#i was tempted to add c. I will date him but

[bugeyedfreaks]

[whoseyscientist]

BEST BATMAN FICS I’VE READ 3 BRUCE WAYNE FOCUSED

Hihoo Here’s some more crazy good batman fics with a particular focus on the sad angsty man in the bat suit because I love him so! Mix of gen/batfam and shipping stuff cause I just wish him well in life c:

As I was making this list I realised alot of them were one-shots huh the more you know- mix of mainly one-shots and the occasional epic lengths lol

= General/ Batfam =

Nominal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8613352

Don't ask why Batman is sad unless you're willing to give him the time to consult his spreadsheet.

(legitimately?? funniest batman fic I’ve ever read, one-shot) 

The Jason Project

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19899613

Jason had just wanted to see his autopsy report, he had only wanted to know what information Bruce had about his death. And when Bruce hadn't given it to him, he had stolen it. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the bucket list of a dead child and the footage of a grieving father crossing one item after another off the list.

(^ short, sweet and very emotional)

More Precious Than Gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273611/chapters/30371190

Most dragons sleep on their hoards.

Bruce's hoard sleeps on him.

Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.

(so, so goddamn cute, two shot)

Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19002637/chapters/45125308

Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth.

Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. Yes, even Damian.

(Unfinished but still so very funny, crazy good fic)

dad time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20434550

five times the justice league misinterpreted batman's actions + one time they absolutely did not

(Bruce just proudly showing off his kids in League business is so canon lmao, one shot, also this author in general has some quality batfam content legit)

Cingulomania (Sometimes, Dad Needs a Hug)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29690424#main

‘Right,’ Tim said, in the voice he used on missions, ‘we’re going to have to call in an expert.’ * ‘Hey guys!’ Dick said, voice slightly crackly over Tim’s phone speakers. ‘What’s up? I’m not supposed to visit until tomorrow - is something wrong?’ - Something is seriously not right with Bruce. They’re a family of detectives and no one can figure it out. It’s kind of embarrassing.

They’re all starting to get worried. - (Sometimes, Bruce needs a hug.)

(^ Feeding my bruce is touch starved agenda quite nicely, one shot)

A Hero Lost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358904/chapters/101096682#workskin

When Jason Todd died on that fateful April day, Bruce was tempted to just... stop. To let the world know he was Batman, and that it'd just lost a hero in Jason Todd.

And so he did.

It didn't keep him from mourning the death of his son.

Or: Bruce quits being Batman in the wake of Jason's death, tells the world who he is, then retires to Montana and slowly finds healing. And when Jason comes back to life six months later, and Talia tells him 'you remain unavenged,' he can't find any evidence to support that, so he goes home.

(^ Truly, truly beautiful, it’s a short read but very much worth it)

In For a Pound Series

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17558375/chapters/41378861

25 is too young to be a Dad. That's what Bruce thought when Talia dropped off this baby she claimed was his. Add to that a jealous 11-year-old Dick, and Bruce has his hands full. What does one even do with a baby? Why does this baby scowl so much? And when on earth is Talia coming back?

(^ Very good series with some very fun batfam shenanigans)

Matches

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8074405

What in the hell kind of name for an alias is Matches?

(one-shot, silly, very funny dialogue- bruce is so awkwardly charming I love it)

= Shipping =

Whoever Falls First

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7679041

"There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot."

aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.

(have I recommended this before? I can’t remember, either way it’s immaculately written, superbat one-shot)

pull out the pin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42361755

Revulsion curled in Clark’s gut, instinctual and sudden. He knew, without knowing how, that the creature wearing Bruce’s face was not Bruce.

“Oh boy,” Not-Bruce cracked its neck, turning its grin on the rest of the group, “You do not want to be in this head, let me tell you.”

(superbat and sooo good, also do yourself a favour and just read all of this authors stuff, its always a banger)

Dilectus Meus Mihi...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/301669/chapters/482974

Clark Kent has lost all his memories of being Superman, and Bruce Wayne must retrain him in the use of his powers. But his super-powered identity isn't all he's forgotten...

(two shot, fun and sweet, just superbat falling in love again <3)

my body is an orphanage (we take everyone in)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12683415

He can stand in a room with the League members and receive surreptitious glances from each one of them individually, each one of them trying to communicate with the intensity of their eyes some sort of camaraderie with Bruce, us against the world, which would be funny, would be far less bitter and ironic, if he wasn’t so desperate to affirm with each of them in turn, yes, you are my friend, for better or for worse.

So he lets them have sex with him because it seems like that means a lot to them.

(^ ace bruce!- incredibly bittersweet with a very sweet ending, poor bruce man :c)

ship-to-ship combat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39666915/chapters/99302841

"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.

Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

(^ i really just assume everyones already heard of this one cause it’s just- really well written but its superbat and bruceman(LOL) it’s un-finished but hilarious and surprisingly real and emotional)

as to which may be the true

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7880368/chapters/17998981#main

It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face.

(I love post resurrection content it’s so good, superbat)

Nine Tenths

https://archiveofourown.org/works/426785

In which the man who's faster than a speeding bullet is pretty slow on the uptake. Bruce corrects this problem the only way he knows how: by being smarter than the average bat. Stark is more than willing to lend a hand.

(this is so cute, gotta love some jealous superbat, also Clark being the one that hates a random hero for literally no reason is fucking hilarious I love it everytime lol)

Remembering Normal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11494842/chapters/25786338

Hal Jordan is a totally normal alpha, and definitely NOT gay. At all. Like, even a little. Except there was this once. . .

(steamyy, this author has such an insane grasp on bruce and hal as characters its actually insane, their lvl of dialogue is something I aspire for, batlantern)

Late Night Talks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34941634

Two-face's new partner looks a lot like Bruce Wayne. Surely that doesn't mean anything...

(Twobat, oneshot and the first introduction I’ve ever had to two face/matches malone)

[ystrike1]

The End of You - By st.mayhemm (8/10)

Violent kingpins pop up occasionally when you look for yanderes. Most of them are not good. I understand that the romance genre has its limits, but I hate "cute" gangster guys. If you're going to do a romance that involves a kingpin, be honest. Add the evil. Add the blood. This author does it right and their work is available for free on Canvas.

Ms. Clover is a singer in a shitty establishment. She's the star there. She is known as a sexual, promiscuous tease. Everybody knows she's a beast in the bedroom, but behind the curtain she rejects her horny fans. In fact, she thinks all of the lusty lovers at her door are losers that can't take "no" for an answer. She's tired of dealing with pushy men (and women).

Her sexy persona makes money, so she has to roll with it. The Kingpin comes to watch her show, and he immediately dumps his girlfriend after he sees her up close. She is exactly what he wants. Ok. Here is my major problem with this story. It's great. The art has a dark feel and its also pretty at the same time. It's all about POC characters and that's a nice change of pace. Kingpin is incredibly unique compared to most of the yanderes I know.

But!

I'm sorry but there is a big but.

The dialogue is sometimes cringe. I'm sorry! Most of the time it is also good but a couple of the scenes with Clover and Kingpin are boring. If you don't know what purple prose is google it. I can tell that they're supposed to be flirting but it sounds unnatural. You will notice these scenes if you read this, but the rest of the experience is fantastic. They are still believable as a couple. The tension is palatable. Clover tries to hold back in the beginning because she knows who he is, but she likes what she sees.

Kingpin pretends to be a gentleman. He investigated Clover. He knows what she wants. She wants a real man that knows how to romance a woman. She isn't a silly girl that can be won over by cash. She expects commitment and respect. Kingpin does respect her...too much. He murders everyone who saw her sing the night he fell in love with her. He did it out of pure jealousy. His employees are actually surprised when he doesn't demand another massacre.

He's only cool and sauve on the outside. This is how he sees people who are beneath him. He looks down on drug addicts. He kills people who piss him off, and he thinks he's superior to other men. His ego is huge, but he's smart enough to hide that from Clover. He shows her his good side. The mass murder was a one time thing. He doesn't order his men to kill her fans again. He holds back because he doesn't want the trail of blood behind him to get too long.

Clover leads a hard life. She's got roomates. Singing is the only profitable job she can get. Her life isn't glamorous off stage. Some of the Kingpins minions don't think she's good enough for him. He shuts them up of course, but there's a huge power imbalance between them. If Clover doesn't fall for Kingpins lies I'm afraid that he'll kidnap her.

His act is working. He knows how to cover his tracks. Ronnie is Clovers manager. He dies after he grabs her. Why was he grabbing her? He was trying to force her to work on her day off. That was the norm for her, but now she has the Kingpins protection. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want her to be a singer anymore. He's trying to lure her into the coveted, dangerous spoiled girlfriend position. I think he wants to marry her, but he did drop his last girlfriend like she was hot garbage when he was done with her. I don't trust the Kingpin, and we don't know why he's so obsessed with her yet. Sure, she's beautiful but is that all it takes? Does the Kingpin tear up the city every time he sees a pretty woman? We're not that deep into the story, but I hope he's yandere and crazy, not just crazy.

He is a good manipulator. He buys a yacht and he takes Clover out on an extravagant first date. There's a piano, a chef, and a chandelier. It's tempting, but the Kingpins men are clearly all terrified of him. Local business owners sweat buckets when he enters. He's a renowned fighter and he's good with a gun. He's also rich enough to bribe anyone. Clover knows about his reputation, but his goody goody act is so convincing.

He gives her a necklace that matches her outfit. He makes oatmeal for her, but he fails, because he can't cook. He acts goofy around her sometimes, and he's handsome. I agree but small warning. This author draws faces really well, but his muscles are too big. I'm sorry! He looks like he can't even sit down. If you're into muscles you'll love that, but yeah. Fair warning.

They have sex. Clover is interested in being his girlfriend. Kingpins servants start following her around. He turns up the charm even more. She doesn't know that men have died for the crime of looking at her. Her shitty manager is dead, so she doesn't have a job, and she doesn't know that either. I hope this gets really dramatic.

[liaromancewriter]

Do you think it would be somehow inappropriate if Ethan had a mentee in the same capacity MC was to him in book 1, once he and Cassie are dating/married? I.e. An intern who he'd prefer to work all the time, long nights, ordering food, even meeting somewhere else, etc. Completely platonic because he’s whipped for Cassie of course, but same dynamic. If yes, would that make their (E/C) professional relationship in book 1 inappropriate too? From a professional perspective.

I find this question fascinating because I'm not sure I agree with the underlying assumption. Was their professional relationship truly inappropriate if you don't romance Ethan? I don't think it was.

I did a replay once before book 3 came out where I chose not to romance anyone. My MC's (not Cassie) relationship with Ethan was purely mentor-mentee / colleague. Separate rooms in Miami, no kiss, no opera, no taking options that add romance points.

And likewise in book 2, since no romance carries forward from book 1, there's no reset. They're friends and MC supports Ethan with his mom, but the line between them is clearly drawn: no poison night or ski lodge confessions. If you consider all that, then their professional relationship was above board. It's MC and their choices that have the power to change the dynamic, not Ethan.

Therefore, I think Ethan is capable of having another mentor-mentee relationship and let it remain professional. Cassie was not his first mentee, and I don't think she will be his last (I might have said something contrary in a previous ask, so please excuse any inconsistency). The man's a born teacher.

In my hc, he finds a way to stay connected to patients and have his own (albeit in a limited capacity) after becoming Chief. He's also responsible for physician training and the residency program (attracting the best talent to Edenbrook). As such, if there was another resident that had the potential to become great, Ethan might be tempted to take them under his wing.

Cassie would be perfectly fine with the situation because she trusts him completely, and she's been the recipient of his mentoring. She knows how much a young resident could benefit from that. Medicine is also not a 9-5 job, so long nights are par the course.

From Ethan's perspective, he and Cassie are a team. If he decides to mentor someone, he would want her involved in some way. He truly believes that young residents have more to learn from her; her perspective on the business side of medicine is particularly invaluable and represents the future.

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[foundmywei]

Iwaoi Fanfic Recs

Here are my favorite iwaoi fics! I haven't read any in a while and I unfortunately didn't start making this list back in the old days when I read more but I do have plenty of them saved. (I know some of them are classics but I couldn't not include them) Enjoy!

Masterpost

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu (chanyeol)

(66,307 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 3/3)

post-anime-canon

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

we shine like diamonds by whitemiists

(26,733 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant

Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the wordfuckand then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is...gay."

Six-Month Lover by afuzzyowl

(89,000 words | Explicit | Chapters: 17/17)

post-anime-canon

Iwaizumi barks out a laugh. “I’m still trying to get over the fact that you made a PowerPoint presentation about why we should date.” Oikawa doesn’t tell him the file has existed for the last twelve years, constantly receives updates, and that the original copy contained almost a hundred slides before he forced himself to get a grip.

Moments in Oikawa’s journey to win over his best friend’s love: the sad, the happy, and everything in between.

Not Quite What You Planned by MellowWrites

(42,990 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 17/17)

kinda-soulmate AU

It seemed pretty simple and it made sense to those who bought it, but the actual science behind it was complicated and far too lengthy to comprehend. But the point of the TiMER was simple - a digital clock that would count down to the exact day you met your soulmate.

That was the ideal romantic future Tooru had grown up with.

you're looking like you fell in love tonight by anyadisee

(34,930 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

college AU, fake dating

“So, let me see if I understood this correctly,” Hajime says, slow and careful like he’s still waiting for some kind of punchline. “You want me to help Oikawa Tooru, a guy I barely know, because your boyfriend owes him a favor?”

“And you owe me a favor,” Hanamaki adds helpfully.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Sure it does.” Hanamaki’s smile widens. “Issei and I are practically the same person by now, anyway, so whatever favor you owe me, you also owe him. And by repaying me, you are repaying him, and in turn he is repaying Oikawa. Think of it as, like, the transitive property of equality. A equals B equals C. A equals C.”

“I know what the transitive property of equality is,” Hajime snaps.

[in which iwaizumi pretends to be oikawa's boyfriend.]

darlin', your head's not right by aruariandance

(13,658 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

post-anime-canon

“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

“I was thinking our Aoba johsai colors to go for more, you know, softer tones? Besides, I’ve always looked great in that sea foam green color. Oh, and I guess you look decent in it, too.” He grins, saccharine sweet, and Iwaizumi has never been so tempted to knock one of his perfect pearly white teeth right out of his stupid mouth."

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

but you'd be so fun to date by fliick

(11,709 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

college AU, fake dating

“It’d just be for tomorrow,” Tooru explains rapidly, “You just have to, like, hold my hand for a while or something. Nothing big.” Iwa huffs with poorly measured aggravation, “I’m not gonna pretend to be your boyfriend, Oikawa. What the hell even happened for you to say something like that?”

closure by thelittlebirdthattoldyou

(21,999 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 4/4)

post-anime-canon

"Iwaizumi," Wakatoshi says. "You love him." Oikawa freezes. “Hm? Don't be stupid, Ushiwaka-chan.” “It is not my place to intrude into your personal relationships -“ “It really isn’t,” Oikawa agrees.

In his first year of university, Oikawa builds a new friendship and upgrades an old one.

Or: Ushijima is not a great wingman, but he tries his best.

Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad) by sunsmasher

(19,309 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

post-anime-canon

It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.

He has, however, sent Iwaizumi tickets for the 2024 Los Angeles Summer Games.

“So go,” says Matsukawa's voice. “It’s only a few weeks. You’ve got a whole city to hide in if it gets awkward, and if it doesn’t get awkward, well…” It’s like watching the future reconfigure, like being in high school again, watching team after team fall to Oikawa’s faultless planning and shameless charm. “I’ll get to watch a whole lot of volleyball,” Hajime says, and resigns himself to fate and/or Oikawa Tooru. “Hey, when you get there, can you bag a gymnast for me?” Hanamaki asks, and Matsukawa squawks.

Catalyst by Jya, ShatteredEpiphany

(11,175 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant, set in high-school

To Oikawa, being injured is the worst possible fate imaginable. To Iwaizumi looking after his best friend is something he can't imagine his life without. They never expected it to act as a catalyst for what they want the most in this world, nor did they expect that their dreams reflected each other's.

// takes place before the Karasuno/Seijoh practice match

When You Wish Upon a Star by emerald1963

(31,975 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 8/8)

bodyswap AU

Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault.

Oikawa blames the aliens.

The Iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves.

five minutes west of irvine by birdcat

(20,371 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 2/2)

canon-compliant-ish, 2021 olympics

Or maybe it’s just the Argentinian national team shirt. In the dim, the blue could be mistaken for Seijou teal. Or the cobalt of Kitagawa Daiichi. Maybe that’s Oikawa’s cosmic trajectory, Hajime thinks—forever graduating from one shade of blue into the next.

In which Oikawa returns to Tokyo for the Olympics. In which it's been a while. In which the reunion is clumsy.

Shiver by Yuu_chi

(16,703 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon-compliant/high school & post-anime-canon

Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

10 ways iwaizumi hajime has said i love you by daisugass

(15,894 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant, set in high-school

I love you's come in actions, not words.

static by blessings

(6,452 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant, set in high-school

Sometimes Hajime wonders if Oikawa sees the same things he does when he looks out over their neighborhood (right now it’s two kids kicking up pebbles on their bikes, lugging backpacks filled with walkie-talkies and water bottles and alien scanners, not sure if they’re heading down to the forest or up to the river but positive that they’ll get there together). Back then he and Oikawa saw the same thing when they looked down the road – a straight shot to another adventure, if they just pedaled fast enough. Sometimes Hajime worries they stopped seeing the same thing a while ago and he never noticed.

Being snowed in with all of Seijou volleyball in his childhood home brings back a lot of memories for Iwaizumi, because it's kinda Oikawa's childhood home too.

make a bet, keep a promise by raewrites

(13,988 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant, childhood to post-anime-canon

Sometimes, in still moments, Iwaizumi wonders why out of all the people on earth he ended up with Oikawa Tooru. Why it’s his face that lingers on his fading conscious in the last moments before he falls asleep, in the first blurry seconds upon waking up again. Why when he looks to his side, he expects Oikawa to be there in the same way he expects to see five fingers on both hands, a natural extension of himself, ever present.

Why he can’t imagine a future without Oikawa in it.

It begins with a bet made between the two boys in the mid-summer of their eighth year. It starts with volleyball, but like with most things involving Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime, things are never quite that simple.

given by dialsoap

(15,705 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant, time-skip, Argentina

Iwaizumi spends the spring break of his senior year of college visiting Oikawa in Argentina. It's the first time they've seen each other in person in ages. They sightsee, eat, sit around, bask in one other's company, talk about their futures...

They've known each other their whole lives and they've been away from home long enough that it's not quite clear where home is. This fic is about loving someone a world away and how that distance doesn't mean you love them any less. Maybe it makes the heart grow fonder, maybe it makes you grow up?

most people never even get a single high school rival by sulfate

(5,217 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

canon compliant, olympics

“Iwaizumi Hajime,” Santiago sounds out. Those damn telescope eyes. “Huh. I thought his name was Iwachan?” “Is it the wrong guy?” Mateo narrows his eyes. “No, that’s definitely him, that’s the dude from Tooru’s homescreen… is it?” “Only one way to find out!” Santiago says cheerfully.

Team Argentina gets to know Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) by ricekrispyjoints

(27,639 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

post-anime-canon

"I'm not healing like I should be."

In his second year of university, physical therapy just isn't cutting it. Oikawa's knee is getting worse, and he can't hide it anymore.

Or: the light angst, project-your-own-life-experiences-on-Oikawa knee surgery fic you didn't know you wanted.

How to deal with an emotionally stunted best friend by Iwaizumi Hajime by flaminpumpkin

(14,778 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

post-anime-canon

Iwaizumi Hajime wasn't expecting his relationship with his bestfriend to change a lot when he left for an exchange program. After all they went through, what could a bunch of kilometers do?

Oh, how wrong was he to think that.

body language by solyn

(13,917 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

oikawa and atsumu bodyswap, +sakuatsu

Atsumu leans closer, strokes over the planes of his pretty boy face, does a 360 twirl in the mirror just to confirm. Yep, still Oikawa, although he can’t possibly imagine why.

Miya Atsumu and Oikawa Tooru swap bodies. There's one giant problem, though: they've never met.

Fernweh by oikawashoyo

(19,633 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 2/2)

canon universe, set after high school

Argentina is stretching out before him, an opportunity, a challenge. He is reminded of his losses, his insecurities, his disappointments; sees them form a tall, tall wall blocking his path to success. He takes a deep breath and knows he is going to shatter it.

In which Oikawa's whole life is spent longing for the horizon — in the form of a dream, a home, and a boy.

chasing gold by skiecas

(45,049 words | Mature | Chapters: 1/1)

set during the 2021 olympics

It’s Tokyo 2021, backdrop for the XXXII Summer Olympiad Games. Oikawa Tooru returns to Japan after a triumphant, eight-year long run as pro setter in Argentina’s professional volleyball League. And it's been just as long since Hajime watched him disappear across the oceans, maybe never to return.

On reuniting with your best friend, standing atop the world stage, and trying to catch wisps of a golden boy. An Olympic tale, one lifetime in the making.

[twisted-writing]

Work Overload

For Anonymous

Who asked:

"Just let me hide here for a few minutes." -C

"I haven't slept in two days, I can hear colours." -C

"You missed a spot. You missed a lot of spots. Just let me do it." -R

Hello! This is all up to your interpretation so feel free to add remove anything as you see fit :) Can I request Crowley and adult female reader, they're dating, and as a scenario (I'm not sure if that's the right term, but basically like a short story instead of bullet points). I hope this request makes sense 😅

Crowley is being overworked with the end of the semester coming near and possibly some other scandal which happened at the school, the staff are all on his back, so he's trying to run away to get a breather (or slack off and avoid responsibility-) and decides that the reader's own room in the school premises is the best place to hide. ( reader is either staff member or just pretty much became Crowley's secretary for his /kindness/ to let her stay there with no pay.) Reader really needs to remember to lock her doors. Crowley is like super disheveled and all over the place. With ink stains on his face and just chaos lol. In the end he ends up either passing out on the bed or on the reader hahah.

POV: Third Person

Characters: Dire Crowley, female!adult!reader

Pairing: Crowley x female!adult!reader

Word Count: 1,020

Note: I’m so tempted to make a NSFW version of this, where Y/N and Crowley have the school to themselves, you guys have no idea 😫

In the staff lounge of Night Raven College, Y/N stood and stretched after grading the last essay for one of her classes, the subject she taught, Ancient Runes, was becoming quite popular among students. She was glad about that! Really! But right now, she was exhausted. Y/N was glad that the end of the semester was coming near. But with that came students begging for makeup work, late work, anything to help boost up their grade.

Her stack of papers had been taller than her height, but she was done grading them now. And she deserved a nap. Not a long one. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes. That wouldn’t hurt.

And she would enjoy sinking into her new fluffy mattress! Her previous one had finally been replaced, and she couldn’t wait to let her body relax. Her tense muscles would be grateful for the brief rest. The walk from the staff lounge to the wing of the school where the staff resided, didn’t take long.

Her plans, though, came to a halt, when suddenly the runes that were engraved on her bracelet glowed, changing from their normal shade of deep indigo, to a lighter shade of lilac. If that wasn’t enough to set her on edge, the order of the runes were all scrambled as if whoever had done it, had been in a hurry to get inside her room.

Y/N frowned as she thought it over. It couldn’t have been any of the staff. They valued each other’s privacy. And it certainly couldn’t have been a student either.

So who?

Well, there was only one way to find out. Approaching cautiously, Y/N traced the runes that were on the door. They were the same that were engraved on her bracelet. With a quick motion, they were unscrambled. Back in their proper order. With another motion, they were reinforced. Good. This helped put her mind at ease, but also she couldn’t help chuckle softly to herself as she recognized the magical signature.

Of course.

It was him.

She shouldn’t be so surprised by now, that he would do something like this.

Closing the door behind her, Y/N made her way past the living room area that came attached with a kitchenette and went straight to her bedroom, where she knew that he would have a little more difficulty getting in. But that wouldn’t have stopped him though. Opening the door to her bedroom and peeking inside, she was greeted to the sight of Dire Crowley, Headmaster of the school, in her bed.

Stepping into the room, she made her way over to him, just the tiniest bit annoyed that he was enjoying her new mattress before her! Observing him though, she could see that he was disheveled, his hair was in disarray, and he had ink stains on cheeks. The school year had been rough on him too.

Running a school that was prestigious like Night Raven College wasn’t easy.

At least he had taken off his shoes and hat. But everything else was still on. Including his mask. No way was he comfortable sleeping like that. She took off his mask without waking him, which was a feat in itself since he was always a light sleeper, which meant he must be really tired.

His mask was placed right beside his hat on the nightstand next to the bed. She went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth and used to get rid of the ink stains on his face.

“Y/N?”

She smiled at how sleepy he sounded. “Hi, sleepyhead. I see you’ve made yourself at home.” She couldn’t help but tease him.

“I haven’t slept in two days.” The bed groaned underneath him, as he shifted. “I can hear colors.”

“You know that’s not possible, right?”

He made a noncommittal hum of agreement. “Just let me hide in here for a few minutes, please.”

Well, when he asked nicely, how could she say no. “Alright.”

When she felt him grab her hand, Y/N thought he simply wanted to hold it until he fell asleep. She let out a small yelp of surprise, when she found herself in his arms. “Dire?”

“You deserve rest too, my little raven.”

Her heart fluttered at the term of endearment. “Well, I was planning on taking a nap.”

“Let’s take one together then.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Although, it was definitely going to be longer than fifteen minutes.

[dorimena]

Ugh... been thinking about Aizawa crying during sex. Sucking on your fingers? Tears. Cockwarming? A river has been cried. Pegging him? Fucking waterfalls. Idk, man. Got any headcanons or add-ons about this? Maybe a short little blurb? — 🐬

Oh my-

I actually have this draft somewhere in my files about Aizawa crying during sex and cockwarming him (and I’ve been tempting myself to release sometime soon). But him crying a river because he’s cockwarming you? That sounds incredibly sexy, even better, dear 🐬 anon (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; aizawa shota

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.2k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; implied female reader, cockwarming, pegging, overstimulation (?), crying, cursing, mostly shameless smut, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; crying Aizawa, sobbing Aizawa, slut Aizawa, mating press, couch sex, loud sex, lots of cum

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; yes, horrible title, terrible joke, but it’s kind of funny, right? I got carried away, as you see... will I ever be able to write a blurb? Probably not. It’s not proofread!

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 (𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖐.)

He thought it was going to be a romantic date night at your place.

You promised some delicious food, some strong liquor, some nice massages, maybe throw in some soft cuddles as you lull him to sleep.

You did mention before that you had a little surprise for him to reward him for his good work this week, for saving more lives, contributing to keeping the city safe, teaching the kids at UA everything they need to know to excel in the hero world.

And what a surprise it was when you took out his favorite strap on he gifted you. But maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so excited at the idea of you fucking him until he forgets past pains and sufferings, maybe even today’s disappointment with how Kaminari seemed to forget how electricity could very much be well conducted in water…

Because for the past hour or two, maybe three, you’ve had him sitting on your lap with your silicon dick in him, slapping his thighs even if he were to shift, making him leak more tears each and every time the stinging becomes more intense.

You’re tempted in gagging him to see if with the lack of words he’d cry more.

“Stop moving so much, babe. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”

Your mocking purr makes him shudder as he flinched at another slap. Looking down, he can somehow make out, through his tear-covered vision, how his skin is turning red, a blurred handprint noticeable at the edge of the growing redness. He can also see how sticky his thighs are with how badly his dick is weeping in thick blobs of precum. God, has he always been such a slut?

Well, his shameless moan at the appearance below him and the lasting sting on his skin is enough to answer his own question.

“C-can’t he-elp it.” He groans out, trying his best to ignore how much hotter his body keeps getting the more he’s forced to sit still, the more you keep ‘accidentally’ teasing his nipples and play around with his precum covered thighs. Don’t you feel disgusted? Aren’t you?

Because if you are, that’s too bad. He hasn’t felt so proud of himself since-

“Auugh! M-mistress!” Aizawa sobs, feet trying to plant themselves onto the ground to keep himself stable as you slam up into him again, and again, and again.

No signs of mercy ever-present as you drag out of him so, so painfully slow before you go ahead and hit his sweet spot straight on.

Even with his feet on the ground and his back pressed onto your chest to keep him still, his hips still pitifully chase your thrusts, desperation present in every way he twitches and sobs.

He’s not even moaning, or even if he is, it’s just a garbled strain of your name fucked out of him as you coo praises and compliments into his ear, your hands grabbing onto his thighs to keep them spread so that he doesn’t shy away from your cock.

Turning your head a bit to see his face, you grin at how red he is, just like his wet, slick covered dick, his cheeks decorated with trails of hot tears coming from his closed eyes. And once he opens them, he looks into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed upwards as he wonders why you’re smiling like that, as if he were something so magical, so beautiful.

But this isn’t a time for something so romantic, not with how much he’s burning from deep inside his core up to his skin, flushing everywhere that’s possible as he manages to whimper out.

“H-hard, hard! N-need- nngh, ri-ide you!” And a please is whispered so, so sweetly, so softly, so unlike how society sees him as.

“Go ahead.”

And he rides you like there’s no tomorrow, even if you’re still slamming into him at an even faster pace. He can ride you, but you’re still in control of how fast everything goes.

He doesn’t complain, and not like he can even give his usual sarcastic remark with how his mouth's currently occupied letting out a waterfall of cries, moans and sobs, getting louder and bolder with every fast change of speed.

He’s gripping onto the couch cushion below you with such strength, you swore you heard a rip- but that’s alright, it was old anyways. Right now, feeling the way he can’t even control himself to at least act anything but a porn star is rewarding and forgiving enough.

His tears from earlier? You’re sure there’s enough water to bathe in, feeling how it touches your shoulders, seeing how it trails down to his chest, some lucky ones even going to his neglected dick. Poor thing, weeping just as much as the man who’s feared by so many criminals and past students.

This delicious fucking is going animalistic with how he’s bouncing on you, skin slapping polluting the air as much as the smell of sex. You hope neither filter outside into the neighboring apartments, although you’re positive you’ll be receiving some unhappy calls from the landlord.

Aizawa feels so, so hot and so, so close. It’s so painful, too painful, he’s never felt this way before. Maybe it’s how deprived he was for weeks, how starved he was for you, how desperate he was to be able to cum after so many failed attempts.

But he’s becoming so, so, so loud, with his sobs echoing around the apartment, his cries of your name and ‘mistress, mistress, mistress!’ ringing in your ears that maybe you should’ve gagged him. Your fingers will do-

And they did, with how greedily he’s sucking them, as if they offer the finest water to help quench his growing thirst to cum, cum-

“Cu-umming!”

And you let him, not retorting anything, not depriving him anymore as you send the most powerful thrusts you could muster into him to hear him wheeze so, so pathetically, reminding you how old he is, even if just 31.

And his eyes? His beautiful onyx eyes are glowing red, his sweaty, tangled mess of black hair floating in the air giving you the view of how he didn’t only lose control of his quirk, but also how he lost control of his thighs, his quivering, trembling, now cum covered thighs.

He’s babbling anything that comes to mind, it’s difficult to know if he’s praying for mercy or praying in gratitude, his hips still sliding up and down your cock as every hit to his prostate milks out more and more cum, the hot substance spurting onto the floor, onto the coffee table, onto his thighs, legs, feet, everywhere.

It’s so pornographic, so unbelievably out of this fucking world that you just need to see him do it again, even if you’ll have to stay inside of him to keep him horny and hot and bothered.

“Ag- augh- gain?”

Aizawa doesn’t wait for you to answer, and to damn your answer, not with how he still feels his dick burn with more need, still so hard because you wouldn't give it our attention.

But you do this time, switching your position to fuck him deep into the couch, mate pressing him as you flick your wrist furiously as wet sounds join in the symphony of his wails, his pleas of mercy which you’ll never, ever give to him unless he says the safe word or you’re feeling romantic.

[younghosfavewhore]

mine forever . 1:27 am

part 1 [a]   /   part 2 [s]

wc; 1k

plot; nctjohnny!boyfriend x femreader!girlfriend

the members of nct have been stirred up in dating rumors and scandals for the past month. when pictures of johnny meeting with a childhood friend begin to float around, you must remind johhny that he’s yours. forever.

prompts; [s]6 “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” [s] 37 “... No one else can make me feel like you do.”

warnings; MATURE CONTENT!!, make-up sex, hickies, kinda fluffy, unprotected sex, fingering

I wrap my arms around him, and he pulls me closer.

“I would never do anything to hurt you. Ok?” Johnny says, breaking the kiss and gazing into my eyes.

I nod, my head still filled with regret over the misunderstanding.

He stands up from the couch, clasping his hand in mine. “Let’s go to the room,” He says with a smile. “I want to make you feel better, y/n. Don’t be upset.”

I nod again, following close behind Johnny’s tall frame. I walk in the door behind him.

“No more misunderstandings, no more apologies. From now on I’ll be transparent with you, y/n. I hate when we fight.” He pulls me close to him. “I hate seeing you upset with me and I hate disappointing you.” His lips press against my neck, gentle and endearing. “I love you too much, it hurts me to see you hurt.”

I stifle a moan as he sucks on my neck. His hands make their way to my shirt before he tugs it off.

“I love you, too, Johnny.” I whimper, and let my hands wander upon his chest.

Johnny slides off his shirt, allowing me to feel his bare, firm abdomen. He backs me up to the wall, pressing his body against me and glaring into my eyes before his lips trail up to my own. Kissing Johnny was an indescribable sensation, his lips are so soft and his tongue glides in all the right places.

He lifts me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. His bulge pressed against my thigh, tempting me to give it attention. I jerk my thigh against him, breaking the kiss and watching his reaction. He grips my thigh, and starts kissing my neck. He sucks at my neck, harsher than before.

“Johnny...” I moan as he sucks and kisses the crook of my neck.

“I won’t apologize for marking you up,” He huffs against my sensitive skin. “Everyone should know you’re taken.”

I nod, basking in the feeling of his lips leaving crimson bruises scattered on my chest. By the time he pulls away from me, the blemishes were littered from my chest to my neck.

He stood, staring for just a second before saying, “Take them off…” He says softly and gestures to my shorts. I could see the lust pouring from his eyes. I slide off my shorts and he begins pulling off his own pants. “Wanna take you right here... “ He huffs, “Right here…”

Once his pants are off, he isn’t reluctant to press me back against the wall. His lips meet mine again and he presses his bulge into my stomach. I moan at the sensation, his dick was hard and the tip was moist through his boxers. His kisses were needy, and I couldn’t get enough. His hands found their way into my panties, grazing my clit. He leans back to watch my reaction as he massages the sensitive nub.

“Johnny…” I whimper.

“Like that?” His eyes still locked on mine. 

I nod, unable to speak. My arm grips onto his as he slips a finger inside of me. 

“So tight…” He grumbles. “Tell me how it feels; talk to me.”

I nod and gulp. “F-faster…” I mutter. He speeds up his fingers. “Yes… Just like that…”

He leans in to kiss my neck. “All mine,” He whimpers and adds another finger. 

The speed of his curled fingers thrusting in and out of me just leaves me soaking around him, my pussy begging for more.

“I need more, please…” I plead.

He wordlessly draws his fingers out of me. He slips off my underwear before sliding off his boxers. His cock was dripping precum and his balls looked bigger than usual. I drop my hands down to feel them and he whimpers at my touch. I give it a few more rubs, admiring his reaction to my gentle touch.

He presses his lips to mine, pushing me back against the wall. He hoists me up, my legs wrapping around him, and slowly glides his cock into me.

“F-fuck.” He shudders and groans against my lips.

His cock completely filled me up, stretching me around his length.

“No one else can make me feel like you do… fuck…” His head falls to my neck.

He lifts you up a bit higher, allowing him to hit a deeper angle. He lets out a rough growl at the new angle and begins fucking into me faster.

“Johnny!” I cry out at the new pace.

“Fuck… so good.” He growls and one of his hands drop down to toy with my clit.

The way his cock drilled into me, with his hands caressing my clit, it was a kind of sensation that only Johnny could instill. His cock plunged messily in and out of me, his lips alternating between meeting mine and then my neck; scattering more hickies here and there. My hands run through his hair and trace along his back, not sure where to touch first.

“No one’s as good as you…” He moans, louder than before.

I moan at the sudden praise, reaching his volume; the room was now filled with only the sounds of our lust.

“I’m c-close.” I pant, feeling that familiar flame in my stomach.

My eyes roll back and my mouth falls open letting rambles of pleasure spill out; until, finally, I reach my orgasm. My vision blurs and fades as the feeling of Johnny’s cock and fingers become all the more intense. I squirm against the wall, not sure if I need more, or can’t possibly take the pleasure.

“Fuck… fuck…” He groans in my ear and my own pleasure comes down around him just as he reaches his own orgasm.

His cock fills me up and he pulls me closer to him. His thrusts slow down, but he doesn’t pull out yet. He gazes into my eyes, watching as I come down from my high. I think this was Johnny’s favorite part; just him watching me fall back into reality when he fucks me like this. 

He finally slides out of me, gently placing me on the ground and supporting my now weak body.

“I love you.” He whispers, planting a kiss on my cheek. “I mean it. I really do.”

[littlefreya]

The Captain and the Maiden

Summary: Plain and simple, the Captain is your first.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: Deflowering, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, cunnilingus. 

A/N: By request from Anon! Thank you @agniavateira for being my beta and muse :3

Title: The Captain and the Maiden

There you are, decorated in white lace, your heart pumping with agitation while the captain stands in front of you, his broad, hairy chest pumping air slowly. He tilts his head like a big, ragged dog. 

“You’re a wha....”

“Virgin.” you answer, rolling your eyes nervously and a little bit vexed. You shouldn’t have said anything, you can already see the rushed exchange of thoughts behind his soulful blue eyes. 

The bulky man is certainly planning his escape, too afraid to take away your “chastity”.

But the right corner of his lips eventually twists into what begins to look like a small smirk, his eyes hungrily observing your body while he flicks his tongue. 

“How in the hell does someone like you remain a virgin for so long?”

You shrug, your mind quickly running through a list of failed conquests and the numerous times your heart got broken. “Didn’t find the right guy? Didn’t have time between college and maintaining a job to pay out my student loans? You pick.”

You sigh, ready to feel disappointment when your devoted soldier moves toward you and within seconds the air becomes shallow. His eyes glint darkly and you glimpse at his nether region, noticing the outlines of his engorged organ as it begs to for you.

“This makes me Mr. Right Guy?” he inquires with his pure Texan accent that melts your insides. Taking another step forward, he stands so close that the cups of your bra brush against his hard, naked torso with every breath you take. He leans his head down, forehead bumping against yours while he breathes in your scent.

“It makes you…”

The rest of your sentence is swallowed by his mouth as he pulls you up and conquers you with a succulent kiss. You’re not given a chance to resist, to fight back. The captain overpowers you, his tongue setting fire through your mouth and lungs, dancing with yours in a fight for dominance in which he wins with ease. 

Large hands seize your waist, lifting you with ease and placing you on the queen-sized bed. He crawls on top of you with menace. Sy is all muscle and fury, smothering you with his weight. His flesh is hot against yours and you’re almost embarrassed by your aching instinct to cling to this burly beast. His hands grope your body with zeal, and the only thing that runs through your mind is the same pathetic little prayer that you chant with wanton.

“I ain’t no tender man, babygirl.” he warns you as he breaks from your lips, his rough beard burning your skin as he trails down your jawline and then your throat. “But what I am is a southern gentleman and I promise I’ll treat ya right.” 

As if possessed, your spine curls and lifts from the mattress to the lingering kisses Syverson trails down your naked skin. He licks at your sternum, his coarse hands skillfully unclasping your bra and discards it before his tongue snakes around your peaked nipple and teases the soft flesh. You want to tell him you don’t need any preparation, that you’ve been waiting for this moment for way too long and you just want him to fuck you already.

But no words manage to form on your lips as Sy’s fingers thread through your nipples and he continues to explore the uncharted path of your body attentively.

“Has anyone done this to you before?” he murmurs against your lower belly between a chant of wet kisses, rubbing his bearded chin at your sensitive flesh and sneaking his fingers beneath the bend of your expensive lace underwear.

“Onc...once. when I was in college,” you stammer, hissing through your teeth. Your body shakes as he kisses your belly with a hum and slips your panties over your sheer thigh-high stockings.

“I appreciate this, by the way.” he exclaims, referring to the sexy lingerie you bothered to wrap yourself in for tonight: a Victoria’s Secret best white lace, almost ceremonial. It lasted less than 5 minutes before both your bra and underwear ended up on the floor next to Sy’s worn black shirt.  

Heat spreads through your body, spilling from your cheeks to your neck and gathering at your loins as Syverson spreads your legs with as much gentleness a brute like him can muster. You watch as he hooks your legs above his shoulders with intent, your thighs still covered in sheer white silk, countering the tanned muscles of his shoulders. 

You suck in your lower lip as you watch his head lowering between your apex. The fact that your thighs jitter around his neck is not lost to you. Flushed and ashamed of how intense your yearnings are, you throw your head back and shut your eyes while his hot breath welcomes your womanhood.

“Oh god!” 

His wet tongue snakes between your folds, smearing you with languid tease, enough to run through the length of your folds and make you whine like a whore. Your fingers twist around the bedsheet, your toes curling in the air as your ankles hover over his back.

“Christ, babygirl, I haven’t even started yet.” he taunts you and dips his tongue into your sweetness again, traveling between your folds carefully, tracing the shape of your labia and dampening it with his saliva. His thick beard adds roughness to the mixture, scratching your inner thighs as he moves his face between your open legs, learning the mysteries of your body.

Skillful lips press gentle loving kisses to the freshness of your mound, circling the entire region patiently, your whimpering pleas encouraging him to dwell around your juices and collect every rich drop. You’re swollen and throbbing, moaning with frustration at Syverson’s torturous measures. 

You can’t see his face, yet you’re convinced he is smiling smugly just as you know the sky above is blue.  

His fingers hold your lips open and you gasp as he licks your seal carefully, attempting to dip his tongue in the small gap as much as possible before he laps his tongue over the hidden pearl of your mound. He twirls around your clit with a low hum of delight that vibrates against you, making you shudder with a hiss. You are teetering on the edge, throwing your head back and forth on the pillow as he suckles, lavishing you inside the cavern of his mouth. The pleasure is so much that you are edged on begging him to stop yet the only thing coming from your mouth are deep, loud cries. 

Syverson has every intent on turning you into a mewling puddle, restraining your inner thighs while you squirm and continues to suck your clit skillfully until your body arches and explodes into rapture in his mouth.

“Fuck!!!” you pant, landing your back on the mattress heavily. “I get it now.”

Sy chuckles dryly, wiping your juices off his beard “Get what?”

“Captain… “ you adjust your breath “Captain Cunnilingus, I finally get why they call you that.”

His laughter thunders through his chest as he moves to lie on top of you once again, his hands reaching down to unzip his cargos and he pushes them down his legs to join the messy pile on the floor.

The last thing that surprises you is that Syverson likes to go commando.

“I think I got you wet enough, babygirl.” he growls, kissing and nipping your neck, his hands squeezing your buttocks, and his erection pressing hard against your soft belly. You shiver just from the size of it, your cunt throbs once again with both fear and excitement.

His knuckles sooth your temple, his eyes meeting yours with an ocean of compassion that only you are able to witness. 

“Ready?” he queries, searching for approval in your gaze.

You nod right away. You’ve been ready since the moment “big Sy” defended your honor at the bar against that jerk who squeezed your ass. No one ever fought for you, not till that day. You were just a small town girl with a sad list of terrible life choices and failed dates yet there he was. Handsome, big, and way beyond average, willing to risk a fight for you. 

You were tempted to just lose your virginity to him in the pub’s toilet. But he settled for your number instead.  

Holding you carefully in his strong bulging arms, Syverson flips you over so he is seated with you straddling his lap. You feel sinful, your wetness drenched upon the meat of his groin, you can’t help but stare at his velvet pistol which rests proudly against the side of your thigh. 

While inexperienced, you have seen your share online, and it would be an understatement to say Syverson is large.

“Easy darlin.’” he teases you with slight humor in his baritone and reaches to grab his thick erection in one hand while the other takes hold of your hip to assist you on top of him. Your fingernails mark crescents on his shoulder with just the tip of his flesh pressing at your gates. As desperate as you are, you feel a needle in your heart and your skin prickles as he begins to lower you onto his cock.

“F-u-c-k!” you hiss as you feel him splitting through you inch by inch. He pushes through your virginal canal, unwrapping your silken walls with his incredible girth. The pressure inside your own body overwhelms you, the sting of his entry making you dig your nails onto the hard muscles of his shoulder blades. A deep growl matches your sobs as he lingers, easing into a slit which is impossibly taut. 

But you’re are unwilling to be that girl anymore, the sweet small town virgin too afraid to ever make a move, pathetically waiting for “the one”. Whether it is Sy or not, you force yourself down his shaft, gasping along with him as the two of you fall into daze, amazed by the tight friction your bodies produce. His entire cock fills you, and you nearly break apart feeling him deep in the pit of your gut.

A low grunt emits from his lips. His hand soothes down your spine as you still, adjusting to the new sensation of being whole. You haven’t even noticed that your eyes went shut until Sy’s fingers stroke your cheek and wipe the wetness that formed in the corners of your eyes. 

Blinking your gaze at him, you find a calm sea, reaching into the depth of your heart.

“Good girl,” he utters, stroking your hair back and leaning to kiss your forehead. As patient as Syverson is, you can feel his thick cock as it twitches inside you. You are too hot, too tight, and your lush walls are closing around him. The  throbbing is unbearable for the both of you, increasing the more you prolong. 

Your breath comes in fumes and loud yips as you begin to ride the large man. You pull yourself up along the length of his solid erection, his ridges stroking down your stretching walls before you fall back on his cock, fulfilling the sudden emptiness that’s devoid of your pull.   

As dominant as he is, Syverson allows you to control the rhythm to a point. His control is a thin thread, threatening to snap. His large hands tattoo bruises onto your flesh as he grips you tightly and his teeth nip your breasts as you throw your head back with every plunge made into your body. You had your fears; that it will hurt too much, that you won’t climax with him inside you, having never experienced anything like this before. Yet every thought washes away from your mind as you rise and fall onto him and pleasure ripples through your organs as you grind into one another.

Seeing your movements become more fluid, Sy begins to buck his hips into you, pushing back into your cunt, reaching that spot so deep inside it makes you yelp like a crazed animal. He makes your entire body electrified, the bone of his pelvis grinding at your clit and his hands reach to squeeze your ass, parting your cheeks to make you even more stretched for him.

You are almost unable to rationalize how and when the captain took over, pushing you down on his meaty shaft. You realize that you enjoy this, having him take over, grunting against your throat while forcing you down his cock. It’s as if he turned into a beast whose only purpose was to seek and fill your womb. 

“Harder!” you hear a yell and before you even realize it was you who gave the command, you are whirled back onto the mattress with Sy on top, thrusting into you with the dedication of an ardent soldier. He kisses you sloppily, holding his elbows at the side of your head so not to crush you with his weight while he thrusts into you with lewd grunts.  

Tides of ecstasy begin to hit your core, washing closer and closer to the shores of your pleasure. You reach your hands to grab his ass, nails biting into his muscles, forcing him so deep it hurts. That pain is all you need to sink into your own waves of pure orgasm. You come as you never did before, wrapping tightly around him, achieving a sense of becoming whole in every inch of your soul.

Sy growls into your ear, and an onslaught of curses greets your flushed ears as he jackhammers your convulsing cunt so vigorously the bones of your hips feel as if they’re going to fall apart. Unable to fight your body’s protests, his own orgasm takes him within a split second, his seed sprouting into your womb while he pants hoarsely on top of you. 

Sweaty and breathless, he teases your lips into a loving kiss while remaining sheathed inside you. A gentle hum tickles down your throat, the heat of his elixir soothes you while his weight presses you down. Even though he is making it harder for you to breathe, you are anxious of his departure from your body. You lay your head against his peck, your hands clutching his back gently.

“Oh babygirl,” he cradles the back of your head, pressing a tender kiss to your hair. “Did I hurt you?”

You smile against his chest, feeling a bit more wicked than you ever did before. 

“Not in a bad way.”

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I Hope We Never See October (4/?)

When his personal life and football career go up in flames, Killian Jones escapes England for America, finding seclusion in Martha’s Vineyard in order to hide from his demons. It’s a fresh start, or at the very least a paused moment in his life, and all he needs is a few months alone to allow his heart to heal. He doesn’t count on meeting Emma Swan.

Emma’s life depends on tourists who come to the island every summer. It’s how she makes her money working in restaurants and clubs across the vineyard, but every year, she cannot wait until autumn comes and her life returns to normal. She especially cannot wait for Killian Jones to leave.

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-/-

Emma has this thing about the summer tourists in Martha’s Vineyard. There are several types, but they can be categorized into two main groups: the annuals versus the one-timers.

It’s pretty self-explanatory. The annuals come back every year. They usually have a family home on the island or in Cape Cod or Falmouth, and they come back year after year to do the same things – from taking out the same boats to eating at the same restaurants. Then there are the one-timers. They get an opportunity to come and spend a week or two taking pictures, eating food, spending time by the ocean, going on hikes, and then they never, ever come back. They’ve seen enough.

The annuals pay for Emma’s life. The one-timers, though, keep her entertained.

If she never has to see them again, there are no consequences, no attached strings. It’s the perfect distraction, especially in the past few years, and she will not be ashamed of the choices she makes.

Not at all.

Except, right now, she’s seriously questioning her choices because sometimes Emma can be pretty damn stupid.

But then Killian’s hand slips down the back of her thigh, fingertips pressing into her skin, kneading it in the places that bring her pleasure, and she forgets how stupid this is and remembers how good it feels. His voice is deep with his teasing, his mouth soft, and when he uses his knee to nudge hers to the side, Emma complies and arches her back as he slowly guides himself into her. Her heartbeat speeds up, sweat already forming at the nape of her neck that not even the breeze from the open window can fix, and she continues to adjust her hips as Killian finds his rhythm.

It’s a damn good rhythm, one that only takes a little instruction on her part, before he’s leaning over her, sucking the skin at her neck, and building her toward a higher and higher pleasure as he whispers filth into her skin.

And for the minutes that it takes, ones that seem to fly and drag on all at once, Emma forgets how monumentally stupid she’s being by sleeping with him. It was a moment of weakness, one where she was lonely and he was there with his stupidly handsome features and charming stories, and it seemed like the obvious thing to do.

Even though she really did simply intend to invite him in for coffee, but how many people truly believe that offer to be taken at face value?

Emma thinks he’s an obnoxious flirt, but at least it’s nice to know he can back his words up with actions.

Emma scratches her fingers down his back until she’s tightening them around the muscles in his arms. He’s fitter than she imagined, which is always a bonus, and his muscles twitch as he continues to move in her, over her, until his hand reaches between them and Emma finds the subtle bliss she doesn’t often find from arrangements like this.

So, she’s stupid, but at least she’s satisfied.

Killian hovers over her as his thrusts become more erratic, as he finds his own release, his forehead pressed into hers, and then he’s rolling over, taking a breather next to her, before getting up to dispose of the condom and put his briefs back on. Emma does the same, using the bathroom to pee and wash her face, before putting on a t-shirt and pair of underwear.

“So, that was,” Killian begins when she comes back from the bathroom. He’s sitting on the end of the bed, body still on near full display as he presses his hands back.

“You’re only staying here this summer, right?” Emma interrupts.

He raises one brow, then the next. “Aye. I don’t imagine I’ll return next year. My life should be…less complicated then.”

Okay, good. Maybe she’s not so stupid after all.

Because he may be friends with Ariel and Eric, which isn’t the clean break she’s looking for, but it’s clean enough.

She wonders how his life could be complicated. She doesn’t know much about him, but she knows enough. He’s rich, can take months off from work to vacation, and there’s little chance he actually knows what complicated is.

“Why do you ask?” he continues, scratching his neck.

Emma shrugs. “Because this wasn’t…this was casual. I’m not into having a relationship, especially with someone who has an expiration date.”

“Trust me, love,” he laughs, “neither am I. I do fancy you from time to time when you’re not yelling at me, but I know what this was. I’m not under any impressions otherwise.”

Emma nods and grabs a pair of sleep shorts from one of her drawers. “Well, good. That’s good.”

This is always the awkward part. Do they stay or do they go? Emma votes go, but she’s unsure how to ask without coming off as a total bitch.

Especially since this is a man who already knows her more than he should.

“Yeah,” he smiles, “it is good.” He leans down and picks up his jeans, standing to slide them on. Why the hell are his pants that tight. “But I have the feeling you’re waiting on me to leave, so I can do that for you.”

“Oh, I - ”

“Perceptive, Swan.” He points to his head. “I told you I’m actually quite perceptive, and I meant it. Have a good night, love. I’m sure I’ll see you around the island.”

He finishes getting dressed as Emma stands in the corner and crosses her arms, watching him. Not five minutes ago she was watching him move in a completely different way, and the memories nearly tempt her to ask him to stay.

She’s stupid, but she’s not that stupid.

“Yeah,” Emma sighs, “I’ll see you around.”

-/-

July

“Can you work Saturday, Ashley?” Emma asks as she pulls up next week’s schedule. “Heather apparently can’t, and I have to have someone cover her shift. You’ll get good tips.”

“I can work then, but I need next Thursday morning off. I have an appointment.”

Emma adds Ashely’s name into the chart and looks up as Ashley rubs her hand over her stomach. “I’ll cover you. Are you finding out the gender?”

“I am. I’m excited.”

“Good.” Emma closes her laptop and stands from behind her desk. “I’m glad you’re excited. How are things out there?”

“Busy. I’d expect nothing less from the holiday week.”

Emma inhales before breathing out a slow exhale. “I wouldn’t either. I’ll come and help out. Make sure you’re taking enough breaks and drinking enough water. I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”

“I’m not,” Ashley promises, but Emma knows how tired the girl is, “but I really appreciate you.”

They walk out of Emma’s office, and while Ashley goes back to her section, Emma starts doing her rounds, checking in with her servers and cooks, making sure everything stays up to the standards she needs. This is one of their busiest weeks of the year, and she can’t afford for anything to go wrong. They had a hiccup last week with the bread order, and with how many burgers they’re selling, she really can’t afford for that to happen again.

Once she’s done checking inside, she walks to their outside area. It’s such a pleasant day out with the sun shining directly over them. The boardwalks are full of people, the beaches the same, and she sees more boats out on the water than usual.

She also sees a familiar mop of black hair sitting alone at the end of their outdoor patio. She hasn’t seen him since he left her house a few days ago, headlights of his Jeep fading in the distance.

Go figure that he’s here again. He seems to be fond of the place.

“You really like the food here, huh?”

“That and the manager.”

Emma laughs and leans against the railing as a family boards a boat a few feet away, their voices carrying over to Emma. It’s four of them, mom, dad, brother, and sister. It’s the picture-perfect New England family, and she imagines all the brochures in the tourism office look just like this.

And not at all like her.

“Laying on the charm a little too thick,” Emma sighs, shaking her head. “But I have a feeling that’s your thing.”

“I like to think it’s just the right amount.” He spears a bit of his omelet and pops a bite in his mouth. “What are you doing out here?”

“My job.”

His brow arches and he reaches out his arm, moving it around to the railing. His skin has tanned since she first met him, and she must admit, at least to herself, that he looks good. “You check in on all your customers like this?”

“Just the ones who keep coming back.” “To be fair, I figured I could avoid you seeing me if I sat out here.”

Emma rolls her eyes as the family’s boat starts and begins to stutter away. “Look, you can come here all you want. I know I - I didn’t make it seem that way, but I don’t care what you do or don’t do as long as you don’t expect anything from me.”

“Not a thing, love.”

“Good.” Emma stands, tightening the knot on her Blue Dog Tavern t-shirt. “But, you know, if you did happen to be up late at night, and I happened to be up, I wouldn’t oppose you stopping by for some coffee.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Well, some nights, of course. When I feel like it.”

Killian chuckles and leans back in the chair, the front legs coming off the ground. “When you feel like it. And how would I know that?”

Emma pulls her phone out of her back pocket and holds it out to him. Without a word, he types his number in and hands it back to her. “That’s how you’ll know. I hope you enjoy your meal, Jones.”

Emma taps him on the shoulder and walks away, shaking her head. She’s stupid. So damn stupid, but as she walks back into the main dining hall and sees how crazy it is, she thinks she deserves a bit of a break, a bit of fun. She’s an adult. She can make stupid decisions sometimes.

Especially hot, British stupid decisions who are here on a time limit.

Her life is messy already. What’s one more thing?

-/-

Emma pops open a beer bottle, throwing the top away and settles on David and Mary Margaret’s pool lounge chair, pulling her legs up to keep them out of the sun. Ruby, meanwhile, is on full display on a pool float, as is David. Mary Margaret is joining Emma in the no sun club.

“So, how are you lately?” Mary Margaret asks, sipping on her lemonade. “I feel like I haven’t talked to you in a week.”

“That’s because you haven’t.”

Mary Margaret laughs and puts her drink on the table between them. “Well, you have to tell me what you’ve been up to. I don’t know how you deal with months without - ”

“Oh my God,” Ruby screeches, nearly flopping into the pool before she paddles her way toward the two of them, “I totally forgot.”

“What’d you forget, hon?”

“That I saw Emma’s hot British friend running yesterday, and I nearly passed out.”

“Why?” Emma asks, sipping on her beer again. “Were you running too? I told you to stop doing that when you haven’t had water in ages. You’ll legitimately pass out.”

Ruby kicks and some of the water splashes onto the side of the pool. “Hey, careful!” David yells. “I just cleaned this grout.”

“Yes, Dad,” Ruby mocks, kicking more water before paddling to the edge of the pool. “Anyway, I meant to say that I saw him, was reminded of just how attractive he is, and Emma, my darling, I must say that there is no harm in having a little summer fun. In fact, I encourage it. It’s good for the soul. And the vagina for that matter.”

Emma spits out her beer, the alcohol spilling onto the tile, and she swear David gives her murder eyes even though he’s gone back to lounging with his eyes closed. “You need a filter, Rubes.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Emma laughs and stretches her legs out, letting her toes peep out of the shade and into the brightness of the sun. “I will have you know, though, that he doesn’t plan on returning next summer. He has an expiration date.”

“So you fucked him?” Ruby asks, a little too gleeful.

“You can fill in the blanks.” Emma pulls her feet back under the shade and closes her eyes.

She’s not shy with her friends, especially Ruby. they know enough about each other’s lives to fill books about, but some things, Emma keeps under wraps unless she absolutely has to share them. Or unless she’s in the mood. Right now, with David nearby and with Mary Margaret totally judging her.

The woman is kind and fun and supportive, but she also met David a decade ago and knew he was the one on the first date. Personally, Emma thinks that is bullshit, but she’d never tell anyone that. You can know someone for years without truly knowing them, so how could anyone be so sure on a first date?

David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard somehow were.

“You know, Emma,” Mary Margaret begins, “that wall you keep up may keep out pain, but it may also keep out love.”

Emma laughs and presses the cold bottle to her lips. “Marg, I’m sleeping with a guy for fun. It’s not a love match. Let me have this. In September, I’ll go back to being the Emma Swan who doesn’t do stupid things like this.”

“I didn’t - ”

“It’s fine.” Emma finishes her drink and pulls her hair into a high bun before standing and walking toward the pool, quickly submerging herself in the water to get used to the chill. She swims over to David and pulls on his float. “Hey.”

He lifts his sunglasses. “Hey.”

“How goes the job? Still seeing a bunch of cats and dogs be cute?”

“Cute and gross. What’d Mary Margaret say to make you leave your cocoon of shade?”

“Nothing. Just thought I’d come say hi to you. I do like you from time to time.”

David chuckles and slides his glasses back on. “I only believe half of that, but it’s alright. I won’t push.”

“And that’s why I love you.”

Emma stays with the Nolans and Ruby for the rest of the afternoon, and no one bugs her about her dating life, thank God. They all mean well, truly, but sometimes the last thing Emma wants to do is listen to them. On the spectrum of how they approach love, Emma is somewhere in the middle. She’s not David and Mary Margaret with their love conquers all attitude, and she’s not Ruby with her casual, carefree approach to simply seeing where the wind takes her. She’s...well, she doesn’t know what she is. All Emma knows is that while she’s experienced the highs of what love can bring, she has also experienced the lowest of the lows.

It’s safer in the middle. If you don’t fall in love, you can’t get your heart broken. But you can have some fun when you need it.

Hence, Killian, even if he is not the someone she expected to be having her summer fun with.

God, when she thinks like that, it sounds like she’s narrating a beach movie where all the colors are too bright and no one ever sweats despite spending their entire lives outside.

Speak of the devil, a group of young girls ride down the street on bikes, laughing, their hair falling behind them, and then two minutes later, they’re back again. What the hell?

That’s when she realizes they have a friend with a camera standing on the sidewalk, taking pictures of them, and Emma rolls her eyes before turning to grab her purse and her keys. “I’m going to head home,” she yells out. “I want to beat all the drunk drivers and the illegal fireworks home.”

“Wait, don’t go,” Mary Margaret insists from her spot on the couch. “Let me get you some leftovers.”

“Marg, you don’t have to feed me.”

“I know, I know.” She stands from the couch and heads toward the kitchen. “But you so rarely cook, and it’s good for you to have real meals. And since you’re alone without - ”

“Oh my God,” Ruby squeals, king her leg out. She nearly knocks over the vases and books Mary Margaret keeps on her coffee table. “Holy fuck. Like, fuck.”

Emma drops her purse. “What?”

Ruby raises her hand and folds her fingers, beckoning Emma to come closer to her. Emma rolls her eyes, but she does it anyway, plopping down next to Ruby.

“Okay, so, I couldn’t stop thinking about your new boy toy,” she starts.

“Not a toy,” Emma corrects. “He’s fine with the arrangement too.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I wanted to know more about your little sex buddy, not that I think he’s little in any way, so I went to Ariel’s Instagram, searched through her followers, and found him. And, well…”

Ruby shoves her phone into Emma’s hands, and Emma looks down, scanning through the photos. It’s a lot of group shots of men in soccer uniforms, and she thinks that’s weird but okay. He’s a member of a little soccer club back home. That seems like something rich people in England would do. It’s probably more interesting than her extracurricular hobbies which consist of eating, going to the gym, and sitting in David and Mary Margaret’s living room. It’s not like she has any room to judge someone over what they do in their free time.

Still, she continues scrolling, careful not to like anything, and it’s not until she comes across a picture of him with his shirt off that she stops to really think.

Not because he has his shirt off. She’s seen that in person. She doesn’t need to see that in pictures.

But because of the number of likes on the picture.

And the number of followers he has.

And then the little blue checkmark next to his name.

Holy fuck indeed.

“So, that’s how he has money to rent one of the big houses over in Edgartown.” Emma closes out the app and hands Ruby back her phone. “Well, that’s interesting.”

“Interesting?” Ruby scoffs, getting loud enough that David finally looks up with his own phone. Mary Margaret remains clueless in the kitchen. “You’re sleeping with a literal professional athlete, and that’s your reaction?”

Emma shrugs and stands from the couch as David asks Ruby to see what she was showing Emma. “David obviously finds it more interesting than me. I don’t care who he is or what he does or doesn’t do. That’s none of my business.”

Ruby gapes, David does too, and while Emma does have a bit of a weird feeling in her gut, she truly does not care what Killian Jones does. She’s got a few questions, sure, but much like the other men she’s been with lately, all she needs to know is if they’re clean and if they have condoms.

A little crude, but it’s the truth.

“Holy shit, Emma,” David whispers, but Emma is already ready to go, making her way into the kitchen to get the tupperware from Mary Margaret before this becomes a thing and she gets home too late.

It’s not a thing.

And she wants to go home.

-/-

It’s definitely not a thing, but she does think about it the next time he comes over. Not for long, though. Just when she notices a noticeably defined muscle she’s a little jealous of, but then he does this particularly delicious thing with his tongue or his hips that makes her completely forget about it.

And it’s not a thing when she thinks about it when she sees him running along the sidewalk outside the Blue Dog. She can run. She’s fit. She hates doing it, but she can. He just seems...graceful or something that she isn’t always. It’s difficult for her to articulate in her mind.

It continues to not be a thing each time she sees him, even when he invites her to his place for a change of scenery. The house, surprisingly, isn’t overly big compared to some of the other houses in the neighborhood, but it’s definitely not a place she could ever afford.

Not if she worked her literal ass off for five lifetimes and never spent any of her money.

All of the finishes are new, the design that modern coastal feel Emma sees on all the HGTV shows, and she can’t say she minds it. Her taste has always been a little more eclectic, but it’s nice, clean. And maybe one day when she’s not living in someone else’s house, she’ll actually decorate where she lives to her taste.

One day.

“Nice place,” Emma says, craning her neck so he can run his lips in just the right spot. He’s a quick study, which she appreciates, and he always remembers whatever she tells him.

“I like it,” he mumbles, his voice vibrating against her skin.

“Is this your style? Do you live in a big coastal home back in England?”

She doesn’t know why she asks, but she does.

He pulls back and raises his brow, which is this thing he’s always doing. At first it was annoying, like he was always questioning her, but now she realizes his brow likely has a mind of its own.

“Why do you ask, love?”

And much like the brow, that word seems to slip off his tongue without much thought. It has also become less annoying.

“No reason. Just curious.”

“I thought we didn’t ask personal questions.”

“You,” she corrects, tapping his chest, “don’t ask personal questions. I never said I couldn't ask.”

“I don’t think those are rules I agreed to.”

Emma ducks from underneath his arms, making her way into the open space of the living room. She unbuttons her shirt until her bra is exposed, and Killian’s eyes immediately glance down. Men are so easy.

“Okay, fair,” Emma sighs, running her hand over the back of a very well-made couch. “If I ask you a personal question, you can ask me one in return. But I have the right to veto. It’s a tit for tat situation.” He opens his mouth, and she already knows what he’s going to say. Again, men are so easy, and this is one that never passes up the opportunity for an innuendo. “Don’t say it, Jones.”

“Wasn’t going to.” He strides toward her, his movements fluid, and he puts his pointer finger in the empty belt loops of her jean shorts to pull her closer to him. He’s ridiculously warm. Then again, that could just be the flush in her cheeks. “And to answer your question, no, my flat in England doesn’t look like this. The colors are darker, but I do have a lot of blue and a few nautical pieces.”

“So you like the ocean then?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he corrects, tugging on the loops again, “you’ve already asked your question.”

“Asking if you like the ocean is not a personal question.”

“Anything can be a personal question depending on the person.” There’s a flash of something in his eyes, but Emma can’t decipher it. She’s usually a little better at reading people than that. “That can be your question for tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” she asks as his hands sneak around to her ass.

“Yep. One personal question a day. Keeps things interesting while separate.”

“And we keep the veto rule?”

“Aye, we keep the veto rule, Swan,” he smiles, dipping his head down to kiss her. That’s the entire reason they’re here, after all.

“Good.”

Tomorrow, she’s totally going to ask a better question than if he likes the beach or not. He left England to hang out in Martha’s Vineyard for a few months. He obviously likes it.

“So,” Killian begins as he skillfully snaps the hook on her bra off. Emma lifts her back from the couch to give him easier access. “Tell me, darling, do you like seafood?”

His mouth grazes over her nipple, and Emma yanks on his hair, hard. “Is this your one personal question?”

“Aye.”

Emma rolls her eyes at the same time that she rolls her hips, and she thinks there must be some kind of metaphor for her life choices there.

“Love it.”

“Good,” he whispers as his warm hands run down her bare stomach and underneath the waistline of her shorts. “Then I insist you stay for dinner.”

And because Emma has been all into making stupid decisions over the past month, she does.

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best friend — jeon jungkook

includes — sub!jungkook, dom!reader, f!reader, pegging, very slight bondage, mommy kink, best friend au, very sweet aftercare, confessions, etc.

a/n — happy birthday jungkook!! i have been an army for 267 days so far, and hopefully more are to come. i’m super proud of you, and i hope you had an amazing birthday 🥺 also, i was tempted to title this junglebook instead of jungkook- but anyway, it’s 1.6k words of pegging jungkook with that sweet, sweet aftercare. enjoy!

a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes!!

“i want you to peg me.”

jungkook’s eyes widened at his own words. he realized the boldness of his words. his cheeks heat and redden, and he avoids your surprised eyes.

“i mean, you’re my best friend and i trust you with my life and you’ve been there for me for a long time and you’re the only person i trust to do this because-“ he rambles until you stop him with a small laugh.

“koo, it’s okay, slow down. you want me to peg you?” you ask, and he nods slowly. he’s known of you being dominant, and though he hates to admit it, he constantly finds himself wanting to be under you and he wants to be the one emitting the noises that he hears coming from your bedroom at least once a week.

“are you sure? i’m not going to do anything you’re unsure about.” you murmur and place a hand on his thigh, right above his knee. jungkook wasn’t a virgin by any means, he’s had his one night stands, as well as his relationships. but, he’s never had the chance to be taken care of or submissive in any situation, so he hoped you’d take on that role, being his best friend and all.

“yes, i’m sure. i want it to be you for my first time with ‘it’.” he whispers shyly. you give him a firm nod. “strip for me, then.” you order, and for a moment he forgot that the both of you were in your bedroom, and he gives a shy smile when he realizes. he stands up from your bed and follows your order. he’s clearly trying to tease as he slowly peels the shirt off of him and letting it fall to the floor.

he does the same with his loose joggers that hang low on his waist. he stops at his briefs, looking down and a bit embarrassed that you’ve barely even touched him and he’s so obviously affected by your minimal touch. “briefs too, koo.” you whisper, crossing to legs and reaching out to trace his obvious bulge with the tip of your finger. he whimpers cutely, flinching back a bit at the sensitive feeling.

he tugs off the briefs too, and uses his hands to cover himself. “you’re so adorable, kook.” you tease. “lay down for me?” you ask, standing up yourself so you can swap places. he instantly does what you say. “good boy.” you praise, pulling out a box from under your bed.

you give him a chance to peak and his eyes widen at all of the toys inside. as you’re tumbling through the box, he clears his throat and speaks up. “can we…. can we use the ribbon, too?” he asks, referring to the bright red ribbon in the box. you’re surprised for a moment before your mouth tugs up in a smirk.

“of course, baby boy. anything else?” you ask. he shakes his head no and reluctantly moves his hands away from covering himself and to his chest. you tug the ribbon from the box, and skillfully wrap it around his wrists and tie a small bow.

he clenches his thighs together as he tries to hide himself. “relax, baby.” you whisper, and he calms down a bit, keeping his legs down. “what would you like your safe word to be?” you ask, adjusting the harness on the strap-on you’d use. “um, blueberry?” he suggests. “that’ll work.” you shrug, stripping yourself of your own clothes. he has a look of adoration in his eyes as he watches you, doing his best to keep his cheeks from heating up.

you keep yourself in your simple underwear, pulling a small bottle of lube from the box as well. you pop the cap, and pour a good amount on to your fingers. “ready?” you ask, caressing the skin of his hips. “yes please.” he confirms.

you push his hips up a bit, and he raises his legs too. he feels a lubed finger press at his entrance, and he jolts a bit. your unoccupied hands clasped with his to calm him a bit. you push your finger in slowly, easing him into it. his eyes flutter shut slowly at the feeling. you continue your ministrations a few times, and you smile a bit when you hear him moan. you add another finger and pick up the pace a bit. “feeling good, kook?” you check in, and he nods his head quickly, fists balling as they sit cutely on his chest. “s-so good.” he whispers, subconsciously pushing his hips back onto your fingers. he jolts and squirms suddenly when he feels your fingers brush over something inside of him. “t-there! please, again!” he whines out.

teasingly, you scissor your fingers a few times, and you know you’ve touched it again when he jolts and let out a sultry moan. “hey!” he whines when you abruptly pull out your fingers. his protests are stopped when he sees you adjust the harness of the strap on your waist.

“you can still back out koo, i want you to be as comfortable as possible.” you tell him, standing in front of his hips. “y-yes. i still want to do it.” he nods, giving you a small smile to show he meant it.

you pull his hips towards the edge of the bed, and line up the toy with his rim. he feels it prod against his entrance, and whines, wanting you to hurry up. it comes quick enough though, because before long he feels the toy push past the right ring of muscle and enter him slowly. it feels weird at first, and he’s not used to it, but as you move bottom out, it goes away.

you push in and out a few times, and he moans as it starts to feel good for him. small whines are falling from his lips, and you pick up the pace and move faster and faster with each thrust. his sensitivity is through the roof, and it’s not long before he’s a panting and moaning mess underneath you.

his hips are pushing against yours as well, trying to get all the friction he can. “m-mommy…” he whimpers out, head falling back into the pillows. you smile down at him upon hearing the title. he opens his eyes momentarily but hey they only roll back as you go faster. he’s reduced to babbles of ‘mommy’ and whimpers. “s-so good-“ he whimpers out, chewing on his bottom lip trying to suppress his sounds.

“mm, baby, i wanna hear you,” you comment, delivering a particularly sharp thrust to his prostate. his mouth parts at that, moaning loudly in response.

your hand that wasn’t holding up one of his legs was curling around his cock, “s-sensitive!” he cries out, though he doesn’t try and pull away from the feeling. “are you getting close kookie? gonna cum for mommy and make a mess?” you ask, timing your hand with your thrusts.

“y-yes mommy,” he breathes. “g-gonna cum for you.” he says and his breathing increases, and his hands are clenching and unclenching around nothing. “c-cum- mommy…!” he struggles with his words and his back arches off the bed. his eyes roll as he cums and makes a mess on his tummy. eventually, you slow your movements and pull out of him slowly.

you untie the ribbon from his wrists. and take off the strap on. you make a mental note to clean it later, and put the ribbon back in the box and close it and slide it back to its hiding place. you waste no time in cleaning him up, you’re about to leave to get him a glass of water, but his arms hook around your waist. “koo, i’m just going to get you some water. will you be okay for a few seconds?” you ask, raking your fingers comfortingly through his hair. he groans but reluctantly removes his arms from your waist.

you speed walk towards the kitchen and grab a bottle of water, and go back to him. you get under the covers with him and he instantly clings to you. he allows you to help him drink the water, and goes back to cuddling you when you’re finished. “are you okay, koo? wanna go back to your room?” you ask, kissing his forehead. “no!” he answers quickly. “i mean, no, i’d like to stay in here…” he whispers, cheeks reddening. “you’re cute, koo.” you comment.

“can we talk?” he asks, fiddling with a thread on your underwear. “always, koo.” you murmur comfortingly. “well, i’m glad that you were the one to do… that, but i have something to tell you, but i don’t know how you’re going to take it.” he admits. you nod along to what he’s saying. “i like you, and probably even love you. but, i don’t wanna be a one night stand. i like it when you take care of me, and i wanna be able to cuddle you without being just friends. i wanna go on dates with you. i wanna kiss you and hug you i-“ he rambles in, but you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“i love you too, jeon jungkook. you will never be just a one night stand to me and i wanna do those things with you too. i didn’t think you felt the same, so i had all those one night stands to distract myself, which was admittedly hard since we’re roommates.” he smiles his signature bunny smile at you. “i love you.” he whispers again. “i love you too.”

[happyandticklish]

I Want To See You Smile - Part One

Notes: I decided to write something for the Gorillaz fandom, because I have fallen suddenly back into obsession over the band and needed to get it out of my system. I also would like to add that the fic holds some problematic themes concerning abuse, and that I am both aware of these themes and am working through them carefully. That being said, I hope you all enjoy! 

Summary: After a fateful encounter one day, Murdoc finds himself addicted to tickling his bandmate and doesn’t know why. 2D’s adorable reactions certainly aren’t helping. 

Murdoc wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. His face was flushed, his head was spinning, his heart was jackhammering wildly in his chest; all this from a chance encounter in the living room.

Maybe he was dying. He would have preferred that, honestly, to whatever the fuck this was.

He had discovered 2D’s body sprawled out lazily on their beaten up couch, gangly limbs thrown haphazard over its surface. In one of Murdoc’s hands was a bottle of something toxic he had just conjured up in the kitchen and in the other a journal in which he had planned to write either lyrics or obscene drawings in—he hadn’t quite decided which. Still, he couldn’t do either with the blue-haired idiot dozing off and claiming all the available seating space.

“Hey,” he said, slanting his eyes down in annoyance. “Dents. Move it.”

2D mumbled something indistinguishable in his sleep, but otherwise didn’t move. Murdoc frowned. He must really be out of it. Still, Murdoc had a mission and he wasn’t about to give up on it now. He leaned down, gripping his sides for a handhold as he attempted to shove him off. As he did, however, 2D shifted and squirmed under his touch, one hand unconsciously coming down to shove his hand away. Murdoc ignored him, readjusting his grip and tugging at his limp form. This time 2D let out a sleepy giggle, swatting at his hands once more.

“Stop,” he muttered incoherently. “It tickles.”

Murdoc’s eyes widened with realization. Ah. So that’s why he’d been acting so weird. He started to move his hands away, when an idea occurred to him—another way to get him to move. He smirked, keeping his hands on hips and squeezing with more purpose this time.

“C’mon 2D,” he teased in a low whisper. “I need to get on this couch.”

2D was moving more now, soft, breathy laughs echoing from his vocal chords, still not fully awake yet. If he was this ticklish asleep, Murdoc couldn’t imagine what he would be like awake. He squeezed again and again, poking and prodding at this one spot on his hips that had 2D spazzing. Finally, 2D’s eyes fluttered open and his frown of confusion quickly turned into a silly grin at the sensations dancing upon his skin.

“M-Muhuds?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “W-Whahat are yohou d-dohoing?”

“Getting you to move.”

“C-Cohouldn’t yohou h-hahave juhuhust ahahasked mehehe?”

“Eh. This was more fun.”

2D groaned sleepily, tired giggles slipping out unwarranted. That one spot on his hips, pursued relentlessly, was quickly becoming unbearable and his hands came down again to shove Murdoc off. Unfortunately, his grip wasn’t strong enough and he held onto Murdoc’s wrists uselessly. “Hehehe, ahaha, muhuhuds!”

“Hmm?”

“Ihihit—” 2D broke off, the tickling spiking suddenly and prompting a squeak from the man. “Ihihit tihihickles!”

“Does it now?” Murdoc teased, scratching his nails against the soft divot of skin contained there. “Well that’s quite an unfortunate situation, isn’t it?”

“Ah! Ohohohokay, ohohokay, I’ll mohohove!” 2D agreed eagerly, shoving desperately at his hands.

“Nah, I think it’s a bit too late for that now.” Murdoc hoisted a leg over him on the couch so he was no effectively straddling the other. “I’m having too much fun to stop now, and I think you need to learn your lesson about listening right away.”

 “Buhuhut yohou dihihidn’t ahahask—ahaha, nohohoho, ehehe, stahahap!”

2D fell into quick hysterics as Murdoc began ruthlessly pursuing his hips now, one hand on either side. 2D scrabbled fruitlessly to shove his hands off and when that failed he resorted to frantic squirming and writhing underneath him instead. “Wow, dents,” he muttered with a sarcastic leer. “I didn’t realize you were this sensitive. I’ll have to remember this for the future.”

“Stahaha—ahaha, ehehe, nohoho! Ihihi tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuch!” 2D’s laughter soon became a breathless stream of giggles, interspersed with hiccups here and there as he fought to control his body’s reactions. As Murdoc watched him, a strange flush began to creep its way up his neck and his stomach writhed with unexplained nerves. This was different from all those times he had tormented 2D in the past. This was something new and altogether unnerving, and Murdoc didn’t like it one bit. But even as he was tempted to stop, the sight of 2D begging and laughing under him was too appealing to quit now.

“You know, I distinctly remember Noodle being veeeery ticklish here when she was younger.” Murdoc secured one of his wrists in his hands, dragging it far above his head. “I wonder if it’s the same for you.” 

2D’s eyes widened and his struggling increased, giggling apprehensively as Murdoc’s fingers wiggled towards his defenseless pit.

“No, no, please, wait, no mohoHOHOHohore!”

2D shrieked when his fingers finally made contact, tugging frantically at his trapped arm. The other arm did its best to try to fend Murdoc off, but he would simply switch to a different spot until 2D moved to protect there instead; the second he did, however, Murdoc would simply move back to his underarms and the cycle would repeat once more.

Red-faced, writhing and babbling out incoherent pleas, 2D was quite a sight. Murdoc found himself so caught up in it that he hadn’t realized how intense he had gotten until 2D let out a frantic shriek and finally pulled his arm free. The sound snapped Murdoc out of his haze and he quickly rolled off the other, head spinning.

2D curled up on the couch, residual laughter spilling from his lips as he fought to regain some semblance of coherency. He gripped his torso protectively, skin tingling from the overload of sensation. “Hah… ha… ehehe… w-whahat was that?”

Murdoc had no answer, only that he needed to leave for fear of tickle jumping the poor man again. So instead he merely grunted, snatching up his alcohol and journal and stalking out the doorway, trying with everything in him to get the image of 2D in that helpless, strangely appealing state out of his head. 2D watched him go, confusion and leftover bliss swirling over his features.

Murdoc would have been happy to write that moment off as a one-off mess-up, a momentary lapse in judgement, had it not happened again after that. And again. And again. Every time he saw 2D, which was often when the band was squished together as it was, all he could think about was digging his fingers into his sides if only to hear that adorable yelp again.

His excuses were getting weaker as time went on, as well. “Wait, no, please!” 2D pleaded, noticing the fateful smirk on the other’s face as he backed him up against the wall. He had messed up some lyric or another during rehearsal, which at this point was all the justification Murdoc needed. The others looked on in confusion as 2d quickly fell into hysterics, Murdoc pinning him against the wall with his onslaught of tickling.

“Guhuhuys!” 2d cried, giggling wildly as Murdoc poked fingers rapid-fire into his sides. “Hehehelp m-mehehe!”

“Hey Murdoc, don’t you think we should leave him alone now?” Noodle asked hesitantly. “It wasn’t really his fault—we all mess up lyrics from time to time.”

“Lyrics?” Murdoc snapped, before remembering his original reasoning for the attack. “Yeah, well, this way he’ll learn not to do it again.”

Noodle frowned but otherwise did little to help him. It wasn’t until Russel placed a hand on his shoulder that Murdoc finally backed off. “We should probably get back to practice,” he said firmly, a warning note to his voice. Murdoc scoffed, releasing the other and letting 2D crumple to the ground in a trembling ball of nerves.

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, sitting back down and picking up the bass. “Let’s just get this damn song over with already.”

For every grievance imaginable, throughout the course of that strange and confusing month, 2D would find himself reduced to a squirming mess of limbs at the hands of none other than Murdoc Niccals—spent too long in the shower, called him a name, wasn’t fast enough when Murdoc asked him to get out of the way, finished the last of the potato crisps. Small, unpreventable things that ultimately Murdoc only cared about because it provided such ample excuse to wreck the other.

Over the course of that month, Murdoc also spent sufficient time trying to figure out the reason for his growing obsession. Each time he thought about it, however, a hot blush crept up his neck and a world of voices screamed at him inwardly what are you doing? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what it meant, nor why it was only tickling 2D in this way that made him feel like this. He hadn’t ever experienced anything like this in the past. Sure, he had teased and poked a couple of the girls and guys he’d dated in the past, but it was always quick, fleeting touches that ended almost instantly—just something to get a reaction. Now though, it was clearly something different. The sight of 2D shrieking and writhing under him made his body react in a way that was altogether different from how you would with your platonic bandmate whom you despised.

One night he got so fed up thinking about it that he decided to give up on sleep and head out to the kitchen to make himself something to take the edge off.

Who should he find but the man of the hour himself, the blue-haired bean pole, standing at the sink and pouring himself a glass of water.

As soon as he noticed Murdoc’s presence behind him 2D startled, quickly shutting off the faucet and edging away from him. “Oh hey, muds,” he greeted, that nervous, finnicky smile already taking over his features. Murdoc jammed his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t do anything.

“What are you doing up so late?” he grumbled, shoving past him and reaching for the various bottles of liquor littered over their countertop.

“Just getting a glass of water,” he replied cautiously. Murdoc simply grunted in response. Watching him cautiously, 2D continued to slink towards the doorway. He paused at the exit, however, hand on the doorframe. He curled his fingers in hesitation, before quickly whirling around to face the other once more.

“Aren’t you gonna…” 2D started before breaking off his sentence, clearly embarrassed.

Murdoc turned to face him, tossing back a glass of tequila—definitely not midnight appropriate, especially when he had to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for rehearsal. “Aren’t I gonna what?”

“You know…” 2D trailed off, blushing, before awkwardly wiggling his fingers a little as a demonstration.

That same, creeping red returned to his face and Murdoc stiffened. Still, he wasn’t about to let the little upstart get the upper hand, so he said, leaning back on the counter with fake confidence, “Why? Do you want me to?”

“No, but, I mean, not entirely—” 2D stopped himself, clearly thrown for a loop. “I just meant that usually you… you know, do that. Are you… not going to anymore?”

For some reason it hadn’t occurred to Murdoc that 2D would pick up on this recurring habit of his. To have it stated so bluntly was certainly a shock to his system. The two stood in that tiny kitchen, an uncomfortable energy in the air as the silence between them increased. Murdoc tongued the inside of his cheek, debating how to phrase his next sentence.

Before he could, 2D spoke up for him. “I don’t… uh, I don’t mind, that is.” He spoke cautiously, waiting for Murdoc to snap at him or throw something. When he did neither, 2d continued, “I prefer it, over the other stuff. Also it’s… it’s sort of fun, in a way.”

Murdoc slowly sat down his liquor bottle, narrowing his eyes at the other. “Are you saying you like it when I tickle you?”

2D shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Sort of? I mean, it gets sort of intense sometimes, but even that’s, uh—” He pressed his lips together, evidently deciding that whatever he would have said next would only make the situation worse. “I liked it, yeah. Whenever you’re, you know, tickling me, I sort of get the feeling that you like doing it. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me and that’s… nice.”

Murdoc stared at him. The confession was so brutally honest in a way that only 2D could ever pull off. For some reason, that made him angry. He took a couple steps forward and 2D instinctively scuttled backwards. “Listen. I don’t tickle you because I ‘like spending time with you’, or whatever it is you’re going on about. I was doing it because—” he broke off, sneering at his own verbal incompetence. The real reason, the reason why he couldn’t get the image of 2D laughing, 2D happy, out of his head for weeks on end, floated at the edges of his consciousness. He chose to ignore it, as he did most things that made him uncomfortable. “I did it because I fucking wanted to, alright? And it has nothing to do with you or any kind of bond you think we’ve built. I do what I like, and your job is to shut the fuck up and leave me be, got it?”

2D matched his intense glare, face darkening. Where before there had been fear in his face, now there was only resignation. “Yeah. Got it.”

He snatched his water off the table, nearly fumbling and dropping it. Luckily, he managed to catch it just in time, though not without some leftover embarrassment. His drink retrieved and his smooth exit ruined, he proceeded to stalk moodily out of the kitchen.

The second he was gone Murdoc exhaled shakily, all the fight going out of his limbs. He leaned back against the counter for support, slowly sinking down to the ground. The cold linoleum felt good against his bare skin, and he chose in that moment to forget about all the crumbs and grime most likely littering the floor.

He rubbed his heels against his temples, replaying the conversation over and over again in his head like some kind of broken record player. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me… It was stupid. Murdoc had never cared about the other man’s opinion before.

So why did those words make him feel like crying?

[nochiquinn]

exandria unlimited episode FINAL: there are no endings here

(hey if you’ve ever reblogged these saying you enjoyed them or sent me asks about liking them thank you so much I am just yelling into the void but it’s nice to know the void appreciates it)

I am not prepared

aabria what

MATT WHAT

here's hoping that sets the tone (MATT)

"we respect a crit in this house"

I miss my bluetooth earbuds, I want snacks

this is the first outfit of aimee's that I Do Not Understand, that looks like the least comfortable thing to sit in for four hours

I step away for two seconds and matt rolls a natural twenty (on initiative)

map?

MAP!

who invited ruin ruin

Big Cool Fuckboy

THAT is some spellcasting flavor

SCATLING GUN

[sydnee mcelroy voice] fecal-oral route

"what did you call me?!" "nuthin" I love this motherfucker so much

GROUND TENTACLES

sweet potanope

hwat

"I'm going to kill you all." "noted."

"y'all are cute as hell" correct

yeah MATT how do those legendary actions feel on the other side of the table?!

I'm not bitter

the saddest aimee

"it's an 11, but I'm pissed off about it"

the most badly

I wonder how much of this game has been influenced by aimee not being familiar with the game and nobody being able to sit next to her and help (it would probably be liam)

back OFF creepy lady

opal frustrates me sometimes but I love every time aimee and aabria do the thing

back to back

aabria does have some serious cyberpunk vibes going on

mote of possibility but like...more??

(sometimes I miss watching in the archives where I could pause and go bonkers in my notes without worrying about keeping up)

WOLFEARNE

BIG OL' BITE

human teeth dice

aabria's squeaky gasp at "it's a throat bite"

WHY DOES IT HAVE A FACE

WHY IS IT A HAND

"this is fucking cool. I hate it." matt saying what I said every episode at the tail end of c2

dariax is literally too dumb to be tempted

YE

"I didn't realize what I was doing until just now"

"I AM BECOME VAX"

the advent children reference

"doody poopoo plus four"

leave my boy ALONE

[chasing the spider queen away from dorian with a broom]

"fuck off" YEAH

same vibes as magnus’ “I’d fucking hate it, shut the fuck up”

aabria vs matt's bless

aimee looks like a cat stuck in a vase I'M SORRY

"I'd kiss you but I'm invisible"

I left for TWO SECONDS what did she do to dorian

aabria angry

"I can't hear you, I'm unconscious"

liam is carrying this ENTIRE combat on orym's tiny halfling back

"add a d4" "goddammit"

"I get to be the clippy of this game!"

fearne direwolf supremacy

that's so many dice

the literal SOUND of so many dice

right in the FACE

this is what matt was saving all his good rolls for

somebody save dorian

NOW WHAT

"I like it less!

HWAT

EXCUSE ME

WHOMST

APOTHEOSISTER

my longest "no dorian" ever

hey at least it resets his death saves!

"he's DEAD no BLESS"

"I forgot you when he fell" he only has room for one brain cell and it is focused on dorian

dariax!!

oh I don't like that

"I hate that! I HATE THAT!" mood

I don't like anything that's happening right now

fuck all the way off

"do I do the mean thing?" "NO!" "yes!!"

"I RESCIND MY EXCITEMENT"

"don't worry I'll kill him for you" "thanks"

"gonna fly back up to my boy"

"what's it gonna cost me?" "AN ACTION"

hi I didn't ask to cry tonight

(we all knew I was gonna cry tonight)

aimee :(

matt getting aimee to verify his 20

"blood of the mountain in me, bitch"

I love him

oh no the cleric

I mean also dariax but oh no the cleric

I remember what happened the last time there was no cleric

BARKOUR

mister :(

"do it" matt you fucking chaos gremlin

YE

"I just want to touch dariax somehow" the rituals are intricate

"you have failed me for eight weeks" [rolls it again anyway]

"my dead friend told me to"

dislike

gay

I mean gay but also dislike

"we're starting over, it's a dating sim now"

aabria just clicking the nails

CUDDLE PUDDLE that's a dad swear

FINALLY

the writers are SO good

"HOLD ME"

"put spider bitch back on the phone"

OH liam's wearing the pride shirt

I'm so soft for everyone encouraging aimee's roleplay decisions

OPAL

goth queen opal GO

I need an animated series of this so hard

aimEE

everyone approaching opal so carefully

not as an enemy but just as a friend who is Not Okay

OH LIKE A GOLEM

sigrun changing the meaning of nith's name vibes

(please read edda-earth)

I'm just so incredibly affected by the idea of everybody coming together to literally define everything that their friend is, everything that ties her to her sister and connects her sister to the world

"he doesn't realize it's a head" dariax

praying to the universe at large

"for another time" this is the last episode give me the angst lore

(I know there's a wrap-up coming I just have THEORIES that I want VALIDATED)

misterrrr

"you were doing murderbites"

"I don't feel evil"

"we end" "no"

ashley "four more hours" johnson

[bangs fists on table] season two, seasON TWO

I love him

I love this

I love this whole idea

opal just immediately throwing in that she's staying with them, no hesitation

(dariax immediately committing to taking care of opal and everyone agreeing just as quickly)

"let's just keep going" lays in the floor

"as long as I'm with you" lays in the floor harder

“FIRST SEASON” IMPLIES MORE SEASONS

“I didn’t kill ANY of you and I wanted to SO BADLY”

makeup!!

season two mob story

[love-toxin]

PLEASE tsung nsfw alphabet i am on my knees begging

your wish is my command ✨

A = Aftercare

Tsung loves aftercare, though that doesn’t mean he’s always the best at it. Sometimes he’s too overbearing, or hugs you too tight after something more intense, but for the most part he’s very sweet and will dote on you hand and foot. 

B = Body Part

He thinks his hands are the most impressive part of him, which isn’t saying much. In truth, it’s just one of the few things about him that he doesn’t think are ugly or useless, since he’s got skilled fingers and strong muscles that have built up over the years. He likes your smile the most, whether it’s because it arouses him in the moment or not. 

C = Cum

His cum is pearly and oddly not that bitter, though it tends to spurt out in globs that make quite the mess if he doesn’t aim quite right. He loves it the most when you let him do it all over your face, and the expressions you make when he dirties your beautiful skin--and even when you whine about him getting it in your hair. 

D = Dirty Secret

If you’re sharing a bed, then there’s very little chance that you’ll be undisturbed while you sleep. Whether he takes pictures of you, talks to you, or gets himself off using your hand or your mouth if he thinks he can risk it, you’ll be at the mercy of Tsung’s desires the moment you close your eyes. 

E = Experience

He hasn’t really got any. He’s had crushes and a girlfriend or two when he was young, but he’s been out of the dating scene for most of his life and has never really had a steady, long-term relationship before. And with his parents being the way they are, he’s never gotten to choose who he’s dated, which makes being with you all the more exciting for him. 

F = Favourite Position

Any position where he can be ridden is preferable, though it’s embarrassing for him to admit and he probably won’t mention it the first few times you have sex. But he likes it when you have the control, and you can choose to pin his wrists down and make him do as you wish if you like, which is definitely a fantasy he adores but keeps entirely to himself. 

G = Goofy

It’s not his natural go-to, but he can be pretty silly if the moment presents itself. If something happens to break the mood or you get a little giggly, he’ll let any seriousness slide by and tease you a bit or crack a little joke just to make you laugh. 

H = Hair

He’s got a bit of hair, but it’s nowhere near enough to need more than a trim every so often. He doesn’t even really have leg or arm or chest hair, so what he does have is so thin and wiry that it barely even counts. 

I = Intimacy

He always tries to be romantic, selfless, and loving, and that certainly extends to your intimate times. If he isn't pleasing you right he wants to know, and if you're not in the mood after awhile he wants to know that, too. Your bedroom is an open line of communication, which Tsung takes great pride in. 

J = Jack Off

He’ll masturbate about once or twice a week when you’re together, mostly just on occasions when you’re apart or you’re sleeping and he doesn’t want to wake you--if he’s just obsessing over you from afar, though, he could do it anywhere from 1-3 times a day depending on how often he’s thinking of you. 

K = Kinks

He likes to partake in voyeurism, orgasm denial, forced orgasms,  panty sniffing, somnophilia, and dominant/submissive dynamics. 

L = Location

He likes doing it in the shower. The cleanup is easy and the hot water cascading down his skin is a nice change, though he just has to get used to avoiding accidents by slipping or moving you up too fast. 

M = Motivation

Watching you sleep is a huge turn-on for him, as guilty as he feels admitting it. The sight of you all tuckered out and peaceful as you cuddle into your pillow makes him want to do unspeakable things to you--things that might make you sick to your stomach if you ever found out. 

N = No

He won't hit, cut, burn, or bruise you intentionally during sex. Anything that causes you harm, even if he might be tempted by it outside of the bedroom, won't even be considered by him while you're sharing an intimate moment. He just doesn't think there's a place for it during such a vulnerable time together. 

O = Oral

He likes being forced to go down on you, especially if you're shoving his head down yourself and getting on his case if he doesn't use his tongue properly. But sucking him off is just as enjoyable, if not moreso when he gets to see how sweet and sweaty you look trying to deepthroat his pathetic, oversensitive cock.

P = Pace

He usually starts off fast, but slows it down to try and savour it until he starts approaching the end. By the time you're ready to cum, he'll have abandoned his attempts to take it all in and let his hips do the talking for him. 

Q = Quickie

He likes them, surprisingly. It’s less the act itself that he finds so appealing, but more the fact that he has someone he loves that he can do it with. Besides, getting so hot and bothered that neither of you can stay your lust enough to wait is extremely appealing even to the stiffest people, so he’ll be eager to indulge whenever you have an inkling towards it. 

R = Risk

He's willing to try something new if you are, and he can take a lot before he hits his limit. Whether it involves physical pain or emotional strain, his resilience is high enough that you can dare to try a lot of things if you want to introduce them into the bedroom. 

S = Stamina

He's got enough stamina that he can manage the exertion of a few rounds, but after that he'll be toast until he can have some rest or even take a nap in between. Just give him time to recharge, and he'll last for a long time. 

T = Toys

Despite wanting a fleshlight to aid his unquenchable fantasies about you, he's never been brave enough to buy one. But he'd be okay with you owning some or buying them for the bedroom, as long as they're not too intimidating for someone like him. 

U = Unfair

He doesn’t tease you too much because he just likes to focus on your pleasure, and whether what he’s doing is exciting you in the ways that he hopes for. If he practices beforehand and the mood is right, he might be a little more teasing than he normally would, but for the most part it doesn’t happen very often. 

V = Volume

He's quiet in the sense that he's not a screamer or an especially loud moaner, but he whines and begs a lot which can grow into a steady stream of babbling that you won't be able to stop. Lucky for you, he won't mind all that much if you decide to gag him to keep your business to yourselves--and maybe you can tie up his wrists to the bedframe, too, just to add the icing on top. 

W = Wildcard

The first real, precious treasure that he’ll have added to his shrine will be a pair of your underwear. He’ll have laid them out on a silken cloth below the photos he’s pasted up of you, and though he’ll force himself not to use them and risk getting cum all over the fabric, he’ll make it a ritual to bring them to his face and sniff them before he starts his day. If he’s especially lonely or misses you, he’ll even test the boundaries with a gentle lick against the little wet spot you’ve left in them. 

X = X-Ray

He’s about 6 inches long, a bit on the thicker side but not by much. Since he doesn’t have too much hair down there, it’s easy to see how pale his skin is compared to how red and flushed his cock looks, especially towards the tip that feels hot to the touch. He curves up a little, too. 

Y = Yearning

His drive is pretty solid. He can at least handle a session once a day, but if you can egg him on and keep him going then he can probably keep up a few more times for a couple days before he gets worn out. 

Z = Zzz

He can stay awake for a fairly long while after having sex the first time, and he'll often wait until you fall asleep before he follows close behind. He likes to make sure that you're comfortable and cozy before he dares to let his guard down. 

[octavi-nelle]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡!—

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬—

When Riddle found out he had a crush on you, he froze. No way, he couldn't have a crush on you, you were the exact opposite of his tastes. He wanted someone who followed the rules, got top marks, and who was obedient, and you were not any of those. You reminded him of Ace, an absolute headache to deal with plus you were stupid. But for some reason you made his heart race, and his cheeks flush a deep red, more red than any of the roses could compare.

"Y/N! We need to talk, now." As he walked up to you, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, he was more nervous than ever, this was one of the few times he'd talked to you, given that he could barely think whenever you came around. "Eh? But she's hanging with us Riddle!" He heard Ace's voice, only looking up to glare at him, his eyes spoke for him, and they shut him up as well. "Mm, okay. Let's go then." You followed him as he went into the lounge of the dorm.

"Sooo.. what did ya wanna talk 'bout?" You scanned his body, making him even more nervous, if that was possible, he gripped tightly to his uniform, his knuckles starting to turn white, he was sweating like he'd just ran 20 miles and his face, oh god, it was redder than any apple in the world. "Ah.. u-uhm, well.. I-I have been m-meaning to tell y-you t-that.." he was so close, the words were on the tip of his tongue. If he'd say them, you could be his, maybe, but it was worth the chance right?

"I've been meaning to tell you that I need your help painting the roses!" Shit, he didn't say it. "Oh? Is that it? I'd be happy to help ya Riddle! You just gotta ask." You gave him a bright smile and he swore that his heart stopped. You waved him goodbye and ran off to paint the roses.

He didn't make you his today, maybe he'd try again tomorrow.

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫—

Trey knew that he'd had a crush on you from first glance, it was like "love at first sight" type of thing for him. When you two had greeted each other at first year, he'd thought you were pretty cute, nothing too serious, but as time went on you only got more and more beautiful. Each year was like you'd grown into more and more of a goddess, you were perfect in his eyes. More beautiful than the Evil Queen herself.

He'd always treated you with his sweets that he made whenever Riddle was away, and he loved the bright smile and praise you'd always give him. It filled him with great pride knowing that the one he loved enjoyed his treats.

"Ah! Y/N, I thought I'd find you here." He ran up to you, you were sitting near the roses that he'd guessed you just got finished painting for Riddle. "Oh, hey Trey. What's up?" He carefully made sure that he'd hidden the box behind his back, he was nervous, I mean how couldn't he be? He was giving pretty much a confession to his crush!

"Oh.. uhm, well I got you this while I was out earlier.. I h-hope you like it." You seemed overjoyed that he'd thought of you and gotten you something, as you took the box into your hands, you placed it down and jumped up to hug him, "Thank you Trey! I'll make sure to return the favor!"

You pulled away and grabbed the box, waving him goodbye and running back into the dorm. Soon enough he'd be able to give you an actual confession, and he couldn't wait until he gathered up that courage.

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝—

Cater was a little scared when he found out that he liked you, I mean a lot of people thought he was something of a Playboy, what if you thought the same!? But his worry quickly washed away when you two became the best of friends, you two had tons of pictures of the two of you, either on his phone or yours. Eventually the entire Heartslabyul dorm thought you two were dating! He was more than happy to say the least, I mean you were so close to being his.

"Hey Cater! Let's take a picture, the roses are all painted so it'd look perfect!" You whipped out your phone, getting ready to take a picture with him. He smiled and walked over to you, leaning down a bit so that he wouldn't look too much taller than you. *Snap* "Ah! The picture looks perfect Cater!" You smiled as you looked down at the picture, now was the perfect time to make his move.

"Yeah, only cause you were in it." That was a little cheesy and dumb, but hey it was still cute, right? You giggled and pushed him playfully, "Oh stop it Cater! You look amazing too!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, "No way, you're way better looking than me." He leaned down, ready to kiss you.

"Cater! Y/N! Finish painting these roses! They aren't even close to finished!" You two were snapped out of your dazes when Riddle's voice screamed at you two, "W-what.. but I coulda sworn they were all red.." most of the roses were still white, when just a second ago they looked red.

"Well they're not so finish!" Riddle stormed away as you two got back to work. He'd get that kiss later, no matter what.

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚—

Ace was worried about having a crush on you, he wasn't good with this romance stuff! He was tempted to ask his older brother for help, but decided against it, he could do this himself!

..or so he thought. He was worse at this than he thought, he seemed to only know how to tease you and try to make you blush with dumb words or stupid jokes, "Haha, you're so dumb Ace!" You smacked his arm gently and laughed, he smiled to himself, hey even if you did call him dumb he made you laugh! "Hey! I'm not dumb, I'm funny!" He retorted back, which only made your laughter grow louder.

As you two headed back to Heartslabyul, he couldn't get you off his mind, even when you were next to him. He tried his hardest to brush your hands against each other's multiple times, maybe accidentally gosling hands and then staying that way, he snuck quick glances at you, trying to take in all of your features. You looked so peaceful and beautiful as you two walked silently. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sky was a mix of orange and yellow, the clouds were barely there, and the sun was beginning to set. It was perfect, a perfect time to confess to you.

"H-hey Y/N.." he stopped and looked away from you, trying to avoid your eyes, "Hm? What is it Ace?" You stepped closer to him, making him sweat heavily. "I've been meaning to tell you something.. just c-come closer.." you nodded and got closer and closer to him, until your bodies were touching.

He looked up into your eyes, looking for some kind of similar feeling inside of them, but eventually he got to nervous and pushed you away, running away from you. You were left there confused and ran after him, but you were too slow. He'd already reached his share room.

Damnit, he got too nervous. At least there was always tomorrow.

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞—

Deuce was a wreck when he figure he liked you, he thought that you'd never like him back. He was a former delinquent plus he was pretty dumb! (he eventually accepted that.) How was he supposed to impress a beautiful, smart girl like you!?

He called his mother multiple times, telling her all about you, or at least what he knew, how good of friends you were, but most importantly what to do since he really liked you and he definitely didn't want to screw up or miss his chance.

His mother only said to play it cool and try to make you smile or laugh. He could do that, he told himself lots of prep in the early morning, readying himself to see you, even if Ace told him to shut up.

"Hey Y/N! Good morning." You looked over at him, giving him a smile, "Good morning Deuce! How'd you sleep?" He could feel his heart pounding, you were so nice to him, compared to what he's used to from others, "I slept good. What about you?" He wanted to add the 'beautiful' at the end, but decided not to. "Good, ready for today?" He nodded and blushed as you took his hand into yours.

As you two walked towards the main building, his hands started to sweat, much to his embarrassment, "Ah! S-sorry my hands are s-sweaty Y/N.." he wiped his hands onto his blazer, turning away from you. "It's okay Deuce, I don't mind." You took his hand back, and he couldn't help it anymore.

He pulled you into a kiss, but quickly pulled away. "I-I'm sorry!" He ran away into his class, leaving you a flustered and blushing mess, but happy that you got a kiss from him.

[anightflower]

Come and Find Me

Chapter Two: Paint It Black

Hello Loves! Just to let everyone know, my chapters go from flashbacks to present day! Thank you all for sticking with me and I am sorry this chapter is posted a bit late! 

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of Gore, violence, swearing

Read Chapter One Here 

He had spent several hours outside your window, trying to figure out the next phase of his plan. But once the Doctor had arrived and swept you into his arms, he had decided to go home. Not back to his apartment, that was the place he resided. His home was a place nobody could know about. 

It was a place for only him and his mentor Drew. 

He walked into the kitchen to find Drew cleaning up his knives. “Hey little brother, out with your girl again?” Drew asked with a mischievous smile. 

Little brother was Drew’s nickname for the boy, they weren’t blood-related, but being 7 years younger than Drew, he had taken the boy under his wing.

“Yeah, until her stupid fucking doctor came.” the boy replied. 

“Don’t worry about the Doctor, your time will come.” Drew reassured. “Come, sit, I just finished up making dinner.” 

The boy sat down, pushing aside Drew’s papers so he had space to eat.

“Ah, ah,ah, you’re going to want to look at those. Those papers contain all the fun things you need to know. I’m not teaching you all of this for nothing huh?” Drew smiles, placing the papers back in front of the boy, alongside a bowl of stew.

“Do you really think this will work?” The boy asked, glancing over Drew’s explicitly written notes.

“Don’t worry little brother, this whole thing is trial and error.” Drew reassured. “Don’t be intimidated I’ve had this whole thing planned for a while and she won’t be the first, she can be our finale-” Drew was interrupted by a scream. He rolled his eyes. “Goddamnit, this bitch just never shuts up. I wanted to surprise you with her, but now she spoiled it.” 

The boy gave Drew a curious look. Drew chuckled. “Come on little brother I will show you.” Drew led the boy down to their basement. “After she’s gone, I’ll soundproof the basement better. I just needed an idea of how loud these whores will scream.”

The color drained from the boy’s face as his gaze fell on the woman. She was tied to Drew’s metal table, she looked like one of the frogs that the Boy had to set up for dissection for Professor Irving’s class, except she was very much alive, and slightly bloodied. 

“Meet trial number one little brother, she looks quite like your girl huh? I think all of em’ should just so you can be prepared for your finale with her.” Drew turned to the Boy. “Surprise.”

“How long has she been missing?” the Boy asked, panicked. How could Drew not warn him? “Relax, like I said she’s trial one. Just a corner whore, no one will even notice she is gone. The next one will be the real challenge, I want to find one exactly like your girl and I already found her, this one we will just pump and dump. Did you get those chemicals from your professor like I asked?” 

The Boy nodded “It all in my backpack.” The Boy couldn’t drag his eyes away from the girl on the table. Yes she had your hair and eye color, but she was a hideous thing compared to you. A mere whore could never compare to you. “If she’s a whore I don’t want to touch her. I’ll try the next one.”

Drew huffed. “Fine, you only have to watch this time virgin boy. But next time, I expect you to be hands on. I’m not doing all this work for nothing.”

The Boy’s face was emotionless the whole time he watched Drew, even when the blood spurted, even when the girl looked at him, pleading for help. Even when she stopped breathing and the chemicals he brought were used to melt her flesh. 

The Boy felt nothing.

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There was an extra flounce to your step as you made your way to your favorite cafe. Maybe it was because you had successfully hired a few new employees to help your company flourish, maybe it was because one of them had already settled a new deal in Ohio, or maybe it was because you knew Spencer was coming back from a case today. 

Hell, you had just had a fantastic day and you needed to update Ava and grab your favorite mocha latte to top it off. And maybe it was your 4th coffee of the day, but so what?

Your face lit up even more when you saw Ava. “Hello my darling best friend.” You said causing Ava to grin. 

“Hey there babe, what’s got you so preppy today?” Ava asked. 

“Well, let’s see; I hired 3 new employees who already are fantastic, one of which already booked us a design job in Ohio. Oh and my superhero hot boyfriend is coming home from a case tonight.” You grinned.

Ava rolled her eyes. “I still can’t believe you told him I call him that. I wanted to dissolve into the floor and simultaneously kick your ass.” She laughed. “As for the new employees, are any of them hot? Single? Oh and Ohio is good I guess.” 

You giggled. “Well Thomas is incredibly handsome, but I am afraid his soon to be husband might want to have a word with you if you try anything. As for the other two, Aiyla and May, I think you’ll find them stunning and single.” 

Ava wiggled her eyebrows. “Don’t tempt me girl, you know I swing both ways. Anyway, grab a seat, I’ll grab your coffee and bring it out to you. I get off early today so we can actually talk to each other rather than me hopping back and forth between the counter. James gets to hold down the fort with Emma and the newbie Jane today.”

“Well, maybe Jane will help him get out of his shell.” You hoped. Ava shrugged. 

“Maybe, anyway, Ohio?” Ava questioned.

 “Oh! Yes. My new minions are sketching our designs as we speak. The company is called Ohio technological, a very original name yes-” You said as Ava snorted. “But they’re trying to create an office space like Google, however I am going to one up that and add my own spin to it. Also your girl has a fantastic budget from this company and I am being paid bank!” You squealed.

Ava squealed with you, grabbing your hands and squeezing them tight. “(Y/N) that’s fantastic! I am so proud of you girl, you’ve been working so hard on this and I am so glad it’s all working out.” 

“There is one downside though.” You said with a sigh. “I have to get my plans to them by next week and once they approve of them, I have to head to Ohio for three weeks. After that I will just have Thomas overlook the project and tie up any loose ends. Either him or I will have to fly down and check in on the progress every couple weeks until then.”

 “Could be worse though.” Ava shrugged.

“That’s true, but Spencer and I have been dating for almost 3 months and half the time we can’t see each other. I’m worried that the distance will ruin us.” You confessed.

 Ava's face went completely serious and she grabbed your arm gently. “(Y/N, I have never seen a boy more in love with you. You have never seemed happier in your life. You two will make it work I promise. You’re both so in love it makes me sick.” You snorted out a laugh and Ava smirked.

 “Like I said, if he has a brother-” 

“AVA.” You groaned.

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The boy burst through the door, startling Drew. 

“Yo, what the fuck man?” Drew hissed. 

“She’s leaving. Fuck, fuck, fuck Drew. She’s leaving.” The Boy slammed the door shut, he leaned against it and slid down, hiding his face in his hands. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey little bro, take a breath, what happened?” Drew came over and pushed the boy’s hands away from his face.

“She’s leaving me Drew. For three weeks! She’s going to Ohio for THREE WEEKS. 21 days, almost a month! I won’t see her and when I do she will probably be with that goddamn doctor! What do I do?” The boy cried. 

“That fucking whore, it’s like she knows she’s making you suffer. She’s probably reveling in it. Don’t worry. While she’s gone, we will perfect our craft and get you ready. Then when she comes back you’ll strike.” 

Drew reassured the Boy, pulling him in for a hug.The Boy pulled away, dragging an arm across his tearful eyes. 

“You promise?” 

“I swear it.” Drew growled. 

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Present Day

“Garcia what did you find?” Reid asked, pleading that it would be a reliable lead. 

“Something that you won’t really like Reid.” Garcia said seriously, her usually bouncy personality was flat. “Something about your gift irked me, I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but then I remembered; the Curtis case.” 

Spencer’s heart fell into his stomach. The Curtis case had happened a few months after Spencer had started dating you. It had happened right here in Quantico, which terrified Spencer, especially since you fell perfectly under the unsubs victimology; 20-30 year old females with (Y/C/H) and (Y/E/C), successful middle class women who lived alone for one reason or another. You had luckily been out of town for a business trip at the time, working on an office design for a company in Ohio. 

Spencer remembered a phone call he had with you one night during the case. He had called you after finding yet another dead victim, raped and torn to pieces, whore scribbled all over their wall in their blood. It had made him sick, because all he could picture was you in their place.

It was late when he called you, but he had just needed to hear your voice and know you were okay. “Hi baby, are you alright?” Your voice was sleepy, but concerned, you had kept up with the news and had heard about the horrible murders going on while you were gone.

 “Not really, but I just needed to hear your voice. There’s a sick selfish part of me that is so glad that you aren’t here (Y/N). All of these girls look so much like you-” Spencer paused, you could hear the tears in his voice. “I just am so glad you are safe, I don’t think I could focus as well on this case if I knew you could possibly be in danger.”

 “Aw Spencer, I am so sorry baby. You aren’t sick or selfish for wanting me to be safe, everyone focuses on the safety of those they love, it’s only human. I know you are going to catch this guy, you are the most brilliant man and agent I have ever met. Just don’t tell your team I said that, I don’t want a bad reputation before they even meet me.” You teased, trying to lighten his dark mood.

 It had worked slightly as you heard him let out a small laugh followed by a sniffle. “Listen Spence, I can stay here a bit longer if it will help you focus, but when I come home I am taking self-defense classes and such. I want you to have a sane mind knowing that your girlfriend actually can handle herself. I honestly think it will help me keep sane too, after hearing everything about this case.” 

Spencer paused and thought for a second, part of him wanted you as far away as possible, while the other part just wanted you in his arms. “I appreciate you considering me, but I want the ultimate decision to be made by you Princess, I trust your judgement and I don’t want you living your life based on my fear.” 

You breath caught in your throat at the sentiment. “I love you Spencer Reid.” 

“I love you more (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” A true smile beamed across his face, you guys had never said that to one another before and it meant just as much over the phone as it would in person.

Spencer flashed back to the present. “Andrew Curtis is in jail right now with three life sentences, how could this have anything to do with his case?”

 Garcia cringed a bit, “His calling card.” The words hit Spencer like a ton of bricks, how could he have not seen it before?

The gift box, the red bow, the eyes scratched out of the picture, that was exactly what Curtis had sent to his victims before they were attacked by him. Most of the women had thought it was a prank, a way to scare them into submission, they were incredibly wrong.

“So what could it be, a copycat?” Emily asked.

 “That is a possibility, they are using the exact same delivery company Andrew Curtis used, I found this on the security footage.” Garcia pulled up an image of a man wearing a uniform; it was a hideous orange color with the words “Swiftly Delivered” on it, khaki shorts, and white tennis shoes. 

“You think the company would have shut down or at least redesigned their hideous uniform after all the association with Curtis.” Emily mumbled.

“Well, I think in this case it’s lucky they didn’t, that way we could easily find the connection.” JJ said.

 “How could something like that have gotten cleared by security?” Rossi wondered aloud. “You think someone would have possibly recognized it, the case is still pretty fresh.” 

“Well, the box had no threat, no weapons, they must have just scanned it and sent it through. Alyssa was the one who brought it up with the rest of the mail. She said nothing seemed off about it when she brought it up, she just thought it was someone who was sweet on our pretty boy.” Morgan explained.

“Everyone is just so invested in my love life that we miss obvious clues.” Spencer growled frustrated.

“Well, at least we have a lead.” Hotch interrupted. “JJ, Morgan, I need you guys to head over to Swiftly Delivered. Ask them about their past customers and see if they can remember our unsub. Emily, you and Reid head over to (Y/N)’s apartment and see if you can find anything. Rossi and I are going over to talk to Curtis.”

“Hotch, I need to talk to Curtis.” Reid protested. “If he knows anything about (Y/N)-”

“No Reid. You know (Y/N)’s apartment better than anyone. You will notice if anything is wrong.” Hotch explained sternly.

“Hotch-” Reid argued. 

“No. I don’t trust Curtis, he seemed too interested during his original case. If he knows something, I can’t have him getting under your skin. Reid’s head fell in defeat. “But-” Reid’s head shot back up. “If you guys finish before us. Meet us at the prison.” Hotch ordered. 

Hope filled Reid’s eyes.

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