#BUT ITS HERE NOW JUST A DAY LATE HAHA FUCK

[the-red-hoodlum]

omw to school now chat!! 😸

[plumberrypudding]

oooooo practicing being kind and forgiving towards myself when i do things that are actually out of my control is sooooo difficult. having any sort of disorder or condition which effects your behavior is so so so so frustrating. because there’s always that layer of thought going “you should know better. you should just do the things you know you’re supposed to” but i have the not doing things i’m supposed to do disorder!! this is SO fucking frustrating and i feel stupid!!! i KNOW my behavior patterns shouldn’t look like this. i KNOW i shouldn’t be doing what i am. but i can’t help it, i can’t win, and it feels like my fault. i know it’s not, it’s nobody’s fault, but it feels like my fault.

[queenpiranhadon]

No matter how many time his heart told him to stop, to just sit down for a minute and really think about whether or not he really needed to do this, he knew he had to.

Katsuki loved you. So much. So much it fucking hurt.

He would burn down the world and rebuild it for you, if you asked.

But as always, Katsuki was fatefully bound by the chains of Hero Society, controlling his every move and action.

At first, when he decided we wanted to go down this path, he knew that having any sort of romantic life was out of the question.

He knew that it would only caused troubles in the future.

But, like all humans do, Katsuki couldn't help but give in to temptation.

How could he? You were too sweet, too passionate, too perfect, for him to ignore.

He couldn't help it.

Falling in love with you was the best feeling Katsuki could've ever felt.

And yet, it was the most dangerous feeling he would've ever felt too.

Printed on the file given to him was the mission order for an operation across seas for 8 months.

Eight fucking months.

He couldn't tell you.

He couldn't bring himself to do so.

It tore him apart inside, the anxiety of being separated from you for so long now mixed with a different feeling.

Paranoia.

The region he was going to traveling to, according to the file, was known for its kidnapping of individuals close to the target, as a method of torture.

It tore him apart inside, to even think something like that could happen to you.

And the grave truth was that, in the event that it did happen, he couldn't protect you - it was physically impossible, with you in Japan and he on the other side of the world.

Paranoia and fear overcame him for weeks, until it was only a few days until his scheduled departure.

He still hadn't told you.

He knew, deep down, that he really didn't want this.

Katsuki would rather die than let this happen. But he was a selfish man. And he knew, that he'd rather live with the fact that you were alive and safe, than live with the everlasting guilt that your life was under threat, and it was his fault.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he told you. A Tuesday afternoon when he ended things, when he saw the light he so loved in your eyes dim as you soak in his words.

He can almost see your heart physically snap in two.

Damnit, why does this feel worse?

He sees your eyes grow empty, tears building at your waterline but never spilling over as you give him a tight lipped smile.

No, no, no, fuck, he can't see you like this with your fake ass smile. Stupid fucking perfect you, always trying to support him.

But it was too late.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Bakugou Katsuki let go of the love of his life, leaving you sobbing your heart out in your lonely apartment, alone and brokenhearted.

A/N: Feeling kinda mopey so here haha

[jinxlovebot]

Girlfriend! Jinx x Kiramman! Fem! Reader.

Jinx and the reader have a forbidden and secret relationship.An unlikely relationship that for some reason happened and worked out.Jinx knocks on the reader's window in the middle of the night just to see her, because she misses her. The reader reluctantly lets Jinx in, even though she's afraid Caitlyn will hear and find Jinx there. (Jinx didn't kill Cassandra here; Caitlyn's hatred for Jinx is fueled by something else and occurs during the events of the second season, when Caitlyn is obsessed with finding Jinx with all that dark style, haha). They talk, maybe a little angst in the conversation, they kiss, make out, etc. The ending could be Caitlyn going to her sister's room after having heard something, but when she gets there the reader is "asleep" or something else you prefer. You can change it however you want. I really liked this idea, but I feel like I couldn't give enough details. I hope you liked it, have a good day!

I LOVE THIS!! i hope i wrote it up to your standards!! thank you for the ask mwah <3

“we’re meant to be” - jinx x kiramman! fem! reader fluff with a little smut

its late at night, everyone in your house is asleep and you can’t even close your eyes. your so frustrated from the lack of sleep and you dont even know how late it is. you reach for your phone to call your girlfriend but it went straight to voicemail. “fuck. she’s probably asleep.” you groan in annoyance and push the covers off you and walk to your bathroom, you splash warm water on your face sighing in relief when you hear a low tapping noise in your room. you freeze, is someone awake? you turn of your tap and dry your face when you hear the tapping again. “what the hell..” it was coming from your window, you crawl over to your window on your cold wooden floor and peak through the curtains. you jump when you see jinx waving at you pointing to the lock of your window.

you slide your window up and pull jinx in, jinx went to greet you with a loud exclamation but you covered her mouth with your hands, “jinx! shush! do you know what time it is?” you whisper, scrunching your eyebrows taking your hands down. “yes, sorry i forgot!” she giggles and walks over to your bed, “ soo, why are you here anyway?” “sheesh! i cant visit my girlfriend?” you smile and lightly smack her shoulder, “i missed you toots, i had to come see you.” your face flushed, “im glad you did, i couldnt even sleep.” “me neither!” jinx laughs and crawls up to your bed and slips herself in the covers, she sighs and pats beside her. you crawl up to her and cuddle up to her side. “jinx, i couldnt sleep again.” you mumble into her shoulder, you always struggle with sleeping when jinx isnt near and she knows that. she knows how frustrating it is with not being able to sleep, “i know baby, im sorry for leaving you alone at night its just..”, you already know what she’ll say shes from the underground and your from piltover, and caitlyn your sister hates jinx’ guts. you look at jinx and whisper “no body is ever changing how i feel for you, no one.”

she looks your way and traces your face from your ears to your lips, she grazes your bottom lips locking eyes with you the whole time. you grab the back of her head and kiss her lips, jinx slips her tounge in and you both fight for dominance. jinx obviously winning, she smiles into your mouth and grabs your waist to pull you on her lap. straddling her you tangle your hands in her hair when you heard a sound from the main bathroom. you pull away and jinx raises her eyebrow and tilts her head in confusion, you put a finger up to her lips and point to your door. you hear footsteps in the hallway, getting nearer. “jinx! under my bed now!” jinx hurriedly crawls off the bed and hides under your bed, you pull the covers over you and breathe slow and deep to seem like your asleep. someone opens your door, you squint your eye to see and it was caitlyn. “y/n… you awake?” she whispers, your heart beating so fast you swore you could hear it. you make a sound and rub your eyes sitting up, “oh sorry! i didnt mean to wake you, i thought i heard something… sorry! goodnight” caitlyn says closing your door, you wait until you hear her bedroom door shut when you flop your head over your bed to look under it.

you see jinx absolutely pissing herself laughing covering her mouth, her face almost turning pink. you smile, and she creeps from underneath your bed to back onto it. “your so bad at faking it!!” jinx says softly, “yeah yeah, whatever. come here” you pull her in for a kiss, kiramman or not your meant to be with jinx and no one can separate you two, not even family.

[in-som-niyah]

soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

[bedouinpoet]

PERMISSION

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Reader,

its a slow burn but hope you like it feel free to leave a comment. Pls be nice, my first ever fan fic (18+ only please) more to come.

y/n = your name

y/l/n= your last name

You never thought your wish to join the BAU would ever come true. It always felt like some kind of pipe dream for someone with so much baggage like you. The agreement was clear you never mention your past to this team and you get to work for the FBI rather than prison. You still remember the first day you came into work, JJ, the communications liaison introducing you to everyone at the round table. “Guys this is y/n, Agent y/L/n-“ “please just call me y/n” you quickly interrupt, she smiled understandably and nods “agent y/n is our newest member of our little family, y/n this is Agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Dr Spencer Reid, Agent David Rossi, technical analyst Penelope Garcia and last but not least our unit chief and team lead agent Aaron Hotchner” “just Hotch please” you felt your toes curl as every inappropriate thought crossed your mind the moment you shook his hand and he smiled at you with those melted caramel eyes

3 months later…

You all just got back from yet another gruesome case, family annihilator with a fetish for kids underwear as trophies. ‘Fuck sometimes there really is no punishment harsh enough for these guys’ you think. You are one of the last ones in the office, Reid just left asking if you needed a ride. “Nah I’ll get a taxi later I need to finish the last of this case file” Admittedly that wasn’t the full truth, you could easily finish this tomorrow even at home in your office in your apartment but…Hotch… Hotch was still here. You've had a crush on him since the first day. But…what would you be to him? You always thought as a fucked up 23 year old coworker and subordinate. You’re pretty sure he even tried to set you and Reid up on a date. You’re glad of that in a way. Even though absolutely nothing happened and you aren’t into each other in that way (and he knows about your crush). You ended up becoming best friends. Second only to your girls JJ and Pen. But you know Hotch and he won’t leave here until someone drags him out which has been your job of late. Especially since Haley filed for divorce and he signed. It’s like the guy lives here now. You keep glancing up at Hotch’s office until you finally see your opening as he closes a file, taking a deep breath, rubbing his eyes and leaning back in his chair putting his hands over his head. Damn, every move mesmerizes you. You close your file and stuff them in your bag. Taking your leather jacket and head up. You knock lightly on his door, his eyes snapping open “y/n? What are you still doing here?” “Same as you ya workaholic come on I need a ride. Would you mind?” His confused eyes and eyebrow scrunch, he looks out to the bullpen like he’s avoiding this drive. “Jeeze haha if you don’t want to you don’t have to Hotch I just don’t wanna get a cab right now but all good-“ he quickly sat up. “No no I’ll drive I should probably head home….get some sleep and-“ “call jack” the words leave your mouth before even thinking. His face fell in offence. “Excuse me agent?” Agent, you notice he only ever says agent like that to you when you’re in trouble and damn does it make you wet. “Sorry! I-i-i just meant. Well. (Sigh) look this was a rough case and I know especially when it comes to cases with kids, calling jack-o-lantern puts a smile on your face….grounds you” his face softens and you see his half smile brighten the room and your heart pounds, he laughs lightly when you mentioned his sons nickname you gave him. “I never understood where you got that nickname for jack” “cause he’s a kindred spirit that loves chocolate and Halloween like my fine self duh. Now call your kid I’ll wait in the bullpen till your ready handsome-“ he immediately looked up “what?” “What?” He shifted in his chair and your heart pounds, fuck you get to conformable around him. “You called me handsome” why do you keep letting things slip. You clear your throat trying your best to be as nonchalant as possible despite every part of you heating up “yea? Your point. Just stating truths boss now dial” Hotch smiles at you again but this time….something about the glint in his eyes is different as if he is considering. You try to shake it off. Telling yourself to calm down. The second you sit back down you see Hotch laugh on the phone. You smile to yourself. You were right jack o lantern helped….

“yep just park here my apartment is just ahead but parking sucks” He parks the car and takes off his seat belt, gets out and opens your door. Always the gentleman and he does it like muscle memory. Ugh perfect you think. “I can carry my own bags ya know? I’m a big girl sir” you whisper the the end of your sentence like calling him sir is a secret. Hotches jaw clenched as you winked “and I’m a gentleman. Shall we?” Every door he opened for you. You both get into the elevator, your go bag in hotch’s big hands. The moment the doors close all you can do is stare at his hands, imagining how good Hotch could pin you to the wall and kiss you so hard until you beg for air. Even one of those hands could pin your hands on top of your head. You swallow hard as your mouth gets dryer and you can already feel your knees weak and your panties dampen. You don’t realize how long you were staring at Hotch’s hands but apparently too long “is everything alright y/n?” Fuck he stares at you, his eyebrows stern but his eyes show genuine concern and confusion. Fuck. “Y-yea sorry was just day dreaming” he smiles “anything good?” “Pshhhh wouldn’t you like to know” his eyes darken with a hint of confusion as horrified realization crosses your mind as what you just admitted. Shit. “I-I- just meant, I mean it wasn’t anything in particular” Hotch nods as the elevators doors open, he lets you pass first as he walks behind you. You get to your door as you pat your pockets searching for your keys. Hotch stands deadly close behind you. “Ugh just pin me against the wall” you think trying to shake away the thought as you find your Keys only to drop them in front of you “dammit” you whisper and bend over quickly, forgetting how close behind you Aaron really was. You feel his front pressed against your ass as you grab your keys and hear Hotch take in a sharp breath and his pants bulge slightly. Your panties are near soaked with ideas of what this man could do to you. But he steps back clearing his throat. “Sorry” you stumble, grabbing your keys off the floor and quickly unlock the door and step inside. He takes only a step inside and hands you your bag. Your entire body shivers from the touch of his hands. “Thanks boss. Ever the gentleman….would you wanna come in? Don’t have much for drinks but got coffee and lemonade-“ “no thank you, it’s pretty late I-we should get some sleep. We have an early day tomorrow I’ll see you in the office. Goodnight y/n” “night Hotch and thanks again” He says nothing but smiles in reply and nods as he walks away. You could see his hands clenched, white knuckled as he presses the elevator button. You shake off the itching hope that there was something more between you two. You don’t even bother eating, can’t even think about food. Instead you go straight to bed, stripping off everything and taking your vibrator from your night stand. You lay down bringing your hands to your breast, pinching you nipples imagining it’s Hotches big calussed hands, no matter how hard you try to think of anyone else the only person you can think of to cum is Hotch, fucking you dumb, his lips on your skin trailing up and down your body, his hands rough and grabby. You feel your orgasm arising closer and closer until all you see is spots as you cum all over the toy. You take a deep breath wishing you didn’t just have yourself and the TV to go to bed too. “Welp… at least I can go to sleep.” You say to your empty apartment. Little did you realize Hotch was thinking of your ass rubbing against his cock in the shower that night. Pumping himself frienzied as he fantasizes about bending you over in that shower grabbing your hips and fucking you until his cum spills deep inside you….

the next morning was brutal. Another wet dream but no time to help yourself. “Dammit I’m late!” You call a taxi as you rush to get dressed. Struggling to find a clean shirt as you forgot to wash your laundry last night the only shirt remotely appropriate for work being your red deep v neck that’s a smudge too V and says ‘I solemnly swear that I am up to no good’ “thank you Harry Potter” -and a pair of cargo pants. “Fuck it” you put it on and tuck in the shirt at least trying to look put together packing a few things in your go bag, guns holstered and your badge in pants pocket you book it out of there…

you make it to work out of breath and five minutes late. Everybody already waiting at the round table. “Sorry sorry couldn’t get a taxi-“ “it’s fine agent y/l/n just don’t let it happen again” Hotch’s eyes stop on your shirt as Morgan laughs “up to no good huh pretty girl? Wonder what that means…” he winks you laugh and sit down next to him touching his shoulder “oh honey, you couldn’t handle what it means” you high five Emily and wink at pen and jj when “it’s from Harry Potter” pen and Spencer say at the same time “Ha I know y’all aren’t the only nerds you know” you tease Reid as Morgan leans in “working some magic huh nerd.” As he fist bumps you. “Please let’s continue-“ you don’t even realize Hotch is staring daggers in you and Morgan’s direction jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. Dammit he’s pissed about you being late you tremble. “Sorry-“ “let’s continue” is all he says. “Right we are heading to New Orleans my lovelies. At an opera house called Garnier-“ “like phantom of the opera?” Reid and you say at the same time “jinx! You owe me an iced coffee” he laughs “don’t you have one right now?” “You can never have enough coffee my child” you smile and wink at Reid “amen to that” Emily nudges me

“anyways there has been 3 deaths all at this opera house. All men, first was George Shepard the building manager, he got quite the beating in his office, the second Alex Miller he was props manager, similar injuries and the third was Jake Townson who was hung. The police question if it’s really a suicide-“

“that doesn’t make any sense” you say thinking out loud as you all do. “What do you mean y/n?” Garcia’s innocence seeping out of her adorable face “well look at the first two victims, beaten, the neck broken, that says anger, then hanging ? No bruises no prior beating? That’s more of what you see with mercy killers it doesn’t add up” Hotch stares at you intently anger slightly subsiding looking at you even when Morgan talks in agreement his eyes pierced you and you look away feeling your cheeks heat as you break eye contact to look down at the file. “Whatever the reason and whoever it is it’s clearly connected to this opera house and with his cooling off period we don’t have much time before another victim …wheels up in three hours….y/n in my office please” you swallow feeling you are about to get hell for being late….again. You really need to fix that alarm clock.

You follow Hotch into his office “have a seat” you swallow hard as he closes the door and stands in front of of you leaning on the desk, arms crossed, his face scrutinizingly serious “sir I know I’ve been late I promise I’ll do better and-“

“what is your relationship with Agent Derek Morgan?”

His interruption stopped you in your tracks. He leaned further back and crossed his legs and his pants creased at the most torturous places. Fuck your basically eye level with his crotch as you wish you were on your knees his hands grabbing your hair- “agent…I said what is your relationship with Agent Morgan?” You swallow as you look back up at Hotches face and you swear as you do his hands tense and his jaw clench’s….”I asked you a direct question agent” you shake off your hormones for a moment and reply “I’m sorry but I don’t get what you mean? There is no relationship other then friendship?” He scoffs “you seem awfully flirty with each other for just friends. You are also co workers and that was extremely unprofessional behaviour do I make myself clear?” All, of a sudden the hormones jumps out the window as all you can see is red anger “excuse me?” Your tone shocks Hotch but he quickly recovers “yes?” Fuck his ability to be so calm you think to yourself before saying “I am sorry but I find it awfully weird that you are lecturing me for something the ENTIRE TEAM does? Fuck sakes Morgan calls Pen Baby Girl on a daily? Flirting non stop. We make jokes about Reid’s love life. fuck sakes I flirted with prentess and JJ in passing but all of a sudden my behaviour is inappropriate-“ Hotches arms fall as he closes his fists tightening “are you saying you do it because everyone else does? That’s awfully childish and I expected better” at those words all reserve goes out the window and you become a bull just seeing red “excuse me!? How dare you. I am an equal member of this team AARON HOTCHNER. Yes I may be the youngest but that gives you no right to speak to me in such a manner as such I do not have to explain myself when I have done nothing wrong. I have worked my ass off for this team and this job.” Anger filled tears swell your eyes but fuck it you already started “I have assisted in solving how many cases? I have given everything to this team and deserve more respect then you have just displayed. So speak to me when you want to apologize for YOUR behaviour Hotchher” Without even thinking or considering you march out of his office. Your entire body on fire with anger and shaking, leaving Hotch standing dumbfounded as you slam his door. Rossi steps out from his own office “everything alright kiddo?” His hand out for support but even that doesn’t stop you “I’m fine Rossi see you on the plane” With that you leave as everyone watches you grab your go bag and jacket and leave.

….

On the plane Hotch sits at your usual corner window seat, avoiding all eye contact with you but you don’t care. You fought so hard for this job, crush or not you aren’t about to let anyone talk like that to you. The rest of the flight passed with further discussion about the likelihood of the unsubs gender and age, until you all were about to land “unfortunately it’s too late to go to the station detective Monroe says he will see us tomorrow morning so it’s off to the hotel my lovelies” Pen came with you this time as the team needed her in person and looking through every camera in the opera house to see what everyone might have missed and that’s the job for your girl PG. the drive to the hotel passed well as you drove with Reid and you in the back and Morgan and Em in the front. When you got down to the hotel you were all laughing but your smile faded as you saw Hotch get out of the SUV behind you, his own smile fading at the sight of you. You shake off the feeling and turn as Morgan takes your arm and Penelope’s come on naughty girls there is a nice bed and cool mini bar with my name on it.” You all laugh and you slap his arm looking back at Hotch to make sure he saw that as you enter the hotel. “Um sorry agents there are only four rooms available this week” you hear everyone behind you groan and sigh in frustration as all of a sudden “I ain’t bunking with Reid” minute Morgan says that Pen holds Morgan’s arm “dibs” with that, you all burst out laughing and before you could try and pair off with anyone. Emily and JJ pair off and Reid with a sly smile says he will bunk with Rossi who almost protested until he saw Reid’s face. Hotch and you stood awkwardly until “very well y/n and I will room together, here is all of your rooms keys, see you all at 7 am” everyone nods and disperses as you lean down to grab your bag, Hotch grabs it off the floor without even looking at you. “Shall we?” “Uh thanks” you shyly try and tuck in your hair behind your ear as you head to the elevator where JJ and Emily squeezed in, everyone on the same floor, when you all get to the floor and about to open your hotel room door you look in time to see JJ and Reid wink at you as you flip them off. You step into the room Hotch right behind you clearly confused “what was that for?” As you enter the room you notice how small it is one bed, one sofa, desk and coffee machine and bathroom. Fuck one bed, that’s an issue you’ll have to figure out in a minute. “What was what for?” You ask pretending to be oblivious “y/n….you just flipped off at JJ prentice and Reid? Why?” “Why does it matter are you going to lecture me on how childish and inappropriate it was? I’m off the clock boss” The anger beginning to roll back in but you stop when Hotch drops the bags harshly on the floor. His glare scrutinizing, his eyebrows so furrowed you could barely see his eyes, he remained quite. You roll your eyes feeling like a teenager but replying “inside joke that’s all…sir” you end your sir with more of an attitude then expected. Aaron just shakes his head “y/n that’s enough…I AM your boss my question about you and Morgan was valid I do need to know what is going on with my agents as it affects this team-“ he had a point and you can’t help yourself but soften your body tension as Hotchs face also softens, before you can say anything he continues “however…as you stand you have more then earned my respect and ….and trust…and I am sorry for my comment it was out of line and I hope we can move past this and focus on this case.” His eyes became almost pleading and every harsh feeling you had towards him melted away, your knees almost giving out as he licks his lips. You were getting horny again and too tired to fight. Taking a deep breath “I’m sorry too…friends?” You stuck out your hand as he looks at it momentarily and relaxes as he grabs it with a smile “friends” he keeps his hand in yours a moment longer with a light squeeze as a tension fills the air until he lets go you almost whimper with the lack of warmth from his hands. He clears his throat

“Right um…would you like to take a shower first?” You shake your head “nah I’ll take one in the morning you go ahead” he smiles “great thanks” he went straight to the bathroom you grab both bags and put them on the sofa as you change into your sweats and t shirt attempting to tie up your almost shoulder length short hair, strands falling on your face. You take out the files and the copy of phantom of the opera you bought at the airport placing it all on the bed as you hear the shower go on. You try not to picture a soaked naked Aaron Hotchner and concentrate on the case…it barely works and you get uncomfortably wet but before you can even try to help yourself the shower goes off so you fully concentrate on the files. As the door opens you finish writing your notes not looking up “Hotch! I think I figured out what’s been bugging me about this case I did a quick once over on the phantom of the opera and-“ you stop somehow out of breath when you look up and see Hotch walk closer in nothing but a towel hiding what you are dying to see. You sit up gaping. You’ve pictured him shirtless yet this was somehow hotter then you even expected, his messy hair, his body still dripping, his chest with perfect amount of subtle hair. You think how good holding him would be, lying your head on his chest, sitting on his lap and removing the towel. You don’t even realize how long you’ve stared at Hotch but he blushes, his ears going pink and he looks away and back “sorry…I forgot my pajamas ….but….um…you said there was a connection?” His face going back to agent hotchner face and with that and shirtless was a mix you could barely handle. “Right!” You shake off to the best of your abilities looking down again as he sits on the side of the bed looking attentively at you as you keep moving the hair from your face. “So I mentioned that the hanging was weird ? Well I think I know why the unsub did it, he’s following the plot of the book buts he’s making it somehow more violent.” “How so?” His head tilts his curiosity almost adorable but you can’t stop thinking about the towel. “Well umm” you take a deep breath but nope your horniness is getting worse and wetter “could you put some clothes on please”

you laugh breathlessly, his confusion evident but blushes “sorry “ he whispers and you swear your heart melts “no no it’s just….your dripping on the files and my book” you try to lighten the mood as you lie and look up moving your hair from your face again. You need a hair cut. But your answer seems to calm him “oh right” he smiles “right sorry just give me a second” he went to his bag grabbing some sweats and a shirt and went to the bathroom. Coming out moments later with his deadly grey sweats and white tshirt….you can’t help but wish he was shirtless again but lord have mercy those sweats you think. “So you were saying?”

“Right so the first two victims fits with the first two characters in the book. The two managers however in the book…the two managers only get their legs broken by the opera ghost. Not their necks. It’s not till the third in the book which the character hangs himself Hotch…I think our unsub sees himself as Erick the opera ghost he most likely has some deformity and lack of social skills like the character and…HA that’s it ….tomorrow we need to ask Garcia for the original plans of the opera house the unsub probably lives there we need to do a search and fast.” Hotch never interrupted you, he listened and waited and watched you then took a few notes “right. Good work y/n I’ll get Garcia to get the plans tomorrow and a list of anyone born around 25 to 35 years ago with a severe face deformity around the area he is probably local.” You can’t help but smile you always feel overwhelming sense of pride when you crack a part of the case. You smile at Hotch but the way he looks back makes you have butterflies all in your stomach and chest, he reaches over and moves the hair from your face, your toes curl at the touch “really good work y/n” he whispered, every part of you loses control as you grab him by the shirt and kiss him.

you move back in absolute shock and fear when you see shock in his eyes “fuck I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you get up “y/n”

“I need a coffee” you interrupt before he rejects you

“y/n stop!”

Too late and you didn’t go back until 3 am waiting in the downstairs bar beating yourself up. You quietly sneak to the bed. Ugh fuck Hotch for being so hot and good you think as you see he slept on the couch lightly snoring away. The second you put your head on that pillow you pass out. Hotch moves your hair back “you did really good y/n well done” the tension rises as he moves closer, his hand cupping your cheek you lightly moan as you lean into his touch, kissing his palm, he groans “fuck it” as you give him the pleading eyes and his lips smash into yours. It feels so good as he warms your entire body, laying you down as he goes on top of you, moving his hand down caressing then grabbing your breasts slowly pinching your nipples between his callused thump and forefinger, you arch your back up pushing into his body even more feeling his bulge between your legs. He groans as he takes his chance opening your mouth wider with his tongue, kissing deep as you wrap your legs around him, even with those grey sweats on you can feel his hard on as you grind up, moaning you feel yourself getting so wet even from that friction he bites down at your neck “fuck y/n baby what am I gonna do with you-“ he whispers in your neck.

you wake up to your phone alarm, hotch just getting up from the sofa as he looks up at you blushing and then averting your eyes ‘shit, did I moan out loud?’ You blush just thinking about it but he says nothing “uh….morning boss” is all you can muster up to say, he smiles “good morning y/n sleep well.” You blush further closing your legs somehow terrified he will know how wet you are even under the blanket, “yup you? Why did you sleep on the couch?” You try not to look up at him as he looks unbelievably hot in the morning, his clean hair cut messy with bed hair, “seemed right in case you wanted to sleep on the bed I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable”

“ever the gentleman”

he smiles and it seems you don’t need to even use words to agree that the kiss never happened and it was best to forget it even if you couldn’t. “If you just let me wash up quick and such then the shower is all yours and I’ll go downstairs and wait for you so you can get ready, if that’s alright?” You think it’s adorable that’s he’s asking as if you could say no “of course” you get up and get your clothes ready digging in your bag to take out your black lace bra and thong, cargo pants and black dress shirt, you hold up the bra and panties just as Hotch steps out of the bathroom and the sight stops him dead in his tracks, his eyes darken, jaw clenched as he starts to breath shallow and quickly licking his bottom lip as if all of sudden his mouth is dry. “I-um-I -you can shower now” maybe it was how much you enjoyed seeing how flushed and flustered you made him or the fact you’ve never seen him that way, or maybe it was the dream or sleep deprivation or all of the above but you were feeling confident and adventurous as you lift the bra to your chest and the thong to your hip giving him a mischievous smile that makes his eyes go almost entirely black “you like? Got it for a date that no showed but damn glad he didn’t, may have ripped them off their nice don’t you think?” He licked his lips as he swallowed heavily like it was a struggle, for once you finally made this man speechless until “what date? When?” You giggle “Jeeeze Hotch I asked you if you like my bra and panties and THATs what you ask first?” His expression turns serious, almost angry, dare you think jealous. For a moment he were actually scary and damn did it turn you on. “That’s not an answer” you shrug “I dont remember, his loss is another’s gain huh?” You wink as you move past a completely flustered Aaron Hotchner “I’ll be quick handsome” dam you really are pushing it today but his reactions only fuel your urges.

…

the case continued and after that morning your adventurous side simmered down and you regained your shyness and professionalism especially looking at all the dead bodies on the board. But since the morning Hotch has been different. Always near you, every car ride he made sure you rode with him in the passenger seat, when you split off you were always paired off with him. Now you and your team had the unsub surrounded, hiding in the shadows of the large set on the main stage of the opera house, you and Hotch took the front, responsible for the negotiation. Emily and Morgan went to the back and Reid and Rossi took both sides. “Lucas!” You shout “Lucas Sanderson! Come on hun we have you surrounded” you and Hotch slowly get up on the stage, flashlight and guns raised as a noise came out near you, metal clanging “Lucas FBI- come on hun I know why you did it but times up come out with your hands raised” it happened too fast, the unsub came crashing down on top of you, you struggle for your gun as Hotch pushes him off you, there was a struggle as Lucas got a hold of your gun facing it directly to Hotch . It was like time slowed your heart pounding out of your chest, no time to think you run pushing Hotch out of the way as you hear a gun shot. You and Hotch are on the floor and immediately you both sit up, looking each other over for any injuries, then you see Lucas on the floor, blood trickling down from the back of his head, Em’a gun facing him “everyone okay!?” A wave of emotion flows through you like a storm and you don’t even know what to say when Hotch replies “yea, we’re good” but were you? As Hotch said those words his glare never left you he was furious and he remained glaring with absolute anger and …something else you couldn’t place. You averted his gaze. Morgue, ambulance, and drive to the hotel later.

“we will sleep here tonight and leave for home first thing in the morning, you all worked hard well done rest up everyone” as Hotch speaks he keeps his eyes set on you “thank god I am exhausted hotel bar here I come” Morgan smiles as the team laughs as Emily says “maybe I’ll join this was brutal….you sure your good y/n?” Her genuine concern and care warms your heart you smile heartedly “I’m fine Em really, drink up and have fun for me I’m way too tired, goodnight babes” as you hug each other and part. You and Hotch go into the elevator alone. He hadn’t said a word. “Urrrm are you okay sir”

“don’t call me that”

he doesn’t look at you just straight ahead “what?” You try and think what you possibly did for him to be so angry “don’t call me sir” the elevator doors open and that’s when you feel his hand on your elbow gripping your arm with a deadly grip he marches both of you to your room “Hotch what the fuck!” Is all you can let out as the pain turns into something more horny but you try and ignore it “shut up” is all he says. He opens the door slamming it behind the both of you and practically throwing you when he lets go. “HOTCH what the -“

“what the hell were you thinking y/n!?” His yelling voice damn near throws you back but you stand your ground as you see his face as serious as ever, eyes furrowed, arms crossed and his tie slightly ajar, his tone the same as his reprimanding voice but somehow even angrier. “What are you talking about?!” He tilts his head as if he can’t believe you don’t know what he is speaking of “you push yourself in front of an armed suspect!? What the hell were you thinking agent!? What if prentess didn’t get there on time!? That was reckless! You could have died!”

All of sudden anger boils over you as the storm of emotion inside of you begins to break the dams you try to keep up “what!? I was doing my job SIR! What exactly are you mad at here? Lucas Sanderson has a gun ON YOU!? What the fuck did you want me to do!? Let you get shot!?” Tears stream down your face at the very idea of seeing Hotch hurt “YES! Better me then you!” He shouts even louder his voice becoming dam near terrifying but you held your place if this is when it all comes out so be it “I WOULD RATHER DIE THEN SEE YOU HURT AARON HOTCHNER” tears and full on cries followed as your answer takes Hotch aback. He stands in shock as the tears fall. you continue “if you are going to reprimand me sir for doing what I did, do so SIR but I won’t apologize for…for…for loving you and not wanting to see you hurt!” You are almost out of breath by the time your done anger being replaced by fear that you just ruined your relationship with Hotch for good and maybe lost your job when Hotch says quitely you barely hear “how…how do you think I feel?” You couldn’t understand the question couldn’t feel anything other than your heart pounding in your ears. “You think I could ever see you get hurt? Do you have any idea how fast I felt my heart break then and there I could barely breath when I thought you-you- you were shot. I couldn’t- I’d rather have died then see you shot I couldn’t I -“ you didn’t think, your head was spinning and your heart filling with overwhelming care. You stopped thinking as you grab at his tie pulling him down to your lips and kissing him, this time no hesitation “y/n” he groans “shut up and kiss me Aaron” the moment he hears his name from your lips he grabs you like he owns you and no one else in the world, he turns you around pinning you against the door, you moan into his mouth as his tongue directs the kiss and he bites your lower lip “Aaron” you moan deepening the kiss and grabbing the back of his head raising one of your legs and wrapping it around him “fuck…say my name again sweetheart say it” he groans as he kisses down your neck and biting down “Aaron! Fuck yes please please” he growls as you lightly pull his hair then turning your hands down and rubbing his cock over his pants, even with his dress pants in the way you can feel how large the bulge is, he groans as he lifts you up and takes you to the bed.

laying you down with such force he practically throws you on the bed like he’s been waiting for too long to do this, he stands taking off his tie as you unbutton his shirt, he stands in front of you shirtless as you kiss up and down his body right on top of his belt you look up and smirk at him pleading. He growls “strip. Now” you can’t help yourself and your bratty nature when you reply “make me” the moment you say it you are glad as he grabs your neck putting his thumb on your bottom lip “do you really wanna be a brat and play this game sweetheart?” The sexy threat in his voice makes your legs shiver and your panties soak. His eyes go feral as you suck his thumb and reply “what do you think sir?” He watches mesmerized as you lick his thumb his breath hastening as you put your hands on his belt but grabs both your hands with one of his “not yet baby” the way he smiles at you calling you baby his hand still on your neck got you so wet you felt close even from that. You had to close your legs tight as you squirm “Aaron- pls please sir” he smiles “please what y/n? Tell me what you want” his hands grabbing you harder “you” that was enough to release any hesitation Hotch had as he crashes his lips to yours this time even rougher biting your bottom lip until it bled licking you up like the only air he needed was you, kissing and biting down your neck as he rips open your shirt throwing it to the side then your bra. Trailing his mouth down to your nipples kissing one then the other grabbing both and growling and groaning as if it’s the best sight he has ever seen “you are gorgeous” he whispers as he bites on one of your nipples and pinching the other, you grab his hair for support as your legs shake “AARON yes yes please sir please more” he begins to unbuckle his pants his mouth never leaving your body as he stands back up. You immediately slide off the bed on your knees in front of him “baby what are you-“

“shhh, what I’ve been craving for months sir”

at that he groans and you feel his whole body shake and tense at your touch rolling his head back as you push his pants down, he smiles down at you as you sit absolutely flabbergasted at his size almost scared and even more turned on “what’s wrong?” He asks caressing your cheek “fuck you’re huge”

you both laugh as his eyes darken once more and he smirks “think you can handle it?”

He moves your hair away as you look up with a smirk “that was never in question sir” with that you don’t hesitate as you lick his tip then begin to slowly deep throat him entirely the moment you do Hotch’s grip on your hair tightens as he moans curses over and over and “fuck yes” loud enough for you to be proud that your causing him this much satisfaction. You use your hands and mouth together pumping deeper and deeper not caring how sloppy you looked spit down your chin moaning as he pulls your hair hard and begins to fuck your mouth, his legs getting shaky you finally stop just for a moment looking up at Aaron. “Fuck y/n you look so beautiful you have no idea how bad I wanted this , to feel that pretty mouth, but I need to feel your pussy now”

without warning he lifts you onto the bed like you were a doll, taking his pants completely off and going on top of you. You feel his weight, his warmth his body on top of you and you spread your legs wide for him as he adjusts himself and you both moan together as he rubs your clit with his thumb and enters his tip inside you. you swallow hard “please Aaron” he smiles into your mouth “beg for me sweetheart” you obey without hesitation “please Aaron, please I need you, I need your cock inside me I can’t take it” he started slowly putting just the tip in and out at a torturous rate he pulls your hair so you look up at him “are you sure y/n? Truly. Y/n if it gets too much you tell me understand ?” You nod whimpering as you start to wrap your legs around his waist scratching down his back “please sir, Aaron please fuck me how you want me give me everything” “fuck-“ he growls with that final permission he needed he thrusts his entire cock deep.

you scream how good he filled you as he grunts “fuck your tight fuvk” he thrusts into you with a mission harder and harder you grab on to him for dear life as he grabs one of your hands and pins it down on top of your head interlacing his fingers into yours and grabbing hard as he pushes into you deeper you feel yourself almost give over when he moans in your ear “yes baby fuck”

he thrusts upward hitting your g spot like a pro who knows your body better then anyone else, making your legs shake, he hits that spot over and over moving his hand down rubbing your clit as you grab on to him once more for dear life scratching his back. “Fuck Aaron yes please I’m going to cum please !” You feel your senses overwhelmed you “that’s right babe cum for me let go” he thrusts into you harder and faster at an impossible rate as you feel the coil break and release washing over you as you clench his cock. Hotch grabs your hand again as he gets close thrusting, groaning your name over and over as you feel his cum deep inside you.

both of you are out of breath as he stays on top of you for a while, you wrap your arms around him as he digs his face into your neck. In that moment you would happily stay forever. As he slowly stands up you whimper at that loss of heat, he smiles at the sound “I’m coming right back baby just grabbing a washcloth” he leaves to the bathroom coming back he cleans between your legs gently kissing your thighs. He throws the cloth to the side and lays you down and wraps his arms around you as you lay your head on his chest. You feel so at home it hurts. And it terrifies you. There is no question why he is the unit chief of your team when he asks “are you alright?” His concern growing in his chocolate eyes, “hmm? Oh yea I just….Hotch what does this mean? I know I said I love you but I don’t want you to feel like….i don’t know….like you have to say it back or be with me-“

“I love you y/n - I have loved you for months now I love everything about you. How kind and clever you are, how you always try to make sure everyone on the team is doing well even if you are hurting, you give without a second thought, you care and love with your whole heart. I love you I was just scared. I mean y/n I’m over 20 years your senior not to mention your boss”

“that doesn’t matter “

“doesn’t it?”

“no…I want you. You want me, together we will figure everything out. I just got you I don’t want to lose you.”

He looks down at you eyes filled with emotion, naked emotion. “I love you y/n y/l/n you have all of me” you kiss him “I love you Aaron Hotchner. I’m all yours”

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i know your already working on my series but just hear me out okay. hear me out. crazy x crazy trope but with ethan and reader puts bratty cocky ethan in his place. "not so confident now are you, you little bitch? or are you that drunk off my pussy you can barely think?" while he just pouts and glares at her but is quite literally unable to speak and can only whine and whimper for her. double points if she's ghostface with the baileys, taking revenge because of lets say she was either ambers ex or younger sister and is PISSED at tara for taking her girlfriend/older sister away. (TRIPLE THE POINTS if she knew ethan, quinn and richie since childhood too) sorry its thot hrs and i wanna dom him

I hope you like this! I was determined to finish it tonight. I love a good psychotic moment💕

Savages - Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You and your childhood best friend both lost someone from what happened in Woodsboro at the hands of the Carpenter Sisters. You start to plot with him and his family to get revenge, but he's being a little brat after his first kill.

Contains: 3.2k words, Sub!Ethan, Dom/Psycho!Reader, Oral - m and f recieving, Face sitting/riding, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of death and violence/blood. (If I missed anything, please let me know. My brain has tapped out for the night haha)

A/N: I hope y'all like it:) I love sub Ethan and a good psycho!reader moment.

Ethan knew he loved you, but the second you put on the Ghostface robe and mask, he fell even harder. It’s hard to believe that the two of you made it to this point. He was a sweet kid, and you were always with his family growing up, until the day your parents moved you to Woodsboro. You tried to remain friends with him, until you got a girlfriend. You weren’t anything more than best friends at that point, but he’d message you like a controlling boyfriend. He professed his feelings, but it was too late. You’d already found someone in your new town. Someone you could experience a relationship with.

He was devastated when you rejected him, and when he wouldn’t let it go, you eventually had to block him. Amber was pretty much the exact opposite. She even asked you about opening the relationship up to other people, just because she wanted you to experience other things. She wasn’t possessive like Ethan, but she never wanted to just let you go.

When Richie showed up to the hospital with Sam after Tara was attacked, he recognized you immediately. He pretended he didn’t, though, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that he wasn’t originally from the area where he met Sam. You finally pulled him to the side one day and talked to him, and he pleaded with you to not tell anyone that you already knew him. That was the moment that you knew he had something to do with what was happening.

You didn’t suspect Amber, though, until the day of the party. You were upstairs in her room when she pulled out a knife.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she said, plunging the knife into your abdomen.

“What the fuck? It’s you?” you sobbed, dropping to your knees as you noticed the blood starting to drip onto her carpet.

“I can’t have you on the suspect list. You trust me, don’t you?” she asked. You hesitated before nodding, “I didn’t stab you anywhere that will cause a lot of damage, okay? I’m going to call 911, and by the time they get here, Richie and I will be done, and you’ll be saved.”

“I feel really dizzy,” you cried out, Amber’s hand wrapping around your mouth so you couldn’t make anymore noise to draw attention to yourself.

“You’re going to pass out soon. You’re losing a lot of blood,” she said, before the rest of her words sounded muffled, your vision completely fading.

She was right, you were saved. You woke up in your hospital bed the next day, and learned that Amber and Richie didn’t survive. You were devastated, but you knew the one person you could talk to that would understand your pain.

You unblocked Ethan’s number and called him. You could hear the tears in his voice as he answered. When he found out that you’d been a part of everything, he was mad at first, screaming at you until his voice was raw. He eventually heard you out, mainly because he had no voice to speak, and learned that you had nothing to do with what happened to Richie. The two of you decided that the Carpenter sisters needed to pay for taking away your loved ones.

You fake-smiled when Sam and Tara walked into your hospital room a little later in the day.

“Someone’s doing better,” Sam said, pushing Tara up beside you before taking a seat at the foot of your hospital bed.

“Yeah, I’m on a lot of good drugs,” you laughed, as Sam and Tara exchanged their glances. “What?” you asked, feeling like there was something they knew and you didn’t.

“Richie and Amber were, uh…” Tara said, looking over to her sister for help.

“They were what?” you asked, turning your attention to Sam as well.

“Your girlfriend and my boyfriend were together,” she said, a stoic look on her face. “We were both getting cheated on by psychos.”

You were livid that Sam was talking about her like that, but you felt a little hurt. You and Amber always promised that if you were going to see other people in your relationship, you’d let the other person know. A few tears started to slip out as Tara offered you the box of tissues on the bedside table.

“Thanks,” you said, grabbing a couple out of the box before Tara sat it back down. “How do you guys feel about getting the fuck out of here? Like, once Tara and I graduate?”

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asked, thinking that it might not be the worst idea.

“I think we should go to New York. I grew up there, and I really think you guys would like it,” you smiled, as Tara nodded.

“Fuck it, let’s start looking into schools. After you get out of here, of course.”

You called Ethan, squealing in excitement when you and all your friends got their acceptance letters. That’s when the plan was officially set into motion, with the help of Quinn and his dad. Having a detective on your side of things was going to heavily benefit the outcome of everything, and you couldn’t wait to make the people that took Amber from you pay for what they’d done.

Once you started school, you were ‘introduced’ to Ethan. No one could know that the two of you already knew each other in attempts to not ruin the plan before you got to do any damage. Fortunately for the two of you, when you immediately hit it off and seemed to have your own little inside jokes, they chalked it up to young love.

You weren’t official with Ethan for a while, until your “Friends’” constant nagging about it convinced you to give him the chance he wanted. Once you found out that poor boy was a virgin, and you helped him out with that, he was wrapped around your finger. He worshipped the ground you walked on and would do anything you asked him to. The only thing he hated was when you brought up Amber. He hated that she got you first.

The night Ghostface “killed” Quinn and actually killed Anika, you were waiting in the alley on the opposite side of the building for your boyfriend to finish what he went in there to do. You were both supposed to be in econ, but you were his alibi. They’d never suspect you, so they could never suspect Ethan if you said you were with him in class.

He was stripping off the robe as he bolted down the fire escape. He tossed it down to you, and you quickly put it in your backpack as he joined you to walk in a normal pace towards the alley exit at the back of the building.

“How was it?” you asked, smiling at him.

“God, baby. It was the biggest rush. I wish you could’ve been in there with me,” he said, pulling you into a kiss once you made it onto the sidewalk.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re doing such a good job for me,” you praised, ruffling your fingers in his hair a little as he started to pull away. “I can’t wait to make the others pay for what they did to Amber.”

He huffed, his irritation at the mention of her name obvious as you cocked your eyebrow at him. “Do you have a problem?”

“Yeah, I do. I was so excited about what just happened, but then you mention your stupid fucking ex. I feel like she’s all you care about,” he said, his angry tone and harsh remarks about Amber pissing you off. “We’re in this together, remember? Me and you?”

“Yeah, and your dad, and Quinn.”

He started to walk away from you, heading towards his dorm. You followed him, trying to keep up with his pace.  

“Quit acting like such a brat,” you said, a few feet behind him on the otherwise empty sidewalk.

“Quit being such a bitch,” he muttered, but the second those words left his mouth, he knew he was in trouble. You quickened your pace, slamming him against the brick wall the second you made it to him.

“What did you call me?” you asked, his eyes going wide at the lust in your tone. He stayed silent, just watching you. “Huh, nothing to say now?” you scoffed, “You know I’m in charge here, baby.”

You pulled away, smiling sweetly at him as you took his hand in yours.

The walk back to the dorm was silent because Ethan knew what he was in for. He was excited, but also nervous. The few scenarios where he did decide to get mouthy with you ended in him being edged to the point of tears, begging you to finally let him cum. He was hard at the thought, but he was always scared you’d just walk away and not let him get the release he needed.

Once you made it inside the dorm he shared with Chad, you knew you had plenty of time to be alone with him. Chad probably wasn’t coming back for the night, but you knew you’d have to get back home at some point.

“Take your clothes off,” you said to Ethan, the stern tone in your voice making him comply. You watched him shed each article of clothing and smirked when you saw the tent in his boxers once he removed his jeans. “Aww, baby. Did you get hard from killing someone? Or was it me pushing you against the wall earlier?” you cooed, as he slid his boxers down, his cock standing at attention in from of you.

“It’s because of you,” he said, his arms resting at his sides as he waited for you to tell him what to do next.

“That was the right answer,” you smiled, “Lay back on the bed.”

He did what you said, watching you intently. You walked over to him, and started to stroke his cock that was resting against his tummy.

“Fuck,” he groaned, before you leaned down and took him in your mouth. He thought you were going to take it easy on him tonight, until you pulled your head away after a minute, his cock drenched in your spit. “Babe,” he whined out.

You rolled your eyes at his neediness. “I want you to grab your cock and start stroking, baby.”

He did what you said, your saliva making his hand glide up and down with ease. After a few minutes, he started to whine.

“This doesn’t feel as good as when you do it,” he whimpered, the tip of his cock turning red as he tried to get himself to cum.

“Well, that’s too bad, baby. What was it that you called me?” you fake-pondered, your pointer finger going in between your teeth, “Oh that’s right. I’m a bitch.”

“I didn’t mean it,” he said, his eyes pleading for you to touch him again. You noticed his hand was no longer moving.

“Did I say you could stop?” you questioned, as his hand movements started back up. “Good boy.” He whined at your words, his hand moving faster. “Do you want me to keep praising you, baby?”

He nodded his head as he kept going.

“You did such a good job tonight. You know how wet you made me when you killed her?” you said, your sadistic side on full display. “I’m so proud of you for doing whatever I ask you to.”

You noticed he was starting to get close, his hand moving even faster and his heaving chest, along with his whimpers making it obvious. Just as he was about to cum, you stopped him.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” you scolded, his hand coming to a stop as he started to whine even more from the lost orgasm.

“I needed it so bad,” he begged, as you shook your head.

“I don’t know if you deserve to cum. Maybe if you didn’t feel the need to call me names…” you trailed off, as he started to get really frustrated.

“I wouldn’t have called you that if you wouldn’t have brought her up,” he snapped, your eyes getting dark at his words.

“Hmm, I think someone’s a little insecure. Are you worried that she fucked me better than you do?” you questioned, “Because I don’t know what other reason you have to be jealous of someone that’s dead.”

“Stop talking about her,” he said, growing furious at the thought of you having sex with someone else.

“You are just too cute,” you said, slipping your shirt over your head. “I can’t believe that you think you’re going to have the upper hand in this, ya know? Like you really think that I’m going to stop talking about her. I loved her, Ethan.”

His eyes stayed on you as you continued to strip out of your clothes,

“What? Cat got your tongue, baby? You have nothing to say?” you asked, sliding your panties down. “Even if you did, I know the perfect way to shut you up.”

You crawled up on the bed, your knees right beside his head as you swung your leg over to straddle his face.

“You better make me cum, or you don’t get to cum. Got it?” you asked, as he nodded before you lowered yourself.

His tongue gently moved against your clit at first. He knew just how you liked it, so he wanted to pace himself. Once he started to lick a little faster, your hands went down to his curls as you really started to ride his face.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you moaned out, his hands going to your hips as he helped you move against his mouth.

You whimpered when his tongue dipped inside you, the muscle massaging your walls as he ate you out. Once he could tell you were getting close, he lifted your hips a little to focus on your clit again. The second he sucked it into his mouth, you started to feel your orgasm building. You gripped the headboard to keep yourself stable, your hands and legs starting to shake.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, one hand staying on the headboard as your other went back to his hair. You were tugging at it as that euphoric feeling hit, his groaning from your pulling making the orgasm more intense. He kept your hips moving until you rode out your high, your body getting a little tired from the release.

You got off his face as he tried to catch his breath. He was anticipating what you’d do next, because he made you cum, and he was hoping you’d keep up your end of the deal. You didn’t say anything as you straddled his waist and lined his cock leaking precum with your entrance. He groaned out when you sank down, the feeling making his brain turn to mush.

You started slowly; your hands placed on his chest as you took your time. He was desperate for more, but you weren’t going to give in that easily.

“You aren’t so cocky now, are you? You little bitch.” You put extra emphasis on that word because that’s what he called you, and he needed to know his place. He glared at you as you continued to take your time with him.

Whimpers flooded out of his mouth when you started to bounce on him, his cock almost completely out of you before you sank back down onto him. His hands went to your hips to help you keep your pace feeling like he was finally getting somewhere. He started to babble, his words sounding like ‘I fucking love your pussy’. You smirked at his current state.

“Look at you, so drunk off my pussy that you can’t even talk,” you said, your breathing getting heavy as the tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot. “Are you okay, sweet boy?”

He started to whimper again, his orgasm quickly approaching. You decided to let him cum, as you leaned forward, your chest almost pressed against his. He gripped your hips harder as he started to thrust up into you, your hips rolling back to meet each one.

Your orgasm was right on the edge, your walls starting to flutter a little. He was trying so hard to get you through another one before he came.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming,” you moaned out, as his whines got even louder. Your walls spasmed around him, making his breath hitch in his throat.

The skin slapping and his sounds were bouncing around the room as he kept pounding into you.

“Can I please cum?” he begged, praying that you’d say yes.

You were proud of him for using his words that he hadn’t been able to form. “Yes, baby.”

He whimpered out as his hot cum painted your walls, his grip on your hips getting shaky as he slowed your movements.

“Holy fuck,” he said, his hands rubbing against your back as his cock stayed inside of you.

You listened to his heartbeat as you got out of your dominating headspace, starting to feel a little bad.

“I’m sorry I talk about her so much. I really loved her,” you mumbled against his chest.

“I guess I just feel like I’m always coming in second place to her,” he sighed, sadness in his voice.

“You aren’t, though. I think we would’ve ended up together one way or another,” you laughed a little as he kissed the top of your head.

“After we’re done with all of this, can we just focus on us?” he asked, as you nodded against him.

You laid there for a few more minutes, before remembering that you needed to head back to the apartment.

“I have to go, baby,” you said, sitting up. He groaned as you slid him out of you.

“Do you have to?” he asked, wanting nothing more than for you to stay in his bed with him a little longer.

“If we want this plan to work, then yes,” you said, noticing his cum dripping down your inner thighs as you tried to grab your clothes off the floor. “You came a lot, fuck.”

You grabbed some tissues and wiped it from your thighs before you started to put your clothes back on. He started to laugh a little as you glanced over to him. “What?”

“My cum is going to keep dripping out of you,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Lucky for you, I think it’s hot. It’s a nice little reminder of how good I made you feel,” you said with a smile. “I love you, baby,” you said, kissing him before grabbing your purse and rushing out of the room.

“I love you, too.”

You’d almost made it to the apartment when you noticed all the flashing lights up ahead and could see Mindy and Chad sitting on the sidewalk.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking around to see the black tarp covering a body in the alley.

“Anika,” was all that Tara could say, before Sam spoke up, “And Quinn. Our apartment is a crime scene right now.”

“Oh my god,” you said, turning on your crocodile tears as you looked over to Mindy. “I’m so sorry.”

“Was Ethan in class tonight?” she asked coldly, her question catching you off guard.

“Yeah, he was sitting beside me the whole time. Then we went back to his dorm for a little bit before I came home,” you lied, as she started to shake her head.

“None of this makes any fucking sense.”

[aayakashii]

This is just a silly little fic with absolutely bonkers logic and the gifs are there just to illustrate the actions I'm describing, have fun with me 🫡

It's a full moon. The air is humid, the night is cloudy, and you're tangled in your sheets, trying to sleep in the poorly ventilated room of the run-down cathedral. You drift on and off from sleep, tossing and turning on your bed, when you suddenly hear a noise coming from your door.

Scratch scratch scratch.

You try to shrug it off, chalk it up to some critter running around – heavens know there's a lot of them in this place – but it just doesn't stop.

Scratch scratch scratch. Scratch scratch scratch.

With a curse, you untangle your legs from your blanket and stomp your way towards the bedroom's door, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

You open the door harshly, ready to shoo something away (you hoped it was just one of the many campus cats), but when you look down, your eyes meet something you definitely wasn't expecting.

Right there, by your feet, there's a dog. A puppy, to be exact. Its fur is a mess of dark gray with a streak of yellow, and it huffed impatiently right after you opened the door, as if it was waiting for you to do that. With a grumpy and loud sigh, that tiny little thing with stubby legs makes its way inside your room, like it owns it.

You watch it with raised eyebrows, as it sniffs around your room and drags a dirty blanket by his teeth – it was bigger than its body, so the puppy occasionally tripped while trying to dutifully drag the blanket along.

The puppy looks up, apparently locking into your lofted bed, and makes way towards the stairs. Your phone rings while you watch it struggle to go up.

"Rui?" You answer the call as soon as you recognize the caller. It's weird for him to call you so late into the night, so you try to ignore the sudden puppy invasion and focus on him.

"Hey cutie! So sorry for the late call but this couldn't wait."

"What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Soooooo, this will sound suuuper weird probably but have you maybe seen a dog around?"

You widen your eyes, and slowly make your way to your bed, which the dog was now trying to (unsuccessfully) climb after a long and arduous battle against the stairs.

"In fact, I have seen a dog. There's an unknown puppy here right now. It woke me up just a few moments ago."

"Haha so, yeah!" Rui laughs awkwardly "Would you believe me if I tell you that's Lyca?"

You deadpan, staring at the puppy that is now getting cozy on your bed, putting its awfully stinky blanket on your sheets.

Lyca's stinky blanket.

You sigh.

"What the fuck happened now..."

Rui laughs awkwardly again.

"Beats me! Lyca asked to turn into a wolf during this full moon since it's been a while and instincts or whatever – werewolf stuff, am I right? – and Ed's guess is that some weird clouds went over the moon while he was turning and he became, well... a puppy."

You squint your eyes in disbelief even though Rui can't see it.

"You're kidding."

"I also think he might be joking, truthfully! But his guess is as best as mine."

"So now Lyca is a puppy?!"

You observe Lyca sleeping soundly on your bed, in between your pillows.

"Well... yeah?" Rui answers, not sounding very sure of himself "For like two or three days I think, at least until the moon wanes for real."

You rub your temples and think about buying laundry soap to clean your sheets and dog shampoo to wash Lyca's puppy stink.

"And now I have a surprise puppy?"

"Well, he trusts you, I guess" Rui says, sounding a little bit bitter.

You think about groaning out loud, but stop yourself before you making any noise that could wake Lyca up.

"Will you at least help me buy dog food?"

Rui laughs, now sincerely.

"Of course, cutie! Sorry to drop this on you right now in the middle of the night!"

You two bid your good nights, and you watch Lyca while his dark grey paws move around as he dreams (probably about running).

You are a puppy parent now. Congratulations. It's time to go borrow a baby sling from Haru.

Extra headcanons

You do borrow a baby sling from Haru because Lyca has the energy of a thousand power plants. You need to keep him close otherwise he'll probably destroy something and cause the second Clash. These are now your outfits:

Lyca has the biggest zoomies you have ever seen in your life from any dog ever. And in the worst timing ever. It's either right before class or late at night. If you hear a sudden taptaptap, you just know it's him and his sharp nails scratching the wooden floor. You look to the side and he's like this

One time you do end up losing him. You blinked and he was gone. After a LONG and desperate search, you find out Lyca is actually in Vagastrom. Apparently Alan is very good with dogs and you find the two of them working out. Well, ALAN working out. Lyca was just doing his best with his little legs.

As expected, Subaru is very helpful. He finds the whole situation amusing, despite worrying for his friend. Once he finds out that he will go back to normal though, he absolutely loves it. And it turns out that Lyca loves to play in the rain and in pools/lakes and Subaru is very enabling. It's not him that will have to give the stinky puppy a bath later on, after all!

Speaking of baths, he hates them. Not surprising at all. But he's small and you're a giant next to him, so he can't escape his suffering the bath. You've taken plenty of pictures of him in situations like this:

He also hates that he has to eat dog food. He wants Sho's lunch!!!! He WILL run like mad to get to Sho's food truck. If you blink, he'll go ZYOOOOMMMMM

But little did he know: you already warned Sho about not feeding your spoiled rescue. This is him whenever you or Subaru are eating Sho's food.

Also him after eating actual proper dog food.

Gimme all your headcanons btw @ghoulspaw 🎤

[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny we love everything you do! If you are up to, what about IT girl has a date and jk open a live coincidently on the same day and time so she cannot go

(Ps: Her date is an asshole and jk knows it)

You guys have really made me wanna write this... Warnings for Jungkook's internal dirty thoughts haha

First part: here

There's no fucking way he will let you go on a date with someone like sangwook. Absolutely not.

You're way too nice to say no to the guy, and he himself knows that the staff member has a certain way with words, knows how to get his way. But Jungkook has also heard the horror stories of the guy getting girls drunk until they're barely conscious, just so he can have his way with them- and he won't just sit here and let that happen to you of all people.

Not if he can do anything about it.

Jungkook and you had honestly had a great time when you eventually came over to eat the re-heated instant noodles together. He learned some stuff about you, about your interest, about who you are apart from just your job. You share a lot more interests with him than initially thought, both of you having a love for gaming and good food. And he especially enjoyed how natural you were, treating him like a normal person, not like the idol he is.

Maybe that's why he just can't let you go now.

He'd heard of the date from Sangwook himself- he'd been chatting with another female staff about you, and how he'll 'find out' if you're 'as innocent' as you apparently act. It made Jungkook feel like throwing up, a guy like that potentially filling you up with alcohol just to eat you like prey- he can't let that happen.

You've told him how you seek love, romance, excitement and something almost childish.

Exactly what he wants, too.

So he goes live, the only way he knows he will keep you there, well aware that you take your job (hopefully) too seriously to go on a date instead. He doesn't know how close you are with him yet- maybe it's a lost cause, maybe Sangwook had been the reason you'd been so hesitant with jungkook in the first place-

But he has to try.

"Hm, hello." He greets the fans, but more so you who he hopes is watching on the other side. "Its quite sudden, isn't it?" He chuckles, holding onto the iced wine in the glass mug in front of him. "Looks like a date? Ah, yes it does, doesn't it?" He grins, acting all shy.

And there it is. An angry smiley- several, even.

It makes him chuckle as he reads the comments and imagines you fuming in your home, but he can take the heat coming his way if he at least prevents that horrible date from happening. Have you already started to get ready? He wonders what you might look like all dolled up. In a short dress maybe, one that hugs your curves just right, with simple delicate straps holding it up over your shoulders. He knows you need no fancy designer shit.

He'd rip it off of you either way.

"Army.." he hums, referring to the fans, but hoping that you get the message most of all. "If you go on dates, late- you be careful, right?" He says, taking a sip of his iced wine, before setting the mug down, and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. There's another round of emojis flooding in, and he can't help but laugh.

He continues this game for almost an hour, making sure that your date was not happening, before he ends the live.

And not even half an hour later, you're in his apartment, fuming, angry, upset. But you're there, and not with him, so Jungkook can't help but be satisfied.

Especially at the sight of you in a strapless denim-dress. Short, but long enough to cover you comfortably. The fabric stretches a bit over your curves, tits looking so good but a little uncomfortable. He would just have to pull down a little, just a tiny bit, and they'd spill out, he's sure of it. He can't see bra straps.

Are you not wearing one? Interesting.

You're pushing him lightly. "You asshole!" You yell at him. "You knew I had a date! You knew it!" You complain, and he nods, a simple smile on his face, and it only angers you more. "Stop laughing!" You demand, but he just raises his hands as if to show you he's no threat, but you just reach out to push him again-

But instead he pulls your wrists towards him, wraps his arms around you, completely catching you off guard as he holds you close, trying hard to ignore your body's warmth against his.

"I'm glad you didn't go." He says, and it sounds surprisingly serious. "I was worried you might." He tells you, and you hate how good he looks, how good he smells.

"Cause you wouldn't have someone to play around with?" You mumble still angry, and he chuckles.

"I'm not playing with you." He denies, swaying you both from side to side a little. "I really am not." He says as if to make sure his point gets to you.

"And yet you still ruined my date.." you complain.

"Sangwook isn't worth your time." He shakes his head.

"Oh but you are?" You scoff. He chuckles. Again.

"I mean, you're here, are you not?" He states.

You are. And you're not sure why you're here, why you didn't at least change, why you don't want to leave just yet.

"To tell you to stop trying to ruin my love life." You snap back in defense, and he laughs.

"Then stop trying to ruin mine." He says back, making you freeze in his arms before you both detach a little. "I thought we were good? Why did you agree to that date?" He wonders, and you shrug, crossing your arms.

"He asked... nicely, you know?" You say, looking at the floor.

"And you couldn't say no." He sighs. "Because you're too nice yourself." He scolds softly.

"I just.. wanted to, you know, talk to someone. Be social. Spend my evening with something else than animal crossing and icecream.." you try and justify yourself, and Jungkook suddenly opens his arms wide, shaking his head before he hits his chest.

"Am I not right here?" He complains. "Am I just an illusion or something?"

"..no?" You wonder, and he tilts his head in irritation for a moment.

"Then why am I not an option for you?" He asks, a little agitated. "I thought we were fine last time you were here. We had a really good time, talked, fuck I thought we were going somewhere!" He complains.

"I'm just.. scared." You say, and he runs a hand over his face.

"I know." He nods. "Lets just- okay. Do you want to try this?" He asks, motioning between you and him. "Yes or no."

"I don't know-" you start, but he shakes his head.

"Not an answer, try again." He tells you, crossing his arms.

"Jungkook what if we get caught-" You start again, but he denies it again.

"Yes or no. It's pretty easy." He says.

"What's your answer?" You ask, and he throws his head back in agony. "Okay, yeah- yes? But-"

"Good, great, fuck!" He barks out to no one, before he holds your face in his palms. "Just trust me. Please." He begs, eyes sparkling in both the light of the candle on his kitchen table, and the neon colored laser points traveling all around his walls from his moodlight.

"What do you want from me?" You ask, and he smiles.

"Your love." He answers, before he shrugs playfully. "And maybe the occasional fuck on the couch if I'm in the mood-" he starts, and you hit his chest at that, though you laugh.

"So you really do just want to screw me!" You whine, crossing your arms- unaware of how you're pushing up your cleavage.

"No, baby." He shakes his head, tongue running over his lip piercing. "I don't only want to fuck you." He answers.

"Though I won't say no if you're ever offering."

[pupyuj]

ena bestie haha...im erm CURIOUS (totally) abt kitty liz and her experiment 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 PLEASE WRITE IT WHEN YOURE FREE OR HAVE INSPO JSKSJDJDJDJD LOVE YOU

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hehehehe ilysm gooseyyyy this is so so late 😭😭😭😭 but better late than never bcs i see you guys missing kitty lizzy in my inbox 👀

it was one of the rare times that jiwonie was willing to truly try anything and everything her mommy wanted :(( she always gets like that whenever she realizes that you’ve had a rough day and just want an obedient little plaything to have fun with it—and that jiwon became!

it started out so sweet :(( kissing her and caressing her softly, gently marking her up while whispering affirmations and praises against her skin… the way her cute kitty ears moved every time you did anything was so adorable :(( but it only got even more exciting when you stripped her down, told her to lay down on the bed face down in the pillow and restrained her hands behind her waist 🤭🤭 cute little jiwonie was nervous and it showed with the way her body shook w both anticipation and fear… and more on the latter emotion when you blindfolded her w your favourite baby blue blindfold 😳

one would think that kitty jiwon wouldn't like it when her mommy does things so slow when she's needy... but jiwon actually loves it! feeling your hands explore her body the way you know it best, leaving kisses all over her back as one of your hands steadily made its way down to her dripping core.. kitty always gets wetter than normal whenever she couldn't see what's being done to her, and she loves it! “thank you for letting me do this, baby… let me reward you now.” and the reward is plunging your fingers deep inside her cunt without further warning, making her gasp loudly followed by a cute mewl 🥺🥺

jiwonie whimpering and wetting her blindfold with tears while you fucked her slowly but deeply 🫢 she could easily free herself from the restraints on her wrists so she can keep herself stable on the bed but you could see that she resisted the urge just for you—truly the best kitty ever 😣 you liked watching her cat ears stiffen every time you thrust your fingers inside her cunt, each and every moan and “mommy” sounding like music to your ears 🥺 of course, jiwonie would be drooling too! she just knew that she was making a mess on your hand.. thinking about cleaning it up for you only made her even wetter :((

but even when she’s being good like this.. jiwon wouldn’t keep being the most patient kitty ever 🤭 “m-m-mommy, i need you.. please…” jiwonie would say, struggling against her restraints and sniffling pathetically 😔 she needed you go faster, to fuck her harder, but you were intent on taking your sweet time :(( when she didn’t hear anything from your hand, she started bucking her hips towards you, which only prompted you to give her ass a good spank 🫣

“you’re not calling the shots here, kitty. be good,” jiwon couldn’t see, but she knew you were glaring down at her 💔 she knew she shouldn’t risk it, especially when you’re in this kind of mood, so she nods weakly. “that’s my girl.”

jiwon doesn’t normally take edging too well bcs she’s a sensitive little thing but she knew you’d want her to hold on for longer so that’s what she does 🥺 she whines and pleads quietly every time you pull your fingers out and have her lose all the build-up but she allows you to do it over and over again… exploring all the unknown parts of her carefully, smiling at the way she’d gasp in pleasure when you hit something good.. assuring her that you’ll reward her even more when the dust has settled and ofc she knew her mommy was true to her words so she fully submits to your care 🥺 completely bent over the bed with her ass up, her pussy all yours to play and toy with as you like…

[11vein]

heyho! how did you learn how to draw and make art in general? i find your artstyle visually pleasing and nice to look at, i wish to one day be able to draw like you but i don't know where to begin 😞 also what are your art inspirations?

i know this is a cliche answer but i self-taught myself and improved quickly in my early years simply by attaching to a character i really liked and drawing them nonstop especially during my school days (and that character eventually morphed into my oc kaizer) because my ADHD ass didn't want to do anything with school loL genuinely though this is one of the best ways to learn is just to get really obsessed with something and draw it and branch out from there after you've had your fill dont be like me completely though when it comes to studying with art, you should absolutely do fundamental studies too (still life/etc) . i was stubborn and didnt really do it because i dont find a lot of joy in it but i think its kinda stunted my abilities that i never did in recent years though i went from drawing characters just standing/busts in an empty space to realizing i love drawing actual scenes with characters interacting with their environments and it has forced me to learn ways to streamline my art process and learn to do backgrounds. its been fun but now ive gotten way too ambitious and perfectionistic about one-uping myself and burnt myself out so im currently working on re-finding my passion and ways to work around that perfectionism. so thats kinda where i am rn...?

anyway, its really a matter of finding an obsession and honing in on it like i said . so do that but dont get so obsessed you ignore important stuff like i have done haHA

sidenote. don't fuck up your wrist listen to artists when they say you should not overexert it and do stretches because im fucked with carpal tunnel syndrome in both wrists already at age 23 whoops. also references. dont be afraid to use those theyre so important it took me so many years to not be stubborn about them and that also stunted me anyway when it comes to my art inspirations/??? a lot of it is just aesthetics of various media ive absorbed into my brain and jumbled around, but when it comes to actual individual artists here are some im heavily inspired by on the visual art side (warning for nsfw/suggestive works on some of these artists pages)

nuqelear (rip)

sidu

urano000

cata_dioptric

vellmori (inactive)

populamalus

bakui (is this their name?)

avrilundi/_96peori theres absolutely so many more but these are like. some of my primary ones i can recall lately

[joannaliangart]

A LIST OF THINGS I CAN’T REMEMBER (2024) 6.5 x 6.4 in 23 page case bound book and handmade pastepaper. Papercut art and poetry

The “list” includes things of the mundane, humorous, and heavy. At its core, this book asks what exactly is worth trying to hold onto in your memory. Whether because of its trivial or traumatizing nature, is it ever better to forget?

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not sure if this is called papercut art? I'd been referring to it as 'paper art' in my mind but googling that leads to a lot of like, folded/oragami stuff too

final project for my praxis class in 3rd year! Got a good reception towards it during crit which was lovely C:

god this project took fucking FOREVER, I'm glad I did it because it turned out almost exactly how I pictured it but my goodness gracious AUGH it was a lil rough. I'd be working on this thing literally ALL day from morning till Very Late into the night for SEVERAL days straight to meet deadline it was kinda crazy. My floor was covered in a fuck ton of pastepaper I'd made and my finger was getting callused from holding the x-acto knife so frequently orz 23 pages of papercut images AND papercut words?? whhooweee

Watching a full playthrough of in stars in time is what kept me company during those long long days and nights haha, tis a very potent memory I have now (which now that the whole project-making ordeal is over is a p fun memory lol; isat is v v good)

some thoughts about this piece I jotted down in preparation for crit day:

A list of things I can’t remember my intention was to gather a list of mundane unimportant things as well as more like sad or poetically troubling things to disrupt it throughout. At the end it says “if I want to remember these things” because that is also something that I don’t remember, and it’s kind of the crux of the whole piece as this book at its core is about what kind of things are worth trying to hold into in your memory. 

That last page had black text because it’s the hardest to remember or think about, and as such it’s meant to be hard to read/make out clearly. 

The wavy black on the spine area is supposed to be like an encroaching darkness of forgetting lol

used pastepaper to make paper art trying to take advantage of the textures and colours I can make with pastepaper

+crit day installation! There were no white plinths left just this bright pink one?? But I was like. Actually that might fit the vibe lol and I think it did C: made the whole piece pop

For the assignment requirements we had to choose something from one of the special collections we visited, and I chose Janet Kellett's beautiful Qualicum Blue. And was also sooo grateful that googling it brought me to a whole website of theirs that had info on its creation. It's what got me into the rabbit hole of pastepaper and hoo boy! making it was a wholleee process haha; here's the slides I made for when we had to present our material research:

I did a WHOLE bunch of experiments; I really wanted to know what I could and could not do with pastepaper and I'm glad I pushed the material so much in the amount of time we had to complete this part of the project. My prof was surprised at how many experiments I did haha

+fun fact: I asked my prof if they could recommend me a place to source black paper for my book, and they sent me to what looked like such a weird sketchy on the edge of town looking place lmao But it was all good they were like a mass producer of paper or smth and they had a lil storefront? in their warehouse selling what I assume were leftover batches in smaller quantities; that was p fun and! Now I know where I can find paper

Also I got some remarks that the papercut art reminded people of The Very Hungry Caterpillar C:

[weirdozjunkary]

I don’t normally like to vent about myself or my life. But everything just feels like it’s spiralling for me and I just don’t know what to do. This is probably as personal as I’ll ever get on here haha.

I might eventually delete this. But I don’t know..

CW: personal life, SH and Sui talk

Right now my country Canada is entering late stage capitalism, as well as the US. It sucks, yes. But I figured that by the time I’m out on my own and I’m able to fend for myself, that most of this would blow over and I will be fine. But now it’s getting hard to think about stuff like that.

I believe I have undiagnosed autism and currently undiagnosed ADHD (was diagnosed as a child), which makes a lot of things hard for me. I’ve been wanting to get a diagnosis to help myself for the future. But I’ve been constantly told not to, as doing so would make people think less of me. And I hate that people have that mindset, even if it is true.

Something that is worse is that I can’t pay for anything. I can’t pay off my loans because it’s too high. I don’t even have a job to pay them off, I can’t even get a job because of my autism and because the job market is fucked. I’m moving to a whole other country really soon that I know nothing about so there’s no point in me even doing my schooling here anymore, the only reason I’m still going is because my dad wants me to. And if I don’t pay off my loans, my credit will be put in the “risk” category, credit mind you that I don’t have because I don’t have a credit card.

I cant even speak the language to the place I’m moving too, so I don’t know if I would even be able to get a job there other than just a cleaning person. And even if I come back here to Canada if I do my schooling there, I don’t know if I would be able to get a house because the housing market is absolutely terrible here.

If I stay here in Canada I have basically no one to fall back on if things turn to the absolute worse for me, and it really feels like life wants that to happen to me. I wasn’t really told much about life stuff as a kid, so now it’s biting me in the ass and I’m paying for it. I know I’m still stable at the moment, I have a house and food and water. But every day I hear more and more worse things.

I used to live out of spite, but now that spite is starting to fade on me. I can’t lie and say that I have thought the worst about myself, what I want to do to myself. I’m terrified of death, but sometimes it seems like the more favourable option. People always say to stay in the present, that’s what matters. It’s hard to stay in the present when the future keeps looking bleaker and bleaker.

I try to stay positive, that I will be okay in the end. I want to believe that I’ll be okay. But it’s getting harder and harder to see that

Everything feels like its burning around me and I don’t know what to do. It feels like it’s all my fault. That I’m just gonna die homeless and alone.

I’m sorry that this is so much more negative compared to what I normally post. Everything just feels so terrible and I don’t know what to do. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, I’m a young adult and yet I’m so worried about everything that it would all crash around me. Every time I feel even remotely stable, it feels as though life just kicks the rug under my feet and fucks everything up for me.

I want to feel okay again. But I don’t know if I ever will be.

[kaccvcate]

sorry if this is a bit of a personal question, but is your lifestyle costly in any way, especially concerning the gas for your (sick) car? and is homesickness inevitable?

i feel like a stationary life in a house for years bogs me down. i don't know if i feel this way because of my current living situation causing me a lot of stress and a lot of bad memories attached to my current home, being in a shitty area, mental illness, or all of the above, but i just don't feel like i can live this way especially with my increasing wanderlust (a strong desire to travel).

it was magical to me seeing your many interactions and various views when you were traveling around the country. it was honestly really exciting! i feel like there's a lot to witness in the world and i want to see what i can in the short time i have on earth. (i think it's why i love visiting my family so much, besides enjoying their presence.)

but i don't want to throw myself head first into it, ya know? i want to know how much it's going to cost me. i would love to travel, but i don't wanna go broke over it! ;^;

i also have a strong attachment to my current home, florida. no other place has really matched its beautiful savannas, messy yet beautiful rivers, crazy plant overgrowth, and the nostalgic noise of cicadas (i even managed to find a shell this summer! it's my most prized possession, physical music aside). but, god... i really feel like fucking off sometime and going elsewhere for a little bit.

sorry if this is a lot of personal details, haha... you just feel very easy to talk to and i would like to have a roaming lifestyle. haven't been attached to people as much lately due to things, and i want to have my own adventures and experiences. maybe it's some sort of natural instinct to finally leave the family? xD who knows

To be honest, I've struggled with mental illness and depression the whole time I've been running this blog, and since I've stopped being homeless the last couple months, I've become a completely different and much happier person.

My comic seems very lighthearted and happy go lucky because I choose to focus on positive parts of my life in my work, it helps me to stay alive. When I was a kid my parents took me out of Mississippi, isolated and abused the shit out of me. My whole life I've actually dreamed of being able to live here and make music and have friends, and the whole time I was homeless I was homesick as fuck and cried multiple times daily. A lot of the drug use I portray is from times I was extremely suicidal, now I'm happy as a clam and don't ever feel the need to get fucked up like that, or hate myself or my life or anything (I don't even drink anymore.)

I've always wanted to help my family, who live in extreme poverty, but as a disabled person felt unable to. Now through my work, I'm able to be healthy and improve my life, and it's extremely satisfying.

I know this isn't the answer you guys probably want to hear. When my life was horrible and I was surrounded by abusers, moving into my car was the obvious choice, and while I was homeless, travelling was the obvious choice. You wear out your welcome one place and have to move on. For a while at first I stayed in one place and kept day jobs, which was difficult because of my condition, then when my old truck broke down I moved into the bando and just shoplifted all my food that wasn't paid for by fan donations. Through the kindness of my fans I was able to go to New York, there I lived on the street, and sometimes slept in parks or crackhouses, which isn't the most fun (although there were lots of funny times also, which I drew comics of, and crackheads can be as nice as anyone when they choose to be.) I was hoping to get treatment for my condition and get on disability, but without a place to stay through winter it was impossible. It was thanks to the generosity of fans that I was able to get a van, and I tried again to move to Mississippi, but things fell apart and I had nowhere to stay, so to avoid police attention I went out west. I had wonderful adventures in california, but still I regretted leaving my family to struggle while I bummed around having fun.

Even times I was really broke, kind people would take me in and feed me. People seemed to go out of their way to be extremely nice all the time as soon as I was out of Mississippi, and when I got out west it was fun to hang out in San Francisco with all the other free people who lived in and around Golden Gate Park (there are many.) Travelling was fun, I made so many amazing friends across the country and had great times, but still it was hard to be truly happy.

I'm very lucky to have the support network I do, my life wouldn't be possible without it. Living in a van is definitely cheaper than living in a house for obvious reasons. If you're going to move into a van, get to California as soon as possible, it's the best place to do it. But if you feel you're in a good situation and have nothing to gain from homelessness, you should just enjoy your nice life and be grateful. And next time you have some extra cash or bud, go hand out some alms to your friendly neighborhood busker. They need it more than you.

[prince-liest]

Omg, I just wanted to say I ADORE your characterization of Al and Vox! I don't even have the words to express how much I love reading your stuff, especially the Anon responses you post on here. The behind the scenes thoughts are literally my food, lifesource, its so good when people not only write characters IN CHARACTER, but also include stuff about their analysis/understanding of the character too.. I'm literally obsessed with breaking down characters and yk, cracking their chrome domes open to see how they work (which admittedly, I am not the best at <_< but I love reading them). Just wanted to say how much I love your writing. I had maybe 2 questions, please don't feel pressured to answer them :>

What in your mind (in reference to the 66.6 fics) would motivate Alastor to let Val get close to him in the first place? Or was that more you picking these two characters up by the scruff of their necks and plopping them into a hypothetical scenario to explore their character and write some fun intimate thingsTM?

What do you think of the dynamic of Vox and Al vs something like Lucifer and Al? Personally I've noticed that something Alastor craves, behind the mask of his static smiling persona, is attention. He's (at least how I saw it) usually peeved when people don't care about his absence, and seems especially bothered by the King of Hell refusing to really acknowledge him, so he goes out of his way to push Lucifers buttons (like calling himself a father figure to Charlie, IN FRONT OF HER ACTUAL FATHER LOL) whereas with Vox, Vox is literally CONSTANTLY thinking about Alastor. Man literally interrupted his regular TV program to do a segment about how much he totally didn't at ALL care about Alastors dissapearance or the fact that he returned (suree buddy). So Alastor can have more fun with him and annoy him by ignoring and messing with him on purpose.

ty if you do respond to this, sorry if it was hard to understand, sometimes I forget how to put the thoughts in my brain into coherent words!

Ahhhh, thank you very much, anon! I'm especially happy that you're enjoying my commentary on Tumblr, haha - I spent a while on Twitter because that's where all the fandom zines I was in were being hosted, but nothing beats Tumblr for giving me a nigh-unlimited word count and a captive audience for my rambling! >:D <3 I'm back to cocooning myself on the OG hell site.

Thank you for this ask, it really brightened my day! :D

As for your questions:

1. I'm assuming that was a typo and that you mean Vox (but in case you did mean Val: that was just a funny accident of him walking by the room! Alastor wasn't paying enough attention until it was too late), and to that I say:

I think Alastor allows Vox to take a go at him in canon because he finds Vox's obsession with him to be entertaining, but also because Alastor is kind of a narcissist and that same obsession massively feeds his ego, especially in a political climate that otherwise forgot about Alastor. Vox's whole "Who gives a shit about Alastor coming back?! Haha, now let me have a public meltdown and short out power to the whole city about it! Oh, fuck, why is he back, though?? Can we send a spy in to find out??" is exactly the reaction that Alastor wants every time he mentions his mysterious absence and gets brushed off.

At the same time, Alastor doesn't seem to register Vox as a sincere and genuine threat. He's a big enough fish in the Pride Ring pond that his obsession with Alastor is gratifying, but Alastor's self-absorption also doesn't really allow him to treat Vox as a threat tier above "annoying in a funny way, and also television is stupid." (Perhaps this will change in season 2... :eyes: (or perhaps Alastor will get Even Worse) (please god let him get even worse))

So those two things in combination make Vox the perfect candidate for Alastor to experiment with while maintaining his ego and not feeling particularly threatened. Despite Vox's Safeword 101 talk, Alastor would never put stock into that system with Vox unless he was certain that he himself would be able to back up a 'no' with overwhelming force. Him even considering safewords in the Live On Air! series is less for his own sake and more a politesse he offers on Vox's request to warn Vox to slow the fuck down before Alastor tries to put his insides on the outside.

2. And in direct contrast, we have Lucifer...

... Who Alastor obviously actually cares quite a bit about, because he's a whole nother power tier from both Vox and Alastor, and furthermore and possibly even more importantly, a credible threat to Alastor's relationships and standing in the hotel. I think a lot of discussion I see about Alastor prodding Lucifer seems to talk about how quickly he got annoyed about Lucifer's comments, but that misses the fact that he was pissed off before Lucifer even showed up. He got pissy the moment he saw the welcome sign, actually! And I wager that he was narratively absent for the scene where Charlie actually calls Lucifer because he would have done his best to manipulate her out of doing so had be been there.

And given that the two clearly haven't met before (though obviously Alastor knows of Lucifer - and hates that the inverse isn't true, hah), it's not 100% clear exactly why he's immediately so annoyed, but in my personal view of things and barring something like "he's projecting onto Lucifer because his contract is with Lilith," I think that what we know of Alastor's personality points most strongly to "he liked being the hotel's benefactor and sees it as His Project, and doesn't like the idea that Charlie called daddy for something that she thought mysterious, powerful Alastor couldn't handle." He distracts a lot with obviously-goading comments about practically being Charlie's dad in his duet with Lucifer, but underneath that he puts a lot of emphasis on the work he's done for the hotel and the fact that he's been supporting Charlie and the hotel from the start, so why the fuck is this deadbeat asshole suddenly turning up?!

Tl;dr: Charlie missed her insight roll on Alastor's personal investments and he's sooooo offended - and taking it out on Lucifer!

I think one of my favorite things about both Lucifer and Alastor is that they both sooo obviously belong in the Pride Ring, hahaha.

[heeseungismymanz]

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n ex), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

°•More under cut•°

Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk!

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

**GOOD MORNING GORGEOUS** your alarm rings "Y/N WAKE UP!" You wake up to see your boyfriend staring at you and see you were sweating. "Y/N you okay? You were sweating really hard." You could tell you were sweating but you didnt know why. After realizing you just didnt say anything to him you quickly reply "oh yeah. were gonna be late lets get ready for school" You get ready for school. Dress up,hair,makeup, and perfume. "Hee im leaving to school" you say softly but loud enough for him you hear you. "Alright ill see you then! Love you" he says basically shouting from your bathroom. "Love you too"

Walking to school you see your friends karina,yunjin,and yunah. You run up to them, now more energetic. "GIRLS OMG!" You say basically yelling at them even though your right next to yunjin. "What the fuck girl why you yellin?" Karina says. "Just excited to see yall! But lets go before the bell rings. Its gonna ring in 5 minutes!" You say running ahead of them.

You get to your locker and open it. Placing your bags inside, Jake, heeseungs bestfriend walks up to you. "Hey! Is heeseung here? I wanna give yall an invitation." He says eagerly looking for heeseung. "Oh no but you can give it to me." You say as if you were tired with a raspy voice. "Oh sure! Its a party at my house." His house? You never beem there. Still you reply "Oh okay thanks!" You smiled at jake then walked away to your friends.

"Hey yun are you going to Jakes party?" You ask Yunah. "Uh maybe not. Have you seen my brother hee?" She asks acting like heeseung is the most valuable thing in the world (he is haha) "oh no i havent." You say then ask Yunjin "Jinnie are you going to Jakes party?" Asking desperately to not be alone. "Uhm no, he's a boppity bop whore" She says honestly disgusted. "Yeah he hooked up with like 10 girls in 2 days, no thanks." Yunah adds. "But yun,jinnie, i dont wanna be alone. Hes way out of my league and i dont wanna show up to his house because hes my boyfriends BESTFRIEND. And i know hee isnt going because he has basketball practice." You say annoyed. Then you hear, "Girl wake up! Your way better than him. Just come with us. Ill FORCE yun and jinnie to come to the cute cafe nearby." Looking behind your shoulder you see Karina. "Rina dont scare me like that!" You say honestly scared. "My bad just wake up!" Karina says. "Okay after classes im gonna be at my moms house then on monday ima be at my dads just for a visit." You say tiredly. "Oh okay" Rina,Yun,and Jinnie say in unison. "Just don't forget to add extra alarms cause you definitely wont Wake Up" Yunah says. You all laugh and walk thru the cherry blossom trees at the entrace of your school garden.

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AN: Im so sorry this was short 😭 i feel pressured to make it good not long. And my auto-correct was off while i wrote this and i was a lil drunk even tho i didnt drink and probs never will and it was 5 am... But enjoy haha!