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Roman manspreads in the hot tub. (1.3k)

Tags - smut, hot tubs, manspreading, pussy job, masturbation, nipple play, come eating Fic help - @beefrobeefcal thank you for your eyes! A/N - another one for @toxicanonymity’s Manspreading Olympics, this time with Roman 😻

@beefrobeefcal gets more brownie points for being my spark of inspiration with her fic ‘Ezra Goes to Church’. Thank you Kiki! I love you so much 🩷

Fuck, this hot tub feels good. The water is a little warmer than it probably should be, the jets are blasting into your back and you love that soothing, steady vibration. The air is cool on your face and neck, and you bury your shoulders below the surface of the bubbling water to stay warm. It’s relaxing, peaceful…

Obnoxious.

Roman’s sitting next to you in the hot tub, legs and arms spread wide like he’s trying to make himself bigger the way a cat does when it feels threatened - puffing its fur out, turning to the side. Roman keeps tapping your knee with his own as he spreads himself out and it’s driving you fucking nuts. With any other man, you find it rather arousing, that shameless display, but not Roman. You look at him, his head tilted back and your eyes travel down his body, all the way to his crotch. You know he’s not packing much beneath those teal swim shorts, decorated in little red sailboats.

Roman bounces his knee against yours absentmindedly. “Roman,” you ask, “Please close your legs.”

Roman sits up and looks at you with a slight smirk on his face. “Close my legs, huh? I didn’t know we were in church. Here, some holy water for you,” Roman snickers as he splashes water in your direction. “Peace be with you.”

“You’re being indecent,” you tell him, wiping the water off your face aas you glare at him. “And bordering on sacrilege,” you add.

Roman smiles at that. Sacrilege. Like you give a shit. “Indecent? Maybe even obscene, perhaps?”

“Yeah, Roman, exactly,” you sigh, getting up to leave. You’re not entertaining this behavior. You can’t ignore him like the annoying, buzzing gnat he is, expecting that he’ll go away. He doesn’t have an off switch. Your only choice is to leave, and come back another night when he’s not here too.

“You - hey,” Roman lunges forward and grabs your wrist, then tugs to sit you back down. “Don’t leave me just yet. These swim shorts just…they’re constricting. Too tight. I can’t help that I’m packing heat,” he brags. You scoff as you try to wriggle your wrist from his grasp, but Roman urges you to sit down again. “Fine,” he groans, “I’m sorry. You know what, I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t manspread like this. Not very feminist of me, is it? I know all that bullshit is important to you.”

Roman’s squeezing your wrist, still trying to make you sit back down. He digs the nail of his thumb into your skin and it compels you to listen to him. “Okay, Roman.”

Roman smiles, pleased as you sit back down. You’re not paying attention to him as you feel some splashing, the water is moving a bit. At least he’s keeping his legs together.

And then it floats towards you. Those fucking teal swim shorts. You gasp as you realize what Roman’s done. He’s smiling smugly as your eyes dart to his crotch, his cock and balls are illuminated by the soft glow of the hot tub lights. “All better?” he asks.

You’re at a loss for words. You look at his face, then back down at his crotch, then his face again, repeating the process. Roman notices that you can’t quite pull your eyes away from his cock, no matter how hard you try. “I think you like my cock, don’t you? Admiring it a little bit, hm?”

“Roman–”

“It’s okay. It’s allowed. Here–” Underwater, Roman reaches for your hands. He pulls you close to him so that you’re straddling his lap, then wraps one of your hands around his cock. With his hand still on yours, he guides you to stroke him up and down as he grows to full length in your hand. You’re beside yourself, completely enthralled by what’s happening between your body and Roman’s. “Oh, you like it.”

“Yeah,” you nod as you stroke Roman’s cock, your palm gliding up and down the entirety of his length. You’re so focused on tracing the thick veins that climb his cock that you barely register the fact that he’s pulled your bikini bottoms to the side. He hoists you up a bit and fits the head of his cock snugly between your lips, then pulls you tight to his body, closing the gap and caging you in. You balance yourself by gripping his shoulders, which feel surprisingly broad beneath your hands. “Oh, fuck,” you whimper as Roman guides you up and down, the blunt, thick head of his cock catching against your clit. He tilts your hips, moves you side to side. One long, excruciating tease.

Roman’s slender fingers climb up your spine and tug on the strings of your bikini top, first the ones that wrap around your back, then the ones on your neck. He lets the material fall in the water between your bodies. “Look at that,” he purrs. “Naughty, very naughty…”

Roman dips his head to kiss your neck, then pushes you back to allow himself easier access to suck one of your nipples between his lips. You feel his teeth gently nipping at your skin, threatening to bite you, but he never does. He kisses your skin, so hot and wet and warm, all the way across to your other breast where he teases you the same exact way, the sensation heightening everything happening beneath the water’s surface.

You press your forehead against his as Roman continues to lift you up and down, you admire the muscles in his biceps and shoulders flexing. He lets out soft groans, loving the way your soft, velvety folds feel against his cock. You gasp when you feel him notch his thick head inside you, only to pull it back out and continue rubbing your slit with it. “Rome,” you whine. You wanted to feel more of it, feel the stretch as his cock splits you apart.

“Hmm?”

“I need it - I need more, Roman.”

“Not - fuck - not happening. Come on my cock, just like this,” he instructs with a smile. You groan in complaint, you need to feel him inside of you. “Come on, you can do it. Don’t be a pussy.”

He adjusts his hold on you so that he’s raising you with one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, he’s wriggled the other between your bodies. This way, he can continue teasing you; fitting himself inside you just a bit, pulling out to tease your clit. It’s not clumsy in the slightest, it all feels calculated, deliberate. He’s a sadist for making you come like this, but you fall apart all the same. It’s a slow, agonizing build, but between the way he teases your clit and sucks your nipples, you find yourself close to climax.

“You gonna come?” he pants, “Go on, come for me.”

You have to grind yourself against him, but with just a few more seconds you fall apart for him, clit pulsing, pussy clenching around nothing. You cry out his name and tug on his slick, damp strands of hair. Roman rocks you through it, rolling his hips until you're shaking, stuttering in overstimulation.

He lifts you off his body entirely to set you back down where you initially sat, then stands above you and strokes his leaking cock. His brows knit together in focus as he fucks his fist. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Roman’s jaw clenches and he leans over you, bracing himself on the ledge of the hot tub. He comes with a deep, guttural groan, painting your neck and chest with his come. “Ohhhh, fuck.”

Roman pushes his hair out of his face, then swipes his fingers through his spend before bringing them to your mouth, pushing them past your lips. “Look who’s indecent now,” he murmurs as you suck his fingers, tasting both his come and the chlorine of the hot tub. “All naked and covered in my come. Manspreading kind of pales in comparison, don’t you think?”

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mekatrio · 4 months

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cuz at first ajaa wasnt even meant to exist it was just meant to be the trilogy and thats it, then while theyre porting it over to the nintendo ds capcom gives them the green light to go nuts with a bonus pseudo-dlc case and By God Do They, making the longest case yet of RFTA with fully animated 3d cutscenes + an incredibly convoluted plot that makes the most out of aa1's 3 day trial system + fully modelled 3d rotational evidence, hitting heavy themes of police corruption and evidence forgery and whatnot like they went INSANE, cuz this was supposed to be IT. this was supposed to be ace attorneys big finale and farewell but SIKE oh my god the actual Ministry Of Justice has knocked on capcoms door and told them hey can you make some propaganda for us. so now the aa team has to make propaganda for them. right after burning themselves the fuck out from creating rfta. all that time spent on rfta which couldve been development time for ajaa.... too late. cant be taken back. apollo justice is designed in less than a week and theyre marketing this game while the team is still making it, takumi crazed madman that he is decides to not rely on old characters which while that is an artistic slay, sets up the stage for a marketing failure, and a new artistic team of infinite ambition goes nuts with creating derangedly detailed animations

⬆️ like oh my god are you insane. thank you so much BUT ARE YOU INSANE? all while still making 3d renders of evidence and random 3d animations and it looks so awesome BUT THERES NOT ENOUGH TIME, 3 wonderful cases are made but 4-4 falls on its face. 6 hours long instead of the usual 10 and only one cross-examination in the final trial and 2 whole main characters with no backstory like its bad. its going to be bad. but its too late. the most incomplete ace attorney game has to be rushed out of the gates and the sales are made But The Reception Is Bad. Real Bad. 2000s hater gamer crowds were the first of its kind, being massively fuelled by the internet, haters back then could sink their teeth deep into a company, which is what got nintendo scrambling away from their wind waker art direction to appease the gamers w twilight princess. so similarly when the hate for ajaa came on, cuz whattt phoenix disbarred and no 😤 old characters 😤😤, capcom scrambled to appease the masses. but oh oh whats this? takumi says 'yeahhhh Nah' and says he wants to make a game about his dog. OK. cant persuade him away from that. might as well let some new blood handle the franchise in takumi's place then, but for The Love Of God do not make an ajaa followup. the gamers will kill us. and so the aai duology was born....... cool........ first one's reception was so bad that localization plans were dropped entirely for the sequel. wow. takumi is fresh off from ghost trick but fucking what, 5 years has passed now, and the new hot console is the nintendo THREE ds. 3ds. wowwww. fucking... PROFESSOR LAYTON kidnaps takumi to make plvpwaa and ajaa continues to be left in the dust. fucking nobody wants him. poor orphaned kitten left in the street. all while the trilogy gets 9584948 million adaptations. and yamazaki twiddles his thumbs thinking abt making aai3 but after thinking it over hes like yeah ill try making aa5. capcom lets him and.......... its over........ they tell him sure go for it But Do Not Follow Up On Apollo Everyone Hates Him please make phoenix the protag. a recipe for disaster. and a disaster aa5 is. juggling THREE protags a complete mess and they do a popularity poll and wow would u look at who came first, fucking APOLLO. JUSTICEEEEEEE. its almost like.... gamers opinions..... are not valuable in the long run.. and popular opinion has never signified artistic understanding.... aa6 comes chugging along and yamazaki addicted to racism cranks out something even worse. both aa56 makes the sales it needs but mindless fanservice can only get u so far... its been nearly 10 years since the ajaa 'trilogy' titles released and the general consensus is that Aaja Was Good and aa56 Not So Much but what can you do now? heres the apollo justice trilogy please buy it and deeply lower ur expectations for coherent and cohesive narratives which have basis in reality thank u. bc u will not be finding that here. ajaa never stood a chance.. they werent doomed by the narrative. its worse. they were doomed by STUPID FUCKING GAMERS AND STUPID EXECUTIVE DECISIONS 😭😭😭

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the-vast-corner-of-the-galaxy · 2 months

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KW 2024- Day 2: Protectiveness

Day 2 of Kataang Week hosted by @kataang-week

Prompt: Protectiveness/Bodyguard - Tuesday, July 30th

I basically remembered this picture by @ sheepnishly on insta and thought it would be cool using it for this particular prompt.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 3K

Modern AU where Katara is a singer and starts to fall in love with her bodyguard, Aang.

It was a lovely morning in Ba Sing Se, and Aang, who was a martial arts teacher at one of Ba Sing Se’s biggest martial arts centers, was looking for jobs on the newspaper. Aang loved loved teaching, but he was already getting a little bored of his job. It paid a salary that was enough to get by in the big city’s middle ring, but he wanted to do something different from being a simply martial arts teacher. He got through various ads, but none of them had a position that he was interested in, until he got to a particularly small ad at the bottom left corner of the page:

WE ARE LOOKING FOR BODYGUARDS

MUST BE FROM AGES 20-29

REQUIREMENTS:

Military officers

Martial arts masters

Daofei

MEET US AT THE JAZMINE DRAGON TEA SHOP ANY WEEK DAY IN THE AFTERNOONS

“This is such a weird ad,” said Aang out loud. However, curiosity got the best of the master and he decided to go to the Jazmine Dragon Tea Shop in the afternoon. Luckily, today he did not have to go to the academy to teach, so he took the train to the upper ring and headed to the tea shop.

When he got to the busy tea shop, he was not exactly sure of what to do. He walked up to the counter where an older man with a long beard was preparing tea with a few other workers.

“Hello! Welcome to the Jazmine Dragon!,” greeted the man. “My name is Iroh, what can I help you with?”

“Hello! I saw this ad on the newspaper and they told me to come here,” said Aang, pointing at the ad in the page.

Iroh looked at it and gave him a warm smile and said: “They are over there in the back, at the largest table with the blue flowerpot.” Aang thanked him and headed to the back of the shop to the table where Iroh pointed. In that table, four men with dark blue suits sat while drinking tea. They all wore black sunglasses and had stern and serious expressions.

“Uh… hello?” Aang greeted awkwardly. “I was told to come here for the ad-”

“Yeah, yeah, come here,” said one of the men. He was a tall and lean man with a short, brown ponytail, an undercut, a goatee, and brownish skin. He let Aang sit down in front of him and tilted his dark glasses down, revealing his dark blue eyes.

“Are you by any chance a military officer, a martial arts master, or part of the Daofei?” he asked sternly.

“Well, yes, I am martial arts master,” replied Aang, humbly.

“Right,” said the man, writing notes on a piece of paper, “I am going to ask a few questions and later we will test your abilities in the martial arts. Prepare yourself.”

Aang did not know what he meant by that last phrase, but he answered every question that was asked with full honesty. This was probably the most interesting interview he has received by far, but he was not exactly liking where it was going.

When the inteview was finished, the man with the ponytail led Aang outside and thanked him for coming. Aang was walking away from the tea shop, when he suddenly felt a pair of eyes observing him. He then heard footsteps coming from multiple directions. Who could’ve been following him?

Aang turned around and saw two dark figures in front of him. They were wearing all black suits and carried weapons. Aang stopped and positioned himself to defend himself. Aang did not like street fights or attacking people with no reason, but sometimes, he had to defend himself in life or dead situations.

Four more figures came from the other sides, and had him surrounded. They were looking at him attentively, seeing if he would make a move. Aang stood still and kept calm, waiting for the other cloaked figures to move.

One of them sprinted towards Aang and tried attacking him with a knife. Aang removed the knife with a swift of his hand and stunned him. Another one tried jumping on him, but Aang quickly threw him on the ground. The third one tried kicking him from the sides, but Aang quickly reacted and in just a few kicks, had stunned him.

Before Aang could catch his breath, another figured began choking him with a rope, but thanks to his skills, Aang broke away from the grip and stunned the figure. More figures came running to him and attacked him from all sides. “This is so weird,” Aang thought to himself. He was easily defending and stunning the cloaked figures, but was growing a bit tired and gasped for air. Luckily, the figures ran away from him in a few minutes and left Aang alone in the streets of the Upper Ring.

When Aang finished catching his breath, a familiar figure came from behind him and clapped his hands. It was the man who interviewed him in the tea shop.

“Impressive,” he said, “You’re hired. Now come with us.”

“Wait I-” Aang tried to speak, but a black limosine stopped where they were and they all huddled Aang to get inside the vehicle. Aang was seated between two of the men with suits, and the man who interviewed him sat in front of him and took out a can of the famous Cactus Juice.

“Are you guys the mafia?” Aang asked, feeling worried.

“Oh no, you got it all wrong,” the man laughed, “We are actually the security team of the famous singer songwriter Katara. You obviously know her, right?”

“I only heard a few songs by her,” Aang replied. “Why didn’t you guys mention that early?”

“If we were to reveal the reason why we are looking for extra security, the tea shop would’ve been a chaotic place,” said the man, “So we wanted to make the hiring as weird and mysterious as possible.”

Aang simply nodded, still feeling uneasy. “So… Where are we going mister…”

“Sokka,” replied the man. “You can call me Sokka. I am Katara’s older and awesome brother, and I am her manager. You said your name was Aang, right?”

“Yes, my name is Aang,” the young master replied. “You didn’t answer my question. Where are we going?”

“Oh! We are going to the recording studio, where Ms. Katara wishes to meet you,” said Sokka, “Do you want some Cactus Juice? It’s the quenchiest!”

Aang politely declined the drink and stayed silent through the ride to the studio. When they got to the place, Aang was shocked to see the humongous building in front of him. It was about 40 stories and had a white, round, shape. They went into the building and took the elevator to the 34th floor. A white door in front of them had the words written on a sign that said “Do not disturb”, but Sokka simply knocked the door and was answered by a smaller lady with black hair tied up in a bun, dark glasses, and a black suit.

“Toph, is Katara in there?” Sokka asked.

“What do you think, dumbass?” she asked sarcastically. “Of course she is in here! She says you’re late!”

Aang entered the room awkwardly and tried not making any noise. When they walked into the studio, a lean woman was standing looking at a large window that showed almost all of Ba Sing Se. She had wavy, dark brown, hair, and wore a short blue dress covered with a denim jacket and tall, white platforms.

“You’re late, Sokka,” said the woman. “Did you find the new recruit?”

“Yes, Kat” said Sokka. “We found you another bodyguard. He is a martial arts master, a skilled fighter, and really nice!”

The woman turned around and revealed herself, and when Aang saw her, he felt like he was struck by lightning again. The singer was probably the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. Her long, wavy hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her eyes were the color of the ocean, and you could even see the water reflected on them. Her lips were painted a light shade of red, but completed her face perfectly. Katara was absolutely stunning, and Aang could feel his heart skip multiple beats at the sight of her.

“Hello,” she greeted nicely. “What is your name?”

“Uh… my name is Aang,” replied Aang, still bewildered by the artist’s beauty. “Nice to meet you, Katara.”

Katara extended her hand and shook it. “It is also nice to meet you, Aang. Come here, let us talk.” Katara welcomed Aang into the room with the large window and offered him a seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off Katara, not just because of her beauty, but because there was something about her that he felt drawn to, an unspoken energy.

“So, Aang,” Katara began. “Are you from Ba Sing Se?”

“Well… no,” replied Aang. “I am from the Air Islands, but moved here a few years ago.”

“Oh! That’s intriguing,” replied Katara, taking a sip of water, “I haven’t been to the Air Islands in a while. It’s such a lovely place to visit. The mountains are gorgeous to look at, and the temples are some of the most impressive architecture I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty nice place,” replied Aang, trying not to sound awkward. “So… how is this job going to work?”

“Oh! It’s fairly simple!” said Katara, grabbing a folder from the other side of the table. “Aang, you are going to be my personal bodyguard. You are going to be part of my personal team, which includes Toph, who is in charge of security, the three guards, Sokka, my manager, as well as many other people you will eventually meet. You are not just going to be working at the concerts, but also as a companion, a member of Team Katara.”

Aang nodded with too much enthusiasm and seized the folder from Katara’s hands before she could fully give it to him. He read all of the terms and conditions to his contrat, his salary, which would be very generous and three times his salary he got from the academy, and his schedules. He was technically going to be with Katara almost 24/7, but he did not mind, except for the fact that he would probably be very exhausted by the end of each day and each tour.

Once Aang finished reading the terms and conditions, he signed the contrat and handed it to Katara, who gave it to Sokka. Katara stood up and shook Aang’s hand, welcoming him officially into the team.

A few hours after getting to know the rest of Katara’s crew, he left the studio and was escorted by Toph through the elevator.

“Tomorrow, you must be in this address by 9 AM,” she said, taking out a card. It had the address of a house in the Upper Ring, which he figured was Katara’s residency. “Also, Katara can be quite temperamental, so be careful about what you say.” Toph took out her glasses and handed the card to Aang. The master realized that the woman’s eyes were covered with a thick, grey, film. She was blind, which made Aang wonder how she was in charge of a whole security team, but of course, he didn’t mind.

“We will see you tomorrow, Aang,” she said as the elevator door shut behind her. Aang headed outside the studio and took the last train to the Middle Ring, filled with determination about his new job.

***

The next morning, Aang headed to the address he was given last night. He got there at 8:55 AM, five minutes exactly before the time. The house he was sent to was a large, and impressive Earth Kingdom mansion. When he knocked the door, he was received by Toph, who welcomed him into the residence.

“This is Katara’s residence,” said Toph. “You might be wondering why it is so large. The crew actually lives with here. She likes the company of people and loves interacting with the rest of the staff.”

Aang was impressed by the entire house and gawkwed at its design. The outside of the house had the style of many Ba Sing Se mansions, but the inside was decorated with objects from the Water Tribe.

“Aang!” Katara exclaimed from the stairs. “You’re here! And just in time!”

Aang smiled at Katara’s warm welcome, and then Sokka came and began to explain the details of the day’s events. “Today, there is going to be a press conference about the upcoming album. It’s going to be up in the North of the Middle Ring. We are expecting a large amount of expectators and interviewers, so we will need to increase the security. Aang, you will be near the exit of the press room ready to escort Katara at any moment, and Toph will secure the perimeter with the guards and extra staff given to us. Is everything clear?”

Everyone nodded and then got in the vehicles from Katara’s garage to head to the press conference.When they got there, there were already many interviewers and reporters in the room. Aang got to his position and saw Toph with the rest of the guards securing the area. The conference began with questions about Katara’s upcoming album and about the upcoming tour. As the hours passed, the questions started getting more personal and Aang noticed Katara was feeling uneasy.

A particular interviewer from the Earth Kingdom was pressing Katara on questions about a relationship she had with a famous activist named Jet in the past. Katara was visibly uncomfortable and tried everything to evade answering any details about their rupture, but the interviewer was still pressuring Katara. Sokka yelled at the man for being too invasive and did his best to go to the next question. The singer glanced at Aang with a call for help in her eyes. Aang understood the signal in a glimpse and escorted Katara out of the conference room. Sokka kept arguing with the reporters while Aang escorted Katara cradling her in his arms and covering her from the cameras of the paparazzi. When the door got shut behind them, Aang took her to the nearest empty room so she could calm down and shut the door.

“Are you okay?” Aang asked with a tone of concern. “Would you like some water? Something to calm down?”

Before Katara could answer, she broke down in tears. Aang was not exactly sure what to do in that moment. He wanted to calm her down, but did not want to be too invasive since it was his first day working and barely knew Katara.

Aang crouched and got closer to Katara, handing her a bottle of water so that she could drink it. She took the bottle and sipped on some of the water. There were heavy tears streaming down her eyes, which was making her makeup cascade on her cheeks. Aang decided to give her some tissues he had in his pocket so she could wipe her tears.

“Thank you, Aang,” Katara whispered, calming down. “I always hate when they begin pressing so much on my personal life. Why do they need to take personal information from my relationships and make entertainment out of it? I cannot stand it!”

Aang stayed silent for a few moments, but then said: “Because they have nothing better to do. They just want to make profit out of the life of someone, and you have all the right to not answer any questions willingly.”

“I know, but it still annoys me,” said Katara. “You wouldn’t like it if the papers began publishing details about your last romantic relationship, right?”

Aang shook his head and stayed silent for a few moments, not sure of what to say to Katara.

“Would you like me to tell Sokka to get the car so we can leave?” Aang asked, heading to the door.

“Wait!” Katara exclaimed, pulling Aang’s hand. “Can you please stay for a bit?” Aang’s heart skipped a few beats, but he turned back to the woman in front of him. When Aang faced the singer in front of him, he did not just see a music star, but a simple woman, who was showing emotion and needed comfort.

Aang sat next to Katara and stayed close to her. Katara then turned around and wrapped her arms around Aang’s shoulders and cried some more. The young bodyguard did not know what to do and froze for a few moments, but decided to return the hug lightly and wrapped his long arms around her. Katara tightened her grip on his shoulders, searching for more security in Aang. A few minutes passed, and Katara’s cries seemed to ease, and her breathing came back to normal.

“Thank you, Aang,” she cooed, looking at his silver grey eyes while holding his arms. Katara noticed the color in her bodyguard’s eyes and saw how pretty they were. The dark silver flakes made his eyes look like diamond jewelry and gave her a sense of security and comfort, a security she has been looking for years.

A faint knock was heard from the door, and Katara turned around hoping it was not the paparazzi.

“Kat?” Sokka called from the door. “Are you in there? The press left. We can go now.”

“You can come in, Sokka,” replied Katara. Sokka entered the room with caution approached the bodyguard and his sister with caution.

“Are you okay?” Sokka asked.

“Yes,” said Katara, following Sokka to the door. Then, she turned to Aang, stared sweetly into his eyes, and said: “Everything is better now.”

Aang felt his cheeks turn pink, and really hoped Katara or Sokka did not notice. He was starting to like his job a lot more, even if it had its stressful situations. Aang felt like he was going to enjoy his job, not because he worked for a famous singer, but because he cared for Katara.

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pursuitseternal · 6 months

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“Beginning Anew:” graveyard intimacy in “Our Blood is Thicker”

(Ascended) Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | E | 3.3K

🎨 By official illustrator @marimosalad

Summary: After the fall of the Netherbrain, the Vampire Ascendant and the Bone Picker have worked to help rebuild in the aftermath. But now, in the night, they seek a moment for them, burying their pasts and embracing their future, side by side until the world falls down.

CW: Graveyard sex, semi-public sex, Cocky AA gloating he teeeechnically killed her, Cordehlia having none of that, sub/dom switching, hope for the future side by side.

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Chapter 21:

Beginning Anew

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Fires still burned, the filth of battle not unfamiliar to Cordehlia as she walked the Lower City after dark. But what was unfamiliar this time, was the warm hand laced in hers, the gentle sway of his body so close beside her. She sighed, loving the way they brushed every other step over the cobblestones.

It was done, over. Enemies defeated and villains put to the blade.

Some of her friends were lost to other places, other realms and destinies already determined to be their ends. Her heart ached for the fallen, for faces that she could easily see again and others… not quite so easily. But that was battle, loss and heartache lacing the sweetness of victory. Only this time, she wasn’t alone in her triumph.

She had him.

They had barely slept the last two days, rebuilding and guiding the citizens of the City, not to mention escaping every prying eye that wished to see the Vampire Ascendant and the Bone Picker, the stuff of legends, the pair of them. But for now, they walked in the quiet silence of night through mostly empty streets. Heading back to the Elfsong, thankful it was still standing.

From the corner of her eye, she saw his lip twist in that rakish smirk for the briefest of seconds.

“Come, my love,” he pulled her into the adjacent alley, deeper into the shadow, black so dark, she could see that faintly lingering glow in his eyes. That tingle of his new magic tickled over her skin, leaping from his touch to dance up the back of her hand.

“Now where, Ancunín?” Cordehlia hissed, teasing but gleeful as she hurried in his wake. Pulled by him, hand in hand. A gesture they had shared along elven paths and shady glades, only this time it was down rubble-filled streets. But she was just content to be following him at all. To follow him, her heart in his chest, for eternity.

He gave that teasing giggle low in his chest. “That should be Lord Ancunín, my sweet, but I’ll let it slide for you…”

Her hand, like lightning now that she mastered her new vampiric strength, flew for the curve of his ass, giving it a punishing squeeze through his suede and leather trousers. “Behave,” she smirked up at him as he gave her a mocking scowl, “my Lord.”

“Yes, dear,” he shook his head, a sultry, sinister smile that showed all his teeth caught in the dim light as he led them to make one final turn. He took note of the way her cool hand clutched harder in his as they entered under the gate of the cemetery.

She knew right where he was headed, begrudgingly, she looked into his softly smirking face as they stood at the foot of his headstone. “Why?” was all she could say.

His palm caressed her cheek, that warm touch grounding her even as her undead heart began to pound hard, if slowly, in her chest. “Now that our enemies have fallen, it’s time to start anew, don’t you think? The Ascendant and his Raven?”

“You mean the Bone Picker and her devoted husband, don’t you?” she snickered, a bit irked and yet…. Something about being his made her stomach flutter and coil with that constant need for satisfaction.

“What about, Lord and Lady Ancunín, hmm?” he pulled her flush against his body, that damned beaded jacket again, now his new favorite, scratching through the silk of her new chemise. “What we were always wanting to be… destined to be, don’t you think?”

Hand braced in the center of his chest, her every new sense could hear his heart thumping, feel the blood rush in his veins again, smell it beginning to race and pool in certain parts of his anatomy.

As if she didn’t always know the instant he grew hard for her.

“Are you seriously thinking about…” she arched her eyes wryly at him, words failing her as she chose to just grab for his erection instead. He just grinded that thickening length through his leathers into her palm. A laugh in her ear as she felt his warm breath inhaling her scent. “You know we are in a graveyard?” she taunted.

“Yes,” he chuckled louder.

“And that we are standing at your gravesite, as much of a lie as it is…”

His tongue trapped the soft bottom of her ear to suck it gently into his mouth. “Yes,” he rasped, a bit rougher in his throat.

“And you do know this is a place where I now have not one, but two horrible memories of laying near unconscious, my head near your own… headstone, right?” She shuddered under his warm lips, pulling him tighter into her hand on his cock by the small of his back.

“Yes,” he replied, “and don’t you think we grieve those poor memories to make a new one here… together?” His words were honey-sweet, balm on her wounds. His nose nuzzled against her neck, breathing in her scent, she knew.

“I’ve been… yours… for a tenday, and you’re already an absolute freak, wanting to fuck on your grave…”

“You love me, though,” he smirked, shaking his head. “It’s not like you wouldn’t do the same, little love.”

“Not my grave, not my name in stone,” she shoved him by his cock, making him grunt so sweetly as he withdrew just a breath.

“It can be arranged you know,” he forced his voice steady, trying so hard to keep that silken seduction in his tone. “After all, I did kill you.”

“Please,” she huffed, rolling her now crimson eyes as she stilled her hand and eased it off his erection. “In a fair fight, I would still kick your arse, Astarion… good thing you Ascended, just to even the odds.” Cordehlia grinned, lips twisting to one side as she let her touch fall. His eyes widened in hurt, or panic, or desperation as he caught her wrist to replace it there between his legs immediately.

“My love, I am the Vampire Ascendant now,” he purred into her face, “every fight is fair… for me.”

Cordehlia let out a very loud, nasally, and ugly noise, cracking into that smile that warmed his heart and showed all her teeth, fangs included now. “Great,” she rolled her eyes, a show of petulance, “As if you need the entitlement or fodder for your arrogance, my love.”

“Just what I’m due,” he brushed his lips against hers, her own so eager for another taste. Her breath forced its way into his mouth, her teeth nipping gently one his lips, longing for a taste, he knew. “Hungry?�� he rasped into her kiss, and she was only able to nod and bite just a bit harder with her blunted teeth.

“Famished,” she whispered, licking her tongue over the roof of his mouth.

“Then kneel, my darling…”

She flashed him a look of narrowed eyes and twisted mouth, irritated but intrigued. Suspicious but aroused. Her fingers slid with tantalizing lightness down the sinews of his thighs, her knees bending as he smirked with tickled delight. The sight of his love, playful minx she was, looking for any chance she could to bend his rules. That glint in her eye, ancient and youthful, said as much.

She loved this. But she wouldn’t let him know that entirely. Not yet. For now, she was happy to taunt and gaze at his forever-ethereal beauty. The moon lit the night air behind him, those silver curls fairly glowing, kissed by the stars, just as they alway had each evening they would find one another. Perhaps he gazed with slightly more hunger down at her now, perhaps he craved having his way more than before… but not so much as he had once, the spoiled son of a noble family, destined for greatness.

And greatness finally found him, she could see he thought as much. He sighed contentedly, eagerly, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw to gasp so carefully under her chin.

To tilt her mouth just right for his kiss.

Ravenous, she arched upwards for his lips, working her mouth with all heat and fangs and mouth-watering desire. Until something warm dripped from their lips, the coppery tang of his own blood coating his tongue before he even felt the ice-cold prick of her own fang at the corner of his mouth. “Tch, naughty,” he hissed as she sucked the blood that seeped more with every lick.

Cordehlia only laughed from her throat in reply, hand gripping mercilessly at the outline of his cock, making him swallow another grunt. Laughing and sucking, she freed those small brass buttons down the supple leather of his breeches.

A sigh of pure and heated contentment in his throat, he stood to watch. Those crimson eyes gleamed at him, bright with her own lust, sparkling with mischief. Her lips twitched, waiting to catch his cock the second it sprung free.

Her fingers, warmed from even the littlest drops of his blood in her belly now, she rubbed his length. All silken skin and risen veins, she stroked him in one hand and palmed the smooth, tight skin of his balls in her other. A gentle thrust of his hips, he could feel her breath as she inhaled his musk and salt from the v of his waist. But those lips didn’t aim for his pulsing, seeping head.

Oh no, his bride wrapped her warming lips fully around one of his balls. The groan he made echoed off the walls behind her, he needed to lean one hand on his own headstone just to steady his legs. She licked, first one then the other, tongue swirling over him as he could feel them tighten, as his cock twitched against her ear, resisting her gently hold around it.

“Gently,” he hissed, the cold drag of her fangs threatening the soft velvet skin in her mouth. And she just laughed.

“Afraid?” she murmured rubbing her nose into that hard plane of his hips.

“Mmm, I will only ever admit that to you, my treasure…” he braced himself for more. For another scrape of her teeth over his most sensitive of parts. The rush of fear and lust, of pleasure and pain sent arousal like molten heat right to his core.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” she purred, aiming those fangs for the side of his thigh buried inside the gap in his trousers. A small snarl reached her ears from above, muscles under her mouth bunched as she lapped the blood that flowed.

His hand moved into her fiery hair, guiding her blushing face back before him, but instead of shoving his cock between her plump lips, he sank to his knees too, her lips too tantalizing not to consume for his own. Her body too precious to keep at his feet for a moment longer.

Those strong hands, all too familiar with blade and bow, gripped into the collar of his jacket, twisting him and pulling him to crush her into the earth, their heads almost knocking against that aged stone. He growled, his thumb prying open her jaw to dive his tongue in deeper. “Cordehlia,” his voice dripping like honey and brushing like silk, “I love the taste of you… after you’ve tasted me.”

Her smile answered as it pressed into his mouth. Cordehlia only wanted more, wanted to glut on his love for her, to feed until she was drunk on his lust and his cock and his desire. She bucked and wriggled and slid her own sensible trousers free. One of his free hands worked them off as well, until she could kick them to the side, her supple boots joining them. Satisfied at last, she slunk a hand to touch her own slickness. But Astarion only growled, a push of his mind against her own, desirous and disapproving. Instead he chuckled into their working mouths. He grinded heavily into her hips, hooking his knee into her own.

Spreading her.

Straining her apart until he could glide his length through that pool between her thighs. Her craving was palpable, her hunger filled his own stomach. One warm palm at the back of her head, and he placed her panting mouth on his own throbbing neck.

Fangs sank into his skin, his cock thrusting deep into her dripping folds. Swallow by swallow as she drank from him, she grew warm, igniting little by little from within, around him, under him. Just a bit more, he split her by her thigh. Making her gasp with a mouthful of his blood. Making her arch just right to take him in so deep, that throbbing head of his cock pressed against the end of her channel.

For laying on a patch of land to hold the dead, he had never felt so alive. Not with his pulse raging through his veins, from the tips of his ears to the twitch of his cock buried deep inside her.

Always eager, ravenous for more, demanding and needy… it didn’t matter if it was their first time

By that ancient stream or the current time, here and now by his headstone, she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Buried to his balls, eyes fixed into hers, one heart and one breath between them. Lovers then and now and for eternity. “Until the world falls down…” he had said before. And that glimmer in his moonstruck, crimson eyes now as he fucked into her repeated it over and over again.

Nails dug into the small span of his back, wherever she could reach his flesh. Her touch gripped hard beneath the band of his trousers to pull him in. As if he needed the enticement. The way their foreheads pressed tightly, their mouths slack and eyes locked… Cordehlia groaned, her own strength clutched hard around him, legs around his waist, fingers dug deep enough for blood as she bucked in bliss. He grit his teeth, savoring the way she pulsed around him, trying to to be undone at the same moment. Biting his tongue, closing his eyes, he forced himself to last through it, even as her ecstacy swept him away. The weight of her hand at his nape pulled his mouth to her tongue. Instantly she lapped at the blood that dripped from where he nipped himself.

Of course she would sense it, hunger for it. He just laughed as he stilled inside her at that moment. Letting her feast on him. “Enough?” he purred, a little unbidden roll of his hips through her extra-slick folds now.

“Never,” her grip already pulled at his collar, mouth pressed sharply into hers. He hissed, the pressure of her tight walls, the rock of her hips to take him deeper… the taste of his blood on their tongues. It was everything he ever wanted.

Well… maybe… one more thing…

Cradling her head in his palm, he sank his fang into her working lower lip, that floral taste that was so truly hers alone filled his mouth. One swallow of her essence, and he burst. Pulse after pulse, he erupted and shook as he came. His breath stifled by her mouth, it was all he could do to close his eyes to the moonlight in the graveyard and let his body ride hard and fast.

Until the only sound in that vacant yard was their rapid breathing, the slick of their sexes, and the racing of his one Ascendant heart.

He kept his voice soft, fingers stroking over that arch of her cheek, those crimson eyes fluttering and filling with tears unshed to catch the starlight. Almost like the silver they once were. “Do you remember what I promised you that last night before I… left you?”

Cordehlia gave a wet laugh, just the one. “Do you remember, Ancunín?” she teased through the surge of tenderness that warmed her inside and out.

He quirked his brows, mock offense darkening his sharp features even as he smiled. “How dare you…” he taunted back, pinching her earlobe as if she were a naughty little elfling. Which she always would be to him, deep down. “I recall promising you wardrobes of silken dresses, notoriety as the beautiful bride of a powerful man… that the City would kneel at your feet, my darling…”

Now she sniffed back her tears as they flowed for real, turning her head to hide them from him. “That was so long ago, Astarion…. I, I don’t even know if I am the same. I don’t know if I belong in a world of luxury and finery and butter-soft dresses…”

His fingers just kept stroking her face. Waiting.

She sighed. “I think she died when she thought you dead, when she saw you all those years ago in the tavern…”

He silenced her with a kiss, tender and tasting and soft as he could. His thumb wiped off a single cool tear as it trekked down her face.

“We are both dead and remade you know,” he whispered as he looked down at her again. “I’d like to still give you whatever you desire. Your delight is mine. Your sorrow, mine.”

Her eyes struggled to meet his gaze, but once they did, she grinned gently. “And yours mine,” she swallowed through her crying.

Astarion swept his hand to her hair now, soft and fiery. Just like her. “I would like nothing better than to spoil you for eternity, to rebuild this city or travel or battle or return to our home country to remember or seclude ourselves in a palace… as long as we do it together.”

“I’d like that,” she smiled wider, her own hand cupping his fiercely grinning face. “As long as we do it together.”

Lips brushed, sweet and chaste, a kiss of promise and hope and future—a caress of one breath, one blood, one heart. As they broke apart, she shoved him in the chest, trying to sit up.

A smirk on his lips, he let her, busying himself with arranging his clothes back properly as he stood. Lost in the moonlight, gazing into the sky, he only turned once he heard the scratch of a dagger into stone.

She was a sight, burnished hair spilling over her shoulders, barely clothed again, and that shining dagger in her hand. With every scratch, she carved into the headstone beneath his name.

With her own.

Cordehlia Aquilae, followed by her own years of life, far exceeding his inscribed above.

He just watched until she was done, standing to return her weapon home, dusting off her hands as she turned. “Don’t let it get to your head you killed me, Astarion,” she teased and drew closer. “You really don’t need to inflate your pride any more.”

He answered with that same wicked look, all smirking lips and devouring eyes. “Our little secret then,” he purred, pulling her close once she was within reach. “My eternal lover, beyond the reach of time… Cordehlia Aquilae…”

She shook her head, raising on her toes to kiss him again. “No, she’s dead.” The words rang with a hint of sadness. But then he looked into her eyes. Bright with the stars, her cheeks flushed with his blood in her veins. “Cordehlia Ancunín, that is if you’ll have me…”

“Forever,” he interrupted before she could say anything else disparaging, “in every position, in any place… Never again from my side.”

“Promise?” she rasped, a grind of her hips against his that ignited his body again. So soon

“I promise you Cordehlia, my bride, my love…” he pulled her close, close enough to feel her body still warm from their first coupling. The first of many tonight, he smirked so assuredly. “We have a beautiful if probably bloody future ahead of us, my love.” His finger brought her rosy lips, her glinting fanged-smile against his own. “I can hardly wait.”

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Thus ends the Pale Elf Quest AU for these romantic heroes. Thank you for enduring the angst to get to the happy ending.

But….. it’s not really an ending. There will be more for Corstarion 💞🗡️. I mean, now they’re both powerful, happy, menaces of a vampiric nature. I will add on epilogue chapters, but for now this chapter does mark the “end” of the Quest in canon.

Watch this page for their Ascendant and Raven adventures however. And yes, they will be even hornier and bloodthirsty now.

♥️ Pursuits

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weenwrites · 7 months

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love 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 LOVE your writing! You’re one of, like, three authors I can actually identify. (I don’t pay attention to who writes what nor do I remember, but you write so well that from rereads and new reads I recognize you).

When you feel up to it, can you do TFP Smokey, OP, and Ratchet with an s/o (cargo plane alt, big bot, like Stratosphere) crashing like Smokey did and the surprise reunion? Aaaand maybe other misc reactions of such a big bot?

✎ A/N: Aa thank you so much for your kind words!! :D Also I could've sworn I did a reuniting with S/O on earth thing with Optimus and Ratchet before, so I leaned more towards reactions about having a massive S/O instead.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Smokescreen

When the two of you first met, he was in complete and total awe at your sheer gargantuan size. In fact, the way he gawked at you the whole time he was passing by, may have caught your attention and saved him from bumping straight into a glass panel that two bots were moving, and if that wasn't the case, then ah well.

Anyway, back before the war grew so hectic, he was proud to have a partner as cool as you, and every time the random person he was talking with would comment about you, he'd casually just slip in a "yeah, that's my partner" with the most love-struck look on his face.

There's no place in the world where he wouldn't recognize you right off the bat. Aside from your size being your most defining trait, he'd recognize your color scheme, alt-mode, and voice anywhere, no matter what was going on. And the moment you crash-landed right in front of him, he was so confident that he knew you well enough to tell you apart from any phony.

Of course the rest of the team were immediately going at him, telling him that it's not that easy to tell their real friends apart from the spies, but when he's proven right that it is indeed you, he never lets them live it down and now all they want is for him to shut up about it.

As badly as he wants to share a habsuite with you, the chances are that you are waaay too big to fit in any rooms. The largest room that could possibly fit you is the training room, but even then you dwarf it easily (and also they need to use that...). Once you get your own room, however, he spends much more time with you in there than he does in his own habsuite.

He brags about you quite a lot to the rest of the team and says things like "did you know that my s/o—" or "oh hey! y/n used to enjoy doing that before the war—" and at this point they're all fed up with how lovesick he is. They would shove him off on patrol with you to take care of the problem. Even Arcee's started teasing you, about all these things that Smokescreen's said, and honestly it'll get so embarrassing that you'll probably ask him to stop at some point.

He's very eager to fight along side you, and keeps encouraging you to go out with him into battle. He'll paint vivid pictures of your shared glory—just imagine, the moment you step onto the field you'll completely level the cons to ashes! They won't ever know what hit them!

Optimus

If you met sometime before the war, when he was still an archivist, then he'd frequently go out to visit you since you were probably too big to be walking around the Iacon Hall of Records. Flying with you was one of his favorite past times after any long and difficult shifts. Unfortunately the two of you don't get to enjoy that once peaceful feeling of flying together when the war started. Flying lost its relaxing touch and soon became more stressful and frightening, as the fear of being shot out of the sky became more prevalent in both your lives.

Soon enough, the fear of losing one another had became something so horrifically possible, and the next second it became real, and the rest became history that passed in several long, agonizing years.

As opposed to expressing joy and relief to seeing you again—well, he partly was—he was initially skeptical that it was truly you. The team had been tricked by a decepticon spy before, who's to say it won't happen again? Yet the moment you confirm your identity, he allows his cold, distant front to drop, and he sincerely welcomes you back.

Though he didn't express any enthusiasm outright upon seeing you again, he makes his feelings clearer once the two of you are away from prying eyes. And as you catch up, it's not hard to miss how the war has made him jaded and weary, yet you don't have to look too far to see glimpses of how he was before.

He tries to situate a nice comfortable living space for you—preferably somewhere that's within the base, but since you're too big to fit in any of the current rooms they have, the best they'd have is probably someplace outside. And if this is sometime after the base was destroyed, then unfortunately the best he could do for you was get the biggest hangar they have on base to house you in your alt-mode.

But then there comes the problems with energon rations... Your massive size and your altmode automatically constitutes an equally large portion of energon is required for you to function, and with the team's unfortunate shortage and size, it's difficult to obtain enough energon to keep everyone functioning... Yet perhaps now with your assistance, it may be easier to obtain enough energon to supply the entire team.

Ratchet

Even before the war, he was no stranger to loss. There have been patients who he couldn't save and the war only increased that amount ten-fold, yet the feeling never ceased in it's capacity to tear him apart from the inside. A lot of horrible things have happened to him, but the moment he lost you took the cake for the "worst thing that's ever happened". And in that moment, it was as if things were as painful and horrible as possible, it couldn't get any worse and it would never get better again.

And yet that moment eventually passed, as all things do. Though the tears shed have long since dried, and the loud, echoing sobs have grown quiet, that absence always stuck with him. He doesn't think of it as much as he used to, he's far too occupied with his own work to mourn, but it's still there.

Beholding you was like beholding a ghost, and he couldn't really believe that you were standing right there in front of him. He's nigh speechless, but somehow he manages to get himself together to say your name at the very least. He's quick to run a general check-up, and your massive size doesn't slow his work in the slightest.

As much as he'd prefer to have you live within the base, the place is already pretty crowded as is, and with someone your size packed in with the rest of the bunch, he wouldn't be surprised if the number of accidents around the base would skyrocket tenfold. Of course he doesn't mean any offense to you, it's just that there's no space for you. Their current base is so ridiculously minuscule in comparison to the buildings back on cybertron that it feels like they're living in a cardboard box that the U.S. government kicked over to them. While it's certainly far from ideal, he still has to make do, so he'll try to help think of something to improve your living conditions.

Sure, the thought that someone could get hurt on a mission is something that weighs on his mind every single time, but for some reason whenever you're deployed, that anxiety of his worsens ten-fold. It may be because you're partners, but from a medical standpoint, if you were to get hurt, you could leave a massive crater in the team's resources. Not only could you easily wipe out what little energon they have, but the team doesn't have the proper resources to patch up any major injuries, and the last thing he wants right now is to be forced to say goodbye to you permanently.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

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makeyoumine69 · 2 years

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For the celebration- could you do daddy kink & breeding?👀

Lust

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: When you woke up at night from a sudden heat inside your body, Patrick was here to settle your most carnal needs.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │HEAVY breeding kink, passionate sideways & prone sex, extremely needy reader, fingering, implied masturbation, a lot of sensual touches, creampie and some more.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.7k

◥ A/N: To be honest, I didn't expect breeding kink to become so popular among my prompts, but I really enjoy writing it! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it!

◥ LINKS: │Bingo Writing Challange Masterlist│ │Main Masterlist│

A big thanks to @spaghettificationandpretzels for amazing banners! 🥰

It was the middle of the night when you suddenly woke up, feeling the longing heat in your lower body, which was flowing like lava. Fidgeting on your back, you looked at Patrick, who was dreaming sweetly next to you, his broad chest rising and falling at a steady pace. That burning feeling seemed to increase with each second, inducing you to think you were going to burn alive unless you do something soon.

Turning on your other side, you removed the blanket to cool yourself a bit, but almost right away–you heard him moving behind your back as he pressed himself against you, wrapping his brawny arms around your tiny frame and nuzzling at the crook of your neck. The tight proximity between your bodies almost compelled you to cry out from need; a million shivers ran down your spine just from one brisk contact with his groin and damn, he was so hard.

Trembling, you had to bite your lip before you took his big palm and traced it down along your abdomen, as you couldn’t resist this unbearable urge anymore. As soon as you pressed his hand against your mound, you heard his muffled groan near your ear; it scared you a bit, but by that moment you couldn’t hold back yourself anymore, moving his palm even lower to your wet panties–the last barrier that had left.

“Mm-mmh…” you whimpered against the pillow to shush yourself when you pushed his palm under your damp underwear. “P-Patrick…”

Gulping, you put your legs together to make the physical contact even more intense, and then you moved yourself against his hand, grinding on it as you were losing your mind from a ravenous hunger inside your lower belly. Inflamed, you gave Bateman a quick glance to check if he was still sleeping, and it seemed like he was—his breathing was steady and deep.

Soon, his perfect white sheets became damp beneath you as you set up the pace, sliding his hand shamelessly along your wet folds and paying special attention to your blushing clit. Sobbing against the pillow, you hoped he wouldn’t be angry about this little fun of yours; last evening Patrick came back from work so exhausted and tired, you didn’t want to bother him with your sexual needs, although you knew–he would fuck you into oblivion by your one word.

“Aa-aaww...” Accidentally, you moaned louder than before but you didn’t really notice that as you were drowning in the ocean of pleasure, brushing his thumb against your little tip.

Panting, you nearly wrapped your legs around his arm like a snake, closing your eyes from the blissful sensation when you suddenly felt his fingers moving alongside your palm, sneaky poking at your moist entrance.

“What a pleasant, wet beginning of the day,” he purred into your ear, tickling the soft skin around it. “I like it...”

“A-aah, Daddy…” you arched your back against his solid body from how his thin fingers were playing with your moist clit, rubbing it between them and then massaging intense circular motions into it, inducing your toes to curl. “I… I didn’t want to w-wake you up…”

“It’s okay, Sweetheart.”

“N-need you, Daddy…” you gulped, covering his palm with yours once again, patting it and encouraging him to stuff your pussy with his experienced digits. “I’m so… So sensitive right now because of the hormones… Aa-aww…”

With a quiet growl, Patrick encircled your boobies with his strong arm, rolling on his side to be closer, so he could pump your inner channel deeper. “I can tell…Don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you.”

Licking your neck, he lifted your leg, and that sudden new angle of penetration caused a pitiful wail to escape your mouth as you could feel his fingers, slipping in and out your cunt with slick nasty sounds, as they were stimulating the spot you needed him the most.

“O-ohhh, mm-mm Gosh,” you had to grab a pillow, jolting along his muscular frame. “You m-make me… Feel so good… Pat… Patrick.”

“Baby girl,” he snarled in a low voice, twisting your hard nipple between his fingers and curling his digits inside your feverish cleft. “You’re clenching so tightly already, you wanna cum?”

“Mmm… Yes, b-but…”

“But you want me to fuck you?” he murmured, tugging on your earlobe and sucking it after. “And fill you with my seed, drown your pussy in it?”

Trembling as if an electric shock hit you, you covered his hand with yours, sinking your nails into his perfect skin and whimpering your words like a plea: “Yeah-h! Oh, please, Daddy… Wanna feel you inside-mmm, I can’t wait for you to knock me up.”

“Fuck, babe,” grumping, Bateman left a sensible mark on your neck before he shoved his fingers nearly till his knuckles, forcing you to cry out in delight. “You drive me crazy when ya talk dirty, you know that?”

“I just want to give you as many children as you want, Daddy,” you looked at him and it seemed like his eyes were glowing in the darkness with a wild lust, which was consuming him by the second. “P-please…I….”

You didn’t even finish your sentence as almost right away you felt his swollen tip, rubbing against your soaked little hole as he was smearing your slickness all around it. And then, he sheathed himself into your spasming inner channel, in a slow but possessive push.

When Patrick bottomed out completely, you both gasped and twitched from the feeling of your bodies finally bonded, losing yourselves with each second, especially when he slammed into you, with his tip brushing against your cervix.

Huffing, Bateman kissed your shoulder before he sneered: “Mmm-my dear little girl…You can’t imagine how much I want to see you-aaarghh...Pregnant...”

Speeding up the tempo, he raised your leg higher together with his to make a friction even more sensual, his heavy balls were pleasurably hitting your ass and right now you wanted nothing more than to be claimed by this man and pumped with his fertile seed till it would leak out your pussy.

“P-Patrick… Aw-ww, I’m so close…”

“I got you, babe,” Patrick breathed out as his own body yearned for a sweet release, but at that moment, his full focus was on helping you to crest your high. “Spread your legs wider for Daddy… Mm-mm, yes… Just like that, good girl…” His low groan pierced through your head like a hurricane, forcing all of your thoughts to vanish and your mind to become cloudy.

“Aahh…I think I feel you in my b-belly…”

“I bet…” Holding you tightly, Bateman placed his large palm between your legs once again, stimulating your throbbing clit with gentle motions, but soon they turned into persistent rough strokes, which left you no choice but to sink into the ocean of pleasure.

“D-Daddy…” A stifled moan broke out from your heated mouth when you turned to face him, desperately searching for his brown eyes.

One innocent look of yours, was enough for him to unriddle everything you wanted, saying nothing else; right away, Patrick pulled your face closer to his and kissed your soft lips, a little harsher than he planned to, but it didn’t stop you from falling into the ravishing forgetfulness, feeling the pure ecstasy flowing through your veins. Quivering, you moaned against his mouth, whilst your hands were desperately tracing all over his body, not knowing what to clutch, but then he suddenly grabbed one of them with confidence, inducing you to wrap it around his neck.

“My little beautiful Angel,” Bateman crooned in a sensual voice, clinging you securely as he was thrusting into your shaking little form sideways, fucking you through your orgasm. “Cumming so hard around Daddy’s cock… Aaf-fuck…”

Patrick cursed to himself as he was about to lose it right now, as your inner walls were embracing his beefy girth, milking it so deliciously, but he still needed more. With a careful motion, he flipped you on your belly, making you gasp from an unexpected change of position, but then you turned into a whimpering mess once again as Bateman climbed on you from above, pressing against the bed with his powerful body; his solid hips were ramming into you like a jackhammer.

“(Y/N),” he growled in a raspy voice before he planted a wet kiss on the nape of your neck. “I wanna hear you… Angel, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy, so you can have my baby inside of you… Soon, everyone will know who you belong to!”

“Mm-please, claim me, Daddy… Ah, mm-love you…” Hiccupping each time his thick cock was brushing against the neck of your womb, you were laying obediently beneath his massive muscles as you were ready to take anything he was going to give you.

“Say it… Say it again!” Patrick snarled, wrapping his hands around your shoulders and snuggling into you even harder as he was trying to be as closer to you as possible.

“I love you…Pat-mmm, Patrick….Aw-ww!”

Bateman didn’t expect your words affect him that much, at one moment he even thought he would literally crush you with his rough pounds, but when he felt your hands gently petting his, and your legs opened wider–he couldn't hold back it anymore, as your devoting submission sent him over the edge.

Pulling on the sensitive skin of your neck, Patrick shot his warm seed into your overstimulated pussy, fucking you with sloppy ragged thrusts and pressing you down with his full weight. Wailing miserably, you didn’t dare to move, even though you felt yourself uncomfortable from how he was pushing you against the sheets.

When the delirious sensation let him go, Patrick heard you sobbing beneath him and almost straight away, he carefully touched your face, stroking your cheek as if he was asking you to look at him, whispering nearly notable: “I love you too, my Angel.”

With a sharp breath, you allowed him to press his lips against yours, sensing your heart about to make a flip inside your chest from the unbearable strong feeling you had for this man and nothing in this world would prove the opposite.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader

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Your art looks super cool! I really like all the colors and just the overall vibe/look it has!

aa thank you so much!! that makes me so happy to hear c:

even if my technical skill isn't the greatest, i am super glad i can create a vibe from it still ^^

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sailorsenshishitposter · 3 months

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The anti Gojo fan club

"Are you sure you belong here?" Asked the oversized bouncer. Standing before him was a young teenage boy with pink locks and a school uniform.

"I think you'd be more comfortable at that place." He then pointed over to the club down the road (Weenie Hut Jr.'s).

"I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm on the list."

The bouncer then looked down and noticed four glowing, red eyes. He gulped and tried his best not to shit himself on the spot before moving aside and letting the boy in. Sighing in relief, the man let himself regain composure. It was then that he heard the most terrifying words in his life.

"Kenjaku, I told you that you were in charge of snacks! Honestly, I can't count on you for anything. It seems that I'M the one who has to do everything around here! Hey, you! How would you like to be apart of our dinner service instead of guarding that door?"

Sukuna said apart of as in literally. Everyone dragged the man in as the king of curses got his tools ready.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Kitchen!"

______

Uraume was now busy cooking. They had a number of dishes in mind such as skewered intestines, "finger" sandwiches and some roasted thigh to name a few. As they were preparing the feast, the meeting began.

"Welcome, lowly peasants! Today marks our third annual villains assembly (totally not the bad guy version of AA that Gojo had forced on them). I see we have some new faces here. Care to introduce yourselves?"

A scrawny man stood up.

"M-my name is Ijichi and I joined because I can't tolerate Gojo's abuse any longer! He keeps spouting something about how "he's the 'honoured' one", and that's the reason why he's allowed to put kick me signs on my back and keep ding dong ditching my doorbell all night!"

The man then started to have a nervous breakdown and began to sob.

"There, there. You are among friends now. You see, everyone here has a reason for hating the six eyed bastard."

"Not me. I'm just here for the free coupon tickets!"

Sukuna sighed.

"Who is the guy again?"

"My name's Reggie Star! I've been on TLC's extreme couponing! Why does everyone forget I exist!?"

"Reggie, we've been over this. This is solely for those that hate Satoru Gojo. If you can't abide by our clubs rules then feel free to leave."

Suddenly Kenjaku began to choke himself. Sukuna gave him a curious glance.

"Sorry, you know how my vessel likes to act up."

Sukuna nodded in agreement.

"We need to end this meeting in two hours or else the brat will wake up and spoil the fun. Now, is there anything else worth mentioning? Speak now."

"When do we get to play board games?"

"Damn it Mahito, you know well enough that those festivities don't take place until after everyone has eaten!"

"Hey, what is that!?"

Everyone started to notice a figure that was clearly trying to hide behind the throne but it was useless.

"I can hear your mosquito like voice already, Yorozu! You know the rules, no girls allowed."

The girl then popped out and began to pout.

"Then why do Mahito and Kashimo get to be here!?"

"For the last time, Mahito is a curse who has no gender and the consensus was that while Kashimo "looks female enough", he is indeed still male."

Mahito then decided to taunt her.

"Yeah! What's so cool about girls anyway!?"

"Didn't you wear a school girl uniform while fondling breasts you created?"

"That was one time Jogo, and it wasn't even canon!"

"I've had enough of this. Someone escort her out!"

Yorozu screamed and thrashed so Kenjaku released Kurourushi outside. She immediately ran after the cockroach so she could study it.

"Dinner is ready."

______

After everyone had finished, Mahito asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

"Which tastes better? Humans or curses?"

Kenjaku then appeared."Let me help answer that."

Kenny then began to drag a screaming Mahito towards his palm and then proceed to vore him down.

"Thank you! He was getting on my nerves."

Kenjaku began to savor the taste of Maximum Uzumaki and then proceeded to vomit the curse back up.

"I'd have to say humans. How did my vessel put it? You taste like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit."

Sukuna then joined in.

"So it matches his personality?"

"Correct."

Mahito was now trembling on the floor when the king of curses looked down upon him.

"Kenjaku, won't you be a dear friend and put on some karaoke for the entertainment? I want to sing skyfall."

Jogo lit his pipe up and started getting blazed. He had been waiting for the curse to get his ass beat.

"This weed is so good Hanami. Where did you find it?"

".ti werg I"

"Nevermind..."

______

"Wherever you go, I go. What you see, I see."

Mahito was now running for his life as Sukuna walked towards him. He thought about hiding in the bathroom but then remembered a word of advice he read on Yoshihiro Togashi's twitter account. "Never shit alone, for if you do, the horny clown will come to decapitate you!"

"Why did Gege have to put me in Shonen Jump!?"

Something then grabbed him by his collar.

"Found You!"

"Look, if this is about all those times I cheated when I was the banker in Monopoly, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, we're not killing you."

______

Mahito was now placed inside a pet crate.

"What's going on!?"

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nanami?"

"I didn't expect to see you here Ijichi. I'm here because I was told that there was a curse that needs to be euthanized. Fortunately, I'm kind hearted and believe that even the worst animals have a chance at being reformed. It just takes proper discipline..."

The cage began to rattle.

"NOOOO! ANYONE BUT HIM! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!"

Kento then picked up the handle of the carrier.

"Expect to be eating out of a dog bowl and being kept on a leash once we get home."

Everyone failed to realize that the two hour window had passed and Itadori began to wake up.

"Huh? What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The crowd wasn't sure what to do until Kenjaku stepped up.

"Hello, son. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I really am dreaming then. Something that crazy could only happen in my imagination."

"You're my special. You were the only one I didn't abort."

"Huh? No offense mister but you're really creeping me out. I think I'm just gonna head out."

After the boy left, Kashimo spoke up."

So how big was he?"

"Gross!"

Everyone knew that the god of thunder had a thing for the king of curses.

"All I'm saying is that they were identical twins right?"

"I've had enough of this filth! Youngsters these days!"

Out came a disgusted Gakuganji. He was clearly the biggest Gojo hater but it seems that he couldn't tolerate the crudness of today's youth. The club would never hear his guitar covers of Jimi Hendrix again.

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hello i know this may be totally weird as i havent submitted an oc (yet.. I'm still cooking) but I made a uraniumverse logo? no pressure to use it. i just thought itd be fun and whipped it up. :3

also the green on the Uranium is supposed to represent radiation. i thought it looked cool also im a nerd who likes science 🤓 /hj

AA WAITWAIT WAIT I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH???

i started this as a silly little blog to get peoples ocs to interact cause i thought it was a cool idea and i didn't expect people to actually be as passionate as i am about their ocs it's so awesome 😭🫶🫶 and to have someone make a logo?!?! i love this a lot 😭

anyway setting aside the mini rant, WILL DEFINITELY USE THIS AS THE PFP

i was already thinking about using a purple colored pfp because i think it would look good with the gray theme but OH I LOVE THISS

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!

#♥ outside the uraniumverse ♥#★the uraniumverse★#i guess it's kinda both tags #THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS ACTUALLY SO SICK

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to mod, Hey tthere silly dudeszz... i need the info so How do Bailey fight? LIKE I NEED YOU TO INFODUMP ME ON HOW THEY FIGHT [Copypasting this to the others inbox lmao]

OMG THANK YOU FOR ASKING THISSSSS So Bailey has multiple different fighting styles just because of all the different places he’s lived. He was rarely at the AA headquarters, usually out on some mission, and then there’s the stuff he learned before he was auctioned. He usually prefers to have some sort of weapon, so hand-to-hand combat is usually not his go-to. He does pack quite a blow though, because his muscles would’ve been strengthened by the weight of holding his heavier weapons (rifles, katanas, ETC) over long periods of time. (Plus training) His preferred weapon is a pistol, really any kind, but the one he carries on his waist has a grip made to fit his hands specifically and he likes that. The other two in his backpack are just in case. He’s good at aiming, even at moving targets, plus it’s small, fast to load, and easy to carry. (Light) He’s good at sniping (with or without rifles) and even mid-range, but the close range gun/hand-to-hand you see in movies? The one where they’re like, rolling on the floor tryna shoot each other and tackle each other? Yeah he sucks at that. It’d probably never happen anyway, but if it did, he’d probably opt to something like biting his opponent. Growing up in a heavily cultural environment, Bailey was taught the basics of both Aikido and Kenjutsu before he left. This is why he likes looking at cool katanas and making up his own moves because he was never taught anything beyond basic, so he’s not really that skilled in these areas. Doesn’t really use this method, but his old friend Cameron taught him how to make explosives from household materials and scraps of metal/trash. He uses pocket knives/switchblades usually to sharpen sticks/prepare food/cut random stuff when needed. Not usually a weapon, but if he has to… And a kitchen knife is a pretty good standard weapon too, if he needs it. Because of his aiming, he could probably do well with a bow, but where would he keep it? He thinks it’s kinda impractical when he can have the small, easy and transportable gun instead. His actual fighting STYLE is very much ‘see the situation then make a decision whether to fight or not’ unless that person is hurting his friends. In that case, they better come up with their last words soon. He’s pretty fluid in his movements, given his flexibility and strength and he keeps that up with a little practice every morning (which Pebble complains abt bc he has to leave bed ((whatever bed means, it could be a random alley or Jasper’s shelter. It depends.))) Sharp movements are not his go-to bc pulling muscles, ouch :( and he HATES stretching. (He’ll still do it tho) He usually does a lot of flippy evasion stuff in hand-to-hand (ducking, rolling under, dodging, flipping, ETC) so usually he hopes a few hard hits from him are enough to knock the other out. He spends the rest of the time evading blows. Well that’s everything I can think of… lmk if you wanna know anything more specific or anything else! Asks are still wiiide open :D -mod

#ramshackle #ramshackle bailey #ramshackle au #ramshackle oc #oc rp #oc #bailey interaction #Bailey’s fighting style yippee

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Watched the movie today and all I could think about was this. (So spoilers but I’ll try to keep it vague)

Miguel seems to be looking for someone to blame. Someone he can take out and kill to make him finally feel like this wasn’t because of him. Some thing. Anything. To make him feel deserving again. He needs to take out all of these non canon things and people, to fix everything to make him feel better. Miles just happened to me the next thing on his list. Idk maybe I’m over analyzing. Sry about rambling your really cool. Hopefully this doesn’t sound out of character

ALSO I LOVE YOUR ART OF HIM and Mikey. I wanted to tell you cause I wanted to know your ideas and opinions (and your just cool so yeah) I’m rambling again..anyway byeeee

AA THANK YOU SM 🥰 AND NO NO WAIT. YOURE SO RIGHT I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ANALYZE MIGUEL AS A CHARACTER BECAUSE HES SOO INTERESTING.

talking more abt him under the read more (spoilers!)

I think so too!!! Miguel is definitely Extremely guilt ridden by making a whole universe get destroyed because of him (also adding a parent grief depression to the mix). And we can totally see how he actually gets out of his way completely to help by the sheer fact that Miguel is the one who created the spidey society in the first place. He does that out of sheer guilt.

Miguel doesn't want anyone going through what he went trough if he can help it, because he Knows what someone would live trough if they are the sole reason a whole universe perishes because of them. And that's where the problem arises.

The problem is that everyone in there, Miguel included, have all grown emotionally numb to their own trauma and grief.

After seeing the pattern of All spideys losing someone beloved and important over and over and over again countless of times it just kind of makes it seem like that's something that Has to happen. Right?

So until then (before Miles appears where he shouldn't be) everything as it is works, because Miguel hasn't actually met with anyone that came close to what he did. He might be aware of other universes being in jeopardy and maybe even disappear completely but he's still disconnected from it because he decides which problems to intervene.

Until Miles appears out of nowhere in front of him. And I just Know he literally saw himself in Miles. He saw Miles being determined to stop how things Should go. He's seeing himself being selfish again right in front of him. So he decides to take it all out on Miles. All the blame and guilt and grief he feels about himself and how unfair it all is, he took it all out on Miles and blamed him for it.

Because there's truly no one else to blame but himself, but I think he's aware of that. And he doesn't want to forgive himself. at least not yet?

#im very normal about him so normal #I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS LIKE. HES SUCH A COMPLEX CHARACTER.#depressed old man my beloved #also i think being around spidey jokes 24/7 must be so fucking tiring lmao hes tired of them at this point #miguel you should retire and live with a certain turtle i think you guys would go along nicely and heal together and retake yall's silly be #ask #miguel o'hara

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i-ate-your-dog-srry · 6 months

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE ONLY BEEN DRAWING FOR A YEAR???

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT MY ART LOOKED LIKE AFTER A YEAR?

THIS 😭😭

Seriously, keep up the good work!

Your grasp of volumes and colour is already so good!!

Whao ... a cool artist complementing me!... :3 WAaa thank youUu <3 it's the only thing I have been good at!! Also, thanks for showing me this beautiful wolf dude he makes me giggle, silly dude <3 :D

WAAaAaAAa

Also I was staring at the way you were drawing barnaby it's so prettyyyyyyyyy waA it reminds me of the fox and the hound I would watch in on repeat!... copper is still one on my favorite characters he is so nostalgic and relatable AA IM YAPPING-

#waAAAa this is coolllll #ur cool >u<#AAAaaAa

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year

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Walking Through Hell

Season Two Episode Ten (Season Finale)

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

Words: 4753

Series Masterlist

Summary: Use the last two episodes of season four. Three inner conflicts come to a head in the season two finale.

Notes: Here is the season finale of season two! Thank you all for coming on this journey once again and I can’t wait to get the third season on the way! I’ve had so much fun with this series and it has such a special place in my heart. (Yes I wrote a crossover. It makes me happy.)

You expected to feel… well, something. Sad. Anxious. A sense of closure, maybe. But there was nothing. It was an unfamiliar numbness, unlike anything you’d felt before with the drinking or just the basic compartmentalizing you’d gotten so good at since the age of fifteen. At least now, you didn’t feel alone.

On either side of you stood a row of the best people you knew. They’d flown out to be with you.

All of them.

Aaron squeezed your hand to check if you were okay. He gave you a reassuring smile.

You nodded and took the photo out of your pocket. You didn’t know why you’d held onto it all these years, but this was the first time you found yourself able to give it up. It was from your thirteenth birthday when your mom had finally let you get your ears pierced. Her arms were locked around you while you gave the camera a toothy grin. You couldn't even remember who took the picture.

With everyone’s concerned eyes following you, you walked up to the gravestone and set the picture at the base.

The funeral happened while you were in rehab, not that you would have been strong enough to go anyway. You were surprised you’d made it off the plane now. Turning back to face the team of people behind you, you knew where your strength came from. All of them had helped you more than you would ever have the words to thank them.

Emily and JJ and Penelope were the best support you could as for. Dave treated you like the father you’d never had. Derek, who’d forced you back from the brink, gave you a small nod, reminding you of your own strength and how far you’d come. Aaron- your big brother- took you in all over again like he did before and like you knew he would do again if you asked. And Spencer… even though you’d broken his heart and moved out, he was there and you knew he always would be.

You walked back to join them. Derek put an arm around your shoulders and Spencer stayed by your side all the way back to the car. But as you got into the passenger side next to your brother, you looked back a final time at your mother’s headstone.

Lydia Y/L/N. May she find her way out of the darkness.

You weren’t sure why that was the memory in your mind, but it was all you could think about while you rambled on.

The water cooled your parched throat, dry from talking for the past hour. The one downside of learning how to share- sometimes you didn’t quite know when to stop.

“It sounds like things are going pretty well then?” Dr. Sweets asked, leaning forward in his chair with an encouraging smile. “You’re moving back in with your boyfriend, things at work have formed a steady rhythm to your schedule, and you’re continuing to go to AA meetings once a month.”

“I still have a few things left at Aaron’s, but yeah. Things are going pretty okay.” This time, you actually believed it.

Dr. Sweets sat back in his chair, giving you that look when he’s figured something out that you haven’t. You hated that look, but on the young shrink, it was somewhat bearable.

“Why do you think you’ve left things at Aaron’s apartment?”

You shrugged. “I just haven’t gotten around to it, I guess. It’s not a big deal. It’s just some of my things for work and some clothes.”

“Do you think you’re worried about having to move back in with your brother?”

“Aaron’s not a safety net.”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” he grinned. He’d played you into admitting your real feelings. Something he’d learned to do in the last few months of you seeing him.

You shook your head, smiling. “I hate it when you do that.”

“No, it’s why you like me.” He poured you another glass of water. “Why do you think that is?”

“Why do I like having you over the bored woman I saw before who probably thought I was crazy?”

“No,” he chuckled. “Why do you think you’re so nervous about moving back into your apartment with Spencer?”

“Oh look at that, we’re out of time,” you said.

“I know that trick.”

“I don’t know why I haven’t moved everything. I haven’t thought that much of it.”

He leaned forward again. “Y/N, we both know you have.”

“Dr. Sweets-”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Lance?” He smiled. “We’ve built pretty decent rapport in these sessions, hm? I don’t insist on calling everyone in your life agent, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Lance. There, happy?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” The teasing look on his face was quickly replaced by a more serious concern. “There’s one more thing I think we should talk about.”

You downed the rest of your water. You knew where this was going.

“It’s been a year since what happened.”

“Technically, my birthday isn’t for another-”

“Y/N…”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “But with everything that’s been going on between Spencer almost dying and Aaron driving himself crazy over this case from Boston, I haven’t given myself a lot of time to process it, I guess.”

“Is that the Foyet case?” Lance wondered. You nodded and he blew out a long breath. “I read about that. Sounds like a scary guy.”

“Enough to scare one of the bravest people I know, that’s for sure.”

A knock at the door signaled it was time to go.

Lance sighed, wishing that you could stay and talk a little while longer. He knew that the next few days were not going to be easy. “Processing this is going to take some time, but you don’t have to be alone. Is the team going to be here next week?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “They’re on a case right now, but-”

“They can’t tell you. Right.”

Another knock, this one louder and more insistent. He ran a hand down his face.

“Well, if you need anything, you know you can always call.”

You stood up and nodded. “Thanks, Lance.”

“I’ll see you next week?”

“If I don’t get kidnapped again.”

“That’s not funny.”

You shrugged. “It’s kinda funny.”

When you opened the door you found a wall of a person blocking your exit. You would have collided if he hadn’t sidestepped out of your way just in time.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was with you,” the man said. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to signify his urgency. “We’ve got a new case I think you can help on.”

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” You asked, trying to place why the agent looked so familiar.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at you for a second, and then smiled. “Yeah, you’re Dr. Y/L/N, right? You’ve been an expert witness on a few of my cases. My partner wasn’t too thrilled about having a psych profile done on our killers, but you were great!” He held out his hand. “Seeley Booth.”

“Now I remember,” you beamed. “The Bianchi and the Schwartz cases, right? Do you work a lot with Caroline Julian?”

He nodded. “She’s the best of the best.”

The buzz of both of your phones ended your conversation. Agent Booth turned to Dr. Sweets.

“It’s Bones. We should go. It was nice to officially meet you,” he smiled. The two hurried off, Dr. Sweets giving you an apologetic look as he went.

“Small world,” you muttered to yourself before answering your call.

The case was turning out to be much more than they thought. Spencer couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. There were too many missing pieces. If Willaim Hightower wasn’t a killer, that meant there was still one out there, taking people from Detroit across the border and leaving the homeless community in fear of who’d be next to disappear.

What troubled him the most though, was that the unsub would be striking again soon. If not already.

“What’s on your mind, Reid?” Hotch asked.

They were driving back from the Canadian police station to Detroit to figure out who the unsub’s next target might be and how he was picking up people to begin with.

Reid exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Honestly?” He looked out of the window and watched the Detroit skyline dissolve into trees once they crossed the border. “William Hightower’s sister. He’s been looking for her all this time. He got us to come here because of her. He risked being charged with murder and now he’s going to spend time in a Canadian prison…” He trailed off, but he didn’t need to continue for his superior to understand.

“But the odds of us finding her alive are slim, so what was the point of it all?” Hotch concluded.

Reid gave him a small nod.

“I don’t think it would make a difference to him, knowing the end or not.” Hotch stared at the road in front of them. “He’ll never stop looking for her.”

The two fell into a silence, both of their thoughts drifting away from Hightower. While Reid had no siblings of his own, he’d seen how much that bond can mean to a person. He imagined Hotch in that car instead of Hightower. Unbeknownst to him, the man beside him was imagining the same thing.

Hotch couldn’t help but remember the dark thoughts he’d had when they were hunting down the Cunninghams. He’d imagined what he’d do if they had killed you before he could get there. While he hadn’t shown it, there was a part of him ready to tear them apart.

Suffice it to say, he didn’t have to think too hard to understand William Hightower’s motivations, even if he didn’t agree with his methods.

“Reid,” Hotch started, changing the conversation to one that needed to be discussed while they still had the chance. “I think we should both take some time off next week.”

The younger agent grimaced. “She isn’t going to like being babysat.”

“We wouldn’t be babysitting. We would be supporting her on the anniversary of a traumatic event.”

“Technically two traumatic events.”

“Reid,” Hotch sighed.

“I was planning on it anyway,” Reid said. He fiddled uncomfortably with a paperclip from the file in his lap. “You don’t have to worry.”

“She was kidnapped and almost murdered last year, I have every reason to worry.”

Reid twisted the paper clip out of its shape. “I know.”

“And I know you’re worried too.”

“I am.”

Hotch looked over at the other man and saw a combination of worry, frustration, and confusion all present on his face. He parked the car and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll talk about this more after the case is done, okay?” He said. “I just want to make sure that the two of you are going to be alright.”

Reid nodded, his expression remaining the same. He turned to Hotch and sighed.

“What about you?”

The car fell into silence again. In answer, Hotch merely gave him a small smile- barely perceptible- before getting out of the car and rushing into the station.

It was uncomfortable, being in a park after knowing what you knew about Annapolis. But you obviously didn’t tell Haley that.

“Be careful on the slide, sweetheart!” She called to her son.

Jack gave the two of you a toothy grin and a thumbs-up before barreling down the biggest slide at the playground. He almost tripped getting off but hurried back up to go again.

“Little shaky on the dismount,” you said. “But I give him an 8 out of 10.”

Haley laughed, shaking her head. “I just wish he wouldn’t run around like he’s trying to get hurt.”

“Gee,” you raised a brow, “I wonder where he gets that from.”

“Oh, like you’re any better than your brother,” she said. “Sometimes I think you’re worse.”

You held up your hands innocently. “I’m not out hunting murderers right now.”

“Don’t remind me.” Her expression saddened as she took a sip of her coffee. You leaned your head on her shoulder and she wrapped an arm around yours. Without saying anything for a while, you both watched Jack as he joyfully played tag with a couple of the other kids. He just looked so… happy. Kids make that seem so simple.

“Spencer called me earlier. He said they might be gone a little while. The case took a different direction,” you said.

Haley took a deep breath, swallowed her worry, and gave you a smile. “Speaking of Spencer,” she said, “how’s that going? Are you officially moved back in?”

“I’m not technically out of Aaron’s place, no.”

Again, she shook her head.

“What?” You asked.

“You,” she said. “That’s what.” You looked at her with a complex- and mildly offended- expression, so she continued. “Do you love Spencer?”

“What kind of a question-”

“Do you want to be with him? Despite his job, despite yours, despite all of those factors that get in the way of this incredible thing that you have together?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then what are you so afraid of?” She asked.

You didn’t know what to say. Not because you were trying to hide something, but because you couldn’t pinpoint which of your worries was holding you back the most.

You thought about seeing Spencer in the hospital and writing the letter to tell him goodbye because you believed he deserved better than you could give him.

You thought about all of the fear you’d tried to drown because you were terrified of turning into someone else and hurting him.

You thought about how frightened you were going to that dinner at the apartment, but how right it felt when he finally held you again.

You thought about how you almost lost him.

While you sat in this silent battle in your mind, Haley spoke again.

“I think the only thing that scares you more than your past,” she said, gently taking your hand, “is your future.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she kept going. “And, sweetie, it could be beautiful. But you have to get out of your own way to let it.”

Jack bounded back to the two of you before you could respond, but, honestly, there was nothing you could say. As much as you didn’t want to admit it… she was right.

The only thing that kept you from Spencer these past few months was the idea that there wasn’t any point. That he could never really have a future with you. But maybe that was up to you. Maybe, you just had to stop being afraid of every possibility and start working toward the best outcome.

“Aunt Y/N can we get ice cream?”

You smiled at your nephew. “I think that’s a question for your mom, Jack.”

“But you always say yes to ice cream,” he giggled.

Haley looked at you, laughing, and you shrugged.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” you lied.

“Alright, you two,” she said, standing up and taking his hand. “Ice cream it is.”

You took Jack’s other hand and the three of you started back toward Haley’s car, her words still ringing through your mind. Her bluntness brought about a question you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about in a long time.

What did you want for your future?

And what did that mean for you and Spencer?

Spencer paced back and forth across the barn loft, examining the child-like drawings in his hand while his mind tried to piece them into the case. These weren’t the works of a methodical, driven sadist who tortured his victims for his own pleasure, but the drawings of a person who had a much different view of the world than they anticipated. Someone who most likely saw their surroundings more with the thoughts of a child rather than an adult, despite their physical body.

But that wasn’t where all of his focus allowed him to be.

All day, he’d been asking himself the same thing over and over again.

Was this what he wanted? Did he even know what he wanted?

He knew he wanted you. But what did that really mean anymore? After everything that had happened in the past year, how was he supposed to move forward when he still felt like he was walking on eggshells? No matter what he did, there was always a voice in his head telling him that it was wrong. That it would drive you away again. How was he supposed to prove to you that all he wanted, more than anything, was to be by your side, in good times and bad…

Spencer froze.

He put the idea aside and forced himself to continue with the case, though the spark in his chest wouldn't quite go away.

His question, however, lingered in his supervisor’s mind.

“Do you ever get the feeling that a case isn’t going to end well?”

As Hotchner walked back to the house, he couldn't help but feel Reid’s words sink into him. In truth, he had had that feeling since they saw the pigs. The image of people being ripped apart by their snorting snouts still sent a shiver up his spine, but he had to keep his hard exterior for the sake of everyone still looking for the missing girl.

He thought about the sickening amount of shoes they’d found and the people that the world deemed unworthy of searching for.

He thought about the Reaper and his fatal deal.

He thought about the Cunninghams trying to trade your life for the memory of their daughter’s.

He thought about his team.

How many more times would they be able to look into the abyss? How many more times before they wouldn't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job took?

Would he ever be able to find those pieces of himself?

The two men, though no longer in the same part of the property, were still connected by the worries that plagued both of their minds and the questions about their job and their lives that nobody could answer for them.

You shouldn’t have still been awake, but you had a study you’d been working on for weeks to finish… plus you hadn’t heard from anybody on the team in days and you worried someone would call when you were asleep. Despite that, however, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Even the air mattress in the office was starting to seem enticing when your phone finally rang.

“Hey, I- wait, why are you still up?” Spencer started.

“Same as you,” you yawned. “Work.” You stood up from the couch and stretched your stiff limbs. “So are you guys back then?”

“I just got back to the apartment and,” he took a deep breath, “can you come over? I need to talk to you about something.”

You held the phone a little tighter, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. “S-sure. I’ll be right over.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.” His serious tone betrayed what you feared.

This was it.

Spencer had finally had enough.

When you went into the office to grab your jacket, you looked around mournfully. At least you still had some things you hadn’t moved yet. It would make moving back in a lot easier.

The whole drive over, you thought of everything you could have done wrong.

You’d been pretty focused on your study, but he never complained about your dedication to your job, especially with his line of work.

You’d been trying to be extra supportive of his work when he had to leave and you were grateful for every moment you got with him. Did he think you’d become clingy?

Maybe he’d just realized that, during those months of being apart, he was better off without you. What you thought was the two of you reconnecting was just him trying to figure out if he was right.

The elevator might as well have taken hours to reach the right floor and, by the time you reached the door, you wanted to throw up.

Just when you thought things were finally getting better…

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

You were greeted by clattering and a string of curses. Spencer stooped over to pick up the stack of books he’d knocked off his desk.

“I must have calculated the time wrong,” he laughed nervously. “You’re early.”

“I probably sped a little,” you said, looking at the various books placed on the coffee table. Dracula. The Time Machine. Anna Karenina. A Study In Scarlet. “What’s all of this?”

Spencer swallowed. “I need your help with something.” He held up a piece of paper, trying to keep his hand from shaking.

You looked at the scribbles and raised a brow. “A book cipher?”

He nodded.

“And you need my help?”

Again, he just nodded.

Despite your previous panic, you ran a hand through your hair and took a seat with a flustered sigh.

“Okay, the first word is…” You flipped through the pages of the first book and found the page, line, and word that the cipher instructed. “Will.”

“Perfect. Okay,” Spencer wrote it down on another sheet of paper. “What’s the next one?”

“Ummmm, let me see.” You thumbed through the next volume, still wondering how this all connected to him dumping you. “You. The next word is you.”

“Interesting,” he hummed, handing you the third book, glad you hadn’t figured it out and spoiled the surprise.

You held his copy of Anna Karenina and reached for the locket around your neck.

“Okay, the third word…” Your finger traced the line of text, stopping suddenly over a word you couldn’t have read right. You counted again. And again. And again. In a hoarse voice of shock, you repeated the cipher’s word. “Marry.”

Will you marry-

Spencer gulped. “You didn’t find the fourth word.”

Your laughter choked on the sobs threatening your voice. Spence smiled, his nerves even worse than before.

“I know I don’t have a ring or anything- I didn’t have time after the flight, otherwise I would have found a store that was open this late and-” He took a deep breath to stop his rambling. Spencer got down on his knee in front of you, taking your hands in his, both of you trembling. “We have both led lives that have just proven again and again just how fragile and precious and scary and wonderful life can be. We’ve seen the darkest this world can give, but in you, I’ve found the brightest light. You reminded me that life can be more than the horrors we’ve both faced.” He wiped away the tears falling on his cheeks, but more kept coming.

You didn’t know when you’d started crying, but the lamplight outside shone clearly on both of your faces, revealing the streams of tears adorning your cheeks.

Spencer kissed your hands as if to remind himself that this was really happening. He cleared his throat to keep his voice from cracking.

“Y/N, I realized tonight that I don’t want to spend another minute without you knowing that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He handed you the final book. “So, to finish the cipher… will you marry me?”

His perfect hazel eyes watched you with a mix of hope and fear that you felt burning in your chest since the day you’d met.

“Spencer, I…” You brushed the tears from his face, but any words you tried to say died on your lips. So, you did the first thing you thought of- you grabbed a book. With Spencer looking on in confusion, you frantically searched the pages of A Study in Scarlet until you found something that worked and handed him the book, pointing at a specific passage.

“You wish me to come?”

“Yes, if you have nothing better to do.” A minute later we were both in a hansom, driving furiously for the Brixton Road.”

He looked back up at you.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, Spencer,” you beamed. “It means yes.”

An air of disbelief settled between you, but only for a moment.

Spencer leaped to his feet, pulling you up into his arms, spinning both of you around, and knocking the books onto the floor all over again. You weren’t sure how long your lips were locked together, but when he set you down, you both had to stop and catch your breath. The two of you fell onto the couch, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I thought,” you gasped, “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

He wiped any remaining tears from your face. “What?”

“I had it in my head that you called me over here to tell me that it hasn’t been working out and that we shouldn’t have gotten back together in the first place.” You couldn’t help but laugh at it now that every nerve in your body was lit up with elation. “That’s why I haven’t…” You trailed off, remembering what both Dr. Sweets and Haley had told you. “I have to go back to Aaron’s.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, still panting from the kiss. “What?”

“I have to go get the rest of my things.”

“You have to go… right now?” He traced a line from your hand up to your shoulder.

You smirked at his enthusiasm. “I promise, I’ll explain when I get back and then we can-” You kissed him again. “Celebrate.”

“Okay,” he grinned, face reddening.

You untangled from him and grabbed your keys, stopping at the door. “Spencer.”

“Hm?”

You smiled back at him. “We’re getting married.”

You left and Spence fell back against the couch with a dazed, euphoric expression, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see the stars.

The elevator to Aaron’s moved even slower, but now it was because of your excitement, rather than your dread. The whole drive, you debated if you should tell him now, or wait so you and Spence could tell him together, but you knew the moment you stepped into the room, he would figure it out.

You knew that you’d been using that stupid air mattress as a safety net ever since you and Spencer had gotten back together. And it wasn’t that, because he’d proposed, your fear had suddenly gone away.

You’d just decided to let yourself be happy despite it, just like Haley said.

As the numbers reached the right floor, you felt your excited heart beat even faster. You couldn’t wait to see Aaron’s face when he inevitably read you like a book. Every step down the hall just made you want to start skipping.

You were marrying the smartest, sweetest, most incredible man in the world.

You were finally going to let yourself be happy.

The door was unlocked, so you just took that to mean he’d just gotten back. Probably spent hours at the office working on paperwork for their last case.

“Aaron, I’m just stopping by to grab the rest of my stuff,” you said into the quiet apartment, turning to shut the door behind you.

When you turned back around, you saw him.

“...Aaron?” You gasped. Your brother laid on the floor in a pool of his own blood. “Aaron!” You sprinted across the apartment, falling to your knees beside him. You tried to press your hands against the wound, but there were too many of them.

“Y/N… you can’t… you need to…” He tried to say, but his eyes couldn’t stay open. He was fading fast.

“Come on, stay with me big brother.”

“No, you need to…” He fought to stay conscious if only to save you. “The Reaper.”

Your breathing hitched. “What?”

Aaron gripped your arm.

“Run.”

His eyes widened and he tried to push you out of the way, but his limbs failed him.

A hand shot around your face, yanking you away from your brother and covering your mouth You didn’t even see the knife before it entered your torso. You only saw Aaron’s face contorting with horror as he watched his little sister, screaming into the hand of George Foyet.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

End of Season Two

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