so ive been rewatching criminal minds from season 1 ofc for the past few days ever since i got disney last week and ive been thinking, how the hell did i ever watched this series when i was in elementary school😭 i was a kid watching this gore, sensitive series and i loved it hahahahahs still love it until now tbh but i was just wondering lmao
people are confused “unsolicited criticism in fanfics is rude” with “fanfics are above criticism.” no one says fanfics are above criticism. what we’re saying is that, unless an author specifically asks for feedback and criticism, unsolicited criticism is rude, because unlike anything else that you pay to consume and therefore can rightfully be criticized, fanfics are free and they are someone’s hobby. authors are kind enough to share what they write as their hobbies with you for free. you don’t have to like these fics. you can click away from a fic you don’t like at any point you want. but—again, unless specifically and directly asked by an author—it’s rude to tell someone, who is kind enough to allow you free access to their house, their art, that their fics should have been xyz.
so no, fanfics are not above criticism. just like how a gift someone gives you is not above criticism.
but giving fanfics unsolicited criticism is rude. just like how it’s rude to tell someone that you don’t like the gift they gives you for free, out of kindness.
Leon coos right against your ear in a pleading voice, as if he isnt buried inches deep inside your cunt, and you just hum, already too fucked-out to respond, then without warning his hips snap forward again, driving and rubbing that impossible thickness through your sensitive walls, making you suck in a sharp breath.
"Just one more. I know you've got it in you."
you couldn't answer him; couldn't form words through the delirium, instead, your eyes roll back into the back of your head, making your vision swim with stars, and you manage a shattered whisper, "too much, too—much, leon."
he stills for a heartbeat, hovering over you, his chest heaving and slick with sweat, and you feel him throb inside you, and for a moment he stays like that and just groans, giving you a chance to recover.
then as if tired of waiting, he pulls his cock out of your hole, in a slow -- torturous, movement, the sudden emptiness makes your hole clench almost instantly then he drives back inside you, with one brutal, claiming force that steals the breath straight from your lungs.
fuck, you cant do this you think to yourself.
and, if you were being completely honest you've lost count of how many times he's made you cum tonight—
five, six?
you didn’t know, and even your body couldn’t tell anymore, because currently every nerve ending inside your frame was raw, sparking, and oversensitive to the point that it was bordering on pain—and even then, you hadn’t told him to stop, because this pain was the most delicious thing you had tasted in your entire life.
and him?
he's been a monster tonight, edging himself for hours, watching you fall apart beneath him, while he stayed iron-hard inside you, without cumming once, talk about being a hypocrite.
"Leo—I seriously can't, I dont think I--" your voice comes out as a sob and you try to squirm away from him your thighs trembling where they were trapped against his shoulders, but he doesnt let you move, instead his palm spreads wide across your lower belly, pressing you down with firm, possessive weight, and you feel it, the obscene bulge of his cock imprinted against your abdomen from the inside, and as you look down at your belly where his palm is resting, the visual makes you whimper in a low moan, "fu--fuck, leon."
he smiles, nodding at you, as if he understood what you were feeling, and as he stared down at you, where you were joined, he grunts at how obscene and filthy it looked.
he realized how ruined you were for him, and he gave you a crooked grin. “yes, you can,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest. “just... fuck, stop moving, let me—”
so you do, you force yourself still, though your muscles were quivering, your legs draped heavy over his broad shoulders like dead weight, and suddenly you're sobbing openly, your tears starts tracking into your hair, pleasure so sharp it's tipped into something agonizing.
"nghh-- leon" is the only sentence you could form; because you could feel your walls contracting on his cock, spasming around him so hard -- you knew you were close and as he grinds his hips in one slow brutal stroke inside you, the sixth orgasm crashes through you without warning, and a violent tide of pleasure builds inside your belly, which whites out your vision, and you cry out his name -- or maybe you don't, you dont really know.
and he rewards your obedience with a brutal snap of his hips, bottoming out in your weeping, clutching cunt, grinding against that spot that makes your spine arch involuntarily. "good girl," he praises, and then he's fucking you again, rutting his cock inside you in painfully slow strokes that shakes the bedframe, and you feel your pussy flutter like a bird around him,
"take it baby, you feel it? how your pussy is begging me for more?."
because suddenly your ears were ringing, the consciousness flickering like a dying bulb around the edge of your mind, and suddenly your body seizes as if caught in a fever then it goes limp, still fluttering helplessly around him still as darkness swallows you whole.
"shit, baby—" he feels himself twitch, yet he thrusts inside you with a lazy roll of his hips, his cock throbbing violently as the pressure of his own pleasure crests deep inside his bones, "oh, fuck—"
suddenly his rhythm stutters, his cock twitching inside your hole, and his hips snaps into a frantic, erratic pace, chasing, that high and finally he grunts loudly and buries himself to the hilt and spills himself in you; flooding you with thick spurts of his cum that seem to go on forever.
finally, as his cock milks down to the last of his release inside your quivering heat, he groans your name in a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his chest, yet he twitches again, sensitive and still hard, while you lie unconscious beneath him, claimed and completely filled with his cum and love.
when he is completely done he is panting heavily, "sorry baby, i was too rough" and soon, the silence settles inside the room except the noise of his heavy breathing, and with a lazy grin he makes a dark satisfield chuckle, and he brushes your sweat streaked hair from your slack face, then he notices your parted lips, your eyes closed, your chest heaving with shallow, exhausted breaths.
and he realized just how thoroughly he had fucked you tonight, as he watches your unconscious body, leaving you utterly spent beneath him, every trace of your usual composure stripped away as he looked down at you with a crooked, satisfied smile.
then with adoration in his eyes he traces your swollen, well-kissed mouth with his thumb, "one more?" he teases, knowing full well you can't hear him, because you're gone—floating somewhere in dream world, though your muscles were still twitching with aftershocks, his seed already leaking hot between your thighs, but you dont stir.
and he watches you for a moment, something tender and feral warring in his gaze, then he collapses fully on top of you, pulling your spent body closer to his, and he feel his cock still hard and nestled deep inside you, and despite the release, refusing to soften, though he didnt care.
instead he presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the salt of your sweat and musk inside him, and he murmurs against your thundering pulse:
can’t stop thinking about re8 ! chris letting you ride his biceps, slick coating his skin as you desperately hump his arm and he’s praising you so nicely. “look at you. creaming all over my arm like the needy little thing that you are,” he would even flex his muscles beneath you, making you moan so sweetly for him that he’s staring at you adoringly.
trust me, he will make you come as many times as he wants because it would be a shame to not pay the same treatment to both arms, right?
“you’re being so good for me, doll,” he would kiss your thigh before gripping your hip and guide your movement, because don’t you dare slow down on him.
