#ahhhhh i feel so strongly about this

[ickadori]

Ahhhhh bae u popped off with the sukuna smut 😭 u returned and with a vengeance bc OMG. My stomach dropped when he said the baby part, and pretending to delete her essay, hes sooooo mean istg i have never been wetter. Im gonna be thinking about THIS sukuna for the next few days bc hes so yummyyyyyyy. The kind of yummy u daydream abt and cant even think of anything bc HOW did u characterize him like that?!?!?! Im obsessed, stuuuupid obsessed with him- also her being yuuji's girl is insane IDC i would fold so bad for him hehsksksk like pretend to be drunk and go into the 'wrong bedroom' and wake him up with the messiest head ughhhhhh

Choso's bbg anon (tho i might have to change my name soon 🤧)

cws for reader being a dirtball (infidelity). dubcon oral (sukuna is sleeping but wakes up and is into it). degradation. brief mention of drugs (weed).

choso bbg anon heyyyu!!!!!! hehe how are you :3 i’m glad you liked that sukuna thing 😭 im trying to get back into the groove of writing before working on the stuff i abandoned iskdkd

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You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk.

You had been in Yuji and Sukuna’s shared apartment many times, and you had the placed mapped out clearly in your mind. You could navigate it in your dark if needed, and yet you had found yourself in a room staunchly different from your boyfriend’s.

While Yuji’s bedroom was a bit messy, yet still appearing clean, and had posters plastered on his walls that you were slowly convincing him to replace with actual good decorative pieces — it was boyish, full of that boyish charm that had originally drawn you to him in the first place, but this one was more…mature.

The room was dark, a digital clock on the other side of the room offering a dim illumination, but you could make out the black, abstract paintings placed on the walls, the shoes neatly lined on a rack, the absence of clothes scarcely thrown about the room. It was clean, tidy, smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals and strongly of marijuana.

It most certainly was not your boyfriend’s room, and yet you still found yourself shutting the door and creeping towards his bed, plush carpet feeling like heaven underneath your feet, feet that had been confined in heels for the entirety of your girl’s night out.

After five steps your shins hit the bed, and perhaps you’re a bit drunker than you originally thought, because you go tumbling face first into the mattress with a muffled yelp followed by a flurry of giggles as you right yourself.

There’s a large lump underneath the covers, and you begin to feel over it with your hands, lips pursed and head tilted as you try to remember why you had originally come in here. Your mind is a little sloshy thanks to the cocktails your friends had practically dumped down your throat, but you can somewhat remember the tipsy conversation the lot of you had that had prompted your current actions.

It was centered around Sukuna, because of course it was, or more specifically, how fucking hot he was and if he was a good lay or not, their words, not yours. You shouldn’t have paid the conversation any attention with you being Yuji’s girlfriend (you use the term loosely - the both of you had only just started dating) and Sukuna being his brother, but you couldn’t deny that you had wondered the same thing as well.

You had caught a few risqué peeks at what he was hiding underneath his work overalls that were frequently stained with engine oil, and you couldn’t deny that it seemed to be a nice size (him and Yuji had that in common it seemed), but size didn’t always equate to performance, as you had unfortunately learned with past partners.

You come back to the present when you manage to pull Sukuna’s covers off to the side, revealing a nearly naked man underneath. The illumination from the digital clock casts a glow over him, and a pulse starts between your thighs as you taken in the hard earned muscles that’re covered in various tattoos.

You audibly swoon.

Before you can think about the consequences of your actions, both good and bad, your fingers are already tugging at the front of his boxers and pulling down to reveal a thick, erect cock. You let out a shaky breath at the sight. It’s…big. Bigger than Yuji’s by a tad - thick from base to tip. It thuds against his stomach, twitching at the contact, and you shuffle closer, saliva pooling in your mouth as you lower your head.

The scent of his body wash is strong, but you can detect a bit of his natural musk underneath it, the smell growing stronger the closer you get, and you breathe in deep as the heat emanating from his cock warms your lips.

This is bad, terrible even! You think, and yet your tongue still flicks out to lick up the underside of his shaft, lashes fluttering at the taste of him. He shifts a bit but you pay it no attention, lips closing around the thick head and suckling. His pre-cum hits your tastebuds, and you can’t help the moan that you let out, head slowly bobbing as you work more of him into your mouth.

Drool trails down the length of his shaft and wets the pink mess of curls at his groin, and you gag as you take him in further and breathe hard through your nose. Your head pulls back, cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop, and there’s not a thought in your mind as you quickly take him back in, tongue lapping at his leaking slit before you’re taking him into your throat.

Your panties become sticky with your slick, and you tightly press your thighs together as your head quickly bobs up and down, cock slipping further and further until your nose is nestled in his pubic hair and your eyes are squeezed shut.

You go to pull back for a much needed breath of air, only for two hands to grab ahold of the sides of your head and keep you in place. A low, tired tsk sounds, and your hole clenches around nothing as you blink your eyes open to just barely make out Sukuna’s face.

“And Yuji liked you so much,” he grinds his hips up into your face, forcing another gag from you, and his legs move so his feet are flat on the bed, hands still keeping you in place. “Even asked me what can kind of promise ring to get you.” His hands move to fist at your hair, and you wince as he pulls your head up, cock slipping from your mouth once again. You whine at the loss. “And look at you - gagging on his brother’s cock. Didn’t even have to ask.”

“Suku—”

“Shut the fuck up and keep your mouth open.” You gasp at his words, and he takes the moment to force himself back in, cockhead plunging in deep and making your hands fly up to grab ahold of muscled thighs. “That idiot always finds the sluttiest girls. The ones that think with their slutty fucking cunts and nothing else.”

His voice is near a growl as he fucks your face, a mixture of drool and pre-cum spilling down your chin as your ‘slutty fucking cunt’ clenches around nothing - oh!

Your lashes flutter shut as your muscles seize up, a muffled moan sounding past the cock lodged down your throat, and Sukuna pauses for a beat.

“Nasty bitch. You just came, didn’t you?” You don’t have the dignity to shake your head, instead squeezing your thighs together tighter as your tongue moves against his length. He grins through a dark laugh as he cants his hips down, tip of his cock nestled between your now swollen lips, before snapping them up.

“Yeah, ‘m gonna have fun with you.”

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘’NEXT TIME (1/?)’’

Aaron Hotchner x bau! fem! reader

18+

- only got 3 more exams left and then i’m free ahhhhh. i’m working on like 3 fics at the same time to procrastinate lmao. but my boy aaron takes priority. i was planning on making this an even longer fic with like a super sad ending but its so damn long i’ll have to add another chapter. love yaaaa x

warnings: smutty smut smut so be warned. pnv. some angsty aspects lowkey. aaron being the dom we all know he is. some swearing and bants.

It shouldn't have happened. It wasn't right. Your moral compass was straying, but when you were with Hotch...did it really matter if it felt like you were morally grey?

Time was blurring into a pin sphincter, it was flowing out of your fingertips and your grip on it was as neglectful as it was pathetic. Six months of dancing around knives and eggshells with Hotch, to hide the unprofessional courtesy of a passionate love affair between two federal agents that are bound by their work…..and secretly each other.

All you could ask yourself at this point was:

How did it come to this?

How could you have possibly been this stupid? This weak. This subjective. Now it was going to be the death of you, in more ways than one. It all started with one look, one small moment of weakness within both of you would inevitably be your undoing. One stupid look, on one stupid night between two sad and lonely people desperate to feel something, anything other than the pain and horror that's experienced every day on this job.

You stopped in your tracks when you should've kept walking.

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12:34 am. You were so close, the end of this day was near, thank God. You had been rushing around all day- the case was nearby but it was especially difficult to catch the unsub due to Hotch's personal connection to this one. He had worked a similar case to this one when he first started the bureau and it turned out that this was a bloodline murderer and stalker- the unsub's father was the original killer on one of Hotch's first cases and he was just carrying on his legacy. Alex Wall was definitely an unsub worth remembering. It was hazy but solved, what was unusual though was that you noticed it seemed to affect Hotch in a way you've never seen before. You knew it was personal for him but you had never seen him crack as much as this, it was jarring and it made you halt in your tracks

Aaron Hotchner finally peeling back the brooding facade seemed like a lunar event that happened once in every blood moon. It reminded you that Hotch was just a man. Just human. Not this robotic machine that caught killers for a living. The thought made your gaze soften as you collected your files from your desk, your brain turning to static as these thoughts about your boss run rampant through the forefront of your mind. It made you think. Everyone comes to Hotch when they have a problem, and he always seemed to have a solution. But who did he go to when he felt like the world was asking too much of him? When the stress of this job felt like an eternal haunt? You dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

You and Hotch were in the same chilly waters. Ice blooded. You were both incredibly opposed to each other, even though you were both serious as hell about this job. If anything, you were supposed to get along like a house on fire as you inhibited the same outlook. He especially pissed you off on this case because you suggested that the unsub might have been stalking his victims for a span of 6 months and then attacking. You've never believed in anything this strongly about a case in so long but Hotch shot you down. But your gut wasn't lying. It never did.

You shouldn't be reading into this, you shouldn't even care about it but your conscious was poking at you. Plus you had some files you needed to drop off.

No. Not now.

It was late, you were the only ones here and you weren't sure if you were ready to indulge in conversation just yet. You could drop it off tomorrow morning. You walked past his office and caught a glimpse of him through his blinded windows, he was writing but he looked distracted. Agitated. Sad, even. Alcohol. It definitely caught your attention and you resented it deeply. You were too much of a good person, the thought made your eyes narrow as you stopped in your movements. Instead, you shifted and turned around and stared at Hotch's door. Taking a deep breath before knocking.

‘’Come in.’’ Hotch said curtly, lowering his pen and standing up from his desk so he was in your eyeline

‘’I have some files for you to close the case." You parroted his tone back at him as you handed him the files.

"Thank you."

You paused for a moment to study him. Maybe it was because of how dark it was outside, maybe it was because Hotch was looking incredibly attractive in this light right now but it seemed your tongue was moving faster than your brain.

"What's wrong with you?" You questioned brusquely, not in an insulting way but in a matter-of-fact way.

‘’I'm sorry?’’ Hotch raised his brow at your purpose. It wasn't that surprising that you spoke whatever it is that was prancing around in that mind of yours but it didn't mean that it wasn't disarming

‘’Do you keep spare glasses in your drawers as well as the whiskey or do you just splash a dose into your coffee after hours?’’ You attempted to conceal your smirk but it barely worked.

Hotch just glared at you with furrowed brows and a certain distasteful passivity that you'd grown to expect but he wasn't lashing out at you- he was too tired and drained. He opened his drawer and pulled out two glasses and the bottle of whiskey he indulges in after hours when a case had seemed to scramble up his head. He knew it would be useless to lie to you right now, not when you were looking this incredible this late at night. The thoughts occupied him when he poured you a glass.

‘’Sit.’’ He ordered and you comfortably obliged.

"Thank you." You chirped with a half smile as he handed you the drink and he resumed his position of sitting, his fingertips toying with the glass. You sat in silence for a while, studying each other. Noticing how uneventful and sad everything is. Hotch thought you looked beautiful in front of him.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit.’’

"For what?"

"For how incredible you are."

Hotch's stare intensified, compliments weren't a rare occurrence for him to endure but from you, was…memorable. The words you uttered made his body still.

‘’Thank you. Coming from a woman like you, I'm flattered.’’ He was happy with his more than eloquent response.

"'A woman like me?"

"The smart and beautiful kind."

You chuckled dryly, your face blushing a cute pink at his compliment- he caught you out and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't completely happy with himself.

You on the other hand were afraid you were going to start sweating in front of him, your thighs were involuntarily clamping together.

"Why are you telling me this?" Hotched added, your sudden declaration piqued his interest.

‘’I’ve heard whispers of you transferring." You sighed as you crossed your arms. "I'm hoping it's not true."

This wasn't because of your own biased viewpoint of Hotch at all, the team would literally have a gaping hole without him. Quite frankly, the team would fall apart. Everyone would be directionless. You never really put weight to these rumors but there's no smoke without any fire. The thought soured your mood and it was written all over your face, you hoped he wouldn't notice it but as usual, it was impossible for him not to.

‘’I thought about it a while back, maybe to transfer to a white-collar crime division but I've found that I'm far too attached to this team. You won't be getting rid of me that easily.’’

‘’I prefer it to stay that way.’’ You said softly like an angel wistfully staring down from the clouds. Your face instinctively brightened at the fact he was staying here. He's the only one that could effectively lead this team and you also didn't want him to leave your eyeline anytime soon.

Now you didn't know what to say, you both shared a longing look- something so strange and hard to define. It was easy for him to get you like this, like the basest of sentimentality, like a child at prayer. You were so good at hiding things, it was a skill that you practically needed to have in order for the people you work with not to pry into your life. Now, it all felt superficial when your exterior was cracking under his brutal gaze.

Hotch was a force of nature, you were sure even the weather bowed down at his feet. The thought made you bite your lip as you bashfully hung your head before meeting his eyes once more.

‘’Your tell.’’ Hotch stated.

‘’What?’’ Your eyes were bright with invitation and confusion, catching you and disarming you once more.

‘’You're nervous but I can't figure out for the life of me why.’’ Hotch announced and it made a deep pit form within your stomach, a strange heat swirling within your gut. Why was it only with him you felt this way? It was like he was playing God with you. You no longer wished to entertain whatever deduction he had going on, mostly for your own professionality and dignity so you stood up from your seat with your empty whisky glass in hand and leaned over. Face to face. Real close, placing your glass down in front of him. His scent was mystifying, his cologne was headily intoxicating.

You whispered. ‘’If I told you then transferring might be a good option for you to keep open.’’ Your voice was soft and serious, your face was hard to retain your reputation but your pussy was clenching around nothing. You leaned back and walked to the closed door, your hand placed on the handle, ready and willing to leave before Hotch also stood up from his seat and followed you to the door. Before you knew it, you could feel his massive frame and broad shoulders looming behind you. Turning around leaning against the door, you were met with Hotch's flaming and scorching eyes- his face was the nearest it's ever been to yours and you had to stifle any sound your body was willing to make.

‘’I meant what I said.’’ Hotch mumbled. You hung your head up to admire his dauntless eyes.

‘’So did I. You finished for the night?’’

"Yeah, let me just grab my stuff and I'll walk you out."

‘’I’ll just be a second.’’ Your hands twisted at the handle and you walked yourself out. You had to tamper down the shit-eating grin that was adorning your face but it felt like a near impossible task.

It only took a few brief moments to collate your things and swing your bag around your shoulder and before idling about it for too long, Hotch was already walking down the stairs with his eyes completely and utterly set upon you. Fuck. His eyes were unflinching, he drank you in as you waited so patiently and prettily for him, it was a sight beyond wildest dreams.

Neither of you said anything as you walked to the elevator and pressed the button, the tension between the two of you was egregious and so easy to spot. When the elevator dinged and the metal doors opened, Hotch being the gentleman he is, let you in first and pressed the ground floor. Time was going so fast, you had to do or say something before you never got the chance again. You felt his eyes burn into you, that serious Hotch face that's he so infamously known for etched on his defined features.

"What's going on up there, Hotch?" Your voice was flirty and breathy- there's no way you could possibly make it any clearer to him.

‘’You.’’ He declared, your body stood paralysed at the unexpected words.

He grabbed your face harshly and pushed you against the elevator wall, his lips colliding with yours in a battle against wills, a battle against the the longing and tension that hindered you both.

A kiss that was messy- no finesse. Something you absolutely wouldn't ever correlate with Hotch. It was like you wanted your mouths on each other but you knew you couldn't. Between breaths, you mumbled out a plea. ‘’No...no, Hotch…we can't.’’

His mouth traveled to the bare skin of your neck instead and planted kisses to atone for your sighs. They were becoming uncontrollable until he pressed his forehead onto yours.

‘’I know. I know. I just wanted to know what it felt like to feel your lips.’’ His thumb outlined the curves of your lips and and tugged your bottom lip down and all you could do was stare at him dumbly. ‘’I can't stop staring at them but I'm sure you've figured that out already." Hotch admitted in a hazed-out manner, all your body was willing to do was stare at him as he cradled your face, imploring him, begging him for something neither of you could have freely.

"You kissed me.’’ You remarked, completely oblivious and dumbed down by just a kiss. Your eyes were wide and glinting under the soft elevator light.

‘'You are quite the profiler, aren't you?’’ He said gently, traces of humor present in his voice as he stared down at you. You just smirked back at him, finally mustering up the courage to not look like a deer in the headlights.

"You're making me flustered.’’

‘’I can see that.’’ He shot back, almost as if he was goading you on. You paused to let the blood run back into your brain again.

‘’We shouldn’t.’’ You said heavy lidded, hoping he would back off because if he didn’t you’d jump his bones right now. It was like he could read your mind because he instinctively retracted his hands back to himself and instead resumed his prior postion by your side. In a half assed attempt to remain professional. ‘’Do you really want IAB down here probing on all of us?’’

‘’Yeah. We really shouldn’t.’’

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You were in his bed. Hot. Wet. Aggressive. Bordering on delusional. Trying to hold out on him. Your naked body was all his to savour, all his to touch, all his to pleasure.

‘’Aaron…fuck….I’m-‘’ You were half hypnotised. Your clear thinking was long gone at this point but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

‘’Tell me what you want, tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.’’

His voice was gruff. Sincere. It was able to turn you into a pile of ashes in an instant, it was pathetic but reasonable. You didn't know how to answer him, you knew with all your heart that you wanted him and now you have him- you had no idea what to even do after that, you never thought you'd get that far.

Your head was dangling off the edge of the bed, hanging off as he kissed down your neck, making you writhe and squirm beneath him in the delicious process.

‘’I just want you, Aaron...I-m-‘’ You couldn't properly articulate a sentence, your brain was fogged up with arousal.

‘'Come on baby, be more specific with me.’’

‘’Aaron.’’ You warned.

‘’Or I'll stop.’’ He replied in a thick, heavy voice.

‘’Don't be cruel.’’

With that, he smirked at you and leaned up from your body to stare down at you through surveying and analytical eyes, another means to tease you- he knew you couldn't take it anymore, you were desperate and it made him all the more aroused. The thought was a chilling one. It was an irrefutable fact: Hotch needed control in every aspect of his life. Especially in bed.

‘’You're the one that's been cruel.’’ Hotch declared softly as if he was profiling you- it made you bite your lip, the way that he's literally got you in his bed and made you this fucking wet already but he still had a polite tone. Hotch reached for your face delicately and traced his thumb on your soft lips. ‘’Oh, honey. You really have no idea how cruel you've been to me over the past few months.’’

‘’Enlighten me.’’ You flirted back. He paused at the brashness of your challenge.

Hotch gave you a severe look and attempted to dismiss you but he knew it was futile, you were insatiable.

‘'Aaron. Enlighten. Me.’’ You enunciated, unafraid of the consequences he would so deliciously inflict on you. You were begging for it at this point.

‘’No.’’ Hotch replied simply and just grasped your hips harshly making you yelp. Your ears pricked up at the clank of his belt being unbuckled.

"Fuck you, Aaron.'’ You whined as he started to position himself at your throbbing pussy. Lord above, he was massive and you didn't doubt it one bit. But Aaron not baring his secrets only reinforced the reason why you disliked him in the first place, even when he's about to fuck you into oblivion, he's secretive and closed off.

‘'That's no way to talk, is it? Apologize.’’ He demanded as his eyes met yours.

"No.’’

‘’Apologize or I'll edge you until morning's end.’’ His lips fell into an undeniably serious frown, he wasn't joking- he looked angry and it only escalated your heart rate. Your mouth was running before you could stop it.

‘'You don't actually think I'd have any complaints about that, do you?'’ You raised your brow at him, passion and desperation oozing out of every pore, hatred spewing from your eyes.

Hotch contemplated your purpose underneath him, a fire boiling within him every second his eyes panned to you. You were squirming and bucking against him already, desperate for friction. Lord, you were frustrating. And completely beguiling. It was so difficult getting you to shut the fuck up at work and it transfers into bed too. He knew you'd pretend that this never even occurred. Going to work. Going about your day. Acting as if he didn't leave you shaking and dripping the night before.

Aaron was a calm and reasonable man when needed to be- but you were a force that made him reckon with his own calm and reasonable iudements

He wanted to do wicked things to you.

He wanted to make you weep under him.

If he were a smart man, he would let someone else have you. He would be selfless, he could do that if he really wanted to. But you were his: His sweet fixation.

His. Only.

‘’You're drooling all over yourself.’’ Hotch gritted through clenched teeth, the need to possess you clouding him when his hands flew straight to his belt and undid it so roughly you thought the buckle would snap. Your gasp was sweet and breathless and he wanted to inhale it.

'’Aaron just touch me. Please.'’ Your beg was a sore reminder of how desperate you were for the man that you once considered the bane of your existence, it made you lazily attempt to bite back a smirk. Now you were under him, filled with reckless abandon. You were too busy being flushed and wonton that you were entirely shocked to feel his tip graze you already. You couldn't do anything, your head was just hanging off the edge of the bed and you were locked within him.

‘’Where?’’ He asked, dragging it out.

‘'Fuck...you. You know exactly where.’’ You spat back at him, completely unimpressed by his need to prove something that didn't need to be proven.

‘’You never talk to me like this at work.’’ Aaron reached his hand and wrapped his fingers around the skin of your neck. His tone was severe. And a strange frisson of fear, arousal, and anger started to welt within you.

‘’You actually get things done at work.’’ You scolded, instantly regretting your response because of the reaction you were sure to get.

Aaron didn't even pause after you uttered those words. He pushed his throbbing dick inside of you, not even bothering to tease you into it, get you to ease up. He clenched his hand harder against your neck and he bit your neck. You were shocked. He liked it. He was being selfish, caring about his own suffering and pleasure more than yours. Bless your heart, he knew you regretted saying it but you said it anyway. He couldn't let this behavior pass, he just couldn't. It wasn't in his bones. You were moaning and whimpering as your bodies rocked back and forth. Oh, you were full of regret. It was adorable

‘’Apologize. Now.’’ Aaron demanded deliciously against your skin, biting and nipping at your collarbone to torture you and make you weak.

‘’No! You can't- you won't-‘’ You couldn't string together a sentence he was fucking into you that good, that heavy, that deep. words sank into your soul, the realization only dawning upon you.

‘’Say sorry.’’ He cooed.

A rumble of helplessness coated your chest, you felt so exposed, you felt so tainted by his presence. This was something to remember, something to keep close. Aaron. Just Aaron. The real Aaron. The Aaron behind the tight ties and tailored suits, the man behind the polite forms and cooler than fucking ice and steel. All you could do was whine like a bitch in heat. He was pounding into you so hard you were sure your pussy would remember the shape of him.

‘’Come on baby. Articulate.’’ Hotch smiled menacingly, his eyes spiraling in complete satisfaction at how dumb he's got you. An experienced profiler that's seen it all forgetting how to use her tongue. It was cute as fuck.

‘’I'm sorry!’’ You screamed at him, his fingers gripping the dip of your waist even harder than before.

"Now thank me.’’ He ordered cooly. This you could do. He was fucking you so hard and so good it made your head spin.

‘’Thank you. So much, Aaron. Fuck...so good.’’

This he liked. You being grateful. Compliant. God, his dick was so hard it was threatening to fall off. Aaron always seemed to avoid beautiful women, or just dating altogether after Haley - the women he wanted harbored secrets and made his life a living hell. You were no exception, but you were always someone he had to look twice at. Fuck, that face. He wanted to cum all over those pretty lips and in time he will.

‘’Good girl. My perfect girl.’’ He whispered and it sent your body into nothing but a blaze. Aaron knew you were clenching around him, your wetness spreading around his rigid dick. You were going to finish.

Woah. This was...fast. An indefinite ego boost.

‘’Aaron!’’ You screamed, your throat going raw as you wrapped your hands in his hair and tugged tirelessly as he bit your tits.

‘’I’m gonna-‘’

‘’Now cum.’’ He ordered again.

It was like your heart was being strangled and your stomach was doing flips. Your heat was spreading to every inch of your body and it felt like the man was corrupting you- ironic because he's just so damn good and an altruist. You convulsed and a loud throaty moan left you, it was like your soul was leaving your body too. Your cunt squeezed him tighter and Aaron gripped onto you just as much.

But then his hand reached over your mouth and his palm covered your lips to silence the scream that came exactly the same time. Damn, profilers. You came violently around him, your perfect body arching into him as your body relaxed. It was so immediate. It was the fastest you've ever came. Aaron could then clear the knots in his lower stomach as he gladly painted your insides. It was such a fucking relief from all this stress and this tension between you.

It was necessary. You were a necessity to him.

It wasn't professional, but he couldn't care when he was in you.

Aaron's insanely massive hands aided you in getting you fully back on the bed, you were starting to feel sore, and it made you feel alive. He handled you as if you were a dove, gently caressing your skin as he crawled back up into his bed, your head hitting the pillow. Your neck needed the support, the blood had rushed straight to your head and you still couldn't believe you were in Aaron bed. As he stood up to go to his bathroom, he took a second to admire you as you were splayed out like a goddess about the clouds looking down on him: he was just a man and you were an angel. Twisted in bedsheets with a sheen of sweat thinly coating your skin-you looked like a mythical being. Golden.

'What are you gawking at?' You caught onto his lingering stare.

‘’Nothing.’’ He dismissed, whipping his head around as he headed to the bathroom to get a towel. Brooding as always, even after fucking the woman that has plagued his dreams and thoughts for months.

You felt yourself get giddy at the sweetest oblivion. You couldn't escape it. You bit your lip and your pussy started throbbing again.

Aaron stared at himself in the bathroom mirror as he grabbed a towel and put his boxers back on. An apparent blush stained his face and his hair was in disarray. Wow, he really went at it. Some profiler. His whole body was coated in sweat and he felt his palm twitch slightly. He wasn't completely enthralled with the idea of his inability to keep his hands off of you, he was afraid this would transfer into his behavior at work. He calmed the swelling idea as he had to trust his instincts of being completely unbiased. Yeah, he could do it. He couldn't help but smile into his reflection, he felt elated with you. Like the man he knew he could be with you. He went back into his bedroom and there you were laying there wearing nothing but a smile. He doesn't think he's ever seen you this flustered. You felt like a teenager the way you were blushing a light pink.

‘’Now what are you gawking at?’’ Aaron parroted your question from earlier and it made you flick your tongue on your front teeth.

‘’You.’’

‘’Since when were you honest?’’ He joked as he sat back on the bed and helped you clean yourself up.

‘'Since you fucked me until I couldn't think.’’ You replied truthfully, completely impressed with yourself. ‘’At least I can admit it.’’

‘'Huh, I wonder what would've happened if you didn't listen to me.’’ Aaron scoffed as threw the towel on the floor.

‘’Let's try that out next time.’’ You flirted unashamedly. Eyes locking in a perpetual battle, two strong wills locked within mere gazes. Like a drug you knew that was bad for you, but you couldn't help but beg for hit after hit.

‘’There's a next time?’’ He flirted back with a wicked gleam in his eye.

‘’Or we could go back to work. Stripping each other with our eyes. Wanting nothing but to fuck like bunnies. Or maybe even being as unprofessional as bending me over and fucking me on your desk.’’

‘’You never talk to me like this at work.’’ He repeated from before when he was quite literally inside of you. Something that's not forming into your own personal inside joke.

‘’You actually get things done at work.’’ You smirked and he bent down and kissed your lips then the bridge of your nose and then your forehead.

Aaron crawled into the sheets next to you and held you, pulling you into his embrace, his big arms holding you steady. Your hair cascaded against the pillows around you forming a halo-like effect in your stature. Did this mean you were quite literally an angel? His angel? The thought made him hold onto you tighter, you felt it and it made you kiss his lips tenderly.

‘’Hm, so beautiful, so frustrating.’’ He mumbled and you giggled at him.

God, he was so good. He was the best at what he does and he was able to make you feel so safe in his arms and in his presence. A few thoughts occurred to you as you fell into his chest, inhaling his scent as your eyes went heavy. You felt happy. Your dark thoughts were quelled as his fingers traced around your skin. It was like you could see a future where you weren't constantly looking over your shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop. You...deserved this

But you couldn't have this and your job.

No.

Not now.

You'll think about the consequences later. Right now, everything is just him.

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It felt as though Hotch's ears were ringing.

A dull, screeching sound awakened him from the best night's sleep he's ever had, with you, here, next to him. Lying on his chest, breathing in and out, long lashes fanning your face perfectly. It felt too good to be true, for him to have you in his embrace. The ringing of his phone lighting up the bedside table made him sigh, he couldn't deal with this right now. Not this late or early, not when he had you in his arms- that was his priority right now. But he had a job to do, he couldn't give that up. You started to stir from your sleep as the phone continued ringing.

‘'Aaron...phone.’’ You mumbled. Hotch reached for the phone and tried to act as if he had been awake for hours but in reality, he was twisted in bedsheets with his colleague.

‘’Agent Hotchner.’’ He answered as he put the phone to his ear, his grip on you becoming tighter than before.

‘’Agent Hotchner, this is Erin Strauss. We have an issue.’’ Aaron's brows furrowed and his face hardened, why was Strauss calling him at this hour? Your eyes blinked open as he looked up at Aaron, he was wearing his serious face

‘’Involving?’’

‘’Alex Wall. He escaped from prison an hour ago and he's already killed again. Washington P.D has no leads and they need the BAU back.’’

‘’I'll be right there.’' He replied flatly but his blood was burning cold and his heart was thundering within his chest, he wasn't sure if you could feel it.

'’Aaron, what's wrong?’' You gazed up at him.

‘’We need to go.’’

[mousewife-stash]

Hi !

your tastes in tf tropes are SO GOOD your work is SO GOOD. not to mention your souyos are the best softest ever. delicious. I really like your vision of them. thank you so much!!!!! TuT you're inspiring me to actually create an acc where I can post my own self indulgent stuff (some day) haha ! keep up the amazing work ! :D

ahhhhh thank you so much anon!! i really hope that you do, this is a topic that is very near and dear to my heart 😤 It's been a pretty long and, often, needlessly painful road for me to learn how to kick back and just entertain myself by drawing pure self-induglence, so if that's something I can encourage anyone to do for themselves and faster, I feel very strongly about it!! when I was younger I was inwardly always VERY inspired by people in creative spaces who were completely On Their Own Shit, boldly, proudly, and individually, but--as I think is often the case growing up--i felt VERY preoccupied with what i thought an imagined audience would perceive as "weird" and tried extremely hard to fill any cracks in my public vulnerability armor and do the kind of art i thought would be capital P Palatable. a lot of wasted effort and neurosis!! then as I matured and chilled, my *personal* attitude became more laissez-faire, but fandom spaces, and dare I say internet platforms as a whole, became increasingly corporatized, professionalized, de-weird-ified--Gentrified--in a way I've found crushingly damaging and counter-productive to creativity and genuine community. BUTTTTT as much as i frustratingly can't do squat about that on a structural level, i figured i'd take that as a sign that now more than ever i oughta open up and share. and I'm truly glad I did!

[amyreads]

i hope this doesn't come up as weird but it's so nice to find out that one of my favorite if authors is dominican (like me! lol) i feel like idk of many latine authors in the if community so finding out u were one was !!! put a lil pep in my step. also just wanna say i appreciate your insistence that ppl don't whitewash your characters. i wish it didn't have to be done but it's nice to see that you care abt it, if you know what i mean. tldr: i appreciate you!!

hi it's not weird at all and yayyy!! i love meeting other people like me !! and that's so sweet that you consider me one of your favorites AHHHHH and thank you :,) i do feel v strongly about it and seeing it makes me feel blegh and im glad it's normalized NOT to do it and YAY i appreciate you too!! <3

[effelants]

18-21 for Vierna!

Ahhhhh, thank you so much for giving me license to spout off about my girlie! ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Ask me about my Dark Urge and/or my Tav(s)!

18. What is your Tav’s greatest fear?

Vierna's greatest fear is irrelevance. She's grown up basically squished into the ground by her overbearing, overprotective father, and it's pacified her to the point where she struggles to take initiative even on things she feels strongly about by the time the beginning of the campaign rolls around. She fears nothing more than to spend the rest of her life that way: irrelevant, lacking autonomy, inconsequential.

19. What is your Tav’s greatest desire?

Vierna's greatest desire is a flip side to her greatest fear: more than anything, she wants to mean something. She's not too particular about how or why, whether she wants to mean something to someone or to change the world entire, but what she is adamant about is that she doesn't want to die knowing her life held no meaning for anyone.

20. What is your Tav’s greatest regret?

Toward the beginning of the campaign, I would say Vierna doesn't really have any regrets: she doesn't truly believe she could have changed anything about her life, so why would she regret anything that's happened? She's been a leaf blown in the wind, as far as she's concerned. Over time, as she grows into herself and starts to believe in her ability to affect change, she begins to regret not doing that sooner. She wonders what her life could have been if she'd only just done better, tried more, fought harder to take control of her life sooner. Eventually, she learns to accept her life as it is, and that regret fades again; she is content with who she is and where she ended up, so why regret the path that brought her there?

21. How does your Tav feel about love?

Vierna loves love. Not just romantic love, but platonic love, familial love, love love love in all its forms. She is a very loving, caring person, who delights in spending time with and giving affection to those she cares about. She cares easily, and she cares deeply. She's careless, almost, in how deeply and how quickly she allows herself to feel, which is at odds with how guarded she is initially. Once that barrier comes down, though, she is all in, and very quickly. It may not be easy to break through that wall, but as soon as you do, you have a ride-or-die companion for life... no matter what you do to her. Sometimes -- often -- to her detriment.

Thank you so much for the questions! ❤

[dreamlessinparis]

The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Part 6

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Heartbroken, with nothing to lose, you confess how you truly feel and Bucky does the same.

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, slight sadness, crying, smut, 18+, tender Bucky, confessions, fluff, fingering, oral sex, sweet Steve

A/N:  AHHHHH IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!! Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own ❤️ Thank you to @gogolucky13 for reading over parts of this chapter😘 I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I was honestly on the fence about the chapter and the story as a whole for a long time.

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

Divider credit to the lovely @firefly-graphics

Steve wouldn’t be back for a while, yet instead of heading to your room, you slid down to the ground in front of his door. Drawing your knees up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as possible, you sobbed. Some part of you hoped that Bucky would come to search for you. Come back and scoop you up in his strong arms. Kiss the top of your head and let you breathe in his scent. The rational part of you knew how ridiculous you were being. You had kept the truth from him and it was no one’s fault but your own that he left. Maybe if you had been honest from the start, he would have chosen to stay away. You hadn’t wanted to risk it though, you needed him like you needed air; he was a part of you. That was cemented between the two of you from the first time you locked eyes. A fate written in the stars. Nothing else could describe the whirlwind tunnel of emotions you were suffering through.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, with your head resting against the door but it was enough time for everyone who passed you to give you a pitying look before retreating. 

“Y/n?” Steve’s voice barely broke through your anguish and you looked up through bleary eyes to see him standing over you, “What happened? Are you okay?”

Grabbing your arm, he helped you up to your feet, letting you cry into his suit jacket as he unlocked the door and ushering you in. He sat you down on the chaise, kneeling down in front of you. 

“Talk to me y/n. You’re worrying me,” Steve pleaded, wiping away at your falling tears. 

“I-Bucky-we,” was all you managed to hiccup out. Taking deep breaths like Steve was directing you, you began to try to calm yourself. “I told him the truth after he told me that he wanted me to be his. About my parents and the man they wanted me to marry.”

“And then what happened?”

You stood up, stepping around Steve to pace. Still sniffling but calmer, you began to rant. 

“He was so cruel, Steve!” you threw your arms up in the air in an exasperated way, “It’s almost like he shut down and became a whole other person. I know what I told him hurt, hell it hurt me to tell him, but I never thought that he would think I would intentionally try to hurt him!”

“He was hurt, like you said. Bucky tends to lash out first and ask questions later. He’s been that way since we were kids.” Steve rounded the couch and stood in front of you, causing you to come to a screeching halt. 

“And then Catherine showed up before I could even attempt to patch anything up and I refused to cry in front of that vile woman.” You spat, getting angry for a moment before you remembered the broken look on Bucky’s face. Your body sagged like a flat tire, anger whooshing as quickly as it came. “He makes me feel alive, Steve.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Steve said calmly as he pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m sure once he comes back from dinner, the two of you can sort this thing out. The only reason he got as angry as he did was because of how strongly he feels for you. Do you know how many times he’s ever had an angry reaction with Catherine? None. Because he doesn’t care what she does but with you, in these three short days, Y/n, you’ve become his whole world. He can’t talk about anything but you.”

Steve’s speech made you breathe easier and you knew, despite all the heartache, that he was right. You would have done the same thing if Bucky told you that he truly intended to marry Catherine. Heck you saw red just thinking about it. The thought of anyone else getting to be the woman to walk down the aisle toward James Buchanan Barnes, made your blood boil. 

“I love him, Steve.” you admitted almost silently. Steve looked at you with a happy, surprised expression and your mouth curled up into a big smile. The confession was like a weight lifted from your chest, “I love him,” you said more confidently. “For him, I would do anything, be anyone. I would give him the world if I could, Steve. I would be empty without him. Just the thought of it hurts, my heart would shatter. Like just now, when I was crying on your doorstep, I felt like my world was crumbling and we weren't not even together.” Your admission hung in the air between you. 

“Angel?” Bucky’s voice had you spinning around to the gorgeous man standing just inside the doorway, watching you with glassy eyes, “Is that all true?”

You nodded silently, tears filling your own eyes. You hadn’t even heard him come in, too caught up in your own ramblings. He walked slowly towards you and if Steve’s arms hadn’t been around you, you would have never realized that he began to leave. Giving you two all the privacy he could. You only had eyes for Bucky and looking away from him seemed utterly impossible right now. 

It was surprising that you didn’t feel any panic, despite the fact that you had poured your whole heart out, unintentionally, in front of him, you felt light and free. You had no secrets left and everything was in his hands now. He could either break you or piece you back together. 

“I love you too Angel. Whatever happens, we will make it through. I will fight for you til my last dying breath,” Bucky swore, stopping short of touching distance. You yearned for him to get closer but you knew when he did, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off him. 

The tension in the air was dense and crackling, your fingers twitched but you clasped your hands together to hide it. HIs balled up into fists. Bucky stood in front of you, looking almost as antsy as you felt. Steve’s cabin was quiet aside from the crash of waves outside. The electric tingle of being in his presence had your body alight. Your hands were jittery, a fact hidden by how tight you were holding them. 

He took another step forward and your breath caught. His eyes watching you cautiously until he was so close that his cologne enveloped you in a warm embrace. 

Your hands came up to rest on his chest, gliding over the starchy fabric of his shirt. His heartbeat seemed to speed up as your fingers trailed along the buttons. Soft breathy sounds escaped him, fueling your bravery into teasing your fingertips down and along the waistline of his pants. 

Hooking your fingers on the band, you yanked him forward, his hands grabbing at your waist to stay steady. His eyes were heated and intense, his tongue darting to lick his lips as he looked down on you. Your whole body was on fire at this point, the flames licking at your skin in a delicious heat, all from a single look.

His large hand came up to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him. You wouldn’t though, you’d kiss him until your last dying breath and probably even after that. He truly was the missing piece of your heart and you needed him to fill that void so badly. His soft lips touched yours and it was as intoxicating as your very first kiss. 

They moved slowly against yours, the pressure welcoming and made your eyes flutter shut. You gripped his open collar trying to pull him even closer. The feeling of his hands tightening their hold on your waist, made you gasp, allowing Bucky to slip his tongue through your parted lips. He groaned when his tongue tangled with yours, as if the taste of you made him weak. 

He dug his nails into your soft skin, the hardening imprint of his cock pressing against your abdomen. Not being able to help yourself, you began to palm him through his slacks, straining him more against the fabric. 

The strangled moan Bucky let out against your mouth, sent a jolt straight to your core. His thick shaft was getting harder and you wanted to feel the throbbing flesh on your fingertips. You swallowed his protests, as you moved your hand away. It was only for a brief moment but you could already feel him grumbling before you started to unbuckle his pants, silencing him. His hips rutted into your touch almost instantly. 

"Angel, please," Bucky whispered, hissing sharply when you wrapped your hand around him and pulled him free. Stroking him slowly, you ran your thumb over the slit spreading the precum over the head and down the shaft. Bucky rested his head against the crook of your neck, panting as you worked him over, the size of your hand dwarfed by the wide girth of his cock. You couldn’t even fully wrap your fingers around him. 

Bucky began to kiss your neck, his hands trailing around you to untie the sash around your waist, loosening your dress a bit before sliding them up your arms to your shoulders. The wide neckline made it easy for him to push the dress off your shoulders, letting it slowly slide down to your feet. You stood in front of him in your corset and underwear but the way that he was looking at you made you feel like an absolute goddess. 

Your hand slipped off his cock as Bucky spun you around, with your back to him. He kissed down the back of your neck, tracing your spine with his fingers. Your chemise was tucked tightly into your corset and his diligent fingers worked to untie the laces. His soft lips never left your skin, sucking and biting over your shoulders and upper back. The corset strings were completely loosened and he tossed in onto the ground, your chemise and underwear following closely after it. 

Bucky kissed his way down your spine, to just above the swell of your ass, his hands kneading at your cheeks before he kissed back up. Your hand found his hair as he buried his face into your neck. Your body arched back into him, your ass grinding against his hard cock.  Bucky’s hand reached around you, fingers teasing over your slit before his thick middle finger explored further, drawing circles over your clit. You gasped, your hand grabbing his wrist, nails digging in. 

Coating his fingers with your slick, he ventured further down, pushing into you. You let out a strangled moan, as his fingers stroked your walls, stretching you out perfectly. 

“Bucky, I need you, please,” you whimpered, rolling your hips needily. Bucky let out a husky laugh, kissing your shoulder. 

“What do you need, Angel?” He teased, pulling his fingers faster into your squelching heat.

“You inside me, James. I need to feel you, all of you.” you begged, a low moan coming from you as he brushed a particular sensitive spot. You felt empty when he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. 

The sight of him sucking your juices off his fingers, turned you on even more and you couldn’t wait to get him naked and on top of you. Facing him, your fingers worked the remaining buttons of his shirt open, pushing it off his shoulders. Understanding your rush, he helped you, shoving his pants and underwear down his legs. Neither of you stopping until Bucky was fully nude in front of you for the second time today. 

He grabbed your hips, yanking you forward into a hungry kiss. Your hands tangled in his hair, keeping him firm to your face. Bending his knees, he moved his hands beneath your thighs and picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Never detaching from the kiss, he walked into Steve’s bedroom area and gently lowered you onto the bed. 

Bucky caged you onto the bed, kissing you hard. You ran your hands down the hard planes of his chest, fingers tracing over his abs. Bucking your hips, you flipped him over and you could tell he was shocked. 

“What’s wrong Bucky? Never had a girl on top?” You quipped playfully, ducking down to nip at his lips. 

“Never. But I sure like the view,” Bucky smirked. His mouth fell open in a silent groan as you traced a fingertip over his right nipple. Sitting up suddenly, he scooted the two of you further up the bed until his back was resting against the headboard. “You are so beautiful, Angel.”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest, before he lined himself against your entrance waiting for you to sink down at your own pace. You held onto his shoulders, inching down slowly, enjoying the stretch of his thick cock. Your head fell back as you rocked your hips until your hips met his. The veiny shaft throbbed inside you and you lifted up slightly before sliding back down, moaning as the ridges stroked your satiny walls. 

Bucky couldn’t help himself as he trailed his fingers up and down your spine, over your ass, along your sides. Lingering touches and soft kisses as you rode him slowly, feeling every inch of him with every roll of your hips. You arched your back, your breasts bouncing as you increased your speed.  His lips latched around one of your nipples, sucking hard, making you keen loudly, the sound echoing in the room. Releasing it with a wet pop, he switched to the other breast. With every grind of your hips, your clit rubbed on the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, sending electric jolts through your body, the sensitive nub making the feeling more intense. 

You nearly couldn't handle the waves of pleasure coursing through your body and you tugged on Bucky's hair, yanking him away from your chest to kiss him fiercely. His hands molded over the curve of your ass, guiding your hips down. His rhythm was more languid than yours, drawing out each stroke of his cock. 

Bucky's tongue caressed yours, and the kiss was passionate and sloppy and you never wanted it to end. Bucky pulled away first, his eyes never leaving your face as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pressing you firmly to his chest, and your hips stopped rocking. There was no space between you, his heart beating hard against your chest. The sound of your breathing was the only thing you could hear, the touch of his hands and the fullness his cock provided the only things you could feel. You carded your hands through his soft hair, running them down to the nape of his neck.

The first hard thrust had you gasping, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulder. He kept you close as he angled his hips, before he rutted up again, this time hitting your  sweet stop. The moan you let out was almost inhumane and you wanted to throw your head back in ecstasy. But he had you frozen in place, his eyes never leaving yours as he found a rhythm that was slow yet insistent, thrusting as deep as he could with every push of his hips. 

Your lips were parted, soft whimpers escaping you, and Bucky’s eyes darkened, a small ring of blue was all that was left. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, still keeping eye contact and you leaned forward into him. Keeping his purposeful rhythm, he careened you towards your release. You could feel the tightening in your abdomen, tingles coursing through your body. He rested his forehead to yours, not quickening his pace but slipping his hand down, thumb toying with your clit. 

“Bucky, I’m so close,” your voice no higher than a whisper, too afraid to break the magical intimate bubble you were in, “Fuck,” you mewled as he slowed his thrusts, making you clench around him. 

“You are perfect, Angel, made just for me,” Bucky said softly, his hands splayed out on your lower back. 

You felt safe. In his arms you were whole and beautiful, and you never wanted to leave. With anyone else, the intimacy and emotion would have been too much, too overwhelming, but with Bucky, everything was different. All you felt was the everlasting love, and you had run away long enough. The only thing you wanted now was to give into the feelings and let him consume every part of you— body, mind, and soul.

“I’m all yours Bucky, every fiber of my being” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Bucky vowed. His hold on you tightened, his hips pistoling faster into you, “Now I want you to cum for me Angel. Be my good girl, let go.”

Your grip tightened on his shoulders as he picked up his pace. You felt your climax building within, higher and higher, until a particularly hard thrust made you collapse, snapping the coil and drowning you in waves of pleasure.  Bucky kept going, not letting the wave stop, his face concentrated on you, gauging how you were doing. You moaned his name, another orgasm already building. 

Bucky flipped you onto your back, the weight of his body crushing you into the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, whining as he rolled his hips. He grabbed your hands, threading your fingers together and holding them against the bed. 

His face inches from yours, his warm breath fanning your face as he slowly fucked you. Your head was fuzzy, drowning in the cacophony of emotions coursing through you. Bucky kissed you, his walls coming down as he poured his emotions into the kiss. He was baring himself to you, fully vulnerable. 

Your second orgasm was cresting but you wanted this to last, wanted to savor every moment of passion thrumming between you two. Bucky’s hips rolled slower and slower until he was no longer fucking you, he was making love to you. Your whole body was on fire, your breathing labored and the knot began to unravel, starting from your toes and working its way up. Your orgasm rolled through you, every nerve in your body coming alive. Your broken sob was muffled by his lips, eyes rolling back. 

You were clenching around him, wanting him to fill you up. Brand you with his cum so that you felt him even when he was going. You arched up as much as you could, rolling your hips up, matching his rhythm. Bucky bit your lip, before gliding his tongue into your mouth. You lost yourself in the kiss, whining and whimpering as his thrusts got sloppier and harder before he spilled into you. Hot spurts of cum shot out deep into you and he kept going until he was completely spent. 

Bucky rested his forehead on yours, not seeming ready to move off you yet. You understood the feeling. As soon as he began to move off you, it felt like a part of him was leaving with him. You felt empty and cold without him in you, on you, near you. He settled on his back beside you, his arms immediately searching for you and you were pulled atop of him. You snuggled in, resting your head on his chest, legs tangling with him. His heartbeat lulling you into a calm so tranquil you felt like you were floating.

You must have dozed off, waking up to a darker room, the sky had become nearly black outside the porthole. Carefully climbing off of him, you walked over to the window. The blackness was almost soothing. You took a moment to relish in the events of the day, the emotional rollercoaster that it was. Bucky loved you, you loved him and after tonight, letting him go was impossible to even think about. You were done fighting the inevitable. He was yours and the only way you’d let him go after this was if you died. 

Catherine crossed your mind for a moment, only a moment. Then you felt Bucky’s arms around your waist, his warmth radiating against your back.  His lips pressed softly to your shoulder, continuing up your neck and you turned your head, meeting his lips. The passion of the evening still lingered, leaving a tingle on your lips as he pulled away. 

“You okay?” Bucky asked, giving you a soft peck. You smiled and brushed your nose against his. Bucky chuckled, “You know, now that I’ve had a taste, I’m hooked. I need more.”

The last word came out almost like a growl. Before you could ask what he meant, he was on his knees behind you, hands spreading you open. A groan choked out of you, as his tongue licked a wide stroke from your clit all the way to your ass, swirling the tip over the puckered hole. His mouth latched onto your petals, suckling hard, tongue darting through your folds. You clawed at the elegant wallpaper, one hand smacking against the glass of the porthole. Bucky speared his tongue into your dripping hole, trying to catch every drop of you. His moan vibrated through you and your hand slid off the window, leaving a handprint on the fogged glass, reaching to grab his hair. 

Bucky devoured you bit by bit, the two of you in a blissful bubble, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. But not everything was good, your time together nearing a close sooner than either of you realized. All your hopes were hanging by a thread, a thread that snapped as the ship glided against the iceberg, scraping along the side, tearing right through your happiness. 

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[itspileofgoodthings]

Your appreciation for the everyday things and your honesty about the feelings life gives to us are so refreshingly wonderful. Your posts make me so happy because they're just full of so much joy and hope and longing for goodness, and they're always a welcome surprise on my dash <3

Ahhhhh!!!!

I do not feel that any of my posts have joy and hope—I feel that they are mostly just me complaining or having strongly worded takes! So it’s so kind of you to say this and it’s so, so bolstering to be seen from the outside in such a positive and beautiful way.

I’m so so glad you enjoy my blog and thank you for taking the time to send this message!

[ellgrimm]

doing a thing where you give new artists supplies for free is very cool as barrier of entry is one of the things that makes creative fields so hard to get into (looking at you adobe) so thanks for that

you'r cool and Gofbless 🙏

Oh my gosh, thank you, anon! Accessibility to art supplies and how to use them successfully is one of my core values. I feel so dang strongly about it you have no ideaaaaa. And I am so terrible at self-promotion ahhhhh, so um Yes! I am currently fundraising on ioby to buy art supplies --from small art supply stores as much as possible-- and make kits that don't suck for people who are new or returning to art as a form of creative expression! This means buying pencils, paper, paints, yarn, thread, mixing palettes, erasers, pens, air dry clay, and so on to make watercolor kits, crochet kits, clay modelling kits, etc. More details can be found on the ioby website:

Free Art Kits in the Park ioby fundraiser

Please check it out, and throw in a tax deductible donation if you can, as each of your dollars goes twice as far rn and until the matching donations run out, or when the fundraiser ends at the end of February 2023. If you can't donate, please reblog this ask with the link to the fundraiser! I appreciate it so dang much~

Note: This specific fundraiser will primarily benefit people in my local community of Sacramento, California. I look forward to expanding in a future version that will benefit a wider geographic audience! Hopefully in balance with the benefits and drawbacks of Internet in/accessibility >_>

Anon, you are so right: Adobe deserves every criticism for how it financially blocks artists from using its software! It and every other overly proprietary, for-profit business model makes me want to smash my head into a wall

[yellow-speedster]

Obvious pick, I know, but ..... sontails for the ship ask? I would love to hear your thoughts on them!!

Hello!! :D But that's the perfect pick, I love the boys so much and I love getting to talk about them!

In case anyone following my blog missed the memo (and my fics xD): I ship it!!

1. What made you ship it?

Honestly this is such a hard question, because there's rarely a lightening strike Moment where I start shipping things. With sontails, well, it kind of just went hand in hand with falling into the Sonic series as a whole. I got into playing the games, watching the movies and shows, and reading a lot about Sonic and Tails and their dynamic and I just… fell in love with what they have with each other.

The friendship they have, the bond between them, it's just something that's really beautiful to me and they're one of those duos where I just, love them in any and every way they could be together. And I'm an absolutely hopeless romantic so of course it's impossible for me to look at how they are together and not see the love that's there. ;w;

So essentially: They're In Love, your honor.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Where do I even start ahhhhh everything? Everything! I just, love how precious they are, together, how much they care for one another. It really just comes back to that bond Sonic and Tails have, that's my favorite thing. I love the way they fit together and how their differences compliment one another, they're like two parts of a matching set.

It's so hard to pick my favorite things, because it just comes back to them: Sonic and Tails. They're my favorite thing about the ship, because I just… love them so much. They give me so many emotions. ;o;

I know I've always been extremely weak for best friends slowly falling in love with each other, and I feel that so strongly when it comes to these two. They've already found so much in one another, best friends, partners, home. I just love to think about how that could keep going over time, how deeper it could get as they keep growing together, what else the amazing bond that Sonic and Tails share could bring about.

I'm sorry I'm rambling so much ahhh, they just give me SO many emotions.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I plead the fifth.

Honestly, I don't actually know what the popular opinions are, I don't really interact much with wider fandom in general so I haven't really had the chance to pick up on what's popular and what's unpopular.

There is, one thing though, so I suppose it's time to be Problematic(TM) on Main.

I really don't understand why some people seem to get all touchy about the age difference Sonic and Tails have. I suppose I have a skewed perspective, one of my partners and I have a decent age gap, and my parents had one bigger than Sonic and Tails, so to me there's nothing that weird or wrong about them not being the same age? I understand aging them up before they actually become romantic, if (general you)'re uncomfortable with their 'canon' ages. I do it too usually. I just don't think the existence of a difference in their ages is a big deal.

[straightupsickfics]

This can be any amount of sentences you please, short or long, but I'm deeply obsessed with the lovely little protective Stede tidbit you wrote and was hoping to tempt you to write more? Can be protecting him from anything you like, but as perhaps the only other person in this community who doesn't particularly like Izzy, would be VERY interested in more of Stede protecting Ed from Izzy being a dick to him, or just not treating him gently enough

ahhhhh anon, you have come to the right (if very small) place. here is a little more protective stede for you! <3

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Ed isn't supposed to hear any of it, he knows that. But he'd wandered out of bed, where Stede had insisted on him staying for the better part of the day.

Even the world's most fearsome pirate needs a proper sick day every now and again, dear, he'd said, and Ed had folded like a house of cards, just like he always did when Stede "strongly encourages" him to do something.

People underestimate Stede, maybe because he wears bright, frilly fucking shirts and reads grown men books about wooden dolls, but he's pretty damn convincing when he wants to be.

Ed's only out of bed because he desperately needs a drink, water or tea or rum or maybe all three. His throat's on fucking fire and he's coughed himself nearly hoarse already.

So he's nearly at the kitchen when he hears Izzy growling something or other, demanding to see Ed, probably. The man never did like being told no, even by Ed himself, and definitely not by Stede Bonnet.

So, when Ed sees Stede whirl around on his heel to face Izzy, almost nose to nose with the man, Ed has no choice but to stand still and watch it all unfold. Stede isn't afraid of Izzy, hadn't been even before he really knew him, and now, Ed knows, all he usually feels is a bit of mild indifference.

"I do believe," Stede says firmly, "that I told you Edward's feeling under the weather, and won't be back tonight? Surely even you can understand a sentence as simple as that?" Stede actually tilts his head to the side, like he's sizing Izzy up, and Ed has no choice but to laugh.

Well, he tries to laugh, but it comes out as yet another rasping cough, which makes Stede and Izzy turn to look at him in surprise.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Stede says, just as Izzy glares at him. "Call off your dog, Edward," he huffs.

Ed just shrugs. "S'not a dog," he says, his voice low and rough.

Stede looks pleased at this and Ed expects him to turn back to Izzy, but it seems he's more concerned with Ed's sudden appearance.

"You really could have just waited for me, darling" Stede says, wrapping an arm around Ed's waist.

"You're kidding me, Edward what the fuck--"

"I understand happiness is a foreign concept to someone as abjectly miserable as yourself, Israel, but please do us the great favor of fucking off," Stede says, arms still wound securely around Ed. It's not that he needs the protection, both of them know this is far from true, but it's still just... nice to have someone jump to his defense the way Stede does these days.

Nice to have Izzy's face do that thing where it looks like a wrinkled up grape, too. Makes even his worst cold symptoms almost worth it for this moment.

Almost.

As soon as Stede guides them back below deck and sits beside Ed on the couch, Ed's nose is already streaming again, and he sniffles a few times, before a set of sneezes shivers through him.

“H’ehhh… uhhEISH! huh… hhhrrEIShhooo!” Ed presses the back of his wrist to his nose until Stede clucks and passes him a soft handkerchief. It's yellow and embroidered with fine, thin flowers, surely too pretty to use.

"Here, this'll feel better on your poor nose," Stede says, pressing the fabric into the palm of Ed's hand. "I can go see about some tea for you. Think we have some lemons left, too..."

Ed doesn't want him to go yet, though, and as nice as the tea will inevitably feel, all he wants is to stay here, pressed up against Stede in bed like this.

"Never saw someone talk to Izzy like that without getting stabbed straightaway," Ed murmurs. He lets his head rest against Stede's shoulder, feels it shake with Stede's quiet laughter.

"I probably didn't need to be quite so harsh, but he talks to you like..." Stede trails off, searching for the words.

"I know. Think I just got used to it," Ed shrugs. The truth is he'd gotten used to a lot of things he didn't particularly like over the years, until he was entirely miserable at the idea of piracy.

Until he met Stede all those months ago.

"Well, you're an adaptable guy, Ed," Stede says, lifting the blankets and tucking them up and around Ed. "Look how well you've adjusted to taking a sick day." He beams at Ed, and he can't help but smile back.

"Reckon I can get used to a lot of things, with you around," Ed says, and relaxes into the blankets when Stede just leans over and drops a kiss to his lips, soft and sweet.

He's exhausted now, entirely run down from his cold, the argument, and his short walk above deck. Now, here with Stede and the blankets and the crackle of the fire, there's nothing but a growing warmth.

He really could get used to this.

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

for the character ask game, echo! 🤍

ECHO MY BELOVED

one aspect about them i love The fact that Star Wars, a universe who can bring people back from the DEAD, found a way to have disabled rep and good disabled rep to boot he’s such an awesome character ahhhhhhh

one aspect i wish more people understood about them I feel like we sleep on his feelings about being the last Domino. He woke up from being turned into a Separatist machine and his twin brother was dead… no wonder he was so strongly devoted to the Rebellion

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character He can’t deal with cold weather. Brings back Skako Minor memories. Whenever they’re on a mission somewhere cold all the others’ blankets mysteriously find their way to his bunk (even though he’d never ask for them, they all know he needs it so they give him them anyway)

one character i love seeing them interact with OMEGA my heart melted into a happy puddle of goo when she ran to hug him on Pabu

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more Crosshair. I want to see them getting used to each other when he first joined the Batch ahhhhh I need it like I need air to breathe

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character Ohhh I have so many ideas for Domino Twins shenanigans floating around in my brain. Maybe I’ll actually write them someday. He and Fives were absolutely little tearaways and tried to sneak into the mess halls at night to steal food (Echo complained about the risk but still went along because he’s a gremlin at heart)

[runicmagitek]

For the character meme, how about Rinoa?

Why I like them. Ahhhhh I've always loved Rinoa!! She was very relatable to me growing up. I loved how she knew exactly what she wanted and said how she felt without any filters. But she was also inexperienced and scared at times. She just always felt like a genuine teenager just trying her best and wanting to make a difference in the world.

Why I don’t. Sometimes she doesn't make the wisest of decisions, but who does at that age?? Like running off to confront Edea near the end of disc 1 wasn't smart, but it's hard to blame her for feeling so strongly towards wanting to help.

Favorite scene. I really loved how open she was in the Ragnarok with Squall about her fears. She's always seen as this beacon of optimism and possibilty and it felt like the first time she's extremely vulnerable, especially considering her circumstances.

Favorite line. The bit in I believe it's Trabia Garden? Where she talks about feeling left behind while everyone else runs ahead. "Once I catch up, I wonder… Is everyone safe? Will they welcome me with open arms? ……Is everyone ok? Will we all make it back together?" I always wanted to give her a hug then.

Favorite outfit. Her default outfit is gorgeous!!

OTP. You know, while I do love her and Squall together, I feel like the older I get, the more I prefer her with Seifer. They have a ton of similarities and I think the possibilities for them post-canon would be extremely interesting to explore. Both were under Ultimecia's control, both probably have the entire world hating them for one reason or another, both just want to live a life they probably can't have anymore. Honorable mentions are Rinoa/Quistis and Rinoa/Zell. Excellent ship potential!!

Brotp. Rinoa and Zell!! I love how they supported each other and wish there were more interactions with them in-game.

Head Canon. I always loved the Rinoa = Ultimecia theory. I've collected a bunch of headcanons for her over the years, but nothing's super jumping out at me right now 😰

Unpopular opinion. I do feel the fandom gets very… aggressive?? Over her with Squall. I enjoy the ship, but I'd love to see more stuff that's centered just on HER instead of always linking her to Squall forever and ever. She's an amazing character and can stand on her own!!

A wish. I hope she can have a peaceful, happy life 🥺

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen. FURY, DON'T UPSET YOUR DAUGHTER AGAIN 🔪

5 words to best describe them. Determined, creative, hopeful, free-spirited, and emotional

My nickname for them. No particular nicknames! She's just Rinoa and she's amazing!!

[ygodmyy20]

1, 2, 6, 8, 13, 17, 18, and 21-25, please?

Oh boy! So many hehe Lets do it.

the character everyone gets wrong

Hmmmm oh man. I hate to cop out, but I feel like most fandoms I'm in I'm just a "You do you" kinda fan, so I don't really feel strong enough to pick a character haha No character I have felt strongly about has been wrong by too many people.

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Omg, well, we gotta go back to puzzleshipping for this one haha I love the idea of a Yugi top. So my argument is Atem wouldn't be a top :) Most put Atem as top but I think he absolutely loves Yugi being the one in control (in my opinion~).

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

God I don't want to touch this one hahaha My copout answer is any incest ship and I hide those tags for a reason. Which they are far more prevalent in so many fandoms I like it's...yeah no thanks.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

This will be for Mob Psycho. I don't mind that people make ??? and Mob/Shigeo separate personalities (there are some AMAZING fics that do it, and they are fantastic!) , but I find it toes the line of...diminishing the final chapter, in a way. The whole point is for him to be one, complete whole being. I think adding on a distinct personality to ???...remove from the fact that ??? is, in the end, Shiego. The end of Mob Psycho was him accepting that part of himself. That part that was a little twisted, angry, and upset. And I think keeping them as separate, kinda removes that impact of that growth by Shigeo to accept the negative and more intense sides of himself.

13. worst blorboficiation

Ahhhhh I am old I had to look up what this was haha I really don't know..maybe Mob to an extent? He is flawed in so many ways, and his flaws make him who he is. I've read some fics that take away his flaws a bit too much for my liking.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

More 100% ecstasy Mob! But also I want more Mob and Ritsu as kids - more cute adorable pre-accident Mob and Ritsu being the cutest kids!

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Man I dunno, again, I just kinda enjoy what I enjoy. I don't really pay attention to hype and stuff.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Clearly based on my fanart, I can't get enough of 100% ecstasy Mob hahah But I dunno if that is ignored, I've seen others into it.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

I wasn't that into TeruMob when I watched and finished Mob Psycho, but I've really come around to it over the last month or so. It's really cute and wholesome! And I'm kinda eating up the fanart rn I feel like it's within the realm of reality with cannon Mob and Teru's personalities. I am in the bucket that Mob wouldn't get into that headspace for awhile though, he has a lot to figure out on his own post-cannon.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

I mean, it's been years, but I remember at least in YGO there was a very intense discussion about the end of Dark Side of Dimensions and Seto's decision to basically...fly himself off to the edges of space to see Atem again and I was certainly of the crowd like "Yep that's a bit of a unhealthy obsession, but sure"

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Again I'm such a passive person my cop out answer is, I think most complaints are valid haha Especially about Mob Psycho. Like the complaints about certain decisions Bones made in the anime. I didn't read the manga so I can't add to the discussion, but most of the points make sense. it sucks when certain things are not included that feel important to the story.

I also (biased anime-only watcher) love Mob Psycho anime and I will love it forever.

[lostfracturess]

i know i left a comment on the most recent prof gojo update but i just wanted to say that I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHHHH i haven't picked up a fanfic that isn't a one shot in MONTHS but this just took me out of my fanfiction slump (yes i'm making that a thing) i literally binged it in one sitting i couldn't my phone down!!!! literally everything is so good and unpopular opinion i absolutely live for the angst like i feel like i might even like it more than the fluff... also gojo communication arc when??? gojo opening up arc when??? i was rooting for him when he started opening up in like the middle ish chapters when reader and him played that chess game i was like "omg we're finally past the lying and deception!!! life couldn't be better!!"... sigh... also i inow it's probably not the most healthy way to do it (but lets be honest reader and gojo are anything BUT healthy in general) but if i was reader (which is funny because technically we reader ARE reader but like i've always seen reader as a separate person??? am i just weird?? 😭) i would've started yelling and like forced gojo to open up because UGHHH HES DRIVING ME INSANE WITH THE LIESSSS (again, definitely not the healthies way to cope, please don't take relationship advice from me) the amount of times i was screaming at reader to like slap him or something and just FORCE him to open up since he clearly wasn't doing it by himself... (again guys please don't do this 😖)

ANYWAYS UGH I LOVE PROF GOJO AND YOURE SUCH A GREAT WRITER

also could i please be added to the tag list?? if you dont mind ofc hehehe ANYWYAS IM RAMBLING BUT YAYYY IM LOVING THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS MATERPIECE

ps im sorry if this like a gazillion words long i just can't stop talking about it i love this ff so much

ahhhhh, you have no idea how happy this comment makes me!! so glad i could pull you out of your fanfiction slump hehe, that is honestly one of the best compliments ever. ♡

so glad you enjoy the angst, because i LOVE writing it!!

and don't even get me started on satoru's lack of communication! but at the same time those moments where gojo almost opens up, only to pull back? they hurt so good, don't they? 🌚🌚

but i get u, the struggle of wanting to scream at the character is REAL, and the fact that you feel that so strongly means i'm doing my job right hehe.

the way you see the reader as a separate person is super interesting!! i also form a kind of mental image of a character separate from myself, even when it's a yn story.

seriously though, thank you so so much for your message and your kind words!! & of course, i'll add you to the taglist. can't wait to share what happens next! ♡

[astro-b-o-y-d]

🍬🍄[or about a character if u dont wanna do a ship/pair] 🦴

🍬⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character: Cereal do you want me to DIE kjgdghkjdkdghjk I mean, I could go the easy route and pick a NUMBER of things out of Bill's fandom history or ANYTHING surrounding him, but I wanna go hard mode and avoid anything about him specifically.

So uhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,,,,,hmm. Maybe just my feelings on Ford in general? In that I think he's alright and appreciate him MUCH more now that I'm writing him, but I still find the rest of the family far more interesting.

I really wish the guy could click with me as much as everyone else and I am going out of my way to put so much love and effort into writing him, because I still want to do his character justice no matter what.

But ahhhhh, I really don't think he's ever gonna break my top five in terms of favorite characters in the show. Still, great character! Very fun to write! He gets to toss a fistful of fairy dust into Bill's face in a future chapter, so lucky him!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings: Soos and Melody talk in video game/anime references when flirting and it drives everyone around them crazy. I imagine when Soos proposed to her, he asked her if she'd be his 'Player One, because he'll be her Player Two'.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?: I mean,,,,,,,I guess whatever I'm writing at the moment counts, along with anything I end up referencing within the plot (for Triangulum, I know I'm gonna take a LOT of inspiration from specific pieces of media for certain chapters, like the Danganronpa chapters, the Mamma Mia! chapters, and so on and so forth).

And outside of Gravity Falls, I know the DTLS AU was strongly inspired by both Ducktales itself and how much Roman and I fucking hated what the writers did with RWBY. SO a piece of media I hate could be just as inspiring as something I like~!

In general, I also think one of my BIGGEST inspirations for ANYTHING I write is probably Lilo and Stitch, both movies and the series. Just the concepts from those (the weird girl and strange creature friendships, the way they handle redemption arcs, the fact that there's a lot of big gay men everywhere :) ) end up being at the back of my mind whenever I write something. I just love it to bits.

[nicegaai]

sorry i want to ramble about fan fiction and i dont want to bothr people in dms

ok chapter 8 is getting its third googledoc draft because part of me does want to do as much of this as possible before the end of the year, especially while i still have so much free time.

thank you to past me for writing up the scene by scene breakdown. that DOES make this much easier to continue on. HOWEVER. why did i leave so much open ended. thats making this much harder. like

everything was left like this. and then when i add dialogue it changes the course of the scene pretty dramatically. ive spent like an hour today trying to iron out one scene i thought i had THE MOST polished up already. like. Carsex Scene was supposed to be my ease-in easy bit. HOW DO WRITERS DO THIS? im NOT cut out for this kind of work.

well this past year has given me a lot of respect for people who can write. ahhhhh

oh yeah also i cant find the whole first scene for this chapter. i wrote it a while ago and i have NO idea what happened to it. fml i guess

i think if i started rambling on about the plot it might get me into Real Writing Mode but im struggling to do this. thats what im trying to accomplish here with this textpost but it isnt workign yet HELP

ok no i can do this.

first scene i have dennor being cute togehter. unfortunately i havent figured out the whole second half of the scene. my notes are like "they talk about their relationship" and like ok i know this is necessary and ive been putting off them doing this for like 4 chapters but i dont know what to do with that. they should have a talk about the state of their relationship but i have discarded drafts of like mads confessing his love to sig which is no longer canon. i had a version where there was a subplot about them breaking up. now i just want them to have the polyamory talk, bcz someone has to and im not making sufin do it. but tbh i could leave it implied. and just put that off until the fic is over bc i dont care I JUST DONT CARE i dont feel like it

next was more sufin moments i think given some time i could make this bit really good. i love sufin. i love them being together this part is fine actually i just need to start it and the inspiration will come

next umm lets see. OH ACTUALLY this one is funny. im really into this scene even though i can sense it getting really really long. whenever i get into fleshing this scene out im goign to enjoy it. its denice and dennor having awkward boyfriend-sharing interactions. and nor is like sooo how are those wet dreams going lol and ice is like . well youre definitely not in them lol uhhhhhhh. jk he doesnt say this but he thinks it. his life is so hard u guize

the next bit .................. im trying to shoehorn in some norfin. im trying to set up that they should be besties and hang out more. because its true and right. unfortunately this "scene" is 2 lines long bc i wasnt sure what to do with it. could i drop it? yes. but for plot reasons I DONT WANT TOOOO. but what is the scene about? nothing, but i gotta fit in 2 important plot points and so i shall. maybe they will even do a sex. WHO KNOWS! NOT ME

next bit is another one that could get real long if i let it. i love the densu nation and i need their crumbs. i need them to hang out. IS IT PLOT IMPORTANT? maybe not. but TO ME i think it is CHARACTER IMPORTANT. theres some foreshadowing. actually maybe 2 layers of foreshadowing that begin here. and also they are playing videos game and being children about it and i love them

next bittttttttt emil feels like a fifth wheel and gets in his emotions about it :( this scene im feeling ok about even though its vague so far. its a good starting point. i can do something with this

next bit UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH AUUUUUUUUGHHHHH i dotn want to write this one. hm. actually i didnt realize i felt that strongly about this scene. i dont know if its because it sucks narratively, or its just not fun enough... writing emil at school with his friends is just not fun for me in general. i love hk and liech but this is just not my thinggg. it doesnt help that i ended the scene with saying "ughh something happens and plans fall through and i dont know how lol" like what am i supposed to do with that. but i think this scene will end up being important. a whole sideplot rides on this. if i deleted it, it might get confusing at the end. maybe i can just simplify it? eventually. maybe ill cut it out in the end anyway.

oh and then the last scene is the carsex scene. epicballs, i skipped ahead and im working on this first.

ew actually now that ive typed this all up, it sounds like a hell of a lot of work. what am i doingggg. im such a slow writer T_T what AM i doing

step 1 i need to stop editing as i go and just slam down some vibes in the goog doc. i got good at this for a while but ive lost that mojo. i need to revive her *looks at time* maybe tomorrow or something. or for a couple hours >_> if im very good at time management tonight

if anyone is reading this hi