#No wonder why these guys are so pressed when it comes to TROP

[rey-jake-therapist]

18-19 years me watching these Aragorn scenes: "oopsie...."

[duskamethyst]

de trop.

a/n: idk why but i love creepy and asshole dabi. also, i noticed i just went slightly over 100 followers. thank you!

word count: 5.3k

genre: quirkless AU, smut, nsfw, mature

warnings: disgusting–  noncon, dubcon, pseudo incest, infidelity, forced breeding, degradation

pairings: touya x f!reader (with mentions of enji x reader)

summary: you and enji are married to each other. there is still tension in his relationship with his children and they are still in the process of accepting you as their new mother but touya takes the initiative to get closer to you.

being married to enji todoroki isn’t easy.

you’re a sight for sore eyes. young with a body that’s to die for. to some people, you were considered as a trophy wife or a gold digger judging from the obvious age gap between the two of you and how wealthy he was. you and enji paid no mind to it, the love and trust you had for each other was more than enough to keep the relationship going and it was all that mattered. you enjoyed playing the role of a little housewife; cooking, cleaning and managing the household while he provided for the family. 

his children had a hard time accepting it but what child wouldn’t when their new (super hot) mom is around their age and the strains they had before you exist in their lives didn’t help either. it took months for any of them to even speak to you, and it’s usually only a couple of words throughout a week. deep inside you knew if they ever had a say in their father’s marriage with you, they would be quick object to it.  

you love them, though– with all your heart. you didn’t want to feel like an outsider. you hope to be in their good graces sooner or later so they could fully accept you into the family. you even tried to learn what their favorite meals are and how to cook it. aside from enji, you’ve never really gotten any compliments for your cooking but it’s okay, you took it as an opportunity to try harder! dinner time was always a bit racking and quiet, neither of you nor his children really tried to talk to each other and even when you tried, you were always answered with one word replies that entirely cut off the whole conversation. after dinner, they’d usually walk out from the room to be alone by themselves, leaving only you and enji by the table. nonetheless, fuyumi was nice enough to help you with the dishes. 

usually it'd only be the same faces you see around the house in the evening: enji, natsuo, fuyumi and shouto. all of them were usually occupied with their normal activities outside the house, leaving you alone to manage whatever there was that needed to be done and the only time you’d usually walk out of the house was when you needed to buy groceries. you’re aware that your husband had a total of four children, but you rarely saw the eldest around and you had no idea what he did for a living. all you knew is that you’re a couple of years older than him.

you saw him once at the wedding ceremony, though only for a short while. enji had introduced you to him; touya. if anything, he seemed rather uninterested about the whole thing but you were grateful that he made an effort to come to the wedding although he was also the first one to leave and you never heard from him ever again. like all people around his age, he probably had a lot going on in his life right now.

turning the corner to the todoroki’s residence, you are suddenly met with a male sitting down in front of the gates. you slow down in your tracks as you try to identify the mysterious guy while your hand clutches on your phone harder in preparation to call the police in case it turns out to be some perpetrator roaming the neighborhood in broad daylight. 

however, the man notices you and turns his head towards you– immediately greeting you with his cerulean orbs; a very prominent feature of the todoroki family. 

“touya?” you call hesitantly as the male stands up on his feet, his hands shoved lazily inside his pockets. 

“yeah.” he simply replies as he eyes you up and down when you walk up to him with a grocery bag in one of your hands.

“it’s nice seeing you again!” you chirp as you look up to him in awe, unnoting the mischievous glint in his eyes and his lips quirk into a lopsided smile. “are you here to see your father?” 

“kinda, yeah.” he scratches the back of his neck as he steps aside to allow you to open the gate for the both of you.

“well, he’s at work right now.” you frown before smiling again when an idea pops inside your head. “but you can stay until he’s back. i’ll cook you something while we wait for him. you must be hungry!”

touya doesn’t answer but instead he follows you inside the house. after sliding into your house slippers, you put down your groceries on the table and swiftly put on your apron before taking out the ingredients to begin cooking. 

“i’m not sure what you like… but i can make curry or omelette rice for now.” 

touya snickers as he leans on the kitchen island, eyeing you as you fish out the vegetables from the refrigerator and the grocery bag, “don’t trouble yourself.”

“oh, i insist!” you wave your hand dismissively. “we’re family, after all.”

you turn to the sink to wash each of the vegetables and eggs thoroughly all while striking up a conversation. as you’re about to reach for the cutting board and the knife, a pair of hands suddenly rests on your shoulders, making you jump in surprise. you turn your head around to see touya looming too close behind you as his gaze boringly through you. 

“um, do you need something?” you ask nervously, wiping your wet hands on your apron that you only wrap around your waist and below. 

he ponders for a moment as he continues to stare at you before speaking, “just wondering how you ended up with a scumbag.”

your eyes widen in shock at the heinous word that rolled off his tongue. you’re well aware of the tension in enji’s relationship with his children but none of them dared to say such words about him– well, at least not in front of you but the mocking smile etched on his lips makes you fumed inside and you’re definitely not having it. 

“listen,” you shove his hands away and turn your body towards him. “if you’re here just to insult any of us, the door is wide open for you.”

touya whistles as he revels in the amusement of watching you play the role of a good little wife for his dear father. such pitiful little thing. throwing your youth away and devoting your life for the man that least deserves it. he finds it even more ridiculous how hot you are and his dad was the one that managed to land you, not him. where the fuck did he even find you? why did you even end up with him? you obviously made a mistake and he wants you to see it.

“how good was it? you got fucked dumb by his cock or something?” he jeers. 

you feel your cheeks begin to heat up from anger and embarrassment from his crude words that your hand instantly lifts up to give him a slap on the face. however, it never reaches his cheek instead he has caught you by the wrist– just a few inches away before he’d actually feel the harsh impact. 

“tsk,” he scowls before twisting your hand and making you turn back around and shoves you in front of the counter as you yelp in pain. “got some fight in you, huh? no wonder that old geezer likes you.”

“t-touya– it hurts!” you whine as you struggle under him. he notices how your ass subconsciously rubs on his groin with each movement and (as if he wasn’t already mid hard from seeing your ass when you bent down in front of the fridge) he feels his cock twitch inside the restraints of his pants. he notices that you might’ve realized it too since you suddenly stop grappling and freeze underneath him. 

“why’d you stop?” he chuckles. “such a tease, aren’t you?” 

a tint of pink spreads across your cheeks in shame this time and you quickly shake your head to deny the outrageous accusation. seeing how fast you change from being so uptight to suddenly becoming uneasy in front of him, he thinks you look like a puppy that just got kicked and trembling in fear. and boy, it sparks some sort of disgusting excitement in him. 

“you see,” touya’s fingers reach for the loose ribbon of the apron, easily tugging it as it comes undone before carelessly discarding it to the floor. “it makes me a little jealous.”

as much as your mind is spinning and how scared you feel right now, your eyes wander around to look for something to protect you since you still have your other free hand to reach for the knife. there’s no way you are going to commit murder but you still could threaten him to leave you alone, the very least. if only you could reach for it, though. 

as if he could read your mind, touya grabs a fistful of your hair that leaves a stinging pain on your scalp in order to pull your body back against his. your neck twists to the side as he forces you to look into his menacing eyes. 

“pay attention to me when i’m talking to you.” a sharp and threatening tone enfolds in his voice as he speaks. before you could retaliate, touya turns both of you around and pushes you down towards the kitchen island with his weight pressing behind you to keep you from escaping. he releases the clutch to your wrist and your hands quickly try to prise the hand that has been holding the back of your head. despite your efforts, his grip only remains tighter and makes you wail in agony. 

“shut up.” you don’t miss the rattling sound of a metal buckle coming from your back. when he releases the grasp on your hair, he swiftly pulls both of your wrists together and next thing you know, the texture of leather can be felt brushing against your skin. 

“touya, let go.” you muster all the courage you still have but your voice betrays you as it comes out weak and meek. 

“no,” he grins. “i like seeing you like this.” he presses his body down further, making you bend down on the counter and you gasp in surprise as he takes the opportunity to rub his hard-on against your ass. 

“fuck.” he growls in your ear. the friction feels like an itch that he finally gets to reach. almost. the soft flesh feels so good against his cock and he can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to be inside of you. you must be warm and tight. god, he hopes it’s tight. 

it’s wrong. it’s so wrong. you chant inside your head as you find your thighs already pressing against each other while touya is making himself busy finding relief from your back and the grunts in your ear don't help either. you want to cry, you want him to stop but the twisted feeling in your gut tells you otherwise. you feel revolted and disappointed in yourself.

the grinding comes to a halt as he pushes himself back to take off your jeans. the thick fabric is in the way and it isn’t enough for the ache in his pants. his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he relishes in the sight of your ass, adorned with a pair of simple red panties that seems to be provoking him further. 

“shit, you’re gonna make me cream in my pants.” touya smacks the flesh hard enough to see it bounce and you yelp in shock and humiliation. his fingers move around your thigh to reach your clit and to both of your surprise, your juices are already pooling and forming a damp patch on the flimsy fabric. 

your heart stops and your eyes wide open in horror as touya’s sinister laugh rings in your ears. 

“holy fuck. mommy is a fucking whore.” he mocks, voice laced with amusement on his discovery. 

“stop this, touya.” you plea but a sharp pain shoots throughout your body as a hand comes down hard on your ass again. he has one hand pushing you down on the island by the neck, your cheek pressed against the cold marble and one roughly spreads your legs apart before pulling your panties down, the slick forming a clear string from your sopping cunt onto the fabric and eventually splits as it slides down further to the floor. 

“why? you clearly enjoy this.” he breathes against the shell of your ear, making your body shudder in response. you open your mouth to retort, instead a soft mewl slips out from your lips when his fingers creep up on your slits and coating it with your essence. his thumb rubs circles on your throbbing clit and it got you biting your lower lip to stop any more shameful noises from escaping. 

seeing how stubborn you are is leaving him unsatisfied so touya props himself on his knees and pulls you closer to his face by the hips. he swallows almost too loudly when he sees how your pussy is glistening with your slick when he spreads open the folds with his fingers. immediately, he sticks out his tongue and begins to lap off the juices from your dripping cunny. 

“nggh– ” you try to push away but the firm hold he has on your thighs only pulls you closer to his face and cements you in place. you turn your head to look back at the male, but the sight of his face drowning between your ass cheeks only adds more fuel to your arousal. his eyes flutter open and catch you staring. he continues to lock his gaze with yours as he watches you whimper when he inserts his tongue into your wet, gaping hole. 

it feels so lewd, so dirty but fuck it makes your hips jerk desperately closer to his face, wanting his tongue to fuck inside you deeper and drool starts to trickle from the corner of your mouth. the kitchen is filled with nothing but the pants and squelching sounds that are borderline pornographic as he sucks and laps all your essence. touya revels in your flavor as his wet muscle moves in and out deliciously while his mind wanders and curses how enji got to be the one to taste you like this every night. 

“wanna cum already?” he audibly whispers as he realizes how your legs are already trembling. if it wasn't for him holding your thighs, you would’ve sink down to the floor. 

it shouldn’t be a question. of course you want to cum. he’s only asking because he wants to humiliate you and probably to boost his ego. so you remain quiet through the heavy breathing while painfully trying to deny your orgasm. 

a cocky grin quirked on his lips and you don’t miss how his chin and lips are shimmering wet with your juices. touya is strong-willed and he takes your stubbornness as a challenge. he actually prefers to deny you your orgasm but he’ll save it for another time because right now, he wants nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue. 

“can’t hear you, doll face.” he slides in two digits inside your cunt and groans at the way your walls are already milking his fingers. touya can’t wait to ram his cock inside your tight pussy so he sets up a new determination; pumping his fingers fast and deep to make you cum faster. 

an uncomfortable sensation is squeezing down in your core from the intrusion. it gives you some sort of relief and throb at the same time. it feels peculiar; something like you’ve never felt before and it feels so fucking intense. touya rubs deep circles on your clit and you’re no longer able to hold in the moans from your lips and your eyes squeeze shut as the orgasm continues to build until it dramatically crashes down– your vision turns white at your foreign but mind blowing release. 

you erratically pant for air and your eyes flutter open again to realize that you just squirted. 

“that was so fucking hot.” he pulls out his fingers and slaps your pussy. you whine at how your cunt convulses from how empty it suddenly feels. “don’t worry, doll. i’m gonna give you something better.” he coos and gets back up on his feet.

your body is already limp from your release and you’re feeling light headed that you don’t even fight back when touya carries you over his shoulder and walks out from the kitchen. your eyes wander from door to door, thinking that he’s probably marching towards his room. 

but once you land on a familiar large and bouncy bed, eyes staring up to the familiar ceiling– you know something is terribly wrong. as if to reaffirm yourself, you turn your head to the side and you clearly see the picture of you and enji from the wedding ceremony on the vanity. there’s no doubt that touya has brought you to the very room where you share your nights together with your husband. 

your stomach churns once touya immediately hovers above your body and caging you in, a smug and devilish grin curves on his lips. 

“d-don’t do this, touya– ” you whimper, the restraints from your back making you uncomfortable as you try to move. 

“ah, ah.” he shushes you. “after i made you squirt on my face, of course i have to feel your pretty pussy around my cock. bet he never even made you squirt before.” he knows damn well it’s true because he sees the hesitation in your eyes before you look away in embarrassment. 

your bottom part is already bare and naked when he kicked off your jeans and panties before carrying you earlier and he kneels between your thighs to keep your legs spread. touya kisses you before you can even utter another word and he easily slides his tongue inside your mouth when you gasp in surprise. 

while his tongue is roaming around in your mouth, sucking on your tongue and making you pant for air, his hand snakes into your shirt to grab a handful of your breast. he starts to massage your mound, fingers slipping into your bra to rub your hardened nipple with his index and thumb. the kiss breaks as you mewl underneath him and he leans further down and attacks the soft flesh of your neck with his teeth.

“don’t– it’ll leave a mark.” you say between pants. 

touya pulls away to look at you. his turquoise eyes flash between amusement and bewilderment. “that’s the only thing you’re worried about?” he cackles. “not at the fact that another guy is gonna fuck you on your husband’s bed?”

your cheeks burn pink in shame when you realize that he’s right. you’re worried about the wrong thing. your mind fumbles to find the right words, to make it make sense when you’re also trying to reason with yourself in this compromising position. 

touya realizes the question strikes something in you from the perplexed look on your face and he finds great pleasure in it. your attention draws back to him as he suddenly lifts up your shirt, a brow raises when he notices you’re sporting a front clasp bra. you’re really making this easy for him, aren’t you? it’s almost like you’re asking for it. 

“then i’ll leave a mark where no one can see.” he suggests nonchalantly, reaching to unclasp your bra before your breasts pours out from the confinements. touya leans down to suck on one nipple while he flicks the other with his finger, sending waves of pleasure down to your core. you squeal at the sensitivity, thighs unable to press against each other for relief because his own legs keep you nice and open. 

touya continues to suck and nibble harshly on the skin of your breasts, still intent to leave bruising marks all over your chest while you try to shake him away. while the possibility of having marks on your neck is bad, having them on your breasts are even worse. should enji wants to fuck you tonight, would he let you keep a shirt on? would it seem weird? his orders are absolute and you always listened like a good girl but what if–

“you’ll be sore by tonight, i don’t think you can take another cock inside your slutty cunt.” as if he could read your mind, he interrupts your train of thoughts.

touya stands on his knees and a sense of pride washes over him as he takes in the view of littering bruises on your breasts and the flustered look on your face. he continues to take off his jeans and boxers down to his knees before kicking them off the bed. his hard cock finally getting an alleviation as it springs free from the restraints of his jeans for too long. 

the tip is already flushed with a bead of precum and you swallow heavily at the girth– it’s not as thick as enji’s but the length makes up for it. touya begins to line his cock with your entrance, mixing the pre from the tip with the juices from your sopping pussy. a soft whine finds its way past your lips as he rubs his tip through your folds and teases your neglected clit. 

“are you gonna let me fuck this pretty little pussy?” he nudges your clit as his cold gaze pierces through you. “on your husband’s bed?”

the reason touya never stops pointing it out is simply because he likes it. he gets off to the thought that he gets to fuck his dad’s hot wife on his own bed and especially when she is this submissive and vulnerable. above all, enji is his least favorite person in this world. 

you seem reluctant but there’s a brief glint of lust in your doe eyes and it makes his cock grow impossibly bigger. 

“if you’re not gonna answer me, i’ll just leave you like this until he comes home.” the threat masks his impatience. he can’t wait to fill you to the brim and make you cream all around his cock. 

you shake your head, “n-no, don’t! i– please...”

“please, what?” he snickers, slowly poking his tip just by the entrance before pulling out and it affects your body just as much as his. “tell me what you want.”

“please,” you purse your lips flat, bracing yourself before the next few words. “f-fuck me.” 

touya pushes your legs back to your chest before pulling you back down closer to him. a hiss slips out from his lips as he protrudes into your warm cunt– it’s everything he imagined it to be and you’re already sucking him in. you’re so perfect for him.

“so fucking tight,” he growls as he inches in deeper until he’s in balls deep while you squirm underneath him. “i don’t think he fucked you right.”

that’s wrong. in fact, your sex life has been fulfilling. enji can be rough but he can be gentle when you ask him to. the only extra points touya gets is the fact that he managed to make you squirt once and nothing more than that! hopefully.

the current position makes you put your weight on your back and it’s causing discomfort when you have your arms tied behind you but the moment touya starts to pound into your pussy, the ache suddenly becomes the least of your worries and is replaced by the feeling of being stuffed full by his cock. you can feel the popping vein brushing against your walls each time he rams in. 

thanks to your dripping cunt, his pace is relentless and you quickly become nothing more than a moaning mess. 

“who’s fucking you– hah– this good?” he grunts, eyes watching you as your face contorts into a blissful expression with his every thrust. he smacks and bite your thigh roughly in an attempt to draw your attention to him. 

“y-you are!” you wail in a mixture of shame, pain and pleasure. 

“what’s my name, slut?” 

“t-touya!” the lack of resistance in your voice surprises not only you but also him.

he lets out a throaty chuckle, “don’t tell me you’re already dumb on my cock?” he rams deeper and you can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. “such a dirty whore.”

you find yourself not able to care about the crude names he’s throwing at you anymore. he’s right, you’re already drunk on his cock. touya rejoices in the sight before him and burns the image deep inside his memory. he wishes he could send a picture of you to his father, his mind already picturing the horrid look on his face and it serves as a fuel to the firing resentment inside him.

“you like me fucking you while your husband is out?” the thought of it is so revolting but it somehow makes your pussy throb. it’s as if there’s an ongoing war inside your head and your body seems to betray you.

he presses down on your clit and you feel your pussy clench tighter around his cock. the pressure that has been building overtime feels so tight and it’s threatening to snap. 

“ah– gonna cum!” you cry. you feel so close and your toes are already curled in anticipation for your next orgasm. 

but you’re suddenly pulled far away from your awaiting orgasm and you let out a pathetic whine when touya suddenly stops ramming his cock inside you. 

“if you’re gonna cum on my cock,” he grabs you firmly before rolling to the side so he’s laying on his back while you’re propped up above him with his cock still inside you. “then you gotta work for it.”

instinctively, your hips begin to roll desperately. you’re just so horny and so needy for his cock. 

“that’s a good slut.” he moans. his hands rests firmly on your hips to guide and help you from falling down as you wildly bounce on his cock. suddenly, the sound of a shredded fabric rings in your ears and you realize that touya has ripped off the shirt that you still had on earlier while your bra is already hanging loosely down your arms.

now everything is perfect. your back is arched and your amazing tits are bouncing up and down in front of him while you ride his cock in desperation to reach for your high. 

“tell me i fuck you better than your husband does.” he teases your clit with his thumb and your head lulls back from the intensity and tingling sensation in your core. 

you bite your lip so hard, it could draw blood. you don’t answer him but instead you try to grind closer and harder on his mere touch, your mouth agape as you whine like the bitch in heat you are.

“say it.” he presses his thumb harder but draws back immediately when your body starts to shake. you’re panting for air and the roll of your hips start to stutter though still aching for your release.

“t-touya, i want to–”

“then let me hear you fucking say it,” he smacks your thigh before gripping your hips to force you to stay completely still. “you had no problem screaming my name earlier.” he mocks, fingers digging into your flesh.

your slick is dripping down on his balls, your walls are already clenching on his cock and you’re just longing for some friction to fully push you over the edge. “you fuck me so much better than him, touya.”

“mmhmm,” he lets out a triumph sigh, guiding your hips to move agonizingly. “what else?”

what else? what else does he want you to say? your mind is already hazy with lust and the tight coil in your guts are begging to snap any time soon. 

“i-i want you so much! need your cock! want your cock to make me–  ah!” 

touya lifts up your hips slightly and slams deep inside your cunt. an overwhelming sensation aches deliciously in you core and it only grows more with every thrust. strings of curses escape from his lips and his fingers bury in so deep into your skin, you’re certain that it’s going to leave more marks on your body. 

his thrusts are so vicious and you can’t prop yourself up any longer and it results in you quickly melting down to his sweaty chest. his hands clutches the meat of your ass as he lifts up his hips higher and continuously rams inside your pussy while your hips buck to meet his thrusts. 

“ngh– fuck. right there!” you moan as your body quivers and there’s the presence of that intense feeling again. a feeling you can’t quite catch in the pits of your stomach but is begging to come out. with a snap of his hips and his teeth sinking on your shoulder, a potent wave of pleasure washes throughout your body and you could see stars. your hips shake brutally from the results of the impact and your mouth parts to a silent scream. 

your breathing turns inconsistent as you find solace in his rapid heartbeat. 

“you’re not lying, huh?” he muses. you look up at him meekly and confused but his eyes are concentrated where your bodies are joined together and he’s very pleased. “you really needed my cock to squirt.” 

the bed sheet is soaked now. the very bed where you and enji always cuddle up against each other and you ruined it. because of another man, and not just any man– has caused you to wreck it. 

“i’m not done with you yet.” touya pulls out his cock and pushes himself off of you so you’re laying weakly on your stomach. he positions behind you before lifting up your hips, forcing your back to arch and ass to perk while your cheek rests against the mattress. your body shivers as you feel his tongue licks a strip of your juices. a groan erupts from his throat as he mercilessly slides his cock inside your dripping cunny. you wail from the overstimulation but he pays no mind to it as he remains rutting his hips in pursuit of his own orgasm. 

“that’s it, doll. so– fucking good.” he breathes as he picks up his pace while you whimper underneath him. “you can take it, yeah.” you hope that he’s showing you concern but the tone of his voice implies that it’s a command rather than a question. 

the grasps on your hips are tighter each time he impales his cock inside you. his thrusts are so strong that you can feel your head getting closer to the headboard. the lecherous noises of skin slapping against each other reverberates throughout the huge room, almost loud enough to overpower both of your gasps and moans. 

“i’m gonna fill this slutty cunt with my cum,” he grunts, rutting his hips faster. “you want it, right? fuck– make you carry my children.” 

realization shoots through you and tears start to well in the corner of your eyes. “no, no. please, not inside!” 

his sporadic pace starts to falter before his cock twitches inside you and you feel warm, ropes of cum filling up inside you. touya breathes heavily and his semen drips along from your pussy as he pulls out his cock. he keeps your hips in place as he shoves back in the cum inside with his finger before untying your wrists and laying down next to you to catch his breath. 

“don’t worry your pretty head. the bastard will never find out.” he suddenly interrupts after a brief moment of silence. you both know what he’s going on about and it’s definitely not the bruises nor how messed up the bed is. 

“h-how?” 

“it’s gonna come out of you. he’s never gonna ask any questions.” 

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[reidimagines]

Cinnamon and Vanilla

ahh, yes, my fave trop: sunshine and tough exterior relationship. hope you enjoy!

Warning! brief homophobia by the unsub

Summary: Y/n is a baker from around the corner, that happens to be dating Emily. Because if this, she stops by at least once a week with fresh good, if only to see Emily. The team doesn’t know about what they have going on behind closed doors, until a slight inconvenience happens.

“Plans for the weekend?” Derek asked, turning his last file in and grinning at Emily.

 “Why are you asking?” She said, preparing her bag.

“You’ve just been happy, maybe a special occasion? A date?”

Emily laughed, shaking her head. “If you count sleeping and drinking wine as a special occasion, yeah.” Derek chuckled, walking back to the office with her.

“Well, I just can’t believe a pretty woman like you isn’t getting attention from men.”

 She just rolled her eyes. “Who says I want that?”

“Ohh,” He drawled out with a grin. “Sounds like you got your eyes on someone-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Emily said. “Let’s not do this.” That only made him laugh more.

“Well, who are you texting in the car, who are you calling every evening when we’re on a case?”

“Shut up,” She groaned, moving to her desk. Then, it was as if the sun was shining a bit brighter again, as if everything made a bit more sense. You stepped in.

“Hey!” You were carrying a big bag, and everyone could almost smell the goods inside. “Emily texted you got back, so I brought some goods, figured you could use them.” You flashed Emily a brief smile, a little brighter for her. It didn’t matter, not really. From the moment you’d walked in, she had a large grin on her face, one so bright and loving that it surprised her no one commented on it. That no one noticed.

From the moment you walked in, everyone’s eyes were on you. You had this effect, Emily called it the sunshine effect of Y/n. When you entered the room, you compelled people to look at you, and when they did, they saw beauty, they smelled vanilla and cinnamon. It was all so you, and Emily loved every detail.

“Definitely made my week,” Derek grinned. “Prentiss, you have the most amazing friend in the world.” He said, digging into one of the boxes. If she hadn’t been so focused on you, she wouldn’t have noticed your slight flinch at the words, the way you looked at your hands.

The other members soon came for their piece, too. “You’re a gem,” JJ said.

“We’d make a good duo in the kitchen,” Rossi said, which made you smile like an idiot.

As delicious as it was, Emily couldn’t stand you so close, yet so far. “Hey,” she placed her tart down. “Can we talk?”

You smiled, and every cloud seemed to vanish. “Of course,” you followed her, until you were out of earshot. “I missed you.” You said, then. You reached for her hand, which she squeezed.

“How- how are you?” She managed. “I wish I could have talked to you more, but-“ You wanted to kiss her. You always did, when you were in the office, seeing her after a long while. As much as you understood why she wanted to keep it a secret, you wanted to hug her, and give her a hello kiss.

“It’s okay,” You smiled. “I’m okay. I’d be amazing if you said you’d come over tonight, though.” She took a small step closer.

“Try to keep me away.”

You hummed, inching closer without meaning to. She didn’t stop you. “Why would I wanna do that?”

With a chuckle, her hand moved to your waist. “Can’t wait to get out of here and kiss you.”

“You can do it now,” You said without really thinking. You regretted it as soon as you said it. “I’m sorry, I understand why you don’t-“

“It’s okay,” She said, taking a step back. “It’s frustrating, I know.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but couldn’t.

You gave her a sad smile, before someone called. “Y/n, do you sell these?” Spencer asked, eating one of your newest creations. “They’re… heavenly.”

You chuckled, moving back to the group. “I’ll bring you some more on the next stop,” You grabbed the bag. “I have to go, gotta clean the shop, but save some for Garcia, please.”

“On it!” JJ said, closing the only box that had something left in it. You felt Emily’s eyes burning in your back, until you left the building.

—

“You should thank Y/n,” Rossi said. “That woman is an angel.”

For a moment, Emily wondered if he knew. It wasn’t like she was ashamed, not at all. It just felt… so personal. As if the team would know one thing too many. If he did, he didn’t comment on it, didn’t give her a look.

Emily smiled. “I thank her every time. Don’t know why she does it.”

Rossi raised his eyebrows, if only in surprise. “Isn’t it obvious?” At the lack of an answer, he continued. “She wants to see you as often as she can.”

Emily looked away, realizing that it was true. She was away for work a lot, and evenings were often cut short by Y/n trying new recipies or preparing for the next day. Their time spent together was little, and it was partly her fault. Not because of her job, per say, but because the time spent together in the office never really was together. They were friends, between those walls.

Emily would consider it, telling the team that she was dating you, but would it change anything, she wondered. Would it change the banter, the jokes. She knew that it wouldn’t, not really, but a voice deeper down whispered that it would, at least a little. She wasn’t scared of a lot of things, but this was one thing she’d always been afraid to face; she had to do it a lot of times, and it never got easier.

Forgetting to continue packing, she was pulled from her thoughts by Hotch. “We have a case,” He said. “No need for a go bag, it’s nearby.”

Cases in their own city were always intense, a bit more personal. But, she could still go to your place, although it would be late. And that was a victory in itself.

“Three women have been found dead,” JJ began, once everyone was seated.

“Three? We’re only getting called in now?”

“The MO was different, the only thing that linked them was that they were women. There’s a black woman, a brunette, and a girl with ginger hair.” JJ showed them pictures. “The first victim had light torture marks, was missing for about 24 hours. The unsub kept the next for at least 36.”

“He’s evolving,” Derek said. “Pretty fast, it you ask me.” He noted the increasing torture marks.

--

She had no idea what time it was, after midnight, for sure. She’d spent another day working at the case, another day where they weren’t sure of what connected the victims, another day they were little closer to finding the unsub.

She came to your apartment, you’d given her the key a little while back, if only to let her come in late without waking you. She half expected you to be asleep, half hoped you wouldn’t be. She found you on the couch, snoozing a bit with a baking competition playing on the television. The apartment smelled amazing, you’d spent the day baking again.

“Hey,” She whispered, carefully trying if it would pull you out your slumber. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled.

“You’re back,” You muttered, scooting over and opening your arms. “And you’re safe.”

Emily smiled, laying on the couch against you, your arms comforting around her. She went in for a soft kiss. “I am,” She said softly, letting you trace her face. “We’re not any closer to catching the unsub, though.”

“You’ll catch him,” You muttered, running your fingers through her hair. “You’re strong and smart, everyone on the team is.” You tried to hide a yawn, still sleepy.

She smiled, because even now, you were comforting and warm. It was like she was swimming in a pool of stardust, tickling in a gentle manner, the feeling of being lost in the unlimited space fading. You were there, her rock.

“Come on,” She muttered. “Let’s get to bed.”

You hummed in agreement, turning the tv off. “I’m really glad you’re here, Emily,” You said with a gentle smile as you entered the bedroom. “You make me feel safe.”

Emily was speechless. She had always noticed you felt safe around in the little things, but to hear you say it…

“How long has it been since you slept?” You asked, opening the covers with a smile, a silent offer. She hadn’t been at your place in a few days, and she looked like she hadn’t slept since then.

“Took a nap yesterday,” She said, grateful for the soft bed.

“You need sleep, babe,” You muttered, wrapping your arm around her, letting her move closer, her back soon against you. “How else will you keep us safe?” You teased lightly. It wasn’t until then that she realized how tired she actually was.

“I have to get up in a few hours,” She sighed, already not looking forward to leaving the warm bed.

“Wake me, I want to eat breakfast with you,” You said softly, pulling her a bit closer. “Please.”

She smiled, eyes beginning to drop close. She knew you’d hate yourself for saying that in the morning, but also knew that you’d love every second of it. “Did you bake breakfast, then?”

“Yeah,” You hummed. “A damn good one.” Emily chuckled, she didn’t doubt it.

 —

“Guys, I think I found what they have in common,” Garcia spoke quickly, the sound of her pressing in keys was in the background. “The latest victim had a girlfriend.”

The first thing Emily thought of was you. Oh god, he couldn’t be targeting-

“Let me guess,” Derek said. “So did the other three?”

“No, no,” Garcia said. “But they all had a history of dating women.”

“He’s targeting queer women,” Hotch said. “I think we’re ready to deliver the profile.”

“Hey, Prentiss,” Morgan said, pulling her out of her trance. “You good?”

She could feel the color draining from her face the more the reality set in. “Yeah- I uh, I’ll be right back. I need to make a call.”

She didn’t know if she was supposed to tell you, but she couldn’t not tell you. You were an openly queer woman, it didn’t take much more than a visit to your bakery’s Instagram to find out. She had to warn you, had to ask you to come over. She couldn’t let anything happen to you.

She stood up, if a bit unsteady. She felt the eyes of the team upon her, but no one followed her outside. She hadn’t noticed her hands were trembling. She had to know you were safe, wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t. She dialed your number, and felt a wave of relief wash over her when you answered.

“What a nice surprise,” You mused softly. She could hear all kinds of sounds around you, the bakery was full of life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Y/n,” She was finally able to breathe again. “You’re okay.”

“Yeah,” You sounded confused, and she could just imagine the way your eyebrows were knitted together, how there’d be flour on your face, maybe some chocolate. You’d smell of vanilla and spices, and your hair would be out of your face. Just picturing you made her a bit calmer. “Why wouldn’t I be? Is everything okay?”

Emily quickly shook her head, hoping to clear her thoughts a bit. “I need you to come over,” She said. “Please.”

“Now? It’s the middle of the day, I can’t just leave-”

“He’s targetting queer women, Y/n. Please, I have to know you’re safe.”

She heard you sigh. “Alright, I need to get the cookies out. I’ll close the shop. Be there in thirty.”

Emily closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to keep her calm. It didn’t work as well as she’d hoped. “Text me when you’re ready, I’ll pick you up-”

Despite everything, you chuckled softly. “Baby, it’s a ten minute drive, work the case, okay?”

She nodded to herself, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “Okay,” She muttered. “Yeah. Just… please be safe.”

“I will,” You paused, listening to her hurried breathing. “I love you.”

She smiled at that, her breathing still a bit rushed. “I love you, too.”

After a quick bye, Emily headed back inside, feeling only a little bit better. A part of her knew she was being irrational, at least a bit. They didn’t know where he picked hem up for sure, he hadn’t risked anything during the day, but still…  having you near seemed like the best option. The safest.

“Are you okay?” JJ asked when Emily walked back in. She managed a smile.

“Yes,” She took a deep breath, ready to tell why she stormed out. “I had to call Y/n. She’s… not straight. I asked her to come over here, I want to keep an eye-” She was interrupted by Hotch, who called her over. She excused herself, moving to her boss.

“Yeah?”

“There’s another body found. They think it’s Janne.”

“Already?” The unsub was getting bolder, spending less time with each victim. “He only had her for what, a day?”

“He feels that we’re close,” Hotch nodded. “You, Morgan and Rossi should go.”

“I-” Emily wanted to make sure you arrived here safely, but you were right, you had a job to do. “On my way.”

“Prentiss,” He stopped her. “Are you okay? Is there something we should know?” She quickly shook her head.

“Nothing yet.” While walking over to join Rossi and Morgan, she quickly sent you a message: I’m on a crime scene, text me when you arrive.

“You good?” Derek asks, once the three of them are in the car. “You looked kinda freaked out back there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Emily said, putting her phone away and deciding that she had to be okay, so she was. “So, is there any info?”

“They discovered the body not too long ago,” Rossi said. “They have no idea what the cause of death is, the body was pretty damaged.”

“Well, that didn’t change,” Emily muttered. “Did we get the profile to the media?”

“No, not yet, we figured we’d wait until we checked out the crime scene. He’s going faster, so he might slip, showing more.”

Emily nodded, hoping he had. As with any unsub, she just wanted him off the street as fast as she could, but it was a bit more personal than that this time.

--

Despite the worry, getting lost in her job and train of thoughts was incredibly easy. Emily soon forgot to check her phone, forgot to worry when she didn’t get a text. It wasn’t until they arrived back, that she seemed to remember.

“Hey,” She jogged over to JJ when there was no sign of you or freshly baked cookies. “Where’s Y/n?”

JJ frowned. “She isn’t here. Maybe she went to the police station? Spencer and Hotch are there now.”

Without hesitation, Emily called Spencer, asking if he’d seen you at the station. When his answer was no, she couldn’t breathe. She turned to JJ. “I think Y/n’s been taken.”

“What?” She quickly said, stepping away from her work. “Why do you think that?”

“I asked her to come hours ago, she said she would, and… she fits his type.”

JJ nodded, placing a hand on Emily’s arm, leading her to a chair. “Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s check the shop, maybe she got caught up.”

Emily didn’t have the energy to tell her you wouldn’t just not show up without a text, so she nodded, afraid to admit to herself what it meant if you weren’t there. JJ made a quick call, before taking her and Morgan along to your shop.

It was a short drive, but those few minutes hadn’t ever felt as long as they did. When they arrived, Emily knew something was wrong. The lights were out, but the door was unlocked. She could see the slight mess on the counter through the window.

The shop was your pride and joy, you never left it messy, not even for a lunch break. You even cleaned before she greeted Emily. Her breath hitched as she followed her team members in. It was awfully silent, there was no soft music playing in the background, no sounds of ovens, or happy chatter. She went straight to the kitchen. She couldn’t even call the others when she saw what she saw.

The kitchen was a mess, chairs were knocked over, a tray was bent and laying next to a few drops of blood. There was flour, all over the floor. She could see how you were dragged from under the table in the marks. What upset her the most, was the pool of blood. She couldn’t bring herself to look at it.

“Prentiss?” She finally heard, yet couldn’t turn her head, not when she was torturing herself with imagining what went down. “JJ!” Morgan called, stepping into the room.

“She was taken,” Emily whispered, taking a step back. “Is that hers?” She pointed to the blood, knowing Derek couldn’t tell for sure.

“Emily,” He said softly. She backed away some more, into JJ, who wrapped an arm around her for support.

She shook her head. She couldn’t get emotional now, she had to find you. “I’ll call Hotch.” She said, pushing JJ’s arm away and going outside. She couldn’t be inside there, not when it screamed Y/n, not when she swore she could smell your perfume. Not when she knew what took her.

Once outside, she wasted little time, forcing her mindset to change. “Hotch, he took another girl. Y/n Y/l/n.”

He was silent for a short while. She had no idea what was going on in his head, wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Alright, we may have found a lead. Meet us back at the station.”

--

“Okay, okay,” They could hear Garcia punching the keys with a bit more hurry and power than usual. Or maybe it just seemed that way to Emily.

Everything seemed to be going faster, as if before she knew it, they’d find you tortured, raped, and dead.

“Still six names.”

“Garcia, try looking for someone who’s been arrested or reported for crimes against members of the LGBT+ community and other discrimination crimes.” Spencer said.

She pressed a few keys, letting go of a tight breath. “One. Carl Lafosse, sending you his address right now.”

It was a weird relief to finally have a name on the person doing all this damage, on the person who was doing god knew what to you.

“Let’s go.” Emily said. She was the first out the door, insisting on driving. The drive felt too long, even when they were going as fast as they could without flying off the road. When she finally pulled up near the house, she was worked up and anxious. There was no time for that, though.

“Local police is on their way, we should wait for backup.” Hotch said. “There’s no clear sign she’s-”

“We’re going to wait?” Emily said, unable to keep the spat out of her voice. “We’re going to wait, while that asshole is doing god knows what-” She stopped. “Did you hear that?”

She turned her attention to the house, certain that she’d heard something. Then, it sounded again, a muffled scream, hold back by the walls.

“She’s inside.”

Hotch nodded: “Good enough for me.” He said, glancing at Morgan, who was getting ready to kick the door in.

Emily and Reid went to the left, the others splitting to the right or up the stairs. A chorus of ‘clear’ followed, until Emily heard your voice.

“Please,” Your voice was weak, afraid. “They’re already here, there’s nothing-” You yelped in surprise a soft sob following. Emily nodded at Reid and they turned the corner. The man they saw, Carl, was holding you, a knife pressing into your neck.

Your face was stained with tears, and while she knew she shouldn’t, Emily looked at you.

“Emily,” You said, a voice filled with relief, plead, fear.

“Put the knife down, Carl,” Emily said, having to tear her eyes away. He pulled you closer, a hand on your shoulder, holding you tightly. She saw blood welling from beneath the knife. You whimpered, trying to lean back as fresh tears rolled over your cheeks.

“There’s no need for anyone to get hurt more.” Spencer glanced at you, licking his lips before speaking. “You already ruined her,” He spoke, hoping that part of the profile was correct.

“She’s a sinner,” He said, not faltering. “It’s not right, it shouldn’t be-” He put the knife from your throat just a bit, getting carried away in his homophobic speech.

There was no way she could get a clear shot without risking hurting you.

“Alright,” Emily said, but before she could continue, you’d turned your head, teeth digging into his hand on your shoulder.

He screamed, dropping the knife in surprise. You pulled back, running for Emily as Carl grabbed for you, but Spencer shot him. Emily immediately opened her arms, crossing the few feet of distance and pulling you against her. You buried your face against her shoulder, another sob leaving you.

“Did he hurt you?” Emily asked, holding you close and tight, pressing her chin against your head. She was so angry, watched as medics came in to rush him away. You were with her, she told herself. She could feel your heart beating wildly, but you were alive. That, plus the fact that he would never have freedom again, took just a hint off her anger.

You nodded against her shoulder. “Just my head,” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained. “I’m really sorry.” You said, pulling away enough to look in her eyes. Tears welled up again. You couldn’t seem to stop them.

“Hey,” She whispered, not loosening her grip on you. How could you even think that? “It’s not your fault,” One hand moved to your face, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of your mouth. “Medics should be outside.”

You nodded, managing a smile. “Do you have a mint?” You leaned against her as she helped you outside, your head was pounding, your midriff sore from the few hits you took.

Emily squeezed your waist softly, not wanting to hurt you. Despite it all, you still managed to cheer her up with a simple joke.“I’ll get you one.”

The team was waiting outside, Carl was already in the ambulance.

“I’ll go with her,” Emily said. You were clinging onto her jacket, but she was clinging to you just as much. She was almost scared to take her eyes off of you.

She held your hand as you were brought in the ambulance, and held your hand the entire way there, speaking softly to you. Despite the pain, and the situation you’d been in, you smiled, and as you did, so did Emily.

You were still alive, maybe a bit damaged, but you were still you, and strong. You’d survive this, and Emily was going to be there for you.

--

“She has a concussion and a few bruised ribs,” The doctor said. Derek said she only came out because if he didn’t, Emily would have paced a hole in the floor. “She needs a few days of rests, but she can go home in a few hours.”

Emily finally dared to let go of a deep breath of relief, one she had been holding for hours on end. “Thank you,” She said, closing her eyes. She wanted nothing more but to go to you, hold you hand, and tell you you were okay, that she was there. “Can I…” She trailed off, at which the doctor smiled.

“Of course.” Emily rushed in, JJ and Morgan, the only ones who had been able to come to the hospital, followed. She took a seat on the bed, and you grinned as she entered. You looked much better and calmer.

“Finally,” You huffed, faking annoyance pretty badly. “I told her I was feeling fine like ten times before she agreed to stop testing.”

Emily chuckled, taking your hand. Morgan took a seat, and JJ stood at the end of your bed.

“How are you feeling?” JJ asked, pretending not to notice Emily was holding onto you for dear life.

“Freaking great,” You said. “Everything hurts, but I have jello.”

“You were really brave,” Emily said, eyes on only you. She brushed her fingers through your hair. “How did you even think of biting him?”

“Only seemed fair,” You wanted to reach out for Emily, but didn’t dare to. You didn’t know if it was going to hurt, reaching up, or if she’d be comfortable with it.

Morgan seemed to pick up on what was going on, and stood up. “JJ, let’s grab something to drink.”

She raised an eyebrow, but after a few glances, she noticed, smiling along and leaving with him. Once they were out of sight, you tugged her hand lightly.

“Lay with me?” The bed was small, and although a bit uncomfortable for her, she managed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said, because it was what she had wanted to say ever since she saw you. “I should have come pick you up, I should have noticed you not texting me-”

“Baby,” Your voice was soft, but she stopped talking, waiting for you to continue. “Don’t blame yourself. I might have a concussion, but I know this is anything but your fault. You found me.”

She was afraid to touch you, your skin unusually pale, bruises already forming on your cheek. She leaned over to kiss your nose, the only part she was fairly certain wouldn’t hurt you. You scrunched your nose up a bit, smiling sweetly at her.

“Please tell me you’re spending the next few days at my house. Or I in yours, I don’t care.”

“You won’t leave my sight, that’s a promise,”

“Sounds like a burden,” You moved to take her hand as she moved a bit closer.

“Do your lips hurt?” You raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a whole lot better.

“You know your team will know, right?”

“Did I ask?”

You smiled, wanting to shake you head, but deciding against it. Your brain was shaken enough already. “Kiss them better?”

Despite what you’d been through less than four hours ago, you were already back to smiling and making jokes. She knew that you’d have to deal with it eventually, but she also knew she’d be there. She could be there, always, because she leaned in to kiss you, even though she knew Morgan and JJ were watching them from the window, even though she knew there would be teasing, and her secret would be out. But it was okay, because you were safe and you needed her. And truth be told, she needed you, too.

[stan-holland]

Frenchie -- Tom Holland x French (Female) Reader

To my French anon: I’m sorry it took me three months to post this. 

This is (maybe) a part one of a series. Feedback would be wonderful. Let me know if you want a part two. x

“Look, I need to get to Sunset soon, will the car be coming or not?”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I can’t understand you.”

You huffed and used your hand to comb through your hair, “Sir, will the car be coming or not?” You were frustrated and the weather wasn’t helping either -- who knew California could honestly feel this hot?

“No, we don’t have any cars available right now ma’am.” You watched as the man continued to press some keys and you noticed his brow furrowed. “I’m so sorry ma’am. It’s just that, considering it’s a national holiday, things are overbooked for a couple of hours.”

You felt your face heat up in frustration and looked around the hotel lobby to make sure no one was about to see you burst into a frustrated fit.

“What I can offer you, however,” he continued, “Is a complimentary lunch at the hotel’s restaurant. We know it’s not much, but we have some very appetizing meals.”

You checked the time on your phone, 13:45, and decided that was probably the best thing that was going to happen today -- at least until Uber rates went down again.

“That would be fantastic. Thank you.” You tried your best to smile politely and hoped the hotel staff didn’t hate you too much.

“Right this way ma’am.” And he held his hand out, showing you the way to the restaurant.

‘There could be worse things than eating alone’ you thought to yourself. ‘You could be eating with someone who isn’t hilarious.’

You laughed to yourself, but quickly recomposed yourself when you remembered you were in a public place. You took this time, however, to look around the room for other interesting people.

As you looked around, you started laughing as some guys started putting straws up their noses and ears. You couldn’t help but snort a bit when one of them took the straw out of his ear and put it into his friend’s drink.

“You can’t do that Jacob!” shouted one of the guys. You tried to sip your water but decided against it when you saw them all poking their straws in each other’s drinks.

Suddenly, your phone started ringing incredibly loud in the room -- you fumbled around in your bag for the device before answering with a terse, “Bonjour?”

“Ça va?” you heard your best friend muttering on the other line.

“C'est pas trop tôt!” you practically shouted, “Pourquoi ne m'avez-vous pas rappelé plus tôt?”

You’re friend laughed and then sighed, “Je suis occupé. C'est ma seule pause pour les trois prochaines heures. C'est un gâchis ici.”

“Semble terrible,” you replied.

“Well I’ve gotta run, I’ll call you back later, oui?”

“Oui! Au revoir.” You hung up but smiled as you locked your phone. It felt good to hear your friends voice. As you zipped up your bag again, you freaked out when you heard the chair in front of you open. It scared you, even more, when you saw that the cute boy from the other table had come over to sit in front of you.

“Can I help you?” You hoped your accent wasn’t making it difficult for him to understand your slight discomfort.

“Bonjour!” He smiled and you were taken aback by the French word coming from his mouth.

“Bonjour?” You hesitated to put your hands back on the table, gripping your purse a bit tight in case you needed to bust out of the restaurant. “Puis je vous aider?”

“Umm…” He hesitated a bit and then questioningly said, “Oui?”

You smiled a bit -- this guy didn’t speak any French but you figured you could embarrass him a bit before he trotted back to his friends. “Cela a-t-il à voir avec votre mauvaise odeur?”

“Oui!” He smiled ecstatically. “Oui! Oui! Oui!”

You laughed and threw your head back as you did. This kid was on something else. You leaned in a bit and stated, “So it’s you that stinks then, yes?”

He started blushing and his ears got pinker than they were before. You glanced over to his friends and laughed at their laughter and their incapability to be subtle.

“No, no, no.” He continued laughing at himself and sat up a bit, “My friends wanted to either come sit here and just spat bullshit at you or go over to that couple--” he points to some older people sitting in the corner, “and ask if I could borrow $100 to pay for my meal.”

“Well,” you said and you fiddled with the straw of your cup, “I’d prefer this to you bothering some nice people.”

“Are you saying you’re not nice?” He smirked when you looked him dead on. You smiled too but breathed in deeply.

“You’ll just have to wait and see won’t you?”

His smile grew bigger and he held out his hand to you from across the table. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You smiled when his cold hand slipped into yours. He held it as he stood up.

“You should meet my friends, come on.” He let you go and reached out for your plate of food. You reached for your cup, but he used his other hand to halt you from doing that.

“I wouldn’t do that!”

“Why not?” You asked.

“I might or might not have put that straw in my ear…”

“I hope you know that I already dislike you, Mr. Tom.”

He laughed and turned around to walk to the table. “We’ll see about that.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” You had to pause to catch your breath, “All three of you stole the golf cart and all three of you nearly sunk it in the lake?!”

They busted out laughing harder. Jacob held his hand to his chest, “It was Harrison! He can’t drive! You’re terrible!”

Harrison sputtered a bit but continued on, “Okay, yeah, maybe. But who was it that dropped that entire box of muffins when we stole them from the dining tent in Atlanta?! You had one job, Jacob!” 

You continued laughing at the antics and continued to quarrel over who was the worst human being at the table. 

Tom’s phone received a notification, but you and Jacob laughed as Harrison tried to defend himself once more. 

“Hey,” Tom said, reading something off of his phone as he did so. “Just been invited to some house party tonight. Should we go?” 

Considering you had just met these guys, you figured the invite wasn’t stretched to include you. 

“I’m down,” said Jacob.

“I’m definitely in,” said Harrison.

There was a silence before Tom coughed and looked at you. “You in?”

A smile spread across your face, “I’m definitely in.” 

Everyone at the table whooped -- LA was about to get less lonely. 

[disneysongsindifferentlangu-blog]

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It can be quite difficult to get noticed on a large marketplace like Etsy - even if you have great products that people want to buy. Without traffic and views Etsy sellers would never make sales. How to use onsite SEO strategies to get your products ranking higher in Etsy's search engine.

Here are some Etsy SEO tips to help you get your handmade products in front of as many potential buyers as possible. This is a little-known strategy that can have a HUGE impact on your Etsy SEO results. Because there is not a lot of room to SEO the Pattern shop and there is no internal search engine to help your items get found like there is on Etsy, all traffic will be from marketing the Etsy seller does on their own.

In our next post we'll explore marketing strategies for Etsy sellers which will really get your Etsy business flying. You will learn how to optimize your Etsy Shop SEO (Search Engine Optimization) with our 8-part SEO lesson. The term content strategy is an interesting one in relation to Etsy.

Votre titre de boutique est un petit texte qui apparaît sous le nom de votre boutique sur la page d'accueil de celle-ci. Cependant, il existe quelques bonnes pratiques que vous pouvez utiliser pour aider à améliorer le référencement de votre boutique. If you want your products to get found, you need to understand how the platform works and how buyers use it. That's where Etsy SEO tips come in.

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Plenty of Etsy sellers also make sales by getting their products found by people searching on Google. But if the people who you want to buy your products aren't makers themselves, they aren't likely to search for those terms — and you will have lost the sale. I agree- it is frustrating to me and thousands of other Etsy sellers who've worked hard to get their SEO right.

Having an Etsy shop isn't much different than having any other online shop; you need to generate traffic. I looked it over but was offended that Etsy would import my shop content to a site I didn't want to join. They are very much active on social media and use tools like So I think Etsy sellers should focus more on SEO and other forms of marketing.

Titles over tags Sur Etsy, vos titres et tags contribuent à votre positionnement. Les catégories peuvent améliorer votre SEO sur Google car c'est un autre signal qui indique ce que vous vendez dans votre boutique. Complétez votre page A propos Cela permettra aux moteurs de recherche de tout savoir sur votre boutique.

Vous pouvez songer à créer des liens vers votre boutique Etsy à partir de votre blog personnel, et élaborer un réseautage avec d'autres sites pour amener ceux-ci à mettre en valeur vos fiches produits. En bref : vous voulez que les gens écrivent sur votre boutique et vos fiches produits en vente, tout en créant des liens vers vos pages Etsy. Pensez à inclure votre nom complet ou le nom de votre société dans le titre de votre boutique si des clients potentiels sont susceptibles de vous rechercher de cette façon.

SEO is the key to getting more visitors and sale for your Etsy shop. The last thing that we want to talk about here with you guys is about the Entrepreneur's Course Library Marmalead has been very focused on SEO and how your SEO can perform on Etsy. The author of Etsy Empire explains where to add valuable keywords for Etsy SEO and increasing Google traffic to your Etsy shop.

These are the different categories within your Etsy shop. We are happy to introduce this free ebook The complete guide to SEO for Etsy”, to help all the Etsians crack the hard nut of SEO for Etsy shops. I started doing SEO in 1999 and so I have seen all the changes and updates that Google has gone through and frankly, true SEO hasn't changed that much over the years.

If you want to be good at SEO for Etsy, you have to practice. To my mind (and most people on the forums) that translates as Etsy wanting all sellers to have some sales rather than just a few having all the sales. I would not send people to your Etsy shop only a website.

You have to go beyond Etsy because Etsy just has too many sellers and not enough buyers searching for items. If your read through the comments here you will find the opinions of people who have tried Pattern and also of SEO experts who can see that having a Pattern site will actually hurt the SEO of your regular Etsy shop and decrease your views there. We've talked about how the Pattern site may not get found in search engines due to duplicate content but you bring up the interesting point that it may hurt the shop owner's actual Etsy shop itself.

I understand the need for Etsy sellers to have a standalone website that works for them and is easy to setup and maintain. Search Engine Optimization (SEO) for Etsy is different to standard website optimization as Etsy uses its own SEO algorithms. As you setup your shop, you're required to add products first before customizing your shop as a whole.

This bonus only includes the SEO terms that matter for your Etsy shop. One of the most important parts of your Etsy store is the website content. As an Etsy Coach for Creatives I have worked with a number of SEO tools, but have found Marmalead to be extremely accurate and very user friendly, especially with those sellers that aren't quite tech savvy”.

Please note with all SEO strategies, results overnight do not happen, this is a marketing strategy that is utilized with quality content and listings to improve rankings in a safe manner. The nature of Etsy's business model is such that it allows a mass effort to contribute to the overall pie in terms of content and SEO. Et surtout, ne vous occupez pas trop de la valeur de votre PageRank Google.

Décrivez brièvement votre article dans la première phrase de votre description. Le titre de votre article est utilisé pour créer le titre de page de votre fiche produit. A l'instar du titre de votre boutique, Etsy utilise vos noms de section pour créer les titres de page pour chacune des pages de destination de vos sections.

Vous pouvez modifier les sections de votre boutique en accédant à Votre boutique > Liens rapides > Gestionnaire de fiches produits Recherchez l'intitulé Sections dans la barre d'outils de gauche et cliquez sur Gérer pour les modifier. Nous vous recommandons de décrire brièvement votre boutique et les types d'articles que vous vendez. La fonction SSEO (Search Engine Optimization - Optimisation des moteurs de recherche), également connue sous le nom de référencement, constitue un puissant processus qui peut aider à améliorer la visibilité de votre boutique et vos fiches produits d'articles dans les résultats des moteurs de recherche pour des sites comme Google, Bing et Yahoo.

Many Etsy sellers set up their shop backwards and then ultimately wind up wondering why they can't get ranked on Etsy or maintain a ranking. One of the big things that we hear from Etsy sellers all the time when they're sitting down to work on their SEO is that it's not always easy to know where to start. Treasuries get seen by lots of sellers and buyers, so taking Treasury-worthy photos is key to your Etsy success.

The problem is that the buy button on every product pulled in from your shop says Buy on Etsy. When considering whether or not to partner with someone to promote your Etsy Store, a good place to start would be asking whether or not they use the ethical tactics outlined in Etsy's own Guide to SEO If not, then you may want to steer clear. On-page (within your shop) SEO is also only part of the process.

You can't rely on just your Etsy shop to drive your sales. After reading this post you will not need to search for Etsy SEO Services. It's really super that you continue to press onward with key information on SEO for ETsy Sellers.

Etsy has always had search but at a basic level — it was described to me as a one-size-fits-all approach” — that didn't do a good job of showcasing the site's products. You need to switch it up just a bit to get the most traffic to your Etsy shop. Etsy SEO isn't really all that different from Google, just there are Tags instead of keywords.

So as I was trying to get a handle on my SEO for Etsy, I really couldn't find a great way to get all the data together easily. Richie Peplin, the co-founder of Marmalead, an Etsy SEO and market research tool , shares with us The Top Five Ways To Get Your Shop Seen On Etsy With SEO! Learn how to find products to sell and setup your online store.

Connect and contact other Etsy sellers that might be interested in your products. Even if that doesn't happen, when you direct people to your Etsy shop you have no control over what happens when they get there. If you're already making some sales, it might actually be easier and more effective to look at marketing outside of Etsy to bring people back to your Etsy shop.

Very few people get enough traffic on Etsy to bring in great income without doing the marketing work. I've been really struggling with my Etsy shop and have about decided to close up shop after this year. If Etsy shuts down or closes your shop, your Pattern by Etsy shop goes away with it. One of the biggest reasons sellers need to have a website for their merchandise outside of Etsy is to protect themselves if something happens on Etsy itself.

If you came this far and read everything, you realize that there's no dearth of tools for Etsy SEO (and if you are using Shopify or Bigcartel etc, for online shop SEO). Content Marketing represents one of the biggest cultural shifts seen in advertising. There are a lot of good resources out there about Etsy SEO and how to optimize your Etsy product page for search engines, but I want to explore in more detail how to rank higher in Etsy's own search engine.

(Because sellers who are doing well usually have ok SEO already…even if it was an accident). Never be confused when talking SEO with other sellers again! Fixing your SEO is the fastest way to get your shop the attention it deserves.

To setup your Etsy shop, you need to know how complicated Etsy system works. The information is direct, motivational and inspirational. En haut de votre lisiting, il vous est possible de catégoriser votre item jusqu'à 3 niveaux.

Acheter son nom de domaine et le faire pointer vers sa boutique Etsy pour s'assurer d'avoir son espace pour le futur lorsque vous lancez votre propre boutique. Si le nom de votre magasin n'explique pas ce que vous vendez, le titre de votre boutique doit le faire ! De plus, vous n'êtes pas le seul vendeur Etsy à optimiser vos pages, donc il se peut que vous voyiez vos pages démarrer doucement et connaître des hauts et des bas.

Ne soyez pas timide et osez l'auto-promotion — n'en faites pas trop mais ajoutez quelques liens vers votre boutique Etsy ou vos fiches produits quand c'est possible. Pensez aux mots-clés que les acheteurs pourraient utiliser lorsqu'ils cherchent votre produit et incorporez-les dans les titres de vos fiches. Un pro de la recherche Etsy vous donne de bons conseils pour rendre votre boutique plus visible.

Les 160 premiers caractères de la description de votre article sont utilisés pour créer la méta-description de la page de votre fiche produit. Il n'y a pas de façon de promettre que votre boutique apparaîtra en haut des résultats de recherche Google. Search Engine Optimization (SEO) can be a confusing topic to maneuver, but it's so important to get straight for making Etsy sales.

Handmade, bespoke and unique gifts are big business (there aren't many of us who haven't got lost in a world of hand-crafted beauty at least once) but we get loads of Etsy sellers asking for help and advice when it comes to marketing their Etsy business. Getting your products found on Etsy doesn't just mean optimizing for people searching within Etsy's platform.