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Summer collection no. 1 piece! ^^ A sweet friender bender moment in Paris :3
Drinking wine instead of porter An Irishman in gay Paris~
#reminds me of the red and blue flags. take it as one if you like :)#they're gonna fuck so hard on top of that roof. i may be ace but im not blind lol#I look at lana del rey lyrics and you can't tell me it's not about them. 'florida kilos'. and. 'freak'#“He hit me and it felt like a kiss” lana del rey lyrics. srly. in 'ultraviolence'. that's doomstar right there. and the bloody nose inciden#red and blue#they are light and shadow. a star and a blackhole#metalocalypse#mtl#pickles the drummer#dethklok#nathan explosion#mtl fanart#metalocalypse fanart#dethklok fanart#nickles
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In this new episode of our widely treasured Electronic Beats TV Blind Test series, we dive back into the depths of Acid Techno. Building upon the success of our previous 90's Techno 303 Edition Blind Test, we proudly present part two, this time with a playlist curated by Oliver Bondzio from Hardfloor.
#hardfloor#acid#303#techno#roland tb-303#music#oliver bondzio#ramon zenker#tb303#hrdflr.#blind test#Electronic Beats TV#Adam X#D.A.V.E. The Drummer#Alienata#Serge Clone#Acid Junkies#Stefan Robbers#Dasco#Sonic Groove#Youtube
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love it when I notice small details on a person. I just noticed by this photo, that Lars has a gap in his teeth
#metallica#lars ulrich#its cute ngl#I fw tooth gaps#I love that little scrawny danish drummer!!#I’m also just blind so..
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Saw Crypta last night, they were very good and I headbanged even though I was so hungry. Woke up today with allergic conjunctivitis and spent the day at the hospital, getting medication through an IV, having my eyes examined (so uncomfortable) and knocked out on a reclining chair thanks to Benadryl. I suspect the mascara I managed to put on last night was the culprit. I could have just gone to the show without makeup, it was organized by the local metal scene and I knew absolutely no one there, owing no one any explanations. But you know, one feels the obligation to try to look nice. No one comments anything on my other social media because music scenes are very hands-off with each other. I don’t really feel like I belong to anything and want to be able to go out and see whatever and whoever interests me.
Meanwhile, my acquaintances are being invited to post about the 10 albums that have impacted them the most and I can’t help but think that no one has asked me because I’m a girl/woman/person with a cervix. At the same time, I wouldn’t want to contextualize how I experience and consume music on their terms but I still feel left out and like it’s just a guy’s circle jerk, where a female will just disrupt the flow (even if they won’t say it).
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#plays Melvins “Goin' Blind” (Kiss cover)#it was so bad I couldn't open my eyes#I was in front of Jessica! She was shredding like crazy! So was Tainá -a total BADASS!#Fernanda don't look at me I know I'm lame 😳#Luana Dametto is an incredible drummer so I voted for her on Drumeo#Crypta#brazil
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Warning: lots of Boomer references in this one… Now-here man, hiding in the autonomous jeans in the middle of the drawing, unlike the protagonist of the 1965 Lennon-McCartney hit—maybe the first Beatles song that isn’t about love—has a point of view…but, the world is not at his command. “So, don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I knock it / It’s just that I am not in the market…” —Monkee Michael…
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#alienation#baby boomers#blind boy fuller#connections#culture#different drummer#disneyfication#keep on truckin#love or money#monetization#nowhere man#predation#purpose#robert crumb
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Hey mom, the horse is playing Korn in the bathtub again | "Blind" Korn D...
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New drum lesson for "No Rain" by Blind Melon now available over on the website... https://www.drumstheword.com/product/no-rain-blind-melon-glen-graham-video-drum-lesson-learn-how-play-drums-song/
#drums#drumming#sheetmusic#drumcover#drumlessons#drummers#drumlesson#sheet music#drum cover#drummer#no rain#blind melon#glen graham
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you fell head over heals for someone you shouldn't have fallen head over heels for.
ryomen sukuna was an enigma and the very person you should've never fallen in love with.
you knew him from all over campus, he was a troublemaker but his looks made up for it, all the girls were in love and squealing about him, hoping for a chance to get in his bed and tangle up in his sheets.
of course, some did, the lucky ones you'd guess, for someone as arrogant and cocky as him, he sure was picky with who he gets with, it's not like he's ever had anything beyond one night stands, though still the dainty drummer still liked to have his good food.
oh yeah, he was a drummer in a band.
maybe that's what made him such a heartthrob at campus — actually, you weren't sure if it was the fact that he's a drummer or the fact that he's a gym freak, or the fact that he had tattoos or —
you could go on for days.
in your mind, you hated sukuna, he was nothing but a difficult and egocentric freak to you.
in your heart? that was a different story.
you should've never fallen in love with ryomen sukuna.
so now in the morning after of a fun night, tangled up in his sheets with your clothes scattered all over the floor, you knew you were the stupidest person to walk earth.
how did you get here? oh that's easy, you were drunk but not that drunk at a party with your friends, he was there with his band mates serving one song after the other until they got of stage and had a few drinks of their own.
then suddenly, sukuna's hands were all over you as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear about how pretty you are, the way you look and how perfect your body was for him.
you should've never fallen for any of this, why did you fall for all of this?
you had a giddy smile on your face and was giggling the whole way back as he led you to his room.
god, that was such a fuck up.
you groan, covering your eyes from the sunshine the leaks into the room from the cracks of the blinds, and when you get accustomed to it, you let your eyes wander over his room.
posters, curses, a drum set with a guitar in the corner, a vape and a pack of cigars on his nightstand, the dresser's door wide open with clothes spilled out.
yeah, everything about this screamed ryomen.
the door to his room opens and he walks in, hair dripping wet and with nothing but a towel around his waist.
he lets out a huff as he sees you're awake, "there is still warm water if you want to shower."
that's it? that's all he has to say to you? after everything he told and did to you last night? even after your naked bodies tangled and connected that's all?
he won't even meet your eyes.
"okay." is all you manage out in a meek voice, pulling the covers tighter over your body, hoping that you can just drown in them.
ryomen sukuna was an enigma, an enigma you should've never fallen in love with.
a/n : this was heavily inspired by another writer's drummer! sukuna drabble but i cannot for the life of me remember their user if somebody knows who they are pls tell me so i can give them their credits <33
#drummer! sukuna college au#might turn this into a one shots series#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk headcanons#jjk deabbles#jjk fluff#jjk angst#jjk x reader#jjk sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna headcanons#sukuna drabble#sukuna angst#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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(steddie | teen | 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | @steddielovemonth prompt love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can't tear yourself away from them just yet by @starryeyedjanai | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)
Steve came to slowly, like swimming through molasses, his mind caught somewhere between dreaming and being awake. In his dream, he had been lying in the sun, his head cushioned in Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers running through his hair, humming a soft melody Steve had never heard before.
Slowly, the melody changes to the sound of soft snoring, and the soft thing under his head isn't Eddie's lap, it's his chest, gently rising and falling with each snore. Steve presses his smile into the warm skin beneath him at the thought of Eddie's face when he tells him he snores.
Some things are worth waiting for, though, and he knows the perfect moment to reveal this particular piece of information will come.
He has no idea what time it is. Judging by the morning light filtering into the room, it's just after sunrise, the sun's rays piercing through the blinds and casting a warm, golden glow that gradually fills Steve's hotel room.
Moving as carefully as he can, he cranes his neck to check the aged alarm clock on the bedside table. It tells him that he was right, it's 7:58 a.m., and the sun has risen just minutes before him. The light filtering in is soft and diffused, making the colors seem muted yet rich, with shades of pale orange, pink, and yellow dancing across the surfaces. Long shadows stretch out elegantly, accentuating the contours of furniture and objects in the room.
It's Steve's favorite time of day. There's a sense of quiet serenity in this early morning moment as the world slowly awakens. It offers a brief respite before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.
These days, early mornings hold an even more special place in his heart because it's the only time of day he can just look at Eddie.
Sometimes Steve thinks Eddie is like a hummingbird, always moving until all his energy is used up and he falls into a deep slumber that almost looks like he's dead to the world. It allows Steve to soak him up undisturbed and unabashed. His fingers carefully exploring the hills and valleys of hard muscle and soft flesh, he can drink in the swirling ink on Eddie's pale skin.
It's such a stark contrast from the rest of the day.
Eddie often seems driven. By the perceived expectations of others, by his own fears of falling short. By his own demons, which Steve has only glimpsed. But as the darkness of the night gives way to a new day, Eddie looks at ease.
It's probably too soon to think, but Steve hopes it's because he's now sharing Eddie's bed. That Eddie feels safe with him, safe enough to let go of all the things that plague his beautiful but sometimes overwhelmingly loud mind.
That's why it pains Steve to be the one to wake Eddie from his peaceful slumber and bring him back to reality. But they have a sound check at 9:15 because the venue has had some problems lately and they need to make sure everything goes off without a hitch tonight. This whole tour means too much to them, to Eddie, for it not to be perfect.
Pressing a gentle kiss just above where Steve can feel the steady beating of Eddie's heart, he softly calls Eddie's name. Not surprisingly, nothing happens, so another kiss follows the first, this time on Eddie's collarbone.
"Eddie, c'mon," he tries again, this time closer to Eddie's ear, eliciting a soft murmur. "We have to get up, the soundcheck -"
"Mm, they can check the sound without us," his - Eddie's - voice comes in a slightly drawn out tone. "Don't wanna get up."
Eddie, obviously not fully awake yet, wraps his arms around Steve and buries his face in Steve's hair.
"I know, ba-" Steve stumbles over the pet names that want to come out more and more now that they're so much closer than when he first started touring with Corroded Coffin. "I know. But we can grab a big coffee with enough sugar in it to put an elephant into a sugar coma, and when the check is done, we can come back to the hotel and sneak into your room and I can make it worth your while."
Steve's tone is low, almost a purr, as he says this. The others don't know about them yet, although Steve thinks that at least Robin and Chrissy have their suspicions. And Jeff has been watching them more closely as well. He's sure that they'll tell them soon, but first they want to enjoy getting to know each other this way, without their friends getting involved.
"Five more minutes and I will make it worth your while. Whaddya say, big boy?"
Before Steve can answer, most likely telling Eddie no, we're going to be late and how are you going to explain that to the others, Eddie rolls them both over until Steve lands on his back with a soft umph. Above him, Eddie is smiling down at him, suddenly much more awake than seconds before.
"Hi," he says, nudging Steve's nose with his own.
Steve doesn't even try to fight the dopey smile, even as he rolls his eyes at Eddie trying to get what he wants by playing dirty. It's so Eddie, just like the wolfish grin on his face.
"I'll make this the best five minutes of your life, Harrington. Scout's honor."
Steve snorts. "Scout's honor? I doubt you ever talked to a scout in your life."
"Oh yeah. In fact, I'm sleeping with one. And I'm about to kiss one before I rock his world."
"See, that's where you're wrong."
"Is that so?"
This makes Steve laugh out loud. "You're ridiculous."
"And you love it," Eddie replies, then hesitates as his choice of words seems to register with him.
Before the moment between them ends in awkwardness, Steve leans in to kiss Eddie on the nose. "How did you know I was a Boy Scout?"
Steve's distraction works, and the worry in Eddie's eyes is replaced by mischief. "Just a guess, but good to know."
"Ass."
"I have it on good authority that you like my ass," Eddie teases, and Steve has to agree. He really does. As much as he likes everything else about Eddie. How much is becoming a problem.
Instead of saying any of these things, Steve looks over at the alarm clock, which now reads 08:04. He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment. "I think your five minutes are up, and I have to say, not the world-rocking I was expecting, Munson."
"Oh you..." Eddie growls before swooping in to capture Steve's lips in a deep kiss. It turns into another, and another, the dim light in the room growing brighter around them as they become lost in each other.
Eddie makes it to sound check just in time, while Steve is ten minutes late, carrying five cups of coffee. He hopes no one notices the bright grin Eddie flashes with the first sip of his overtly sweet coffee, or the wink he gives Steve.
A promise is a promise, and Steve intends to keep them all when it comes to Eddie.
#steddie#steddie fanfiction#rockstar eddie munson#drummer steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things fanfiction#steddielovemonth#day 16#love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can't tear yourself away from them just yet#my writing#pickup note
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♫⋆。`♪ ₊゚.11:01 p.m. (m) — choi yeonjun
genre: smսt, bratty sub!yeonjun, rockstar!yeonjun, dom!fem!reader, yj wears a collar at all times bc i said so, light petplay (he gets called pup, but nothing further than that) <3
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yeonjun's little secret is hidden in plain sight.
his skeleton in the closet is encapsulated by a simple piece of leather wrapped around his throat — it's something that he nearly always has on, whether it be promotional photos, meet and greets, or concerts. his fans have spotted it on him when he's out partying, perusing festivals, even while he's simply out and about. sometimes, he even attaches a longer piece to it, wraps it around his wrist like a leash, and yet everyone always dismisses it as some sort of social commentary (he's honestly seen enough think pieces on twitter to last a lifetime). and when someone asks about it? he brushes it off and smoothly changes the subject.
because it's not just a plain old choker, or a collar worn to criticize an oppressive social regime — no, it is yeonjun's indirect way of telling the world that he belongs to you.
indeed, you, the pretty little girlfriend of tomorrow by together's famous drummer, have more power over him than anyone else. he's yours to keep in line, yours to ruin — yours to own, wholly and completely. sure, you keep your relationship with him fairly private, but the collar is your own way of staking claim on the man that is desired by everyone. what can you say? you’re a little territorial.
and maybe it makes your sex life just a bit more exciting.
yeonjun slams his sticks down on his drumset’s cymbals one final time before he’s ripping his in-ears out in order to hear the crowd. their screams heighten the adrenaline racing through his veins, his heart pounding against his ribcage so hard he thinks that it might burst from his chest. slick sweat shines against his bare, tanned skin under the blazing stage lights that illuminate him and the rest of the band. they blind the crowd from his eyes, but he can still hear the frenzied screams of “i love you!” and “fuck me please!” and the cries that beg them to continue the show — he eats it up, basks in the untouchable feeling as he stands on his chair and dramatically bows to his fans. hopping down to join the rest of his members at the front of the stage, they give their wild fans one last goodbye as the platform they stand upon begins to lower below the stage, each of them waving to fans. before he is fully off stage and the mic in his hand cuts off, he allows one last bellow of “thank you, chicago! good night!”
impatiently, he mumbles a quick “good job” to the other guys before he’s leaping off the moving platform, removing the stage gear that is strapped to his torso beneath his tank top and tossing it to the floor with little abandon. the staff can pick it up for him later, because all he can think about is finding you right now; he’s excited to hear what you think, always a glutton for your praises.
frantic eyes scan the crowded backstage area, trying to spot you amongst the sea of staff. his steps grow faster when he realizes you’re nowhere to be found, his heart racing for entirely different reason now. where are you? are you in his dressing room? are you fucking hiding from him?
“jjunie!”
his head whips around in a flash at the familiar call of his name, watching as you slink over to him in the most mouthwatering outfit he’s ever seen. your skintight black shirt leaves little to the imagination, with plunging cutouts that show off the curvature of your breasts and leave your navel bare, tucked into what can barely be called a mini skirt due to how little it covers. your eyes shine as you stare up at him, hands reaching up to cup his jaw before you pull him into a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue and passion, ignoring the chaos that whirls around your bodies. he moves down to trail his lips down your neck, but you stop him with a single finger slipping under his collar at the back of his neck, pulling him back by it. the feeling lights a fire within him.
“easy there, tiger,” you laugh, smirking as you meet his kohl-lined eyes. “we’re in public.”
“but baby,” he whines, hands wandering down to your ass, slipping under your skirt, and delivering a hard squeeze to the bare flesh. “need you s’bad.”
your tongue subconsciously runs over your front teeth while you watch his once clear eyes grow all hazy and hooded. brushing a thumb over his plump lips, you murmur, “so needy already, hm?” he nods, and you bite back a cruel comment. “then how about we go to your dressing room, pup?”
yeonjun feels the fire inside his stomach roar to life at the pet name, no longer just a tiny flame, but something all-consuming and desperate. the next few seconds pass as a blur as he makes a beeline towards his room, adorned with a star and his name. the door slams behind you, your back pressed to the wood soon after as he cages you in, his lips crashing against yours with fervor. he brazenly gropes at your exposed flesh, his already hardened cock pressing against your thigh through his jeans. he’s getting too bold, isn’t allowing you to lead — and you’re becoming annoyed.
your fingers find the thin strip of leather around his throat once more, pulling harder this time. he chokes at the feeling, fingers pressing deeper into your flesh, refusing to move as he diverts his attention back to your neck again. annoyance brews into a bubbling anger, your fingers leaving the collar to twist in his hair and yank. a yelp sounds from his throat at the tingly pain branching across his scalp.
“already forgetting who’s in charge, pup?” you grit out, pulling harder all the while. he releases a shaky breath, but doesn’t move to give you an answer. scoffing, your gaze sharpens. “get on your knees.”
“no,” he replies, defiance coloring his tone and expression. “i don’t wanna.”
you use your free hand to grip his chin. “don’t you want to cum tonight?”
“obviously,” he says, rolling his eyes.
squeezing his chin, your vision spots red, and you seethe, “then get on your fucking knees.”
he gives you a similar response as before. while yeonjun is usually obedient, there are times where he becomes too greedy, too bold in trying to steal the reins from you unrelenting hands — it seems tonight is one of those nights, but you know just how to put him back in his rightful place. he’s too easy, really.
without warning, you shove him away, stalking over to the other side of the room where your purse lies. you ignore his questions of what you are doing as you dig through the bag, quickly locating what you want: his leash. the black leather is cool against your skin as you wrap it around your hand, the clip held between deft fingers. it matches his collar perfectly; simple yet effective, you surmise. his eyes widen at the sight of you returning to where he stands with it in hand, mouth going dry as he realizes you aren’t in the mood to play tonight.
yeonjun freezes as the clip loops around the small chain that holds his collar together, biting his lips when you tug, testing the integrity. your expression betrays nothing of your inner thoughts, gaze steely and borderline bored — you refuse to look at him now, moving in silence. he feels a tug from behind now, and it presses the leather against his windpipe for a moment. his cock twitches, and he aches to touch himself, to relieve the unbearable pressure in his pelvis.
“i was gonna reward you tonight, y’know, for doing so well,” you sigh while you step in front of him again. your calm yet venomous tone sends tingles down his spine and more blood towards his center. you poke at the center of his chest before you continue. “but you decided to be a stupid little brat and not listen. so!”
you’re just being cruel now, but the pathetic furrow of his brow and the pout forming on his lips is the least of your concern at this point. you saunter over to the couch that sits in the middle of the room, bend over right in front of him, and slip your thong down your legs. behind you, he audibly gasps, both of your holes on proud display in front of his eyes. his attempt to surge forward is quickly thwarted, the length of his leash too short to even come close to reaching you, and he turns back to find that you have tied it to the doorknob. he reaches for the knot—
“don’t even try it,” you call. “that isn’t one you know, stupid pup.”
turning back to you, he finds you leaned back on the couch with your legs spread wide, perfectly manicured fingers slowly circling your clit. you emit a quiet moan as you tease yourself, hips rolling up into your fingers to search for more stimulation. gulping, he remains silent, focused on the way your entrance flutters around nothing.
“i get to touch, you get to watch,” you sigh, pressing harder against your bundle of nerves. “and don’t even think about touching yourself without permission.”
knees weak, he stands there, vision growing hazy around the edges at you prod and tease yourself, working yourself up at a painfully slow pace. he knows you’re doing it on purpose, but his cock is so hard and it’s so painful and he just wants to—
“put your hands back at your sides,” you order, further threats already pouring out of you before he can process the command. “or do you want a worse punishment? want me to go get your bandmates? i’m sure they’d love to fuck me, make you watch with no way to stop them from taking me, have them use me ‘til they’re satisfied— mh, just thinking about that is getting me close.”
across the room, yeonjun feels tears line his eyes. the fingers that have sunken into your entrance should be his. he should be the one between your legs right now, his lips wrapped around your clit and your thighs suffocating him until he’s dizzy on your taste and scent. he should be the one with his cock in you, not anyone else — and especially not his fucking bandmates. falling to his knees, a sob wracks his form, but you’re still not feeling particularly kind.
“aw, are you crying? you’re such a pathetic little thing, jjunie. can’t even listen to basic fucking orders, but you cry when you don’t get your way?"
the first tears slip down his face when your first orgasm hits you, your legs struggling to remain open as you whimper and whine, exaggerating your moans on purpose. you throw your head back and arch your spine, giving him a better view of your soaked hole as you ride out the waves of pleasure.
“‘m sorry,” he mumbles, cheeks streaked with tears and his head hanging low. his fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, but you can catch the shake of his fingers despite his grip.
of course, you heard him well enough, but you decide to feign ignorance. “what was that, pup? look at me when you speak.”
“i’m sorry!” he shouts, his pupils blown out and blurry with lust. “‘m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please— please let me touch you, wanna make you feel good. i can’t—”
“you’re sorry now?” you interrupt, his head nodding up and down in rapid succession. “huh, i’m not sure if i believe you.”
“pleaseee!” your boyfriend sobs, disregarding anyone that may stand on the other side of the door, his voice thick and shaky. his collar has been pulled taut against his neck with how desperately he has tried to move towards you; his head is hazy and he can barely think about anything except pleasure, both his and yours. “please please please please—”
his begging continues as you rise from the cushions. you ignore the slight quake of your limbs, now leering over him while he stares back up at you, his shiny, swollen lips parted to allow soft pants to escape. crimson stains his cheeks and spreads down his neck, black streaks of ruined eyeliner mixing with it — an absolute painting.
extending a foot, you press the heel of your shoe against his erection. his jolts, a drawn-out whimper escaping him. your lips form a condescending pout as you press a little harder. “poor pup. so sensitive. so pathetic.”
“‘m not pathetic,” he whispers. with a single eyebrow raised and your head titled to the side, you crouch down to his level, gently gripping his chin.
“no?” you question softly. “then why are you so hard just from me degrading you?”
“‘m sorry, can’t— can’t help it.”
“aw, i know, baby.” you reach up to run your hand through his dusty rose hair, removing a few sweat-slicked strands from his forehead. “i’m gonna untie you. i want you to go sit on the couch, and take your pants and boxers off for me, okay?”
“m’kay.”
he does as promised once you untie the knot. he even went one step further and removed his tank top, his cock pressed against his abdomen, the entire shaft an angry red, his veins more pronounced than usual. precum beads at his tip, dribbling over the side of his cock. obediently, his hands lay at his sides against the cushions. his fingers curl as you undress.
you move to straddle his lap, cupping his face in your palms. “i’m gonna put it in, pup. you're gonna be good, right?”
he nods before he inhales sharply, your fingers touching him where he needs you most. you guide his leaky cock to your entrance with one hand, biting your lip as you begin to sink down on him. the stretch causes your head to spin and your walls to flutter around him. he whines. “don’t, ngh, don’t do that.”
“what? this?” you ask as you purposefully clench your walls. his whimper morphs into a shout when you sink down fully, taking him to the hilt and staying there. his dick presses against the spongy spot deep inside you, stretches your walls perfectly. your pussy was made to take him, just as he was made to listen to you.
the rhythmic grinding of your hips is enough to have him crying out, tears flowing down his face once again. you lean down to kiss them away, hands finding his and pressing them against the cushion on either side of his head. sighing in delight, you begin to fuck him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock. his mouth is frozen in a permanant ‘o,’ head thrown back while he bucks up into you.
“feel so good inside me, jjunie. so big,” you moan. he twitches inside you at the words, which spurs you to keep going. “such a dumb little thing, just need my pussy and you’re gone? have to have me think for you? so— fuck, so cute. you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
“y-yes! all yours, ‘m only yours!” he replies. you smile at the admission, releasing one hand to pull at his collar. his thighs begin to quake below you, muscles contracting and relaxing sporadically. you lean in to kiss him and swallow his loud moans, holding him close by the strip of leather. power paired with pleasure surges through your veins, pleased at his ruined state. you smile against his mouth.
“rub my clit,” you encourage, feeling his thumb move like lightning to the little bud, his sloppy circles causing your rhythm to falter. “i’m gonna cum, jjunie. want you to cum inside— fill me up, pup. don’t you want that too?”
“yes! yesyesyesyes-” he rambles and rambles until you feel him spill inside you, ropes of cum painting your walls and triggering your own orgasm, his cock pulsing inside you as he continues to cum. your walls flutter as you ride out your high, your fingers moving to press his face against your breasts. he kisses and sucks at the flesh between high-pitched whines until you finally come down, the pulsing of your walls ceasing. slowly, you lift yourself off him, ignoring how his seed spills from your hole and onto the couch. with one final peck to his lips, you adjust his collar and sit next to him, pulling him into an embrace and allowing him to bury his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“did so good for me, jjunie. i’m so proud of you,” you murmur against his hair, rubbing soothing circles against his back. you gently rock him back and forth with you, making sure that he’s comfortable. “do you need anything, baby?”
“nuh-uh,” he says, voice vibrating against your skin. “just wanna be held.”
with a fond smile, you nod to yourself and squeeze him a little tighter.
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Be Mine
modern!benji x fem!reader
Summary: You and Benji are best friends in a band and seem to be the only ones blind to your chemistry. Your fans and band mates never cease to point this out and it’s got you both thinking about each other in a different light.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, a single cigarette, fingering, p in v, oral(f receiving), unprotected, age gap, praise kink ig
Authors Note: request from @chainsawsangel, the subtle 5sos mention is crazy of me
Word Count: 3.2k
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We shuffle back into the venue waving back to our fans as the doors shut behind us. I drape across Benji as we make our way back to the dressing room with our other two members. I’m thankful to our loyal fans who come see us. We’ve been trying to grow out of smaller venues and tonight is the first time we’re playing at a place that doesn’t consider itself a bar first.
“We should make a jar where we have to put a dollar in everytime someone asks if you two are together yet.” our drummer, Michael, tosses himself back onto the couch.
“We’re just friends.” I sigh claiming the other couch and Benji lays across my lap.
“Yeah, I can see that.” our bassist, Ash, raises his eyebrow and shakes his head.
I sigh and toss my head back. I lift Benjis head from my lap as I get up to go change in the bathroom. I don’t know what to tell our band mates. We just spend a lot of time together and have the same sense of humor. I didn’t think they felt so deeply about the fans asking about it.
“Stop pouting and come out.” Benji calls through the door and I roll my eyes at the smile that spreads across my face.
“I’m not pouting.” I open the door glaring up at him.
“What do you call this then?” he squeezes my cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Benji,” I bat his hand away huffing.
“Can you two fuck already?” Michael shouts from across the room.
“That sounds like you need to put a dollar in the jar.” Benji smiles over his shoulder at them.
“Fuck off.” they laugh back.
I turn back into the bathroom using the stained mirror to finish getting ready while Benji sits on the floor watching me. I guess I never really put much thought into us being more than friends. Of course I find him attractive but I always figured he wouldn’t go for me since he’s a few years older. Now I can’t stop glancing at him in the mirror and to my surprise every time he’s already looking at me with dark eyes.
“What’re you looking at?” I lock eyes with him in the mirror.
“My beautiful and amazing friend and bandmate.” he hums and I roll my eyes at him.
“Not helping with the accusations.” I purse my lips turning to him.
“Fuck what they say.” he shrugs wrapping his hands around my ankle and up my calf as he looks up to me.
“Benji,” my voice is more breathy than I’d like it to be.
“Hm?” he looks up to me with a smirk.
“Go get dressed. We’re on stage in thirty.” I go to turn but he tightens his grip on me.
“Should we match tonight?” his fingers trail up my thighs and play with the edge of my skirt.
“Do you have a skirt to match?” I raise my eyebrow and wrap my hand around his wrist pulling him up.
“Black pants and a matching shirt will do the job.” he rises towering above me. “Although, I think we should switch shirts to get the point across.” his fingers dance along the exposed skin of my waist.
“You wanna wear a crop top?” I look up to him while plucking his fingers off of me.
“You don’t think I can pull it off?” he pouts.
“Let’s see if you can.” I smirk and begin to pull my shirt off.
“Don’t start something we can’t finish right now.” his voice low as he stops my hands. “I’ll go find you a shirt and be right back.”
I don’t know what’s in the air between us today. His touch on my skin that’s normally innocent has such a fire behind it. Our bodies must be on the same page as everyone else and our minds still haven’t caught up. I just don’t want to ruin years of friendship for one lust filled moment.
“What’re you getting so worked up about in here?” he smirks looking at the blush creeping up my neck.
“Nothing.” I snatch the shirt from him and shut the door in his face.
“Very convincing.” he chuckles from the other side.
I pull off my shirt and look to see what Benji gave me. I sigh at the white button up he gave me. I know this man has white t-shirts but of course it had to be this. I button it up and tuck it in smiling that it smells like him. I pull the door open and he’s there waiting for me. His eyes travel over my body and slowly make their way back to my eyes.
“You look like a schoolgirl.” he licks his lips and I push my top into his hands.
“Let’s see how you look.” I put my hands on my hips expectantly. He pulls off his shirt and I scold my eyes for traveling down his torso. He chuckles as he pulls my shirt on and shake my head at how unfair it is that he looks good in my shirt.
“Do you like it?” his tone teasing.
“Yeah, I’m sure the fans will love it. Especially the girls.” I raise my hand to touch him but bring it back to my sides quickly.
“I asked if you like it, Y/n.” I look up to him and nod my head not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
“If you guys are done we gotta go.” Ash says waiting at the door hauling it open with Michael next to him.
We jog after them down the hall as our adrenaline begins to spike the closer to stage we get. We do our before show ritual when the stage hand says we have five minutes. Our fans cheer as we step out on stage and the lights dim. We go straight into our opening song and the energy from the crowd fuels us.
“How’re you guys doing tonight?” I smile into the mic as the room bursts into cheers. “I wanna thank you all for coming out and seeing us at our first official venue show.” Michael plays a small riff as the crowd continues to cheer.
“For those of you who got dragged here let me introduce us, I’m Y/n, this is our bassist Ash, our drummer Michael, and our guitarist Benji.” I smile turning to my band mates.
“Saving the best for last?” Benji laughs into his mic.
“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, Benji.” I toss a smile over my shoulder. “Who’s ready for the next song?”
“I am.” Ash groans from beside me and the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter.
We get through five songs before we do another talking break and I run off stage for the bathroom and water. I quickly get done and start making my way backstage when Benji pops out of the shadows. I stumble back and he catches me helping steady my feet.
“You look so good like this.” I feel my cheeks flush as he fiddles with the buttons on my shirt.
“Benji,” I look up to him as I feel my breathing deepen.
“Let’s go finish our show.” he chuckles tugging me back on stage.
“There she is.” Ash sings as Benji slips his fingers out of mine. “They wanna know where you got your top.” he smirks at me and I flare my nostrils.
“A little boutique called Benjis suitcase. Let me tell you they sell some strange shit.” I giggle into the mic.
“Hey,” Benji grabs his chest in mock hurt.
“Oh don’t be such a baby.” I coo walking over to him. “Who likes Benjis shirt?” the crowd cheers. “I wanted to wear it tonight but he insisted.” I sigh throwing my head back.
“She’s just mad because she knows I look better in it.” he struts across the stage and the crowd goes wild.
“And on that note we have a couple more songs for you guys.” Michael laughs and begins our next song.
The rest of the show is high energy and we all run off stage laughing and panting. We make our way back to the dressing room and begin to pack up so we can head back to our hotel. Michael and Ash make fun of us as they see what our fans are posting about us and how we have to be a couple that we all but confirmed it.
“I’d like to see how you guys talk your way out of this one.” Ash laughs stepping out of the uber. “We’ll see you guys later.” they wiggle their eyebrows before running into the hotel with our bags.
“Let’s go out.” Benji says holding my hand to keep me in the car.
“I guess I could go for a drink.” I sit back in the seat and turn my head to him. “You want your shirt back?” I bite my lip popping open the top button.
“No.” he shakes his head with a smirk. “I like when you wear my things.” his eyes darken as he scans over my body.
“Careful you sound possessive.” I tsk.
“And if I am?” his hand travels to my bare thigh.
“Hm?” I squeeze my legs shut looking up to him.
“Possessive of you.” his voice low as his rings bite into my skin.
“Benji,” his name falls off my tongue.
“Alright you two, we’re here.” the driver says and we slip out of the car.
Benji leads me into the club as the music thrums through me. We make our way to the bar and down a shot. We take another before he’s pulling to the dance floor. His hands wrap around my waist tightly as my hands travel up his back and I’m thanking myself for giving him a crop top. One of his hands travels up my front and begins to pop a button open as my breath catches.
“You seemed hot from how flushed your cheeks are.” he dips down to my ear as he opens another button.
“Do you wanna take it off?” I arch my body into him and he chuckles lowly dragging me off the dance floor. He pushes us into the bathroom and has my back against the door a moment later.
“Maybe we should switch shirts.” he smirks popping another button. His mouth goes to my neck and I let out a wrecked whimper. His hand travels between my thighs as I writhe in his arms. “Is this okay?” he asks stopping just below my panties.
“Yes, Benji please,” I whine gripping onto his arm. He moves my panties to the side and slides a long finger through my wetness. I bite my lip from crying out as he keeps his movements slow.
“How’s that feel baby?” his finger swirls around my bud and a moan rips out of my throat.
“So good,” I pant as he brings another finger and speeds up his movements. My hips chase his fingers as I melt into his arms as my pleasure builds.
“You’re doing so good for me.” he purrs as his fingers slide down to my core. He slowly dips them into me and my breathing deepens. His thumb finds my bud and I grind down into his hand chasing my high that is about to snap.
“Fuck Benji,” I whine as he starts to lick and bite across my neck.
“Gunna come on my fingers like a good girl?” he rasps curling his fingers. My thighs squeeze around his hand as they begin to shake. He starts to slam his fingers into me as I pulse around them digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Benji,” I sob as he continues to pump his fingers.
“You did so good.” he shushes slowly pulling his fingers out and adjusting my panties. I watch him with low lids as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. “Let’s go get another drink.” he grabs my hand and tugs me out of the bathroom.
As he pulls me through the sea of people I swear everyone knows what we just did. I shake that thought out of my head as the loud music drowns out everyone’s conversation around us. We get our drinks and find a booth to enjoy them in. We’re settled off to the side where we can see all of the depravity taking place on the dance floor.
“Let’s prove our fans right.” he watches me as he sips his drink.
“What do you mean?” I tilt my head stirring my drink with the straw.
“Be mine.” he holds his hand out to me. “It’s not just the drinks talking, I’ve wanted you for a while now.” he licks his lips.
“It’s not gunna make it weird?” my voice soft as I start to reach out my hand.
“Nah, we still do the same stuff except I can put my face between your thighs now.” he smiles as I lay my hand in his palm.
“Benji,” I scold looking around.
“I get to fuck you after shows. Gods and when you have that attitude I can bend you over my knees.” he chuckles as I feel my cheeks on fire.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.” my voice small as I nod my head squeezing my legs together.
“I’m gunna-“
“Hey, I’m sorry. We didn’t want to interrupt but like you’re in our favorite band and we wanted to know if we could get a picture?” the girls look nervously from me to Benji.
“No worries!” I jump up from the booth. “We’d love to.” Benji chuckles sliding out of the booth and we take a couple pictures and chat before they leave.
“Let’s go back to the hotel. I need you to myself.” he dips down to my ear sending a shiver to rack through me.
I nod my head and we make it to the sidewalk where he calls for an uber. We share a cigarette leaning against one another. The car stops in front of us and we climb in ready to be alone. His hands tease against my thighs that leave me giggling and gasping. We walk through the lobby and attach to one another once the elevator doors close. His fingers dig into my ass harshly as I whine into his mouth. We pull apart as he tugs me down the hall to our room. The door slams behind us and he pulls me to him.
“I’ve wanted to wreck you since I saw you in my shirt.” he says lowly before gripping at the buttons and pulling it apart.
“Benji,” I gasp as buttons fly around the room.
“It’s my shirt and I don’t care.” he dips down and licks around my cleavage. He pulls the cup of my bra down and incases my peak with his hot mouth. I push my chest into him as his hand comes up to roughly fondle my other breast. He pulls back to look down at my heaving chest and clenched legs.
“Look at you.” he groans palming himself through his pants. “Come.” he holds his hand out and pulls me over to the bed.
He sits on the end of the bed and pulls me over his knees. I look over my shoulder at him as he begins to lift up my skirt. He chuckles as he trails a finger down my clothed slit watching me squirm. His palm lands on my backside and I gasp jolting forward. His other hand is close behind and I whine as it makes contact. He slowly peels my panties down and as he kneads my tender flesh.
“You’re fucking soaked.” his voice like gravel as he shoves two fingers into me.
“Benji,” I arch my back digging my nails into his thigh. He pounds his fingers into me as he brings his other hand down upon my cheeks again. I push my hips back into his fingers as a cry escapes my lips when his thumb finds my bud.
“Doing so good fucking yourself on my fingers.” he curls his fingers and I burst around him crying out his name. He rips my panties the rest of the way off and has me face down on the bed in seconds. His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts them into the air. I mewl as has he swirls his tip around my wetness as I push back into him.
“So impatient.” he chuckles before sliding into me fully.
“Benji please,” I fist the sheets as the air is knocked out of me.
“What do you want, my good girl?” he taunts rolling his hips into mine.
“I need you to move.” I gasp as he pulls out and slams back in. Moans pour from my lips as he sets a brutal pace.
“Taking me so fucking good.” he grunts as my face slides against the sheets. My high starts to coil while his fingers grip my hips. As I begin to pulse around him I feel his hips stutter and he pulls out. He flips me over and lifts my legs up to my chest before sliding back into me.
“Yes, fuck Benji,” I sob as my eyes roll back. With every roll and snap of his hips my high quickly builds. I start to come undone and his hips falter before pouring into me. I shutter as he pulls out and collapses next to me while we slow our panting.
I turn to him and see him finally removing his clothes. I bite my lip as he turns back to me nude and begins to tug off my skirt. He pulls me up while he takes off my shirt and bra and looks down at me with dark eyes and a promising smile.
“I’m not done with you yet.” he scoots between my thighs and I cry out as his lips attach to my sensitive bud.
His tongue lashes against me relentlessly as I arch off the bed. His hand finds my breasts and begins to roll and pinch my nipple. I feel his tongue dips into my center and I buck against his face. His hands make their way to my hips as he grinds me against his nose as I start to come undone.
“Fuck, Benji.” my legs close around his head as he keeps lapping at my wetness. He holds my legs open against the bed as his torturous tongue focuses on my bud. My hands are buried in his hair as I arch of the bed almost screaming as my high washes through me again.
“A very good girl.” he hums placing a soft kiss on my center sending shivers down my body. The soft licks he offers me sends shockwaves through my body as I whimper above him. “You ready for more?” he hums as I feel his hardened length against my leg and nod my head.
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Obsession AU: UPDATED
I promise I didn't forget about this AU- In fact I've been updating it behind the scenes ever since episode 2 released! And now, with proper reference sheets, you now have a better idea of what they look like, and who they are! Alongside the new members!
(5 Facts About Pomni)
-She will never feed human meat to any person. It is THEIR hunt, and therefore if she eats it, it's ALL THEIRS. She'd never give it to others for that very reason
-Their hands are heavily damaged, having MANY scars. Due to this, she will wear as much hand covering as possible, refusing to give any more details on their appearance due to her record
-As if their stalker like obsession with Amanda isn't enough of an issue, she also has a mannequin in their home that she practices dancing with to old songs they like
-She has Hematolagnia- AKA a blood fetish. YES, she has issues if that wasn't already clear enough
-The scars that are on their body are from self-defense attempts from three different victims
(5 Facts About Amanda)
-Her damaged eye is from an incident where a kid hit her with a meat cleaver. Although she thankfully didn't lose her eye, she's 1/3rd blind and legally isn't allowed to drive because of it
-She knows how to cook! Although she does more baking than cooking, she loves to collect cookbooks and learn new recipes of various kinds! Especially ones from outside the United States
-She has scented candles in her home, and her home never smells like the same thing twice
-While she was away from her hometown, the only one that she kept in contact with was her brother, Jackson via text
-Her vitiligo started to pop up when she was 19
(5 Facts About Jackson)
-He is Zoey's roommate
-Jackson was an accidental child unlike his older sister
-He plays violent video games of all kinds. He loves being able to cause blood, death, and chaos without having to go to jail for it
-He likes sour candy a bit too much. Like it's a borderline issue with how much he's willing to pay just for sour candy and the feeling of it numbing his mouth
-Has a habit of stealing and shoplifting, being a bit TOO good at the action. He's gotten in trouble a few times before, but nowadays no one really seems to notice or care
(5 Facts About Grace)
-Grace was born an albino, having the palest skin out of most people in the town along with red eyes and white hair. It's unknown if her being albino was why she was so sickly as a child
-She loves to draw and will constantly have drawing/writing tools with her alongside notebooks or loose paper
-She's in the middle of quite the complicated situation between Amanda and Pomni
-Her most eaten food is soup, stew, and ramen
-She sees Ceaser as a father figure, being the most to visit him and keep him company ever since Quinn went missing. She'll occasionally even sing for him to make him feel better
(5 Facts About Zoey)
-They're very talented on the drums and are willing to be a temporary drummer for a price
-Zoey has a bit of an anger problem, quick to snap and easy to piss off given the topic of discussion. However, they are going to anger management classes to help with it
-Strangling is a common attack it does
-They decorate their prosthetic leg commonly
-VERY much smokes weed and makes edibles. Once tricked Amanda into eating some- and it likes the memory
(5 Facts About Kinger)
-He has a bit of a staring problem, however no one knows why
-He refuses to touch knives of any kind. This was a more recent thing about him, so most people just help him cut things in case he needs any help with it
-Still loves insects, and you can get him to ramble about bugs depending on his mood. He can't help but love em
-He has a nurse help him in his home, however it's not uncommon for Grace, Amanda, or even some of the new outbackers to come back and help him
-Has a daughter, but she moved out of state years ago. They talk occasionally
(5 Facts About Caine)
-He wears a top hat to not only stick to his brand, but also because he's kind of compensating for his height
-He has a small limp to his walk, thus why he constantly has a cane
-Caine's pet is a white pug named Bubble
-Pomni is his favorite customer! He constantly attempts small talk whenever she buys from him because he's always so curious as to why his pigs love her so much
-Although it's undiagnosed, he very much has ADHD and is on the spectrum to some degree
(5 Facts About Marina)
-She was a detective before she even moved into town, however her skills were finally noticed more so thanks to moving there
-She straightens out her hair
-Marina HAS to work in silence or she'll 100% get distracted. Caine's not allowed in her office for that very reason (but he knows)
-She is usually the one to come home late at night and snuggle in with her partner at like 2 in the morning
-Her favorite activity to do is stargazing, finding the night sky to be absolutly beautiful
(5 Facts About Summer)
-She is LOUD. You can and WILL know when she's talking and what she's talking about
-Constantly will ask her sister Marina about Caine. She is VERY wary of him even if Marina keeps telling her to stop
-Never share secrets with her because she IS a gossip girl. She adores to overshare about others and spread rumors just because she finds it fun
-Summer's seen to be a lot better around kids then people closer to her age. Thus why she's a teacher
-Can NOT let go of grudges no matter what
(5 Facts About Gabriela)
-She was the one who came up with the idea of the stripper outfits for her club. It somehow works
-She calls herself the 'Gloink Queen' as a bit of a joke whenever she's on the floor
-Can, will, and HAS flirted with at least half of the adult residence in the town just for the fun of it
-Although she claims to be married, no one has ever met her husband before, and probably never will
-Gabriela is the reason Pomni sees adult based activities as more of a transaction than anything else
(5 Facts About Gareth)
-He has a picture of his mom in his wallet. His mom nicknamed him Gummi at some point, but it's not known why
-He seems bossy, but only around his friends OR when he's upset. He's a lot more chill when one on one
-He has a manual truck that he drives around, but no one is ever impressed by it
-The reason he's good with skinning and cutting up meat is because he helped his dad since his father was a hunter
-His favorite music is country music
(5 Facts About Max)
-He's the one who came up with the idea that him, Gareth, and Chad all wore hats. He somehow convinced them to do so
-He bickers with Jackston a lot because they're both working at the same diner
-Out of the three friends, he's the most likely to flirt with someone, but if they reject him he will respect the fuck out of that
-Constantly forgets how NOT flexible he is as a person, will and has gotten stuck in multiple locations
-Always calls things that almost killed him 'the reaper'. He has also almost died WAY too many times
(5 Facts About Chad)
-He has a super high metabolism, thus why he's so skinny
-Usually carried medication in his fanny pack alongside trail mix and breath mints for some reason
-He's trying SO hard to grow facial hair, but it never cooperates with him like ever
-Chad has a habit of slumping/crouching constantly, and he has back pain as a result
-Is the most likely out of the friend group to be VERY confidently incorrect
(5 Facts About Loo)
-She was born in Britain but moved to the United States for an easier start. Who know it'd lead to being the mayor of a town?
-She's been the mayor for about 5 years by the time Amanda moves back to the town
-She dyes her hair cause she doesn't like the grays that have started to pop up
-She's painfully oblivious to how unhinged the town can be sometimes
-Loo hates being called Penelope unless it's by close friends or family
(5 Facts About Ivy)
-Although she DOES shower, just speaking to them makes you think it doesn't actually shower
-She never thinks before they speak, leading in incredibly horrid things leaving its mouth in common conversation
-Ivy is the only one who actually knows Pomni is a killer, however she finds it very attractive (this is NOT a good thing)
-Their diet consists of purely junk food and as a result it has basically a beer belly
-She has a dark/deep web fanbase, and they simply refer to itself as 'The Influencer' on the web
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If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!
If you want to make your own OC for this AU, here's the blank sheet for it!
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Our Minds Entwined------------------------
ch 1, ch 2, ch 3
Aaron Hotchner x Original Character x Spencer Reid
in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest youngest member
Chapter Two:
Evelyn glided into the BAU office like the first breath of spring, her heels tapping a confident rhythm against the gleaming floor--a drummer setting the beat for a new day. The sun peaked shyly above the horizon, casting a soft glow that seemed to dance with the spark in her eyes. With a tray of meticulously chosen coffee cups cradled in her hands, she was the portrait of preparedness, memorizing everyone's order--or so she thought.
Her arrival was like a ripple in a still pond, drawing the gaze of every agent in the room. They couldn't help but be captivated by the way her hair cascaded in perfect waves, each strand catching the light as if spun from chestnut threads. Her nails, painted a shade of pink, spoke of a meticulous nature, each tip polished to a flawless finish. The air shifted around her, sweetened by the subtle hint of vanilla that trailed in her wake. She moved with a grace that belied the steel in her spine.
"Good morning, everyone!" Evelyn chirps, her voice a cheerful melody that fills the BAU conference room. She flutters to the table, her movements light. "Your caffeine fix, courtesy of the new girl," she announced with a wink, her words wrapped in warmth.
Each cup finds its way into the hands of colleagues, a personal touch from the newest member. Hotchner's eyebrow arches in silent question as he brings the cup to his lips, the familiar comfort of his morning ritual poised at the edge of disruption.
The first sip is a surprise, a cascade of caramel where stark bitterness usually resides. "This is... different," he remarks, the dryness of his tone belting out a hint of amusement that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Yet, in the curve of his mouth, there's a shadow of a smile, a rare crack in the facade of the ever-serious unit chief.
Reid's curiosity piqued as he approached his coffee with caution. The liquid was dark and unadulterated, a stark contrast to the usual sugary coffee. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, a silent nod to Evelyn's thoughtful gesture. "Actually, this is exactly how I like it," he said, the lie as transparent as glass, accompanied by an awkward sweep of his hand through his hair. "Thank you, Evelyn."
The room fills with soft laughter. It was a rare sound, one that seemed to wrap around the room like a comforting blanket. Rossi, who had just walked in, couldn't but chuckle as he reached for his expresso, served just the way he liked it.
"You'll fit right in, kid," Rossi said, his voice rich with approval as he gave Evelyn a gentle pat on the shoulder.
Evelyn's cheeks flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and delight, a rosy hue that matched the sunrise peeking through the blinds. "I'll get it right next time, promise," she chirped, her voice a tender mix of hope and humility.
As the room settled into the rhythm of the morning briefing, Evelyn found herself perched next to Reid, her pulse dancing to a nervous beat. "So, I heard you're going to be my mentor," she blurted out, her words tumbling faster than her mind could keep up. "I'm really looking forward to learning from you, Dr. Reid. I mean, your analysis on the last case was just--wow!"
Reid's gaze lingered on her, a silent enigma before his lips curled into a smile that could put the stars to shame. "I'm looking forward to working with you too, Evelyn. And please, call me Spencer."
The name rolled off her tongue, a sweet note in her mouth. "Spencer," she echoed, savoring the familiarity it promised. A shadow of a memory flickered--the bar incident--and her smile wavered, a ripple of uncertainty. Had he heard what she said that night? She prayed not.
The conference room, usually a crucible of tension and intellect, shifted into a training exercise as Hotchner laid out the case before Evelyn. "Evelyn, we have a mock case for you," he declared, his voice a beacon of authority. "We need a profile for a suspect based on the evidence provided. Let's see what you've got."
Evelyn stood, her notes clutched in her hands like a shield, her smile a bright flag of enthusiasm. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice ringing with the clear tones of determination. "Okay, based on the behavioral patterns and crime scene photos, I'd say our suspect is a male in his late thirties, likely works in a managerial position--someone who's used to being in control."
From the sidelines, Reid observed, his mentor's eyes sharp yet encouraging. As Evelyn unfolded her thoughts, he found himself quietly impressed by the clarity of her intuition and solidity of her logic. She was a natural, her talent shining through like a lighthouse in the fog.
"Also," Evelyn pressed on, her confidence swelling, "he's meticulous, organized. The way the scene is arranged, it's almost ritualistic. This isn't his first rodeo."
Hotchner absorbed her words, his face a mask of neutrality. When she concluded, he gave a slow nod. "Impressive, Evelyn. Very thorough analysis."
Reid leaned in, his gaze locking with Evelyn's. "You're right about the control aspect," he offered softly, his voice a harmonious contrast to Hotchner's commanding tone. "But consider this--the suspect might also crave recognition. The 'ritualistic' aspect could be a signature, a way to stand out."
Evelyn's eyes stayed on Reid; her respect evident. "That's a really good point, thank you, Dr. Reid--Spencer," she corrected, a blush coloring her cheeks.
A hush fell over the room, all eyes drawn to the pair. Then, like a burst of sunlight through clouds, Garcia tumbled into the room, her arms laden with case files and her attire a splash of color. "Sorry, I'm late, traffic was a nightmare!" she announced, but her tone softened as she caught sight of Evelyn. "Oh, you're doing the mock case today! You go, girl!"
Evelyn's smile returned, buoyed by Garcia's infectious cheer. The room came alive with a fresh vigor, the team converging to weave their insights on Evelyn's building profile.
As the discussion continues, Spencer leaned in, his voice a low murmur meant only for Evelyn. "You have a good instinct for this," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with pride.
The moment shattered as JJ burst through the door, her breaths quick and sharp, cutting through the quiet. "Sorry to interrupt," she gasped, "But we've got a situation. The 'Charleston Choker'--he's active again."
A heavy silence fell, the team's focus coalescing into a sharp point. Hotchner's nod was silent, a nonverbal command that set the wheels in motion. "Go ahead, JJ."
With a sense of solemnity, JJ unfurled the folder, her fingers tracing the outline of a lily in a crime scene photo. "Two hours ago, a jogger found a body in the woods outside of Charleston. Strangulation, posed, and..." Her voice faltered, the weight of the words heavy on her tongue, "...a lily placed in the victim's hands."
Reid's mind was a whirl with patterns and profiles, his thoughts racing ahead. "That's the third this month. The escalation is consistent with his pattern."
Evelyn's response with a bright flame of determination, tinged with a concern of the uninitiated. "What's our timeline looking like? How fast is he moving now?"
"Faster," JJ returned, her gaze locking with Evelyn's, a silent exchange of resolve. "Days instead of weeks."
Garcia chimed in from her nest of monitors, "And I just cross-referenced florists in the area. There's a purchase that stands out--cash, large quantities. It could be our guy."
Evelyn's eyes shone, the thrill of her first case igniting a spark within. "That's something! Can we get a location?"
Reid's smile was tinged with pride and a hint of concern. "We can, and we will. But we need to be careful. This unsub is cautious; he's been evading us for a reason."
Hotchner rose, his very stance a commandment. "Wheels up in 30. JJ, brief us on the way. Garcia, send everything you have to the tablets."
The team began to mobilize, the urgency palpable. As they walked out, Evelyn turned to Reid, her voice a mix of excitement and naivety. "This is it, huh? The real deal?"
Reid nodded, the protective edge in his voice unmistakable. "It is. And remember, it's not about just catching him--it's about saving the next potential victim."
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Evelyn's first step onto the BAU jet was like stepping into another world--one where the grim realities of their job were momentarily eclipsed by the sheer luxury of federal funding. The plush leather seats, the soft hum of the engines, it was all so... cinematic.
As she settled into the seat beside Hotchner, the reality of her situation began to sink in. She was here, really here, on the jet she'd seen countless times from her father, now filled with the tangible presence of her new colleagues--legends in their own right. And then there was Hotchner, the epitome of stoic leadership, his profile as he reviewed case files was a study in concentration. Evelyn couldn't help but steal glances, each one leaving her more awestruck than the last.
Hothcner's brow raised as his focus stayed on the case file. "Something on your mind, Evelyn?" he inquired, his voice steady.
Evelyn's cheeks were a canvas of emotion, painted with the embarrassment of being caught ogling as she averted her eyes. "Just... taking it all in. It's a lot to process," she said, her voice a whisper of excitement against the backdrop of her new reality.
A smile, rare and fleeting, graced Hotchner's lips. "It can be overwhelming at first," he acknowledged, his words a gentle nudge of encouragement.
The jet engines roared to life, and as they ascended, Evelyn felt the weight of her new reality. She was flying high, both literally and metaphorically on the wings of her dreams and the gravity of their mission. The juxtaposition was dizzying.
JJ commanded the room from the head of the plane, her laser pointer a wand of urgency as she traced the geography of the investigation. "This is where the last body was found," she intoned, each word heavy with the gravity of their task. "And here, and here. All within a ten-mile radius."
Morgan's posture was that of a statue, contemplative and still. "He's got a comfort zone. He's not taking any chances, staying close to what he knows," he mused, his thoughts a fortress around the profile they were building.
"Which means he's likely a local. Someone who blends in, who wouldn't raise suspicion," Reid contributes, his voice a sound of reason.
Evelyn observed with the intensity of a hawk. Her notes were a flurry of ink and paper, a physical manifestation of her fervor to contribute.
"So, we're looking for a needle in a haystack, but at least we know which haystack," she offered, her optimism a beacon in the fog of uncertainty.
Garcia's voice, a familiar melody, filled the space from the screen. "And I'm sifting through it as we speak, my doves. I'll find that needle," she promised, her determination a tangible force even through the digital divide.
Hotchner's nod was a silent decree, a sign of approval and command. "Good. Keep us updated, Garcia," he directed.
The team continues to brainstorm, throwing out theories and ideas. Evelyn sat amidst the seasoned agents; her eyes wide with a childlike wonder. Her enthusiasm was infectious, a palpable energy that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her heartbeat--fast, eager, alive. Hotchner watched her, his gaze the steady flame in her excitement.
There was a softness there, a rare glimpse of approval that softened the hard lines of his face. He saw in her the spark that had once driven him, the unquenchable thirst for justice that was the lifeblood of their work.
Evelyn's idea cut through the hum of the plane's descent. "What if we set up a roadblock? Check vehicles coming in and out of the area?" Her voice a symphony of eagerness.
Rossi smirks at her words. "Not a bad idea for a rookie," he mused, his words a gentle tease wrapped in the velvet of experience.
As the plane continues to descend, the team starts to pack up their gear. Hotchner remained seated, his gaze anchoring Evelyn in place.
"Listen, Evelyn," he said, his tone even, "I know this is exciting for you, your first real case. But remember, this job... it can take a lot out of you. It can change you."
Evelyn nodded, her shine not dimming. "I know. But I'm ready."
Hotchner's expression softened just a touch. "Just don't lose that optimism. It's rare in this line of work, and it's... refreshing."
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JAZZ NIGHT. draconia & ashengrotto
Sypnosis: Monstro Lounge was hosting a new event! "Jazz Night" where the ramshackle prefect herself was rumoured to perform. Boys flocked to the lounge in droves, eager to hear her sing. Though, it seems that her performance has touched a special someone.
Character/s: Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia x Fem! Lounge Singer! Reader
Tags: Fluff! Established relationship, Lilia plays the guitar, Azul is so in love with you he nearly faints, The tweels bully tease shy Azul, Malleus holds so much love for you awee, Bitter Sebek, A bit of possessive Mal?
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Tonight, Monstro Lounge was jam-packed with customers. They were all scurrying around the place like lost guppies while looking for open tables.
Warm, vibrant lights illuminated the aquariums, filled with all types of unique vibrant fish. The massive tanks encircled a sizable stage which was outfitted with magnificent decorations and a live band.
A unique promotional night was being hosted. "Jazz Night," a special occasion that the prefect of Ramshackle introduced.
Though the strange 'earth' event wasn't what really drew the massive crowds in. Their curiosity was focused on something else. It was the fact that the prefect herself was going to be performing.
Once that news got out, people practically stormed the lounge, nearly shattering the glass doors and windows down. It was a whole tsunami of students willing to spend their entire life savings just to hear the girl sing. Azul was swimming in money, the happiest he'd ever been in his life.
It took an hour but with everyone finally settled down, the lights dimmed and the live band started playing. All that was left was for the star of the show to come out.
A.A| AZUL ASHENGROTTO:
The velvet folds of red drape curtains parted and you cautiously stepped out, clutching the long skirt of your dress securely in your hands. You were dressed to the nines in a dazzling purple evening gown paired with matching shell earrings; the costly ensemble entirely paid for by Azul.
The crowd cheered as you took your seat up front the stage, blinding spotlight illuminating your form. Amidst the crowd of teenage boys, you scoured the area for a certain trio of mer-men.
Azul was seated in the far back with both Jade and Floyd beside him. He was tense and frozen stiff; much like the stash of popsicles Floyd kept hidden deep in Octavinelle's fridge.
You noticed how his face was dusted in a pink flush as both Floyd and Jade whispered in his ear, identical devilish grins plastered onto their faces. Azul burned a deeper red with each passing comment, eventually taking solace in burying his face into his hands.
'They're toying with him again…' You sighed at their antics, a wistful smile on your face.
So caught up with watching the trio, you nearly missed the drummer's cue for you to begin. You took a deep breath and adjusted the microphone to your liking. The crowd appeared to blend together, packed with the eager faces of boys looking directly at you.
Fluttering your lashes, you cast a glance at Azul, smiling, as you slid your fingers up the microphone stand. "You had plenty money in nineteen-forty-one. You lost it all, and then where'd you run? Why don't you do right like some other men do?"
The octo-mer knew he got embarrassingly soft around you. Even now, the only reaction he can muster in response to your singing is awe.
"You sittin' down wondering what it's all about. If you ain't got no money, they will put you out." The aquarium lights cast a delicate lilac glow on your skin, accentuating your delicate features. Lovely honeyed singing overflowing from your glossy red lips.
Azul's voice was caught in his throat, almost as if you had a tight grip on his neck, wringing it firmly to constrain his breathing and leave him gasping for air like a fish out of water. His head swirls as he shakily exhales, feeling so lightheaded, he was on the verge of passing out.
"If you had prepared 20 years ago, you wouldn't be wandering now from door to door. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do~?" There was a sickeningly sweet smile on your face as you sneaked glances towards him, fixing him with the affectionate gaze he always felt undeserving of.
"Heh heh, her choice of song seems to be intentional." Jade noted, a smirk on his face as he examined Azul's dazed state.
"Eugh, Jade- He's so down bad." Floyd squinted his eyes, slowly digging his finger into the flesh of Azul's cheek. The octo-mer had no reaction.
He continued to poke his boss' cheek, but there was still no response. Azul stayed still, a sappy, cheesy look on his face that made Floyd gag.
"Why don't you do right? Like some other men…do~?" You sang, drawing out the final words as the song came to an end.
Your face was flushed with delight as the audience applauded, a mix of shouts and whistles ringing out through the entire lounge.
Azul, who is only dimly aware of the scorching hot blush on his skin, knows that these feelings will linger with him throughout the day and into the night. Still, he went on, slack-jawedly looking at you in a lovesick stupor.
M.D | MALLEUS DRACONIA:
One of the guitarists on stage was none other than the old bat from Diasomnia. Earning his spot after he twisted Azul's arm into letting him join the performance. There was no way Lilia was going to pass up an opportunity like this.
He peered around the room for a certain dragon, scouring the crowds of people squeezed into the cafe. As soon as he spotted Malleus, he grinned wryly. "Oh, Malleus dear, you're going to love this."
Lilia could never forget the look of astonishment on Malleus' face when Azul handed him the invitation, he looked like a golden retriever being presented with a bone; it was adorable.
The fae was ecstatic to be invited to an important occasion, given how uncommon it was for anybody to contact him. The added notion that he would be able to witness you perform made him practically tremble in excitement.
"There are a lot more people here than I thought." Malleus muttered, examining the invitation in his palm.
"It seems that they're curious to hear the human's voice, young master!" Sebek exclaimed, arms crossed across his chest as he smirked. "I doubt their singing could reach your standards!"
"Don't be mean Sebek…" Silver drawled, slumping against the plush sofa, fervently fighting to stay awake. His eyes flitted over to the stage, seeing the lights dim as a spotlight appeared. "Oh? Is it starting?"
Malleus jerked his head up to see you emerge from the velvet curtains, dressed in a body-hugging black evening gown. He glowed with pride when he saw the necklace he gifted you proudly sitting atop your neck, its green gem glimmering beneath the lounge's lavender lights.
Once you neared the front of the stage, you eagerly waved at him, and he chuckled before returning the gesture. After eyeing your interactions, Lilia struck a few notes on his guitar, the rest of the band following suit.
"Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'~" Malleus beams as you turn to him and smile, seeing the way his eyes crinkle in mirth while missing the way Sebek rolls his eyes at the loving gesture.
"Birds singin' in the sycamore trees. Dream a little dream of me. Say 'Night-ie night' and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me." You sang, eyes fluttering close before you opened them to peek at Malleus.
"While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me~" Honey-saccharine, sweet yearning, driven by his affections for you, pours from Malleus' eyes.
In truth, his gaze was overwhelming, the amount of love he was able to convey in a single glance astounded you. It's the kind of love that you wished to cherish for all eternity—one that is as exquisitely as sweet and lovely as the fresh roses in a garden.
"Stars fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kiss." Malleus finds himself longing for your undivided affection and your entrancing voice. He's fed up with the crowds surrounding you and wishes to be alone in your company, to experience the pleasure of being the only one who can hear your voice.
Still, he allows you to continue your little performance, loving the way you looked so carefree as you swayed to the beat of the music, losing yourself in the song.
"But in your dreams, whatever they be…dream a little dream of me~"
"I'm going to bash someone's head in." Floyd snarled, plopping down onto a bar stool. He's been shoving people down chairs for the past 5 hours but they still kept on coming.
"Azul~! Why is the entire school here?! No way I'm gonna serve all these people!" He whined, smashing his face down the bar table and banging his fists.
"I already told you. It's because of our new event." Azul said, bringing out his laptop and displaying a document outlining the night's financial numbers.
"Incredible—! I increased the price by 20 times what we normally charge, and people keep coming! I didn't expect the prefect to bring in this much profit!" Azul exclaimed as he typed furiously on his laptop, a giddy smile on his face. Floyd lifted his head off the counter and gawked at the octopus.
"There are more coming?!"
A/N: This was a request! Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated and really motivating on my end!
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