded. “I’ll just watch you do it every day.”

Sam laughed. “If you boost my ego like this every time, I’ll do this whenever you want. You ready to try the bananas now?”

“Yes please!”

“Alright, and one more very important question.” He halted and looked at you seriously. “Do you want ice cream?”

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Sam gave you and Bucky two beautiful bowls of bananas foster, he called it. He grinned from ear to ear as you asked him endless questions. You wanted to talk more(and ask for another serving), but a crowd full of people wanting to see Sam’s show had formed. You thanked him profusely and waved goodbye nearly your entire walk to the next booth, until you had to turn the corner and could no longer see your friend. Luckily, Bucky was holding your other hand and leading the way to make sure you didn’t bump into anyone or get lost.

You were about to mourn the end of the best time of your life, when you saw another friend waving to you excitedly.

“Stevie!”

You skipped to his booth and he met you in the middle, picking you up for a bone-crushing hug.

“I missed you, bug!”

“Easy, Rogers. Bubba’s full of sweets and ice cream.”

Steve set you down gently and fixed your clothes that he had messed up. “Sorry, bubba, sorry. Wait–you had ice cream already?”

“Uh huh! We went to Sam’s booth!”

“Aw, you went to Sam’s booth before mine? That’s not fair!” he whined. He put a hand over his chest. “You’re breakin’ my heart, bubba.”

“And he gave me a fire show.”

“And he gave you a fire show?” Steve pretended to cry, putting his head in his hands and allowing sobs to run through his body.

“Stevieee, c’mon!” You wrapped your arms around him and patted his back. “Do you know what Sammy didn’t give to me?”

“What?” Steve asked, still pouting.

“Two hugs!”

Steve stopped his crocodile tears and returned your embrace, swinging you side to side to hear your giggles.

“I guess the hugs make up for me not having any fire. And I’m the best hugger you know, right?”

“I-”

“Let’s go see the sweets I have for you!” he said, cutting you off. He carried you on his hip for the short walk to his booth and set you down at the front of it, because only vendors were allowed in the behind area.

Steve stepped behind the display and fixed his apron. Before he spoke, he puffed out his chest and held out his hands in a theatrical manner.

“Welcome to a slice of paradise! We have every pie you can think of! Apple, pumpkin, pecan, key lime, cherry, strawberry–every American classic! And for the non-pie lovers, I have cheesecakes, tarts, and the best rice krispie treats made with my Ma’s secret recipe.” He ended his speech with a wink.

“Wow! There’s so many! I don’t know which one to choose.” You looked at Bucky for assistance.

“Lucky for you, my little bug, I have a sampler platter!” Steve presented you with a plate of many small squares of everything he was selling, all with different colored toothpicks. “You can try these out and when you decide the one you want, let me know and I’ll serve you a whole slice.”

You giddily took the sampler plate and tried all the samples with Bucky, giving Steve feedback after each bite. When you finished trying all of the sweets, you couldn’t pick just one to have a full slice of.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have another sample plate, please?”

“Sure, but don’t you want a whole slice of your favorite one?”

“I can’t choose a favorite! They’re all so good.”

Steve smiled proudly. “Alright, one more sampler platter for the charmer with the grouchy daddy.”

Bucky grunted while you giggled. “I have one more question.”

Steve nodded while he arranged your next plate. “What’s up?”

“Can I have a scoop of ice cream too? I need to try all of them with it, for science.”

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your alien boss handles the situation

General Plot: You're being harrassed by your customers and your alien boss isn't having it!

Ozil Alien (Cato) x female reader

Word Count: 1k

W: attempted sa, a bit of murder and death of a minor character, sfw alien monster fluff, size difference fluff, somewhat yandere behavior

“Hey sweet tits another round!” your alien customer shouted at you. Turned out there were assholes even in space.

Around him the other miners he was having dinner with chugged their drinks. You scowled, but hurried to refill them. You were a waitress in the only diner on this backwater colony. The only reason anyone was there was to mine or like you, they worked at one of the businesses that supported the mine.

As a female human in space, you were lucky you weren’t one of the enormous aliens that populated space’s pet, but you’d managed to get your galactic citizenship and had a little apartment on this moon.

What few laws there were this far out protected you and the local sheriff was pretty serious about it. They needed small females like you to work in the businesses and luxuries that attracted new miners, he couldn’t let you all get molested.

As fortunate as you were, that could all change quickly, so you needed this job, which meant putting up with the shitty customers.

“Can I get you anything else?” you asked sweetly as you replaced the pitcher of booze for the table.

“How about your com id?” the reptilian alien asked, grabbing your waist with his large hand and pulling you into his lap.

“Hey get off, asshole!” you snarled, trying to hop back down to the floor.

“Awww, don’t be like that scrap, I’ll show you a good time,” he laughed and his friends joined in their greedy eyes all on you. A slimy tentacle from one of the other miners wound around your ankle.

“Why wait till later,” the tentacled alien slurped, “we can have her right here on the table with dinner!”

You screamed since there wasn’t much else to do. The alien outweighed you by probably three hundred pounds, was ten feet tall and you were outnumbered by the rest of them. The other miners in the restaurant focused on their dinners.

Your scream only got louder as the alien’s head exploded into pulpy flesh next to you.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHHH!” you sobbed, scrambling out of his now limp grasp as his headless body tumbled onto the floor.

“You three gonna be a problem, too?” your boss and the owner of the diner, Cato, snarled at the other aliens at the table, who were staring in shock at their dead friend.

They all shook their heads and tapped the spot on the table quickly that processed their credits before shuffling out of the diner.

“Anybody else wanna have a go at her?” he asked the regulars.

No one lifted their heads so he lowered the blaster he kept under the counter and marched over to you.

“You okay, moon beam?” he asked, carefully removing the apron you were wearing that was then soaked in blood.

“I-is…sh-should we…call somebody…or…something…” you sputtered, your eyes still locked on the dead body in front of you. You’d never seen a dead thinking being before, human or alien.

“Nah,” he chuckled, picking you up and turning your face into his chest so you couldn’t see the body, “there’s castle laws on this colony and you’re my mate, so I have the right to kill anyone who touches you.”

You nodded as he carried you to the kitchen, but your mind caught on something he’d said.

“Wait…but I’m not your mate,” you said.

His green skin turned a darker shade of olive and he shifted you to one arm so he could scratch the shaved side of his head. The rest of his hair fell in a dark green wave past his shoulder.

“Well…I kind of registered you as my mate…You’re my only waitress…and if you’re my mate I can protect you better. I hope you don’t mind.” he said.

Your eyes got large.

“But…how?! Don’t I have to be present for something like that to be legal?” you asked.

He looked even more uncomfortable.

“Technically, yes, but the sheriff agreed with me so he pulled some strings. In fact, he wants all the business owners to mate their staff. He thinks it’s better for you females that way,” he explained, “the miners will respect mating marks on you and leave you alone.”

“Mating marks?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“It’s different for every species, Ozil like me mark their mates with cuffs which I think is better than the ones who bite them to leave scars.”

You blanched, considering that it was probably good you were spared from being bitten and disfigured.

“I hope I haven’t disappointed you,” he murmured, suddenly shy.

Blinking at Cato you thought about it. He was quite handsome, looking very human for a ten foot tall, green alien with the exception of his tusks, which gave his bottom lip a bit of a cute pout. It would be nice to have a big strong mate to snuggle with at night. It had been pretty lonely out in space all by yourself, not really knowing who you could trust. If you could trust him, things might be better.

“N-no…I suppose I don’t mind, if you promise to be good to me,” you said softly.

He grinned and carried you up to the residence above the diner, forgetting about the patrons below. They could all pay themselves with the table and who wanted to order a meal with a dead body bleeding out on the floor? The restaurant would soon be empty.

“I had these made for you, but I’ve been scared to give them to you,” he admitted, popping open a small box.

Inside were two small gold cuffs engraved with a pretty geometric pattern. It almost looked like something ancient Greek, but not quite.

“Do you like them?” he asked, his big brown eyes looking to yours for approval, “the design is my family’s sigil.”

“They're very pretty, would you put them on me?” you asked.

He put you down on the floor and knelt in front of you, carefully lifting your much smaller wrist in his large hand. Snapping each one onto a wrist he examined his work when he was done, letting your tiny fingers rest on his.

“What do you think?”

You smiled and tipped forward on your toes, giving him a soft kiss on his bottom lip. His big hands drifted up your body until they engulfed your head and he pulled you into a much deeper one.

“They’re perfect,” you beamed.

He frowned at you and for a moment you worried, you’d said something wrong.

“You’re covered in blood,” he commented, “let’s get you in the bath, then we can move your stuff over here.”

You grinned and let him carry you away, forgetting entirely about the dead alien downstairs.

#yandere fluff #alien boyfriend #alien romance #alien fluff #monster fluff #monster x human #alien x human #x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere male #size difference

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Heya! Same patchwork anon here >:]

Im so glad you like the idea! And id definitely see Vash being so protective of it, but sir we need to clean that omg 😩

But i did wanna shoot another reply cause i had another thought (Its 3am, so its the perfect time for thoughts) but imagine instead of white solid thread for Nai's janky ass milk puzzle blanket, its instead stitched with colored thread to at least give it some more life :0

I do like the idea that Nai just keeps it hidden, but imagine Nai's mate finding it and wanting to improve on it more, so little by little theyve been hand-embroiddering stuff on each patch to give it more life, and Nai doesnt notice cause he doesnt really lay it out often, and one day he just has this urge to look at it again, maybe give it a chance and add it to the nest, afterall its the thought that counts right? but then he spreads it out and sees the different embroiderry, like hearts or flowers that Nai's mate saw in books~ Theres even an ongoing embroiderry that makes it clear that his mate has been stitching this behind his back lol

(okay thats all sorry for the ramble im just so weak for them huhu)

Authors Note: Oh my gosh??? I'm so sorry for being away everyone work is busy busy busy rn, gotta serve up some of my drafts fr...anyways! Patchwork anon strikes again! You know nesting hc's are my weakness I had to indulge, R.I.P. Knives milk puzzle.

In reference to both of these post: Nesting Hc's, Patchwork Anon

A Blanket of Many Colors, Knives x Reader

You run your fingers over the blanket you had gifted Nai, the patchwork of white making the blanket look more like a haphazard ghost costume rather than a gift you'd painstakingly sown together. You sigh, you didn't really blame Nai for hiding it away in fact you'd been a be relived when you found out your mate kept the scraggly piece of fabric at all. While the vision had been there the end result had ended up lack luster at best.

You groan, about to tuck it back away in its hiding spot for good when you pause over one of the squares. Although by itself it wasn't much...it'd be the perfect base for something else. You think of what you could fill the tiles with, you had more than enough colored thread to add a bit of life to it, you mull over a couple options before remembering the book of flowers Nai had shown you once, his expression had soften as he explained the differences between each species. Inspired, you quickly grab the blanket and march over to the large bookcase in the corner of Nai's room, running your fingers over the spines of the books trying to find the correct one.

"c'mon...it's gotta be here somewh- ah!" you say triumphantly, pulling out the book containing pictures hundreds of different flowers. You'd been amazed when Nai first showed you, plants like this didn't bloom on Gunsmoke, so the idea of their soft petals were all you had to go off of. You quickly flip through the book picking out one of the flowers and grab some red thread and a needle, ready to go to work.

Some where along the way this little practice had become routine for you. Every time Nai was away or you were bored you'd sneak over to the cabinet your mate had stored the blanket and add a small embroidery. Adding a different flower every time until the blanket was becoming a colorful tapestry of your own making. You weren't sure if Nai even knew what you were doing, if he did he didn't say anything about it. So you continued the harmless pass time figuring he had just forgotten about the gift to collect dust.

He hadn't. Nai was, admittedly, particular when it came to his nest and he knew it. He'd mull over the sheets over and over making sure they were the same shade of white and that they were both soft and large enough. When you had presented him with the hand made blanket...it wasn't that he didn't apricate a gift from his beloved mate, it's just that he cringed internally anytime he thought about it in his nest. He couldn't bring himself to throw away something made by your hands though, so he had stored it away for safe keeping, not wanting anyone else to get their filthy hands on something made specifically for him.

It wasn't until a couple months and one tedious day later that he found himself marching towards his quarters. His instincts where screaming to wind down and drag you into the nest with him but you were out in Ja'Lai, escorted by Legato. He huffs, thinking of grabbing some of your clothes to add to the nest for your scent but then grimaces at the idea of all that disorganized fabric against the white sheets and pillows. He pauses looking at the cabinet that contained the gift you had made all that time ago. Although he still bristles slightly at the idea of it sprawled out in his nest...maybe it's the thought that counts? No. Absolutely not. But he could at least drag it out for a little while, maybe it wasn't as bad as he remembered.

Nai opens the cabinet and reaches in for the blanket but when he pulls it out...his eyes go wide. He holds it up so that he had a better view of what he's seeing, flowers he had only seen as a child blossom against the white fabric painting a scene of an intricate garden that only his memories and dreams could recreate. Had his mate been doing this the whole time? He tilts his head and gently traces the patters of the petals and whining stems that adorns the blanket now, then...he glances up towards his nest.

"Nai? You you here?" you call walking towards your shared room. The others had informed you of your mates arrival while you were out in town and you were eager to welcome him with open arms. You pad in, cold floor beneath you feet. He must be curled up in the nest it's where he liked to recharge after being gone. You walk towards the bed where you know a heap of white blankets and pillows is waiting as you quietly peek in the room. Your mate is in the nest alright, but...instead of the usual stark white, a myriad of color litters the top. Your blanket, you realize, is now the main center piece of the nest, curled securely around your sleeping mate as he purrs in his sleep, plant marking glowing softly. It seems...he liked the gift after all.

#knives x you #knives x reader #trigun x reader #knives millions #patchwork anon at it again #nesting plants...my heart

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Mending Your Pain: Mark Hoffman NSFW

AN: Ive had this written for a while but I’ve never uploaded on here before and tbh i don’t think my work is up to par with other creators. I thought id give it a shot though. I have more of the series posted on my instagram which is the same as my tumblr.

TW: light blood play, degrading, praise, rough sex, oral (m and f receiving)

I wake up to a rustling sound in my living room. I turn to look at my clock. Jeez, its 2 am, what could be going on?

I get up and begin to walk out my bedroom door. I hear a familiar groan in the hallway. “Mark?,” i ask to the darkness in front of me.

I find the light switch and flick it on. He’s standing there, a gash on his forehead, a busted and bleeding nose and a busted lip. Thats just what i can see.

“Hey princess,” he says as i run to him.

He’s holding his side and is clearly in pain. “What happened?”

“A call didn’t go so well. He had some friends i didn’t know about and i didn’t have backup.”

I go to touch his side and he groans.

“Shouldn’t you be at a hospital?”

He’s breathing heavy.

“I probably should, but my princess always makes me feel better.”

I smile. I still think he should go to the doctor but maybe i can help. Ive been trained in some medical stuff which he probably already knows. “Here ill take a look.”

I take him back to my bedroom and sit him in my chair.

“You look good in my shirt baby,” he says.

I forgot i was wearing it. I put it on the night before because i missed him and wanted to feel comforted by him.

I go and get my first aid kit and my sewing kit incase i need it. I come back in and he’s sitting with his legs spread open, slumped down in my chair, smiling at me. I know he’s trying to get me going.

First, i check his nose and make sure it isn’t broken. When i touch it he grunts a little.

“Its not broken but it’ll definitely be bruised,” i tell him.

I take a wipe and wipe the blood from his nose and put a bandage on it. His lip will have to heal on its own but i can at least clean it up.

As i lean over and wipe his lip, he’s looking me deep into my eyes, his hands working their way up my back. He’s making me nervous.

I swallow back my emotions and continue to clean up his lip. Its his head that I’m worried about. I rinse it out with saline solution and dab it with gauze. I don’t think it’ll close up on its own.

“I think you’re gonna need a few stitches, can you handle that?,” i ask.

I look him in his eyes.

“Yeah, i can handle that. I have a high pain tolerance, go ahead,” he says in a certain kind of voice.

I open up my kit and grab a needle and thread. I get it ready and grab my lighter to sterilize it. As I’m about to loop it through the gash, his hand goes and sits on my ass.

“Just looking for something to squeeze if it hurts too bad.”

I roll my eyes at him. He grabs my throat and forces me to look at him.

“You wanna do that again?,” he says with a look in his eyes that he’ll make my eyes roll in a different way if i keep on.

“N-no… sir” i say.

He releases my throat and i can actually do what i need to. I get it looped through the first part and he’s squeezing my ass. I knew he was going to even if it didn’t hurt.

I continue with the stitches until i get most of it closed. When i get to the last stitch, i pull it all together and knot the end. I cut the thread and dab it with more cleaning solution.

“Okay, its all done,” i say.

I move and turn away from him for a second. I hear him stand up.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?,” i hear him say.

I turn back around to face him. I don’t know why he’s making me feel so nervous, like I’m a teenager facing my crush in a school hallway.

He’s taking off his jacket and lays it on the chair. The shirt he’s wearing is tight and conforms to his figure. Bits around his neck and armpits have sweat stains. I swallow again, holding back the throbbing thats begun below. He lifts his shirt up and pulls it off. I notice the giant purple and blue blotch that contains the pain he’s feeling. I notice other things that keep my eye focused on him.

His pants have slightly fallen to where i can see his v line leading to something i want so badly right now. What i would give to trace it with my tongue. His body is glistening with sweat in the path of my light.

“Aren’t you gonna come look at it?,” he says as he walks towards me.

He’s borderline on top of me, his broad frame making him seem bigger.

“S-sure,” i say, still not looking up at him.

I put my hands on his side and press around. He groans, not in enough pain to have an injury; just a giant bruise.

“I think you’re okay,” i say.

Im still admiring his body, the ways his muscles contort under his skin and thickness when he moves. My eyes move to his waist and hips, a perfect place for my legs to be wrapped around.

“Actually, i think i have some cuts on my thighs,” he says as he starts undoing his belt.

My insides and clit are throbbing like the beat to a metal song. He takes off his belt and steps out of his pants. I do notice some minor cuts on his thighs, but what i really notice is hard to look away from.

He’s wearing tight, dark blue underwear that conform to his hips and thighs and… him, greatly. Him. His cock is hard and going down his leg, twitching every now and then, like its begging to be emptied inside me. Im sure my face is flushed and my legs are shaking. He wants me to give in and break, but i wont. Not now.

“You should be fine, they’re just little scratches,” i say.

“Hm, maybe you should check my back then.”

He turns around like he knows he’s breaking me. He is, but he doesn’t have to know that. His back. God, his back. It’s sculpted and firm. The muscles he uses to carry me and throw me around like a rag-doll. My eyes move further down to his ass which is being held nicely in the underwear. Theres maybe one tiny scratch on his back.

“Your back is fine,” i tell him.

He turns around to face me. He’s looking at me, pondering whats going through my mind right now. He puts his hand on the desk beside my leg that hes now backed me up onto.

“Let me guess… you don’t want to give in and say that you were looking at my body and all of the dirty things it does to you. You think that you’re stronger than your urges for me and you want to try to make a point?,” he says while looking in my eyes.

Theres the nervousness again. I don’t have to respond, my face says it all. He takes my hand and puts it to his chest and slowly runs it down his body, my fingers pressing into his warm flesh.

He keeps going slowly until he gets to the band of his underwear. He starts to pull down his underwear using our hands. I don’t know how much longer i can take.

My insides are begging me to give up and let him take me but i want to hold out. He pulls his underwear down past his cock and it springs out. He lets out a breathy moan in my ear. He has a drop of pre cum dripping down his tip, still throbbing in sync with my insides. God i cant speak anymore, all i can do is stand here and let out little whines like a dog begging for food. I need the pleasure only he can give.

“Hmm, I’m impressed princess. But we both know you cant handle the way i touch you.”

He runs his nails gently up my thigh, his hand spreading to cup my thigh at the top. I cant break eye contact with his cock. He tilts my chin up to look at him, I’m biting my tongue.

“I know, its hard to not look at. Its big and makes you feel so good doesn’t it? You like the way I throb while I empty myself inside you?,” he says as he tucks my hair behind my ear.

It feels like I can’t breathe. I can’t- i cant do it anymore. I can’t think about anything but having him inside of me, releasing the tension thats built inside me.

“Please..” I whimper.

I run my hands up and down his body.

“Please what?,” he says, his hand going up my back. He moves closer so that his cock is resting on my thigh.

“I need you to- to take me,” i say, unable to form my words right.

“Hmm, i don’t understand?,” he says as he brushes my hair away and starts kissing my neck. “Do you want me baby?,” he whispers in my ear.

Thats it. I wrap my legs and arms around him, grinding onto his leg. He grabs my throat and squeezes.

“Tell me that you want me, get on your fucking knees and beg for me,” he groans. He backs off of me and i get down on my knees. He rubs his tip on my lip and i taste his salty pre cum.

“I want you inside of me,” i hear myself say,” i want to trace the dips of your muscles with my tongue,” i add on, hoping that he’ll give me something that will stop me from soaking my underwear.

He looks down at me and licks his lip. “Then go right ahead.”

Sometimes the way he looks at me, it tells me he could never say no to me. He loves the feeling of my mouth around his cock. You know what? He deserves to be teased too. I don’t take his cock in my mouth. I pull down his underwear and kiss on his thighs leading up to his stomach. I lick a streak up the contour of his v line. I look up and his jaw is tense. I’m getting somewhere.

His hand goes on the back of my head and presses me closer to him. I need him just as badly as he needs me.

“I suggest you put it in your mouth before i shove it in,” he says.

I give into him. I take him in my hand and put his tip in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, but i have a different plan. I know where his sensitive spot is. I move underneath his cock where his tip meets his shaft. I gently suck on that and his hands instantly grab onto my head.

“Fuck,” he groans before he pulls my head away entirely. His cock throbs. Guess he couldn’t handle it.

“You couldn’t handle me sucking your cock?,” i say in a tone that will definitely come back to haunt me later.

“Oh ill teach you a lesson on not being able to handle something.” He pulls me up by the throat and takes me to the bed. “You’ve barely seen what my tongue can do to you. I already can make you break so easily. I will end you this time.”

He lays me down and pulls off my underwear, pulling up my shirt enough to expose my breasts. He puts his mouth to my hole and i cant even describe what he does.

He starts to suck and lick and kiss and bite all at once it feels like. The pleasure is so intense my back arches, i grab onto him and try to push him away. He’s holding onto me tightly. I cant get away from him. I shouldn’t have teased him.

My hips squirm without me even trying to. My legs are shaking as he holds them down. The combination of how sensitive my clit is from being so fucking turned on and what he’s doing with his mouth is so intense. Im flooding his mouth and he doesn’t stop, he’ll never stop. Every time i cum i get more and more sensitive.

“Please,” i beg and whimper over and over again.

He keeps going for what feels like forever. I’ve lost count of the orgasms just from his mouth. My body keeps reacting to the movements of his tongue, but i feel like I’m going to pass out again. My tight grip on his hair has gotten to me just resting my hands on his head. My body is aching for more. The muscles in my thighs can’t tighten around his head anymore.

When i stop begging for mercy, he finally stops. His face slick and glistening with my juices. He crawls on top of me and makes me look him in the eye with a firm grip on my chin.

“Do you understand me?,” he asks.

I make out a breathy “yes”. I just realized we haven’t even had sex yet and I’m already so worn out.

“Don’t worry princess, ill be gentle.”

I still want him inside me, i just don’t know how much i can handle. He slides into me and i let out a whine. He pulls up my legs to rest on his shoulders. He holds my hips as he slowly thrusts into me. His mouth falls slightly open as small moans escape from his lips. He brushes my hair behind my ear out of my face.

“I like fucking you in my shirt, you look so pretty and ruined in it.” His thrusts start to speed up little by little.

Soon he starts doing that final thrust that feels incredible. The way he curls his hips just a bit at the end drives me wild. I don’t even care if i cum again tonight, i just want his cum inside me. I crave it.

He kisses me and i taste the blood on his lips. It sounds gross, but it only makes me want him more. Soon we’re wrapped around each other, kissing, sweating, begging for each other. I bite his busted lip and he groans. His cock throbs in me. Maybe he secretly likes pain a little too.

I taste his fresh blood in my mouth. His hand goes around my throat and breaks the kiss. He stops thrusting. He wipes his lip off with his thumb.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

I open my mouth and he rubs his blood stained thumb on my tongue. Maybe I’m as fucked up as he is. I suck the rest of his blood off. He smiles down at me.

“God you’re a dirty girl aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” i tell him.

He kisses me harshly and starts thrusting even faster. “Dirty girls make me want to fill their insides with my cum.”

Im moaning for him again. “Please cum inside me,” i beg.

“Yeah? You haven’t had a load inside of you in a little while. Maybe thats why you’re so fucking tight around me. Your body wants my cum that bad?” His thrusts are getting sloppy. His moans are getting louder.

I want him to cum so badly. He’s holding onto me so tightly. “God you’re gonna fucking make me cum,” he accidentally whimpers.

He’s never made such a noise but it makes my insides quiver. The vein in his forehead pops out and his jaw tenses. He’s so close. I think i know how to get him to cum.

“Cum inside me daddy,” I whisper in his ear.

He groans and throbs as he finishes in me. I squeeze his cock tightly and milk him dry. He paints my walls with his warm seed until he’s empty. His hand goes around my neck.

“Call me that one more fucking time and ill make it the last thing you say before you get my cock rammed down your throat.” He knows he secretly likes it when i do it.

He pulls out of me and his cum pours out, gushing down my ass and off the bed. He grabs his clothes and puts them back on, wincing if something hits his side.

I slide off of the bed and stand like a newborn deer. My legs are shaking so badly and his cum is still dripping down my leg.

“I have some work to do. Ill come back and see you when I’m done.”

I walk over to him and he holds me up by my waist. He kisses me and i feel like i know what work he has to do. Whether its with that john guy or his police work, he always kisses me like it could be our last.

“Thank you for taking care of me princess. I have one request,” he says.

“What?” He grabs my underwear and hands them to me.

“You put these on and sleep in the mess i made inside you.” I listen to him and put my underwear back on.

“Good girl. I love you,” he says as he puts me in bed and tucks me in before leaving.

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sunflower, chapter eight

summary: just a cute little valentines date

warnings: references to 9x15, Valentine’s Day, playing board games, dancing, kissing, making out, dry humping, JJ being a cockblock

word count: 1895

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Looking down at the caller id, you couldn’t help but smile, “hi, Spencer!”

“Y/n, hey,” you heard his voice over the phone, “how are you?”

“I’m fine, thanks. Just working on this still life.”

“Oh really, what of?”

“Oh, you know, just this apple I had laying around. It’s one of those that’s kinda pink inside, so I cut it open.”

“That sounds really pretty, I can wait to see it,” you’re not sure what, but there was something in his voice.

Now a bit worried, you asked, “Is everything alright over there in, um, where are you again?”

“Pittsburgh,” he reminded you, “yeah it’s going fine.”

“Oh, I just thought it sounded like there was something going on.”

“Well, no, not with the case, there was just something else that I wanted to ask you,” he said nervously, “so, it’s valentine’s day in a few days.”

“It is?” you asked, generally unaware.

“Yeah, it is. I just thought maybe we could go out on a date?” he asked hesitantly, “it occurred to me that we haven’t really done that yet…”

“Oh,” you breathed out, “I, um, no.”

“What?”

“No, it’s not that. I do wanna go out on a date with you, but I don’t wanna go out on a date with you,” you emphasized, trying to make him understand what you meant.

“What do you mean?” he sounded slightly hurt.

“I’m sorry, this is coming out in the wrong way. I’m not trying to reject you, I really really like you,” you were starting to panic, “it’s just, dates aren’t really made for me. You know, dinner and a movie, not really my idea of fun, both very stressful activities in my book. So, no. I’m sorry I don’t want to do that. Even though you will be there and that will make it a bit easier, I still don’t want to. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, well,” he thought out loud, “can’t we just make our own definition of what a date is?”

“We can?” that honestly hadn’t occurred as an option to you.

“Yeah, who’s gonna stop us?” he smiled, and then asked you again, this time with more confidence in his voice, “Y/n, do you wanna go on a date with me?”

Trusting him implicitly, you breathed out, “yeah, okay. But what are we gonna do?”

“I think I have some ideas,” he said brightly, “shall we say Friday? I’ll probably be back by then.”

“Sure, Friday, I’ll see you there.”

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you ran your hands down your body, smoothing out the fabric of your blue flowy dress, then stepping a bit closer, to fix your hair. Both trying to fluff it up and also smooth it out, the effort didn’t do much of a difference in the end, just kind of made it frizzier.

The knocking at your door startled you and did not help the nerves that had been building over the past few days. Stepping out to answer the door, you opened it. The sight calmed you, after all, it was just him. It’s just Spencer. Standing there, looking phenomenal as ever, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Hi,” you let out a nervous giggle.

“Hi,” he breathed out, letting his eyes absorb the effort you’d put into your looks for the occasion, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful too,” you pointed out.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and when you nodded, he added, “great, just lock your door and come with me.”

Doing what he asked, you then followed him and almost collided when he stopped at his own door and swung it open.

“I was thinking,” he started, holding the door open for you, letting you in first, “that we could play a game?”

“A game? What like chess? Or go?” you offered, jokingly, “I thought we already established that I’m not very good at those.”

“If that’s the games you wanna play, then sure, but I thought you could choose tonight.”

“Really?” you questioned, not really believing him, “I get to choose? And you won’t complain, no matter what I pick?”

“I won’t,” he promised.

Walking over to the bookcase that had a stack of board games on the lowest shelf, you bent down to look at the selection, “hmm,” then with a glint in your eye, you took your pick.

Straightening up again, with the box in hand, you just managed to catch the tail end of Spencer checking you out. “Here,” you offered it to him.

“Really? Is this what you wanna play?” he complained lightly.

“Oh, absolutely. I wanna beat you at Jenga” you challenged with a smile, “why do you even have it?”

Sitting down and opening the box, “because I’m a great godparent,” he poured the pieces out onto the coffee table. Helping each other, building the tower quickly, you suggested right before finishing, “alright, Vegas man, why don’t we make this interesting, winner gets a price?”

“What kind of price?” he smirked, putting the last wooden block in place.

“Winner chooses.”

“Deal.”

And with that, the game was afoot. Now, Spencer had previously joked about his lack of physical prowess but seeing it now first-hand was something else. You’d always thought he was just hard on himself, he was an FBI agent, after all, you’d just assumed that it was just in comparison to his co-workers, but no. Doctor Spencer Reid really was bad at physical things.

Mumbling stuff about physics and finding the right angle, none of his theories worked out as planned. Fumbling with the pieces, he nearly knocked the tower over multiple times. You tried your best not to laugh at his obvious failure, but it was just so cute, he took it so seriously.

Once all the easy-to-grab blocks were gone, it didn’t take long before the tower collapsed. It was Spencer who made it fall, of course. When he did, he let out a string of curse words, making you laugh. You had never heard him curse before, not that you were complaining, like any words, these foul ones were just as beautiful as poetry to your ears when spoken by him. The passion that came along with them didn’t hurt either.

Calming down a bit after the small explosion of frustration, he questioned, “alright, champ. What do you want?”

Smiling, you stood up and reached out your hand for him, “dance with me.”

“What?” he chuckled.

“I want you to dance with me. That’s my price.”

“But there’s not any music,” he tried.

“Oh, I can fix that,” skipping over to his old record player, you picked out something that looked to be slow and put it on. Once the soft music started, you turned around and looked at him, “Spencer Reid, can I have this dance?”

Pushing himself up to a standing position, he admitted “I don’t really know how.”

“Who said that I know how to dance?” you smiled, snatching up his hands, “we don’t have to make it look pretty. Just, hold me and sway,” sliding one of your hands up onto his shoulder.

Hesitantly, he placed his left hand on your waist, pulling you closer. It took about half the song before he relaxed, and your stiff movements became more free and loose. He started to spin you around and twirl you out, so that there was some distance between your bodies and only your hands kept you connected.

Once the next song started, it vibrated a different mood out into the room. You slowed down your swaying and moved closer to him, letting your hand drift down to his chest and resting the side of your head there as well.

You felt his left arm move higher and wrap itself around you, holding you close, still clasping onto the hand that you retracted from its outstretched angle. Breathing in his scent, you smiled. You felt so safe. Right here in Spencer’s arms. He leaned his cheek against the top of your head, only helping to close the warm cocoon completely.

Hearing him sigh at the comforting feeling, he kissed your hair. Tilting your head up to catch his lips with your own, he finally let go of your hand to touch your cheek.

Moving your arms up to drape them around his neck, the kiss quickly turned heated. Hands wandering, tongues dancing, at some point, your bodies found themselves on the couch, you straddling his lap.

Settling down on him completely, the contact felt so good that you didn’t hold back. You grinded your core into his, letting out a small whimper. His palms firmly found their way to the curve of your ass, squeezing and helping along with your movements.

Pulling your head away from the passionate kiss, you breathed heavy, struggling to keep your eyes open. His lips never left your skin, travelling over your jaw and down your neck. Your dress had ridden up and your thighs were now out on full display. One of your hands found the nape of his neck, lightly scratching his scalp.

Arching your back a bit, you managed to hit the most exquisite and ecstasy-inducing spot, over and over again, making you moan. Closing your eyes, you felt him take control of your hips movements, pressing you down harder against him. Having only really your underwear as a barrier, the friction his hardness gave you was delicious.

Just as your fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt, the sound of his phone rang, “fuck,” he pulled away, panting, reaching down to fish it out of his pocket. Even after what you’d just been doing, the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare thigh still made you shiver.

Bringing it up to his ear, you heard him say, “yeah?” and god if his voice didn’t make you want to just take the phone and chuck it across the room so you could have your way with him. “okay JJ, I’ll be there in, um, 40 minutes. Bye,” he hung up, looking at you with heavy lids.

Reaching a hand down to fix the strap that had fallen off your shoulder, his eyes followed your movements.

“You have to go, right?” you bit your bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “please don’t look at me like that, you’re making this so much harder” softly running his hand up and down your arm.

Damn your mind being in a dirty mood, you let out a laugh, “yeah, I can feel how hard it is for you,” you rolled your hips one last time.

Groaning at the feeling, he grabbed onto your hips and warned you, “Y/n, this is not funny,” then you scooted back a bit, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, taking a hold of his hand, and squeezing it lightly, “walk me home?”

Letting out a small sigh, he smiled, “yeah.”

Crawling off him, you first tugged down your dress and then reached out a hand to help him up as well. Keeping your fingers interlocked, the two of you walked the short distance to your door. Giving you one last kiss, you told him, “I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too.”

Lifting your hands up, you gave the back of his a small kiss before letting go of it, “goodnight, Spencer.”

“Night,” he breathed out, dreamily.

next chapter

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lanaswritingbook · 1 year

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The boss’s idea

I made this a long time ago hope you enjoy :)

Errors along the way just to lazy to fix

Spencer has always been a little standoffish to me since I joined the BAU three years ago. So I’m still the newest, when I joined everyone welcomed me and we all got along fine. I got closer to Penelope Garcia of course but I couldn’t help but notice the team genius and I barely talk or knew anything about each other.

It was my first day at the BAU and I was nervous as ever. Kept checking the mirror every second I got before leaving for my new job. The outfits were very professional but very uncomfortable, the pants fitted but they were very tight showing each curve, the shirt sorta tight showing my back rolls and stomach. But I did look as good as I could and with that I left for a new start.

Arriving at the BAU I got my ID and headed to the clear doors. Before I could open it a handsome darker man opened it for me. “Here you go Miss” he smiled opening his hand to shake “Thank you so much. Uh do you know were Aaron Hotchner is?” He chuckled “You must be Yn Ln, I’m Derek Morgan. And yes he’s in that room up there. I could show you if you want?” He smirked.

We walked into the busy room seeing people walk by. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be fi-“ I was stopped by a very colorful dressed women. “Hi, oh my gosh! You must be Yn It’s so nice to finally meet to you! I’m Penelope Garcia the best Tech Genius in the whole entire world” she came in giving me a huge hug. “Chill babygirl dont kill her before she can work” Morgan laughed.

“Oh no she’s fine. It’s so nice to meet you too I hope we can become good friends!” turning back to smile at the blonde. “Hello you must be Yn I’m Agent Aaron Hotchner if your ready you could meet everyone else in the the board room we have a case.” I nod following his fast pace “I just wanna say thank you sir this is such a honor thanks for this opportunity” he smiled opening the door for me.

“Yn you did this, your a very bright girl you got yourself to this position I should be thanking you for another great agent. Now sit anywhere you’d like.” I smile going to a seat on the side. Three more people walked in a older man, a taller dark haired women she was so pretty, and a shorter blonde lady. Then shortly after a tall brunet walked in. I think I just died I have never seen such a beautiful man before. They way his hair fell messy all over his head made me turn red.

“Everyone please meet Yn Ln the newest member of the team.” He motioned them to me they all said hello’s except for the man of my dreams. “Uh sorry about him he’s just not really used to new people. I’m Emily Prentiss, thats David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau aka JJ, and the silent man himself Spencer Reid.” I nod making sure to remember Spencers name.

While Emily talked I didn’t notice he sat next to me not saying a word reading a book and turning the pages unbelievably fast. “Uhm I’m Yn your Spencer right?” I try making a little small talk sticking out my hand so he could shake. “Yes sorry about that I’m a little distracted. But I dont shake hands did you know its more safer to kiss then touch hands?” I laugh a bit at his quick fact but I worry because he still hadn’t looked at me.

“I see well nice to meet you” . He hums but I notice his cheeks become red.

And still to this day all he respond with is hums or only full sentences when he’s working the case with me.

We had just finished a hard case and everyone was extremely tired so Hotch decided that we could stay a night longer even though we had to go to a different hotel. When we arrived I hoped i would get a room to myself again but of course that didn’t happen. “We’re gonna have to double up tonight everyone. Rossi and I will share, Garcia and Morgan, JJ and Prentiss, Ln and Reid everyone have a good nights rest” When Hotch finished everyone looked at me smirking.

But of course Spencer was pretending I wasn’t there. “What are y’all looking at?” They scurry away going to there rooms chuckling. It was a awkward ride in the elevator we didn’t speak only looking at each other once in a while. As soon as the doors the open and we hear the ding he quickly walks out going to the room waiting for me to unlock it.

Putting the keycard in and opening it we drop our bags in disbelief there’s one fucking bed. “I will go downstairs and request another room” I sigh about to walk out. “No its fine Hotch said they’re short on rooms I don’t mind if you dont” he played with his hands looking me in the eyes. First time in forever.

“Yeah its fine with me I’m just really tired do you mind if I shower first” he nods “Yeah go ahead I need to catch up on some reading anyway.” He sat on a small chair in the corner. I smile to myself at how fast he got comfy. Getting my bag and my pajamas out I hurry to the shower ready to hit the hay.

Once I was out I did my skin routine then left the bathroom for Reid. “It’s all yours.” He looked up and smiled a bit heading to the bathroom. After fixing the bed I finally lay down and try to plan how not to touch Spencer tonight with me being a wild sleeper. I do a little reading of my own my favorite app Tumblr having all my favorite fan fics on there. Sure I’m a grown women who has a government job but I can still live out my teenage dream.

“Hey Yn I dont mind sleeping on the floor if it makes you uncomfortable” he said as his drenched hair made water drop onto the ground. “It’s ok I’m fine” a slight blush appeared onto my cheeks. Ew look at that me crushing like I’m in high school on a guy who doesn’t even like me.

He nodded getting into the bed being stiff as ever “I’m gonna turn the lights out that cool?” He whispered trying to get comfortable. “Yeah go ahead.” I yawn turning on my back. The lamp clicked and he laid back. It was silent for a few minutes while I thought. “Spencer?” I tap my fingers on my stomach “Yes Yn?” I take a few moments before responding “Why.. why do you not like me?” finally getting that off my chest.

“Not like you? If anything I like you too much.” He sat up confused only being able to see his silhouette through the dark room. “Well you dont talk to me and every time I come around you leave” I sigh out. “I’m so so dumb. I am very sorry Yn I didn’t mean to make it come out that way.” He turned towards me

“Then what were you trying to do Reid?” Facing him “I- I like you Yn but I could never tell you because all the people I lov- like they get hurt and I dont want you to get hurt Yn. So I guess I showed it in the wrong way I’m sorry.” A slight grin on my face knowing the guy I had a crush on forever likes me back.

“Spencer can I ask you a question?” Scooting closer to him “Yeah Yn?” He licked his lips a habit of his “Can I kiss you” and before I could even get a response his hands were on my face pulling me in. As our lips collided all that hate I thought he had for me slipped away. “Yn you have no Idea how long Ive wanted to do that” he chuckles pulling away. “Me too Spence” looking into his deep brown eyes.

On the plane back Spence and I were buddied up on the couch talking about books and movies when we felt everyone staring at us. “Hotch you were smart rooming them together because that tension could cut like a knife..” Morgan fist bumped him while we rolled our eyes.

I guess all it took was time and Hotch’s secret dating services.

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #derek morgan #penelope garcia #plus size reader #spencer reid x plus size reader #fluff

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hanasnx · 6 months

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some updates while i’m here. i miss you! whether you’re a casual enjoyer of my blog & i see you in my notes, or my mutuals, or my followers, i’ve been thinking of you :) rare vulnerable moment i do cherish this blog and all your well wishes. thank you very much. i was right, typing is a huge strain and taking a break has been very good for my hands, so i’m going to keep at it.

some things:

don’t be afraid to keep sending me asks! they’re a great joy to me, i love seeing a notif in the inbox. i’ve gotten a fair few already that i’m excited to respond to when i can come back.

i did post a fred weasley drabble and not that i have to explain myself but i wanted to say i’ve been watching the harry potter movies. i’ve never seen them in their entirety, and the earlier ones have always been christmas movies in my house so to speak so i figured id give them a fair shot. i did read the books, and i’ve seen bits and pieces of the movies (hence my interest in fred weasley when i was a tween, but seeing him again made me wanna write for him for the first time in years)

also! a very kind anon told me earlier that my response to someone wrongfully making an ai chat bot of my content was an overreaction. it was “not that deep,” i believe was the colloquial term used. so the inherent content theft of ai invading free creative spaces is solved everyone! well done! very special thanks to the anon that let me know i was overreacting towards something i am passionate about and had a strong feeling towards! wow :) i never would’ve seen it like that. genuinely i am sorry anon that you’re ugly irl and your mommy doesn’t love you, which is why you feel like you can’t have a backbone over certain things. maybe you should stop consuming the free content creators provide on tumblr because you feel so secure in criticizing the selfless service <3 it’s giving: “im an old bigot that thinks ppl must be talentless and stupid when they work at mcdonald’s, but i’m still going to eat the food from there.” you’ve been blocked btw so you’re not offended by my use of free will when making free content on the internet for your grubby little hands to get a hold of and your smooth brain to criticize my right to share my personal opinions.

because the internet is the way it is, getting “hate” online has never really bothered me since i’ve always been a person with a large enough platform for years. it’s very easy for me to ignore and block and never answer whoever has decided to send some worthless hate message. which is probably why i almost never get hate anymore but it does happen occasionally. this was different since it wasn’t an attack on me per se, more so someone trying to admonish me for having a fair reaction towards something offensive. so i’m here to tell you it’s alright to treat strangers on the internet as strangers. you’re allowed to reinforce boundaries. you’re allowed to tell people you do not appreciate their actions towards you, and don’t leave room for argument. i am a very direct person, which means i told that person firmly that they needed to delete that ai chat bot they made of my au without my consent. and i did it without remorse. and i was told “it wasn’t that deep.” well it was. and it is. it is that deep because it’s deep to me, and i know it’s something that happens to others and it is that deep to them too. so what’s the problem in it being that deep? there is none :) let things be deep. be sincere. it is very important.

also if you make ai chat bots without creator’s consent when using their content you’re a piece of shit and doing a disservice to the very person you’re trying to exalt. take a step back and reevaluate how ai harms your interests rather than progresses them as well as the creators you claim your respect and cherish. you’re a victim of propaganda, my friend! and i prolly wouldn’t have made this post if anon hadn’t said anything. so maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut since they didn’t wanna see shit like this so bad lmfao

now that that’s out of the way, i am sending wet fat sloppy kisses to everyone’s lips tell me when you receive them

#fuck ai #indy lore #updates #tw vent

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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with halloween coming up, i was thinking about a reader who loves the idea of the day - dressing up, handing out candy to the little kids in their costumes trick-or-treating, pumpkin carving, that kinda stuff - with a partner who couldn’t really care less but still wants to see the reader happy. my only thing is that idk who to choose for this :( i thought of daryl or negan but idk if this idea would work in their universe since everyday is kinda like halloween 😂 maybe this could work for eddie? idk :/

THIS IS SOOOOOOOO CUTE OMG. Kind of a vague spoiler bestie.

"You look like a stormtrooper, Daryl." I giggle, his eyes looking down at his uniform, his lips tugging down into a frown. Judith and RJ look between us with furrowed brows, not understanding the reference so I wave them off with a chuckle.

"You're mean." Daryl mutters, shoving me and the kids towards the street where all of the children bustle about, happy grins on all of their faces. "Aye!" RJ and Judith turn back to look at Daryl with curious gazes. "You stay in sight, got it?" He asks, pointing between the two of them and when he sees them nod, he shoos them off. Once they're a good distance away, Daryl turns to me with a happy smile, his eyes squinting in the setting sun.

"What do you wanna do? Pumpkin carving, bobbing for apples?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck with a huge grin. He scoffs, taking a look around us at the different stations planted around Commonwealth, all for the enjoyment of their citizens.

"Don't care, sweetheart." He whispers, leaning down to peck my lips. I know that in coming out tonight, it was purely to make me happy, but I know he doesn't have any sort of interest in any of the Halloween festivities. He's more into staying in, staying in bed, especially on his days off and especially on days where the kids are preoccupied, like today.

"How about this," I sigh, my hands trailing down his arms to intertwine our fingers. "We go and walk around a bit, you win me a prize and one of these booths, and then we'll go back to the apartment and watch scary movies?" His brows tick up at my offer, a shy smile spreading over his lips. "I could get Carol to take the kids." I whisper, his cheeks reddening at my subtle innuendo.

"Alright, what do you want me to win?" He claps his hands, suddenly very intrigued in playing the arcade and carnival games set up around us and he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side as I take my pick.

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ennaku-sirri-da · 7 months

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I wanna be just like you; made of felt and flesh and FREE( no strings on me !)

[ ID: Traditional fanart of me standing with an AU version of Puppet Habit or Pabit from Smile For Me the game. The AU is called AskPabit. Traditional materials used are pencil, black and blue pens, sketchpens, color pencils. The coloring is vivid and mostly done in many different shades on an individual scale, even for the same color.

Pabit's more anthromorphised form, from the askblog, is drawn in my interpretation as skinny and muppet-like with bigger proportions for the facial features and hands, high-heeled feet. He is made of felt and this is shown through the messy textured strokes.

Stitches run through the sides of his body and face. On his chest at the side is stitched a trans flag-colored heart with the letters " We love U!" -- the word love is just represented by a heart. His hair is brunette, curly and very long. His eyes too are a brown shade-- his eyes are big and lashed like those found on some children's dolls, the sclera are yellow. Below his eyes, fur-patches of pink blush are there. In his grin, his taken teeth are seen, one of them bleeding still at the side. Not all the teeth are there yet. He only wears pants in dark shades that seem to smoothly become heels in one piece-- stitches run along the sides of these too.

I am by Pabit's side. I am a shorter, light brown skinned person of average size with longer black hair and a round sparsely acne-marked face. I wear square pink glasses. My dress is a bright teal chudidar with multicolored flower designs in outline, and a sandy gold dupatta with pants of the same color to complete it.

Pabit grins and leans with one arm unsteadily on my head, I am clasping my hands in closed-eye delight, clearly excited. I lean to him. His face tilts slightly and he looks amused, one eye squinted while the other crinkles.

Beside me the text is written in a pink and black outlined box -" I'd love to be just, just like you"-- words in blue pen. Then in black--" I'll be made of felt and flesh and" -- then an arrow leads to a lavendar cloud saying " Free!" in bigger words.

Half the top background is covered by big outlines of flowers in sketch pen, lightly filled in with overlapping color pencil shades. It gives a soft look. Finally, from out of the very top a little bit of a book with a dragonfly wing design on it is seen in the drawing's photo. End ID]

My fanart for @askpabit ...!! I was trying for SO MANY DAYS and I FINALLY did it woooo..!!! I'm so tired after my flight so I'm short on words but I've been following this blog since like the beginning I think. The artist obviously has a lot of talent and he's really sweet too. Askpabit has been a happy influence on my life and here's my expression of that! I wish the artist all the best in his future endeavours. :) (smiley emote)

I really enjoyed coloring this by the way. Hehe all my faves become FLUFFY. I know Pabit's different here from your version but I hope you still like him...!! This is kind of just how I roll in my style.

And here's a small concept below...plus the uncoloured version of this drawing!..

[ ID: uncoloured concept sketch of Pabit from AskPabit. He is front facing and it's a bust. Here he's like he's made of felt, has big eyes like a doll, stitches like a felt toy and has long curly hair. Overall he looks a bit muppet-like. He has blush-patches of fur as well. End ID]

The very first concept art( Not this one) had him more like a potato sack LOL. But anyway I tried to make him look like he's made of felt..!!! As blog lore dictates, hehe. And I remember saying I really liked how Pabit's movements worked all cutesy and kind of, like he's really stuffed, like a toy. It was really neat to see coming through in just non-animated images So I tried to imitate that a bit.

Here's the Uncoloured version..!

[ID: Uncoloured version of the first drawing. It's all outlined in pencil. It's in warm filter. End ID]

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jj’s a nice guy (barely) until hes not and i love when writers such as yourself emphasize that (the mean streak!!!!!) jj and rafe both being estps make a lot of sense n their enneagrams are what *actually* make them different (jj being 7w8, rafe being 6w7, also theyre both choatic (rafe evil, jj neutral on the alignment chart) the thing with rafe is that when he gets triggered or faced with adversity he gets tunnel vision and just steamrolls through everyone with only one goal in mind and no morals and all that untapped and undiagnosed mental disorders and his cozy and rich upbringing gives him a sense of entitlement— ward yapping in his ear and just being the antagonist makes you know hes definitely going to do something awful

jj on the other hand def has manic episodes courtesy of his run ins with luke during season 1. being trigger happy, stealing from barry, blowing all the money on the hot tub and generators etc. instead of his restitution, and the general recklessness and impulsivity was more than normal. he gets so mean bc hes scared underneath all that. he really wants to do the right thing at the end of the day but its so hard, especially with the life he has. i think the appeal is his ability to be both self sacrificing for the pogues (pope) and also a bit greedy and wanting his own benefits. hes able to do the dirty work for it and can blow his lid and get active with anybody, like he dgaf 🙂‍↕️ so me personally, id love to bitch out and give him that satisfaction of being able to control, intimidate, and be mean to me bc he needs that itch scratched. he loves the fight and battle for dominance bc thats all hes ever known, like yank n slap me around and get in my face so i say sorry!!!!!!

im so glad you mentioned that jj's barely a nice guy bc...yea he is. much of what we see is him actively choosing to be a good person because it doesnt come easy to him at all. i think at his core (or how he perceives himself at least) he's greedy, reckless, mean spirited and spiteful. he's constantly thinking everything shld be an eye for an eye (topper and rafe jump pope/jj convinces pope to sink the boat, barry robs them/he robs barry, etc etc) because he's used to his existence being a burden, he more than likely grew up thinking he was lucky he even had a roof over his head even though thats the bare minimum.

so i think he really craves moments where he can be the one in control, he's the one causing fear instead of the one being afraid and he's very similar to rafe in that aspect because if you look at rafe he is also very desperately afraid. he's afraid of being alone, of not having family, of not being trusted, of not having someone care for him.

but rafe has the thing jj doesnt: wealth. rafe is rich and wants to get richer and that innately instills a ruthlessness in him bc we know how rich people are. whenever jj's more callous, gluttonous side comes out it feels like a betrayal because he should be better than that but he isnt. these are two people completely ruled by their ID and the reason why jjs able to just barely keep it under control is bc while rafe may have money he doesnt have love but jj does.

and thats why i loveeee exploring his darker impulses because its rare he gets to indulge in them with no consequence. and i wanna let him do that! i wanna let him throw me around and be mean for once like u get me thats why i always write him as sort of flexing his hands when he gets mad because he wants to get physical and that little tick of his is a dead giveaway.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #late night with moony #meta

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sonic-adventure-3 · 1 year

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I wanna know what in line skates you'd give each character 👀

OOOHH i have so many thoughts on this thank you so much for asking. this is long and there are. many images in this post because visual aid is required so under a read more it goes

firstly i have these little bit wonky concepts i made on my phone like months ago for shadow and sonic inspired aggressive skates. id actually kill for shadow and sonic inspired skates sega get on it

anyway though i made these i actually have far more in depth thoughts on these two that deviate from these so it’s time for separate sections!

shadow:

i think i 100% have to make him a skate geek he’s THE skate guy so i think he’s gotta own a pair of like every kind of skate. choosing what he’d most prominently use is a bit hard cause like on one hand, it’s very important that he’s able to grind; sa2 introduced grinding and shadow so i gotta go with aggressive skates in that case because aggressives are skates designed specifically with performing grinds and jumps and such. HOWEVER they’re also really slow cause they usually have only 2 small wheels and are very heavy, so they aren’t suited to skating distances. so i think i’d also consider giving him city skates skates which are skates that are for navigating city terrain and going fast thru it, as well as some tricks like jumps, manuals, n stuff.

aggressive skates / city skates close to what i’d give him

sonic:

of course, similar to shadow i’d probably give him either city skates and/or aggressives, but with the difference that i’d give him a 3 wheel setup on city skates mainly cause it looks neat and distinct and id give him a four wheel setup on aggressives which are faster and a bit harder to do tricks on than the two wheel setup you can see above on the skates i gave shadow (they have those 2 smaller central anti-rocker wheels that make grinding easier but go slower cause only two wheels that you move on. i think sonic would appreciate the speed and the challenge)

aggressives (imagine they have a four wheel setup lmao) / city skates close to what id give him

also it’d be completely remiss of me to not mention speed skates! speed skates are very very fast indeed. they don’t have much ankle support unlike most skates, and if i’m being quite honest i don’t find them nearly as cool as i find aggressive skates or city skates so i’m not really considering them lmao; cool factor is very very important when it comes to sonic. marathon skates are slower speed skates with more ankle support and i think they get a pass, there’s some fairly cool designs out there, but they’re just not cool enough to me to give to sonic lol

an example of a four wheel aggressive skate (notice how all four wheels are the same size and touch the ground unlike the aggressive skates above) / an example of speed skates (see how they don’t have any ankle support and have huge wheels? you can go very fast on them but they’re not maneuverable in varied environments like other kinds of skates)

silver:

i actually have such a vivid image of silver on tacky soft boot recreational/fitness skates (recreational skates don’t specialize in anything in particular. soft boot skates especially being unsuited to anything past beginner level) with glow wheels.

like something like the second one with the wheels of the first is just so. tacky yet endearing to me. i’ve been coming around on glow wheels honestly but personally most soft boot skates don’t look nearly as cool as other skates to me. the combo of glow wheels and soft boot skates make me think of overconfident beginners or children. no better way to put it but i think a little endearing lameness suits silver quite well. yknow, as a treat.

amy:

honestly i don’t have much to say but i think i’d give amy hard boot recreational skates

something like these! i really think these are so cute

i don’t have any more specific visual ref nor a lot to say for everyone else so

everyone else:

id give blaze slalom skates which. like are the same as city skates but with a different use case. slaloming is like, an agility thing where you maneuver around cones and do spins and such idk how to describe it well. i could also give her inline figure skates, which are just figure skates with wheels. figure skating blaze is something so real to me honestly

charmy would have the most obnoxious and brightly coloured kids recreational skates imaginable. glow wheels are a must. i think i’d give espio city skates and vector aggressive skates.

i’d give tails city skates i guess? i’m so sorry tails i have no idea what’d suit him best

for like everyone i didn’t mention i’d probably give them city/slalom skates if they’re fast or agile on their feet, aggressive skates if they’re show-offs and are known to do tricks/are power types, hard boot recreational skates if they’re normal, and soft boot recreational skates if i think they would be beginners/occasional hobbyists. and that’s it that’s the post i don’t have anything for anyone else notable. thanks again for asking!

#rambles #asks #action sport posting #this took me a while to type up while doing a bit of fact checking and image gathering lmao #also again i’m not an expert i’m just autistic and i like inline skates very much :]

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201xs · 3 months

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only real weird shit fans can read this

like i said in my previous post i really do like imagining goblin and sick demon interacting for a number of reasons but i wont pretend it's not also cause theyre both hot. LOL

even tho goblin is really physically fit (lugging around a giant cudgel the size of his whole body literally everywhere, not only that but he jumps and runs around with it too) he's still got a very round body shape with more than a little bit of a gut and i love that about him. he still retains the goblin physique... his ears look so so soft too, every part of him is so thick and squishy like his entire body is a stress ball. which makes for a really unique texture... it doesnt help that literally none of his outfits have pants either. everyone talks about underboob but what about underbelly

speaking of unique textures. the way they animate sick demon is so impressively different than the other characters, like he's so blobby and wiggly and stretchy and he's constantly morphing his body in different ways, if not completely liquefying himself, i feel like he could weasel out of any kind of grip and conform himself to any shape. it almost feels like his eyeballs and mouth are kind of floating around in a formless mass of non-newtonian fluid, like he's just one giant germ that really adds to his sickness themed design really well. i know im supposed to be talking about how sexy he is and i promise this ties into it but the animation and art direction for brave is so good that i feel the need to praise it at any opportunity

the noises he makes when he moves too. the little squeaky pop noises it makes when he walks as if he's sticking to the floor with every step, how he uses his limbs less like arms and legs and more like tentacles... just the way he moves is so unique id love to see him interacting with goblin's textures too. those squishy hands all over goblin's soft stomach, riding up his shirt... not to be a total pervert but i really wonder what sick demon's mouth tastes like. cause its completely neon green and he's made of an unknown substance, like... maybe it's got sort of a subtle sour taste or something. if you wanna get extra self indulgent id say it tastes like sour candy lol, just cos the color reminds me of toxic waste

if you cant tell ive put a lot of thought into this. i think they should make out 😁💜💚

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puppyluver256 · 1 year

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[Image Description: A feminine mime in the vein of the webcomic Cirque Royale. They have lavender skin, short black hair, pointed ears, clawed hands, and blue eyes. Their nose is a little black circle and black heart and star markings are under their eyes. They are wearing pink circular glasses, a black and white striped t-shirt, a black jacket with white accents, black shorts, black and white striped tights, and black boots with pink zipper pulls. They are holding their hands up and smiling with visible razor-sharp teeth. The background is a pixelated radial gradient of white and grey, with a soft pink aura around the character. End ID.]

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A familiar face, but something's a bit different about them! Yeah, I've been following the webcomic Cirque Royale for some time, not too long after I started being a mime enjoyer iirc, and I wanted to draw Muette like the mimes in that comic! Of course "Muette" feels like kinda a weird name for that universe as all those mimes have actual people names, if some being fairly obscure due to the chosen naming scheme being specifically references to painters, so I decided to give 'em a new name for this look: René Courtois. Idk off the top of my head if there's a painter named René, but it works for me XD

I changed their outfit to a mimey take on what I normally wear since their normal outfit seems like something more for special occasions going by the recent Lantern Day storyline and the unused outfits, while keeping the tights of course because they're fun, also I made their glasses pink to keep that accent color pop in the general head area hehe :3 Idk what their mime powers would be tho, that's something to think about for later if I wanna turn René into a proper OC I guess. I also can't imagine them getting wrapped up in something that would land them in the... *ahem* situation that a lot of Circue's mimes unfortunately find themselves in, but considering the wide range of what seems to get people in trouble in Mimopolis...yeeaaah I'm just not gonna think about that possibility so that I don't get sad cuz I just want them to be happy and live their lil mime life in peace okay (:

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~Likes are appreciated, but reblogs are preferred as they let more people see my artwork! If you have something to say, feel free to give feedback in tags/comments/replies as well!~

Cirque Royale and related concepts © Brittany K. / @cirqueduroyale René Courtois (aka Cirque!Muette, in any form) and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

#cirque royale #mime #mimesona #muette the mime #rené courtois #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description

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dreamingdarklyblog · 7 months

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Yesterday

So yesterday things were really hectic and busy, and I didn't think we'd get any time to play. But we managed to steal a bit of time in the early afternoon after he teased me for half the morning, getting me worked up and making my tits bigger.

Anyway... In the afternoon I got to suck him off, which is always really hot for me. Less so for him I think, since you know, we're in different parts of the continent. So it's pretty real for me, but on his end it's probably pretty boring. Came in my mouth and my tits got bigger, which is super hot, highly recommend. But still, probably boring for him. So I was talking a bit ... dirty and trying to make it more exciting for him, might have said a few things I didn't totally mean. Like making me his bimbo slut, stuff like that. But we were left with only like twenty minutes, which he said wasn't enough time for him to enjoy himself, and not enough time to do anything really involved, but neither of us wanted to just pack it in... So we weren't sure what to do.

So then I had some blank spaced, I think he was just reinforcing old triggers and stuff, but I got reaaaally worked up. I still hadn't really cum. ( I mean I did right after one of the blank spaces, but it was one of those not that satisfying things that just make you want more, you know?). Offered to blow him again or something, sorta forgetting it's probably boring for him. I really need to figure out something brief and hot that's good for him you know? My go to would be a blowjob, but it doesn't really work out.

And then he tried to trigger me I think, but he got the trigger mixed up and just insulted me instead ;). So I got a bit annoyed, and then... there was a big blank space, and I woke up rubbing my clit frantically. My tits were also back to normal size >_< which was irritating.

I was sooo close it was nuts, and I couldn't stop. I didn't really try at first. If I hadn't been so horny it might have been a bit panic inducing. When I can't control my body it's a bit of a panic button for me. But I was too horny to notice, and I just kept rubbing and I came.

So I calmed down a bit, but, I still couldn't stop. I kept rubbing. At that point I got a bit frustrated and maybe a little panicky. Told him to stop it, but I mean, I didn't safeword or anything. It wasn't quite really over the line, just, skirting it a bit, you know. And he started to comment that cumming was making me dumber. I hadn't noticed till he said it, maybe cause it had only been once. But soon as he said it I noticed I was kind of foggy, fuzzy, and tried to stop, but I couldn't. Told him to cut it out but it just kept building too fast and I came again >_<. It was even faster than the first one.

At that point I think I was torn cause, I was frustrated and the forced rubbing was freaking me out, and I couldn't decided if I wanted to stop or if I wanted to just stop thinking about it, and I think I asked for my big tits back. Like if you're gonna do this at least gimme them back to play with, right? Was telling him I didn't wanna be dumb, but he showed me where id commented about making me his bimbo >_<. Told him I'd been worked up... Tried to argue but it was so hardto think and I came again >_<. Was so frustrating, it's so just.. irritating, not being able to control my hands.

I kept trying to stop, and he was talking about how good it felt, and I was trying to argue but I came again... I just couldn't stop. Like every time I came it jsut got easier and came faster and I was trying not to panic but soooo fucking horny... I came again >_<

Then he made my tits big and everything got so much fuzzier, and just, hazy, but god they felt so good I just couldn't think. I came like, the second they started to grow >_<. I think maybe two or three times. I don't know, it all blurred together. But he said he had to go then, and made fun of me for having big tits and small brains I htink >_<

And i was just.. floating and playingwith them and rubbing my clit... It felt so fucking good I just.. I dont know

He told me to thank him for making them big and making me dumb and i did i just didn't care anymore cause it felt so good. I came again. And again... I don't know how many times. He was going, and I was supposed to go, I had a thing to get to, but I just didn't want to stop, it was so easy to cuma nd it felt so good, and my tits felt so good, and everything was just perfect and hot and I rubbed and came and came and came...

I finally made myself stop and had to run out the door to get to where i needed to be >_<. But I went back to rubbing like as soon as I got home again, came a few more times before I had to stop >_<

Woke up this morning soooo horny thinking about it and asked him to do it again, but he's still busy. Promised to do it again if I wrote up a post talking about it. So I'm doing that >_<. He made my tits big again, which is sooo nice, but also not the same, so now im pretty much done writing. Just playing with them and waiting for him to be free.

Um... I guess send asks or questions and stuff. Or send him things too. Give me something to do while I wait.

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