#TYSM FOR YOUR PATIENCE ❤️

[levampiry]

interview with the vampire requests only, just want to see if there’s a preference since my focus will be on this show now I have time from graduation 😌

[ssahotchnerr]

i just want a hug from Hotch so bad!!! 😭🤧 can i request a sunshiney and oblivious reader and Hotch hugging and sharing his coat bc she forgot hers and insists it’s too cold for Hotch to just give her his, so obviously the smartest solution is just to share hehehe? 🥰 and ofc the team makes fun of him bc he’s a huge softie for her!!! ❤️🍯

tysm! i absolutely adore your fics!

survival instincts

AWWWW cw; fem bau sunshine!reader, established relationship, playful banter and fluff <3

Patience was a virtue, one you felt as if you exhibited thoroughly. You were easygoing, positive, sensible when it came to others.

So waiting for the local PD to wrap up their analysis of the crime scene would've been fine, if the temperature hadn't been plummeting by the minute.

And you hadn't foolishly left your coat back at the precinct.

Your nose was numbing, you were beginning to shiver in place; the sun wasn't there to provide any supplemental warmth. The clouds were a menacing, gloomy gray that was darkening, with the tiniest bit of gleam coming from behind. In an hour or so, night would be upon you.

You breathed out, watching your breath fan out in a cloud, hoping it would entertain you enough to stop thinking about your growing frigidness. Your gaze furthered past it as it expanded, landing on Aaron and his warm coat.

The visual caused you to think about the earlier morning, warm in the comfort of bed. Laid beside Aaron, enveloped in the weak comforter the hotel had to offer - which didn't matter with the warmth he consistently provided. You would've done anything to go back to the moment. And so, a plan to remedy your problem quickly developed in your mind.

"Aaron." You whisper-yelled, despite the fact he was a mere foot away. His eyes were locked forward, without a doubt ensuring the crime scene wasn't being compromised by the officers poking around.

His brown eyes found yours, "Hm?"

"I'm cold." You whined with a playful pout, your eyes begging for help.

"Then maybe you should've remembered a coat." He teased, hands buried in his coat pockets.

You quipped by use of a cheeky expression in return. You gazed at the asphalt below, the wind whipping your hair around your face. You mumbled a feigned, solemn, "Maybe."

He began prying his coat off his shoulders, "Here, let me-"

"No silly. Then you'll be cold. And we can't have that, can we?" You rolled your eyes, bringing yourself in front of him. You slid your arms around his middle, underneath his coat - thankfully unbuttoned - and embracing him tightly.

The long coat he wore was loose enough to shield your sides, provided mild coverage from the wind, and whatever was left was made up from his body heat. Immediately, you began regaining warmth head to toe.

"Sweetheart, this isn't very convenient." You felt his chuckle rumble through him, gently jostling your head as it rest on his chest. But still his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. "Or professional, given the circumstances."

"This is merely a survival technique." You mumbled insistently into his shirt, a smile tugging at your lips. "Close contact preserves body heat. I'm just doing what it takes to survive. I don't think the Bureau would be very happy if one of their agents froze to death while on the job."

Aaron hummed at the stretch of your proposition. "Well, I think the Bureau would presume their agents would have the intention to bring a coat."

You scoffed lightly, causing him to laugh again. "Well, do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, you could just wear my-"

"I already told you no. And my supporting evidence," You insisted, your voice laced an almost, mischievous wisdom. "You're just getting over a cold, which won't be returning if there's anything I can do about it. Plus there's a reason I call you a furnace. This, you," You tightened your hold on his as if to prove your point. "Can supply me with more warmth than a coat ever could."

He laughed softly. Again it was leaning more on the rigid side, conscious of any wandering eyes. He did, however, sneak a quick kiss to the top of your head. "If you say so."

You closed your eyes, releasing a content sigh and savoring the warmth, as well as Aaron's contact. One of his hands softly brushed a spot along your back. However, your shared moment of solitude was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Aww, can I join?" Derek gushed, shit-eating grin on his face. JJ had an equally as smug grin as she trailed up from behind him.

You shot him a look, one that read ha-ha funny as well as amused, while Aaron subtly narrowed his eyes. He then turned his head in the opposite direction, his cheek resting against your head comfortably.

"Cuddling on the job, huh? What would Strauss have to say about this?" Morgan continued to tease, and Dave even took out his phone, discreetly snapping a picture.

"He's just doing his job. Looking out for a team member by preventing potential frostbite. Or hypothermia, even." You arched an eyebrow playfully, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of Aaron's shirt underneath his coat. "And there's nothing wrong with that."

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i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you

[not my gif. title from song Of All the Gin Joints in All the World] pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      

word count: 4.6k  requested: Could you write something (literally anything really) like mean Joel x feisty Reader but based on the ancient Fall Out Boys song "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" pretty please? 🥺🥹 I was just listening and I thought the lyrics were perfect for your writing ❤️But as always no pressure and no problem at all if you don't like the idea or anything else. Lots of love! P.S. smut is very welcome btw hihihi summary: “Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job." warnings: established previous hookups, use of girl/babygirl, established age gap (unspecified but addressed openly), brief mention of oral m!receiving, brief mention of reader and joel’s canon-typical scars. choking, mean!Joel & brat tamer!Joel, brat!reader lol, dirty talk (its joel), degradation, use of the word slut, slight dumbification, spitting, rough sex, unprotected PiV, cum eating, nipple play, slapping (tits, ass). think that's it!

notes: okay finally another mean!Joel for the soul!!! this is super unedited also. tysm for the request, obv inspired by the song Of All The Gin Joints in All the World by FOB. :) this was fun and i hope yall love it! dont b afraid to request anything yall wanna read at all and as always pls comment or reblog :) love u xoxo  

[other Joel fics: mr. miller series fever landmines  ]

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Joel Miller isn't sure exactly when all this bullshit started. 

one day, he was introduced to you fleetingly in the cafeteria while you and Maria had an intense conversation - he’s not sure if you spoke for more than ten seconds; but months later and Joel happens to know exactly what your sweaty skin tastes like on the sharpness of his tongue and could probably list his favorite pairs of underwear you own. 

it's nothing, really. 

you patrol together often, and Joel guesses that out of all the insufferable people he's had to deal with, you're definitely not the worst. perhaps your handiness with a trigger - not nearly as inept as his own but definitely a close second - helps; or maybe it's the way your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. 

and he's not stupid; he knows exactly what Tommy was doing when he signed Joel with you for patrol - the same shit he'd been pulling since they were thirty years younger and Joel was fresh out of the relationship with Sarah's mom. but it's different now, because life is not the same - nothing is the same. 

Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job. 

you are one talkative motherfucker; usually, that'd drive Joel up a wall, but after repeated and incessant exposure to Ellie for such an extended period, his patience has surprisingly grown.

and unlike others, you never acted nervous or scared by him. irritated, maybe, but it's not like he cares much if you get irritated by his attitude; you're worse than he can be.

at first, he thought you were just fucking him because you just didn't know who he really was yet. but months into whatever this shit is, and you're still - for whatever fucking reason - hanging around him, even after everything. he likes it, though, that you fight fire with fire.

and maybe that's why Tommy stuck you two together, because in some ways it was inevitable - maybe it was a good thing, Joel thinks. 

but this morning, as Joel's mind slams against his body, jolting him awake, his aching head makes him double-guess that.

it's weird how different it all is now - before you, Joel was tortured through nights plagued with sweats and memories. blood, pain, loss. he used to dream restlessly of life and all of its unforgiving horrors; but now, to his shock, he finds himself plagued with dreams of you. 

he gasps awake - he's not sure he'll ever stop that. 

but this time, you're next to him in the bed. his skin feels warm as the light filters through the blinds that stay constantly pulled down this time of year to retain the cool air and Joel lets out a shuttered sigh, his head aching.

it's only the second time you've stayed the night. he's never stayed at yours, god forbid - but a small part of him aches this morning when you slide out of his heavy, sleep-addled muscles. in the absence of your heat there is still bliss for a moment, until he's roused fully by your voice. 

"these sheets are dirty." the sound carries into his ears, melodic and fiery. he cracks one eye open, hand raising to rub over his face - a deep, tired sigh. 

"g'mornin' to you too." he snarks, sighing as he pulls himself on aching muscles to blink his eyes open; you stand over the bed, on the side that usually remains cold an empty while Joel thrashes in fits of restless sleep. there's not a single scrap of clothing on your body.  

he feels himself stir at the sight of you, naked, neck painted in a splattering of beautiful marks that'd been pulled forth in moments of ecstasy the night before.

you send him a half smirk, shrugging as you tug on a shirt - his, fuck, his stomach swirls at the sight of you wrapped in him. something primal crawls in his chest as you smile at him, legs almost glowing in their bareness as they knock against the side of the mattress. your fingers brush the fabric to the left of his head. 

"there's stains on the pillows." you shake your head, your face alluring in its tease. he feels himself roll his eyes as he grunts, "you're actin' like it ain't your makeup stainin' it?" 

he stares at the marks on the pillowcase; black, from that shit you sometimes put on your eyes which just makes them all the more beautiful, wide, and alluring. the makeup that's surely expired after all this time but still is something you like to do to, as you'd mentioned once, 'reclaim your humanity.' whatever.

Joel would never admit it to you, but he hadn't even really tried to wash out those stains; something about them gives him a warmth in his chest every morning that he wakes up in this cold bed. 

but when his eyes fall back to you in your silence, you smirk and it hits him: you're fucking teasing him.

he glares at you as your lips curl in a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. "if you keep complainin' about every damn thing, might as well just fuck you on the floor." he mutters, mostly to himself-  but also to see the way your thighs shift, eyes widening slightly as color washes your cheeks. you're squirming at his words, just like that - oh, he's got you pinned.

you'd like that, you dirty little thing.

but you regain your composure quicker than lightning, ready to snap back; yet another tally to add on the list of things he admires about you.

"you're such a gentleman, Miller." you snide, fanning yourself sardonically with one hand as you roll your eyes, searching for your underwear. 

he remembers the first time you'd said that to him -

"why so shy?" you'd purred. the memory of your voice curls around his ears as he huffs, watching you bend over and give him a complete view of your ass as you fetch your panties from the floor.  "c'mon, Joel, you don't need to be such a gentleman. 's nothing you haven't seen before." you'd stripped yourself of your shirt, your pert nipples pebbling in the cold breeze as he'd sat, cleaning his rifle. "the hell's the matter with you?" he'd grumbled; but it didn't stop either of you. you'd been pressed between him and the splitting backseat of the broken down crashed car within seconds, anyways. 

his eyes meet yours as you stand again. 

he snarks, "well you’re givin' me a headache, an' I've only been up for two minutes." he glares at you, swinging to pull his boxers over his hips, standing up to find his shirt. he pointedly ignores the glare you send him at his grumpiness. 

"you're the one acting dumb," you mutter, "acting like I'm the one who gives you headaches." you retort, a teasing glint in your eye; he knows that look. Joel knows you'd never get a headache from him - as much as he pisses you off, he knows you're too fiery, too lucky to get caught up in whatever miserable puddle he's drowning in. 

because Joel's bad luck curls around his fists wherever he goes; the talons reaching out, crawling through every hallway and seeping through every door. you, on the other hand, are like a goddamn firecracker. Joel hates the idea, but you're... somehow gifted in that way.

he's convinced his bad luck couldn't touch you if it tried. 

no matter the dumb shit you pull - forgetting a flashlight, not flipping off your safety that one moment when the clicker had stumbled out of the brush; all of that, and you escape unscathed, nothing but a giggle and a half-shrug from you before you move on to the next stupid thing. 

if you weren't such a goddamn brat, it'd be charming. 

his eyes snap to yours as your words fall from your lips; a burning in his chest at your tone. he watches your legs carry you into his bathroom, and he can't help it when his follow yours.

you haven't even flipped on the lights before he shuts the door behind him - you're already wearing that snarky fucking smile on your face, and he's straining already against his boxers.

he stares down at you, crowding you slowly into the wall. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he hisses, mouth close to yours. as you turn your chin up towards his face, he can tell that you try your hardest to control your smirk, playing into the tense energy that's emanating from his chest. 

"I said you're acting dumb."

you repeat, tilting your head slightly as you drink in the darkness in his eyes. lord, you'd let that darkness swallow you in a fucking heartbeat. 

speaking of; your own heartbeat thunders in your chest, anticipating. you know what's coming, you can nearly taste it on your tongue. 

"oh, 's that right?" Joel asks, tilting his head to stare down at you. you swallow as you stare back into those deep irises, the small bit of golden light that shines through the small bathroom window illuminating in an ominously heavenly ray.

his hand settles on the crook of your shoulder and neck, sliding gently upwards as you nod your head defiantly, pushing as far as you can to see when he'll snap. his eyes glisten in temptation; daring you to act up more. 

raising your brows, you try to play like it's obvious, "waking up and complaining about your headaches, old man?" you tut gently, shaking your head innocently. "I don't think it's my fault that you fucked me twice, immediately passed out and now your head hurts when you've woken up the next morning. you know better than to push yourself in your old age, Joel. that's stupid." you add coyly, knowing it'll push him over the edge - he loves it when you act like a brat, no matter how much he denies it. 

his response is immediate and exactly what you'd hoped for. 

he's on you in a split second - hand sliding from your shoulder to grip your throat, pushing you back onto the wall of the bathroom. the towel bar digs into your middle-back slightly and you gasp in arousal at the force of his body on yours. you can feel his cock, hard and straining in his boxers, as it presses into your lower stomach. 

"y'wanna play like that, baby?" he growls, "why you fuckin' around with an old man like me, then?" he asks.

your face heats up, arousal flooding your core, your cunt slowly wetting itself at the purr of his voice - the meaner the words, the larger the flame. 

"hm?" he gently pushes, raising his brows as his hand squeezes gently on your throat, nudging you against the wall further; your gasp is slightly rasped under the pressure, your whole body screaming with desire. this is what you love - mean, angry, hungry Joel Miller. "'s it because nobody fucks you like I do, is that it?"

his knee slides between yours, wedging himself high up, rubbing suddenly against your aching pussy, the material of your cotton already soaked with a damp spot that rubs against his thick thigh. 

"Joel, fuck-" you groan, already willing to just do what you can to get him to touch you. his hand on your throat tightens at your word, thigh rutting up to slide against your needy clit, your hips bucking at the feeling. "-'s because nobody else is so easy." your fiery mouth betrays your body; the snarky comment snaps his eyes to yours, a dark breath leaving his lips. 

"that's ironic," he snaps, "comin' from someone who begged me to fuck them for hours." 

your face burns at the memory of the first time you and Joel'd hooked up; your desperate voice hoarse from pleading him to fuck you - out in the middle of the woods, a sleeping bag that, by the end, had rips on it from rocks and twigs and the force of his thrusts; the shyness gone from either of you as your touches made up for all the silence between you.

he hums lowly, watching you as you swallow at the memory, his thigh rutting up again and pulling a yelp of pleasure from your lips. "y'don't feel so high 'n mighty when I fuck you stupid, right baby?" he asks, voice dripping with condescendence as he nods gently, encouraging you to answer him. your core throbs at his words, your mouth going dry. 

his hand leaves your throat; you swallow a gulp of air, staring with wide eyes as he grasps your jaw roughly. "answer me." 

"n-no, I don't." you mutter, voice sounding small; the arousal that pulses through your veins begs your mouth to be smart, do what Joel says so he'll give in to what you want. 

he smirks, hands roughly grabbing the thick of your hips and flipping you around to press you against the counter, your hips bending as he shoves himself just behind you. your eyes meet yourself and his own hawkish gaze in the mirror in front of you; your heated breath fogs up the mirror in the faint morning light. 

his fingers thread through your hair, tugging you back again as he tilts your head back. his upside down face, smirking down at you, has your thighs clenching - "open." he orders, voice stern. 

your tongue sticks out and he wastes no time spitting roughly onto your tongue, moving your head back to stare into the mirror; his eyes meet yours as his spit slides over your tongue and his furrowed brows twitch with a slight smirk. "look at you, doin' what I tell you. now swallow it and say thank you." 

your core flutters at his words deliciously as you do as you're told; swallowing, you take a breath and mutter, "thank you," - though it's more breathless than you expected, Joel seems to approve. he hums, "there are those manners," he mutters into your ear, cock pressing against the swell of your ass. "almost seemed like you'd forgotten you had them." 

"didn't forget." you mutter, face heating up as your pussy aches, fluttering around nothing and desiring for his fingers, his cock - anything. 

one rough palm slides his shirt up your torso, exposing your bare tits to both of you through the mirror. with his face stooped down near your neck, a short inhale of your hair before his hand reaches it's destination - your throat. 

"then why're you actin' up?" he rasps, teeth grazing your shoulder. he squeezes his hand again and your eyes roll back in pleasure, arousal soon slicking your thighs as you think you may die from all the teasing. "you don't wanna cum?" 

your eyes widen, breath halting as you shake your head, "wh- no- no!" you hiss, "I do want to cum, please." 

his other hand raises, slapping your breast harsh and quick; your gasp of shock tapers off into a whine of pleasure, your nipples hard in arousal as his palm comes to soothe over the sting. 

"then why're you acting like this?" he asks again, shaking his head. another slap, this time to your other breast. his eyes follow the skin of your chest; the way you gasp, your whines at the slight stinging and the pleasure that follows. fingers pinch your nipples, teasing in circles before another sharp slap echoes through the room. "just a little brat, y'can't help yourself." he decides, biting on your neck lightly. 

you can feel him rut against you hard, grinding his hips as he lets out a short groan. you let out a low moan, whining slightly when he smacks your tits again, skin glowing with the impact. his eyes meet yours in the mirror. "quit the whinin'," he grunts, rutting his hard cock against your ass, "you'll be stuffed full of me soon enough." he grunts, "then we'll see who's dumb." 

your shaky moan sounds more like a groan, elbows falling to steady yourself as Joel releases your throat, tossing you forward to grab your hips instead. he pulls you back, grinding into you as his head tilts back in how own small groan of pleasure. "this ass." Joel grunts to himself as he palms the curve of your ass in both large hands, one falling to smack harsh onto the left. 

you're dripping down the inside of your thighs as he ruts against you twice more; thick fingers soon slide to thumb at the slick wet of your panties. his fingers tease the wet material that's glued to your pussy with need, tracing over your lips lightly over the fabric. "pretty pussy, just for me." he mutters; you nod, looking up at him through the mirror, "all for you, Joel." you affirm, voice shaking with anticipation. 

"you gonna be good when I fill you up, baby?" he lifts his brow, stern look as he palms himself. fuck, he's so sexy behind you like this, his thumb slowly dragging the material of your panties to the side and exposing your weeping cunt; you nod, "yes, I'll do anything-" 

you're cut off by a sharp gasp as the stretch of his cock's head cuts off your brain. he eases in gently at first which you're more than grateful for - no matter how many times Joel fucks you, his size is always something you have to adjust to; especially after your rounds last night left you barely able to walk straight. 

he lets out a breath, "there y'go, baby, take me." he says it surprisingly gently, easing in inch by inch as you breathe deeply, your soaked pussy easing his cock through your channels. his cock is heavy and aching as he slides into you, sheathing you fully within another few seconds - Joel's hands grip so hard on your ass, splaying you open for him, that you think his fingers will remain there for days. 

he's still only for a moment, letting you accommodate to his size before he's leaning forward to press his chest to your back, "gonna fuck you stupid, baby." 

"please, Joel," you groan, cunt fluttering, begging him to move. "do it." 

it's all that he needs before he's setting a pace that has you whining under him, your breath choking as you brace yourself agains the counter of the sink. 

it's bliss. his hips are sharp, the reach of his cock pressing against the spongy spot inside you, dragging against your pulsing walls. "fuck, so deep-" you hiss, eyes closing in pleasure as he presses himself against you, hips surely going to bruise against the thrusts that shove you into the countertop. 

one hand sneaks over your front, grasping at your tits as his cock reaches up into you deeply. he lets out a grunt, "fuckin'- christ, you're s-so tight," he grunts, "even after fuckin' you all night." 

you moan, the quick bout of his praise causing you to squeeze around him, trapping him in your aching desire. the both of you moan at the feeling and suddenly one hand presses on your spine until you're low to the counter. his hands grab your shoulders, fingers curling around the base of your throat as he changes his pace to hard and rough, the sound of your ass against his hips nearly hitting your ears over your cries of pleasure. 

the noises of your arousal swallowing his cock echo around the room in a familiar, comforting chorus as you both let out shuttering moans; his strong arms pull you back until you're once again pressed against his broad chest. his breath fans over your neck and you whine slightly when his thrusts press you up onto your tip-toes. his lips find your ear, "how's that feel?" your hole flutters from the deepness in his voice - he groans at the feeling. 

your response is a whine of ecstasy as you claw at his forearms, head tilting back until you can almost feel his erratic heartbeat. his chest rumbles with a light chuckle, "look, barely took ya any time to get fucked out on my cock," he praises, hand petting your wild hair, "knew you'd be good for me. always take what I give you, right?" 

you nod, desperate to reach the climax that's easily built within you from the stretch of him deep in you and his voice in your ear. your clit aches from being ignored and your hand snakes down to rub light circles on it; your hips jolt as you gasp raggedly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. 

"no." he growls, hand grabbing your jaw sternly as he pounds into you, "when I'm fuckin' you, you keep your eyes on me." he snaps, squeezing your cheeks. "'s that clear?"

you nod in the mirror, whines getting louder as his name falls nearly incoherently from your lips- you see his lips ghost over your neck, the smirk that spreads over his pink lips as you finally get out a strangled, "Joelpleaseplease- s'close-" 

he knows what you need; you and Joel are each other's best escape. he pistons into you hard, chasing your high as he feels it spasming close around him. "easy, huh?" he snarls, hips just as harsh as his words, eyes sharp on yours. "who's easy, baby - me, or the one beggin' like a slut to cum on my cock?" 

for someone so quiet and closed off, Joel Miller has never shied away from using his goddamn words when he's fucking you, that's for sure. his words, his accent - they push you towards the edge and it almost distracts you from his question. his eyebrows raise in the silence as you gasp for words, moans choked  as his fingers slide down from your jaw to squeeze your throat. 

"look at'cha, can't even speak for me," he groans, his hand suddenly snaking down to smack your away from your clit; two larger, calloused fingers replace your shaky ones and you wail at the stimulation, almost too much.

you blink up at him through the mirror, unable to speak, unable to think as you feel the crest of something incredibly blissful growing; you let out a whine of ecstasy. "I'm- I'm easy," you concede, finally able to spit your words out, your voice higher than normal in your pleasure. 

Joel nods, kissing your sweaty hairline, "'s goddamn right you are, babygirl," he hisses, "easy for me. this pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?" 

you scream, "yours, Joel-" before he barely finishes the sentence.

with your words, he smiles against your neck - the feeling of it sends goosebumps over your whole torso. "you're a lucky girl," he growls in your ear, teeth brushing the shell before licking it gently, "you can cum." 

you barely realize you've hit your orgasm until you’re writhing - a white-hot, searing arousal streaking your vision as your eyes roll back. he fucks you steadily through your orgasm, your thighs closing slightly around his large palm, but his fingers don't stop their motions on your clit. 

you shake and stutter for gasps as he pounds into you, chasing his own high that's been spurred - by your own words or the clenching of your orgasm around him, you're unsure. 

"love how you feel-" he groans, voice weakening as he nears his own orgasm, hips sloppy as he pushes your face down, against the cool tile of the bathroom sink. "fuck, baby, made to take this cock." 

his sentences are choppy, his gasps and grunts of pleasure mixing with the slap of your ass against him as he thrusts, your legs tired as he fills you full and then suddenly pulls out. you gasp at the suddenness of his absence, turning to look at him as if betrayed - but he looks completely gone, eyes dark with need. "gonna cum on your tits, sweetheart." 

your stomach flips at the word - one he's never used before - and you relax into his harsh grip, moving down to the ground on your knees as he grunts, "take this shit off now." 

his shirt is on the ground in half a second, your breasts bare to him as he fists his cock, eyes on you and lidded with pleasure. your hands fall onto his strong thighs, looking up at him in awe as he fists his cock, slick with your sticky spend, tip flushed and veins stretching over the shaft. "please, cum on me, want it so bad, Joel," you whine - his hand caresses your jaw and slips over your lips, sticking his thumb into your mouth. you suck eagerly and he moans your name deep, head tilting back in ecstasy. 

"fuck," he grunts, slipping his thumb out of your mouth before you can even swirl your tongue around it, and then he's hitting his orgasm.

ropes of his cum land on your tits, a small bit gathering on your chin as he slows his hand, letting out a few sharp breaths. he's barely caught his breath before your fingers are gathering a swipe of his thick cum, bringing it to your mouth. his dark eyes follow you through his labored breaths as you slowly suck his spend off of your fingers, "fuckin'- pretty," he mumbles into his hand as he runs a palm over his face, shaking his head. 

you smile, cheeks heating up. the sun is rising and the room is fully golden, bouncing off the mirror and illuminating his tan skin, the scars on his body and yours. he's pretty, you realize. 

you tell him so, quietly - in the silence of the bathroom. his scowl softens and you swear you see a blush forming as he rolls his eyes down at you from where you perch on the linoleum. 

Joel always says you only tell him sweet things to get him to fuck you - but in the afterglow of your actions, you catch sight of your makeup-stained pillowcase back in Joel's bedroom and it makes you grin. you know he doesn't wash it for a reason, the same reason you keep coming back to him. 

and you also know that the way he smooths his thumb over your hairline, the way your own hands in turn soothe over his thighs - those actions, they make up for everything else that's unspoken.

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A night at the boardwalk (part 2)

Platonic Yandere lost boys x reader

Part 1

Notes- Tysm for all the support you guys have given me, it really means a lot. It’s nice to know that the lost boys fandom is still thriving, as this movie literally means the world to me ❤️

Warnings- Yandere behaviour, Controlling parenting, Borderline abuse, David and Marko are still assholes

“I’m not gonna ask you again sweetheart. Who were you with at the boardwalk?”

You scowled at David, refusing to answer the question honestly.

“No one! How the fuck do you expect me to have any friends when you keep me locked up in this stupid cave all day!?”

Your father rolled his eyes, his patience already wearing thin. “We aren’t stupid, Y/n. You think we couldn’t hear you talking to someone?”

You broke away from his icy glare and chose instead to look at the floor. There was no convincing them that you had been alone- that much was certain. Paul was easy to lie to, but the others? You didn’t stand a chance against David, Dwayne and Marko.

“Cmon Y/n, you know we’re only worried about you. Just tell us who you were with and this doesn’t have to escalate.” You looked up at Dwayne. He was watching you with a sympathetic look on his face, his brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied through gritted teeth.

“If you’re so innocent then why’s your heart beating so much?” Marko retorted, taking a threatening step closer.

You turned to him with a glare, “Oh I don’t know- maybe because I’m being accused of something I didn’t do!”

“We all know you were with someone, so why don’t you stop being such a brat and just fess up.”

You laughed disbelievingly, “I can’t fess up to something I didn’t do!”

“Except you did run off with someone- so therefore you can fess up.” David said, his tone unamused.

“I’m done with this fucking conversation!” You snapped, turning around and storming off.

Marko grabbed you by your wrist and yanked you back, his eyes dark.

“You don’t leave until we say you can.”

You tried to tug your wrist free, “Get off me.”

Your father smiled at you mockingly, “Make me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You threw a fist straight into his nose, the impact making a sickening crack.

Marko groaned and stumbled back, your wrist slipping out of his grip.

“You bitch!” He snarled, leaning onto Paul slightly for support.

In an instant, David was in front of you, grasping your shoulders with an uncomfortable amount of force. His blue eyes now shone yellow, and his lips were drawn back into a snarl, revealing a pair of wicked fangs.

You couldn’t help but shrink back in fear.

“You better learn your fucking place sweetheart. You’re at the bottom of the pack- you understand that?”

You nodded timidly, unable to speak through the lump in your throat.

“You don’t hit any of us.” He practically spat the words out at you.

“Sorry.” You croaked, trying to fight back the tears that were beginning to pool at the bottom of your vision.

He released your shoulders and practically shoved you backwards, “Go to your room.”

You turned around and sprinted out, finally allowing your tears to flow freely once you were sure you were out of their sights.

Through your wobbly vision you stumbled into your room and slammed the door behind you before throwing yourself onto the bed with a sob.

You lay there curled up for a while, hugging the bear Paul had won for you when you were little. You buried your face in the tattered fur and let it soak up the moisture of your tears.

Eventually, a gentle knock sounded on your door, followed by a creak as it opened.

You didn’t need to look up to know it was Dwayne. It was always him.

“Hey baby.” He murmured gently as he rounded your bed. You didn’t react, choosing to keep your face hidden and back turned away from him.

The bed dipped as your father sat down beside you. You felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

You flinched under him, and Dwayne instantly loosened his grip.

“Are you hurt?”

You sniffed in response, feeling another fresh wave of tears gathering at the question. Fuck, you hated being so sensitive.

“Hey, look at me baby. Did David hurt you?”

You rolled onto your back and looked at Dwayne tearfully. He regarded you with a concerned frown.

“You know he didn’t mean it. David just… forgets how fragile you are.”

Your father gently pulled the collar of your shirt, revealing a canvas of freshly bruised skin.

“He hurt me daddy.” Your voice trembled as you spoke.

Dwayne felt his stomach twist with concern as he realised the extent of the damage David had caused. He gently pulled his hand away from your collarbone and tenderly wiped away your tears.

“You’ll be ok, babygirl. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do that again.”

You could feel your throat constricting painfully, making it hard to speak. “But you let him do it. You didn’t even try to stop him.”

Dwayne didn’t know what to say. There was no point in denying it, after all you were right. He hadn’t stopped Marko from antagonising you, and when David had gotten physical, he had just stood to the side and watched.

“I think Marko likes it when I’m in trouble,” You admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “He likes telling me off and shouting at me.��

Your father stared at you, caught off guard by your statement.

“And David… he gets angry a lot, but I don’t think he enjoys it as much as Marko does.” You knew you’d regret speaking your mind later on once you felt more emotionally stable, but at that moment you just craved comfort.

Dwayne shook his head pityingly, “That’s not true, baby. We love you more than you’ll ever know. We hate seeing you upset- so I don’t want you thinking that Marko enjoys arguing with you.”

You wanted to believe him, but it was hard when the earlier conflict kept playing in your head over and over like a broken record. The way Marko had grinned at you so condescendingly, soaking up your frustration, and how his eyes had gleamed challengingly even after you punched him. He had obviously been pissed off, but you couldn’t ignore the way he had instantly sprung out of Paul’s hold seconds after, eager for more. He wanted to see how far he could push you. How far he could stretch your limits before you snapped.

“Then why didn’t you help me?”

Dwayne sighed, “Y/n, this isn’t about picking sides. David asked you a simple question and you turned it into an argument. That had nothing to do with me.”

You sniffed, “Had nothing to do with Marko either.”

Your father glanced over at your door, making sure the others weren’t lingering outside. “I’ll have a word with Marko, but you need to accept that you aren’t innocent either. I know Paul was high, but that isn’t an excuse to lie to him and then run away with a bunch of strangers. You could’ve gotten yourself into serious danger, Y/n.”

“It was one person dad! And she’s my friend. She wouldn’t hurt me.”

“But someone else could. You think she’d be able to protect you from all the bad people around? You need us Y/n, not your friend.”

You sat up without a reply, fiddling with the teddy in your lap.

Dwayne shuffled closer to you and wrapped an arm round your shoulders. “How about we go outside so you can apologise for what happened.”

You shot him a pleading look, “Do I have to?”

He didn’t say anything, instead standing up and offering a hand.

You begrudgingly let him pull you to your feet and lead you back to the main part of the cave. You were acutely aware of how hot your face felt, still flushed and sticky from crying.

David didn’t need to look up from his Kerrang! magazine to know that you had returned. He could feel the accelerated beating of your heart through the air. Paul and Marko did too.

“So, you calmed down from your little tantrum?” He asked, finally glancing up at you with a quirked brow.

You had to force yourself not to storm back to your room at the comment, already feeling pissed off again. Dwayne squeezed your hand warningly, as if he could sense your irritation.

“Yeah, I guess I have.” You replied, trying to keep the bitterness out of your tone.

David watched you indifferently, “You come to stand here and stare at us or have you got something to say?”

You scratched at the back of your neck, a nervous twitch you’d picked up a long time ago. Your eyes flittered over to where Marko was sat. His arms were sprawled out across the back of the couch and his head was cocked to the side. He watched you with barely concealed interest, curious as to what you’d do next.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” You replied, forcing yourself to look back into David’s icy blue eyes.

He raised his brows patronisingly, “What’re you sorry for?”

You swallowed. “For running away at the boardwalk.”

Clearly that wasn’t all he wanted from you, as the look of expectancy on David’s face remained strong as ever.

“And for arguing about it.. and then punching Marko.” You glanced back over at Marko sheepishly, who still regarded you with those hungry eyes.

“You got anything you wanna say to Paul?” It took all your willpower not to yell at David in frustration. He was clearly dragging out this apology, and you had a slight suspicion that he was trying to bait you into getting yourself into more trouble.

You didn’t see the look Dwayne shot David. He knew exactly what the other man was doing, and unlike his blonde lover, Dwayne took little pleasure in disciplining you.

Paul didn’t seem particularly bothered by the whole situation either. You could see him lounging in an armchair, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Sorry for running away Papa.”

Your father exhaled a plume of smoke before standing up and tossing away the cigarette. You watched silently as he walked towards you in an unconcerned manner.

Paul squeezed your shoulder and gave you a lopsided grin. He was obviously still under the effects of the weed.

“I’m just glad you’re ok kid- I missed you.”

You blinked dumbly, unsure of what to say. Had it been just you and Paul, you would’ve gone along with what he was saying, but with David eyeing you from his wheelchair throne, it was difficult to twist your narrative into whatever Paul thought was going on.

“Well… it won’t happen again.” You replied uncertainly, letting him pull you into an affectionate hug.

He hummed contently before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I know. We’ll have to keep a better eye on you next time!”

You heard someone stand up from behind you but couldn’t decipher who, as Paul held you too close for you to be able to easily twist around.

The sound of footsteps informed you of the approaching figure, who you soon found out to be Marko, as he rested his hands on your waist and leaned closer to your ear to speak to you.

“Y’know Paul may be high as fuck, but he’s not wrong about keeping an eye on you, pumpkin.”

You shivered at the warning, hearing Marko chuckle as he backed away, giving you enough space to finally free yourself from Paul’s grasp.

“It’s morning soon right? I think I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said as you turned around, eager to have some time to yourself.

As you started to make your way to your room, David’s voice made you stop. “Not by yourself you’re not.”

You frowned, “What’re you talking about?”

Marko smirked, “It’s just a precaution. Y’know, so you don’t try running away again.”

You paused for a moment, trying to understand what they meant, until suddenly it clicked. “I don’t need you to watch me during the day! When have I ever ran out of the cave? Where would I even go? It’s not like I know how to drive your bikes!”

David just shrugged, “We let you get away with one thing and then you start to test the boundaries. It’s not forever- only until we can trust you again.”

You stared at him incredulously, but didn’t argue back. “Fine. Who am I gonna be stuck with now then?”

“I can watch her,” Dwayne offered, ignoring Paul and Marko’s protests. He knew that out of the four of them he’d be the best at keeping you placated, and after your earlier conversation, you’d probably be more at ease with him.

David’s face remained neutral, “Fine by me.”

You simply scowled at him before promptly turning around and storming back to your room with Dwayne in tow.

It didn’t take long to reach your bedroom door with the pace you were walking at. You were tempted to slam the door in Dwayne’s face when you walked in, but decided it wouldn’t be worth pissing off the only person who wasn’t entirely mad at you.

With a frustrated groan, you threw yourself onto the bed for the second time since returning home. Dwayne just sighed.

You looked up and glared at him, “What?”

Your father sat down on your worn couch and watched you thoughtfully. “Things would be so much easier if you just stopped arguing with us all the time.”

“Maybe I would if you didn’t set such stupid rules,” you shot back.

“You know we only do it because we love you.”

“Well you guys have a funny way of showing it.” You huffed in response, rolling onto your side so that he wouldn’t be able to see your face.

“You’re still young, Y/n. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“That’s what you always say.” You mumbled, pulling your teddy close to your chest.

“Well it’s true.”

You didn’t reply. It was pointless trying to argue with him, and you were beginning to feel tired.

Dwayne noticed your fatigue, and jumped at the opportunity to change the subject.

“You gonna shuffle up or am I gonna have to sleep on the couch?”

You twisted to look over your shoulder, and saw how pathetic he looked sat over there by himself. The couch was nowhere near big enough to fit his tall frame, nor was it particularly comfortable either.

Still choosing not to speak, you rolled over to make space for Dwayne. He got up with a small smile and shrugged off his leather jacket before coming over and climbing into your bed.

You both lay there in silence for a while, lost in the comforting darkness of the room. The shapes of your furniture became hazy blurs in the dim light of the few candles you’d lit earlier.

“I meant what I said earlier.”

You frowned and glanced over at Dwayne, “Huh?”

“We do love you. I know sometimes you have your episodes and you convince yourself that we all hate you, but there’s nothing you could do that would make any of us feel that way.”

You hated that he called it that. You weren’t having an ‘episode’. Any normal person would’ve reacted the same way. Still, you knew that arguing about his terminology would get you nowhere, so you chose to ignore it.

“I just don’t understand why you guys adopted me if all you’re going to do is scream at me.”

Dwayne looked at you sadly, “Oh baby. I’m sorry you’re upset, but you know why we took you in. You were being raised by monsters. Humans are naturally cruel and your family was no different. They were abusing you- our hearts broke every time we’d see you come crying to us covered in bruises.”

You swallowed back the lump in your throat. They’d told you this story countless times. How they had met you when you were little and saved you from a life of abuse and neglect. You’d been taught about the cruel nature of humanity, and how that justified the many lives your fathers had taken.

Of course, if you followed that logic then technically you were a bad person as well, but of course, according to them, you were special. Different from the rest of mankind.

“You promise David won’t hurt me again?”

“I swear, Y/n. He won’t lay a finger on you.”

The room fell silent again, until Dwayne beckoned for you to come closer.

“Come here.”

You scooted over to him, allowing your father to wrap an arm around your shoulders. You curled up against his bare torso, finding comfort in his presence.

“Go to sleep now, angel. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

You hummed in reply and closed your eyes, finally falling asleep as you felt his fingers gently massage the back of your neck.

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Sorry this took so long to write! Please excuse any bad grammar/spelling as I proofread this late at night so it might not be perfect. I also wrote this over multiple weeks so the characters might not be completely consistent 😅

[luveline]

JADE I love Hotch sm I’ve been waiting for you to mention him again! If you wanted could you do something about reader having been through a rough relationship and just being so happy about how domestic and gentlemanly hotch is (when he’s home)? Tysm I love everything you do, constantly cheering for you babe!! ❤️

hi! i think i made reader more confused than happy but i hope this is still okay, ty for your request lovely! tw for bad/unhappy previous relationship, fem!reader

You didn’t know men could be so kind when you’re in a relationship. It’s not as though you’ve never met a sweet guy before, you met Aaron through Spencer, and Spencer’s nice. It had been his interference that eventually led to Aaron asking you out, and his assurance that made you confident enough to say yes. 

But being friends with Spencer hadn’t really erased any of your boyfriend-related assumptions. They’re boys. They don’t want to be suffocated by you and your need for affection. What Aaron wants, if the past is any indication, is a relaxing weekend with space and time alone. 

He’s lying on his couch. He woke before you, and you don’t understand why he hadn’t woken you up too. To get some time away from me, your brain supplies cruelly. It isn’t a fair assumption. Aaron wouldn’t have invited you to spend the night with him if he didn’t want to see you. He wouldn’t have asked you to go steady with a bouquet and a shiny tennis bracelet you’ve yet to take off a month later. 

Right?

“Come in here,” he calls. 

You put down your cup of coffee and walk into his living room. Aaron holds out his arm, touching you as soon as you’re in reach. He sits up and it’s so odd, why would he bother? It’s only you. 

“What, you don’t want to sit with me?” he jokes. 

“I didn’t know you wanted me to,” you say, a little too fast, a little too strung-out. 

He’s kind about your unsure moments. Likely because he knows exactly what you’re thinking —considering his job, and his ability to analyse even the criminally insane with brutal accuracy, Aaron must know why you act the way that you do. What you can’t understand is his patience. 

“Well, for future reference,” he begins, collecting your hands in his and giving them a squeeze, “I always want you to sit with me. As long as that’s what you want.”

"Oh, good, “ you say, taking back control of one of your hands, pressing your palm to his broad shoulder. 

Aaron smiles sweetly, like his lips are glued with sticky taffy. You take it as an invitation to stand between his legs, and slowly, so slowly, wrap your arms around his head and neck, your cheek pressed to his hair. He grasps your waist with a mirrored fondness. He smells so nice. He always smells clean and warm, sandalwood and something earthier in his aftershave.

It doesn’t take him much manoeuvring to sit you in his lap, or rather sit you in the corner of the couch with your thighs over his. You laugh as you settle, your hands falling down his chest. 

"I'm really glad you could come over. I know I've been busy with work. You never complain," Aaron says. 

"Why would I complain?" you ask, wanting to put your head on his shoulder. 

He looks at you long and steady. 

"You can do it," he says. "You can lean on me." 

"How do you know?" you mumble ruefully, doing as he allows, your face hiding in his warm arm. 

"I'm very good at reading people. And I like you more than I like most people, so I'm even better." He drags a lazy hand up and down your leg. "I know you like affection more than you like air…  and I know you don't like asking for it. I know you think it bothers me when you do ask." 

His hand slides between your thighs. "But it doesn't," he says warmly. "Whatever you've been told, it won't bother me." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Aaron leans down to kiss you. You have to sit back to make room for it, and you feel strangely like crying as he presses his lips to yours. It's chaste. His hand squeezes your thigh. 

"I want you here," he says. 

Oh, you think. "I knew that," you murmur. 

"Good. I don't want you to doubt it. Things were hard for you before, and it was difficult for you to believe me when I said I–" He presses his lips to your cheek. "Had feelings for you," he says against your skin. "I'm sorry people haven't been kind to you." 

"Why would you be sorry for that?" 

"Because I care about you, and the things that happened to you." 

"It wasn't your fault. I was the idiot. I'm the one who stayed." 

"I would love," he says, gently, slowly, so you're sure it isn't a scolding, "if you could be as kind to yourself as you are to everyone else. Please don't blame yourself for how you've been treated. It's not fair." 

"I just don't get why you're so nice to me," you confess, sitting back again. You're surprised he can hear you, you talk so quietly. 

"Because that's how this works. That's how love is supposed to work," he grins, like he's aware of how close he is to sounding corny. "I'm nice to you because you mean everything to me. There isn't a single part of me that wants to be mean to you." 

"He wasn't mean," you say. You bite your tongue hard. After a moment, you continue, "He just didn't like me the way that you do." 

"He," Aaron says, pulling your legs into his chest, "should have. I don't want to keep on at you, I'm too used to telling people what to do, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that it wasn't… normal. Alright?" 

"This is normal?" you ask, smiling, feeling better for his reassurance but wanting to move on before the day becomes all about you. 

"No, this isn't normal. This is perfect." 

You laugh, delighted by him even if it is corny, and turn in his grasp to hug him. He laughs too, a rare sound. It's strange —he doesn't hug tightly, but you get an overwhelming feeling of security regardless. For the first time in a long time you indulge in affection without thinking that the person you're cuddled up with wants to be somewhere else. Aaron wants to be here, and nowhere else, and he wants to be with you. 

[porcalinecunt]

Hello! Ur writing is so amazing!❤️❤️ may I request brat tamer levi ackerman🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wanna be a brat? brace the consequences ! ʚ♡ɞ

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — reader’s genitalia is not specified. mean dom! levi spanking. impact play. manhandling. hair pulling. anal fingering(?). edging. some degrading.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi nonie! tysm for the compliment! you’re too kind :’3 levi is a hard character for me so i hope i did him justice. 🤍 anyways, this will be my last fic before i start grinding on my batfamily fics! so please enjoy! <3

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI is a rarity you have to seek out for yourself, as unfortunately for your cute little head, the man holds more patience then normal. most annoyances you cause like obnoxious whining or prying at his belt often results in him either brushing you off or a slight chuckle at your feble attempts (not that you’re complaining about the last one..)

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI however, has his own limits. he won’t tolerate you misbehaving in public or in front of mutual friends nor will he handle you disobaying explicit rules he grounded you in. it’s a constant game of how far you can go just to see levi snap and unleash his pent up frustration onto your poor body. luckily for you, it happened to be one of his more..stressful evenings. despite the crystal clear warning, you pressed and pressed just for a drop of attention. you pouted, begged and touched the crotch of his pants, anticipation his reaction while his eyebrows twitched and his jaw clenched.

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI finally reached his fucking limit, dragging you by the wrist while you bite back a smile. levi is not a forgiving man, commanding you to strip out of those loose pijamas until you had nothing but your frilly socks on. not only is he pissed, but his strength is near frightening, effortlessly manhandling you like a ragdoll until you were bent over his knee. you whined like a bitch in heat, only for levi to yank you by the hair and force your head towards him. “you keep you mouth shut or i’ll fuck it raw, got that?” safe to say, your lips were pressed tightly together.

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI is a spanker, period. with your ass high up and your knees held down, levi raised his hand high and struck down on the sensitive flesh. no counting, no breaks, only continuous slapping and squeezing in a painful rhythm. a loud twack! jolted you upwards, only for you to be forced back down as tears stained your face. you could only cry and moan pathetically, weakly saying his name like a mantra you can’t let go of. twack! twack! twack! pain became arousal as you began to rub your thighs together, something levi caught onto in a heartbeat.

₊˚ෆ BRAT TAMER! LEVI scoffed, forcing your thighs apart until he pressed a finger against your asshole. you looked back with a gasp as he brought two fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his own spit, then rubbing circles around your wet hole. levi was no stranger to anal, yet it never failed to have you tense in anticipation. “mmm..levi..” you moaned. “fuck me..please! i-i can’t wait any lo—AH!” the lingering pleasure was ripped away, only to be replaced with another sting of levi’s strikes. the one time he allowed mercy, you already went back to being a mindless brat in a fucking heartbeat. pathetic.

“want me to fuck you? tear this pretty ass open? then hold the fuck still, minx. until you learn, you aren’t getting shit.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[shiftingparadise]

I don’t know if your busy rn but there is a shortage in FEITAN x readers books and ya girl is dying. I know your inbox is like huge probably but anyways.. IF YOU DO TYSM AND IF YOU DONT TYSM FOR READING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😻😻😻🥲🥲🫶🫶🫶🫶

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like this :) In this story, Feitan is similar to my others works. So he isn’t particularly very kind in the beginning. I’m working on your requests now, so if you have one don’t be afraid to send me a message or to ask one! Keep in mind that I have a couple left to do, so I’m only asking for some patience :3.

If you enjoy my stories it would be really great if you could buy me a coffee with the link in my bio 😇. HOWEVER DON’T FEEL OBLIGED TO DO SO. I’m only saying this because someone did a week ago and it felt really nice 🥹. I really enjoy writing for you guys either way 🤍✨

PS: I wanted to write another part of this, let me know if I should :)

Warnings: smut and angst.

Word count: 3455

“Be careful, don’t let your heart fool you”, my father took another sip from his coffee, “You’ve got to be sure he isn’t after our money”. “How can you say something like that?”. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that”. “I know him. He would never do anything to hurt me”, you slowly stood up. For some reason, your father’s office never seemed so small before. “Fine”, my father sighed, “Invite him over for dinner”.

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the conversation with your father. You didn’t know. You really didn’t. How could you know that he was a Spider? That he was only playing a part? Right, in hindsight everything did seem a little fishy. The way he was suddenly there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the way his name didn’t seem to truly ‘fit’ him. Jacob. He didn’t look like a Jacob at all. How could you be this dumb? Life isn’t like the fairytales and you were an idiot to think it could be.

“Where is she?”.

You couldn’t help but shiver. That voice used to be so familiar. So warm and soft.

“Boss told us to keep her in here”, the blonde that stood in front of the door answered. “It’s nice in there, Fei. She has a nice bed and lots of books”, a misguidingly soft voice answered.

The girl seemed so sweet, with her big glasses and her soft eyes. You couldn’t understand how she could be part of a gang like this.

“I don’t care”, Feitan coldly replied before walking past his comrades.

Your stomach started to turn. You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to keep your memories clean from any stains; to remember him the way you knew him. Kind and soft-hearted.

“Look at me”. “No”, you softly answered as you kept your gaze locked on the ground. “I said look at me”, his hands roughly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t want to”, you almost whispered as you tried not to cry. “Look at me”.

You flinched as you felt the tip of his knife against your cheek. The same place he used to kiss you before wishing you goodnight.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, not daring to say anything. “Are you scared?”, his cold eyes pierced through your skull. “Yes”, you softly agreed while studying his face. He was nothing like the man you used to know.

His facial features were so cold and distant. As if he was frozen in ice for hundreds of years. You couldn’t see half of his face, as it was covered with the coat he was wearing. It was decorated with a skull, making him even more morbid.

“Good”, he roughly pulled away as he lowered his knife to your throat. “Why are you doing this?”, your chin high. “Why?”, he repeated the question while once again lowering his knife. Letting the cold metal rest just beneath your collarbone. Your breathing got heavier as fear’s grip tightened around your body.

You didn’t know he wasn’t the head of this organization, that this wasn’t his plan. To you, he was the man with all the answers. The one who planned this whole scheme.

“If you want money-“, you were cut short by the back of his hand. “Only speak when I tell you to”.

He wasn’t that tall, but the way he hit you made him seem like the devil. Even though you couldn’t see, you knew there was this cruel grin on his face. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed.

“Too hard”, his thumb grazed over your cheek. “Or you’re just too fragile”, he lowered his collar to lick up the drop of blood on his thumb. “Don’t cry”, he kneeled before you, “We’re going to have a lot more fun than this”. “Fei?”, the sweet-looking girl suddenly stood next to him. “What, Shizuku?”, Feitan sighed before standing up again. “Boss said not to hurt her, remember?”, her finger resting on her lip. “Tsk”, he clicked his tongue before leaving. “Don’t worry”, the girl cheerfully smiled, “We only need some kind of code. I’m sure your father will give it to us soon”. “Code?”, your eyes widened, “H-he won’t give it!”, you hastily got up from the bed you were sitting on. “Huh? He won’t?”, the girl widened her eyes.

You knew your father. He would never risk the nation’s, no the world’s, safety. Not even for his own daughter.

“You’re after the code for the nuclear weapons, right?”. “I guess… I don’t remember to be honest”, she looked down at the ground. “Listen, my father will never give that code. J-just ask our president-“. “But only your father knows that code, since he’s head of security”, the girl happily smiled, causing you to shiver. “Yo, Shizu”, the blonde angrily yelled from the door. “Huh?”, she looked behind her. “Shut up before you tell her our whole plan”. “Oh right”, she giggled before leaving.

——

“Get the girl, Phinks”, Feitan coldly sighed from behind your door.

You tucked your knees even tighter to your chest. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to kill you? Torture you?

“Get up”, Phinks roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bed. “Let go!”, you tried to struggle, to break free from his grip. “You want me to get Feitan?”, he gritted his teeth. A threat he didn’t have to make twice.

You hastily stopped struggling, now following him into the main room of the abandoned building. The stones underneath your feet felt exceptionally cold, and the nightgown you were wearing didn’t really help to keep you warm.

“She’s freezing”, a voice too soft now greeted your ears, “Put this on her”.

You looked up to a tall figure. His hair was pitch black and there was this kind of cross tattooed on his forehead. He was an exceptionally good-looking man, but somehow his skin was just as cold-looking as Feitan. It didn’t match his kind voice at all.

“Here”, Phinks threw the coat at your feet. “I said put it on”, the dark-haired man smiled, “She can’t put it on when her hands are tied, can she? “Tsk”, the blonde picked up the coat before throwing it over your shoulders.

You scanned the room. There were about 10 people in the room. Some of them just looked evil, but others looked as innocent as a child. Especially a blonde-haired guy with big, green eyes.

“Your father won’t give us the code. Do you-”, the soft voice broke through your thoughts. “Who are you?“.

“Huh?”, you froze in fear as Feitan’s knife was once again pressed to the soft skin of your neck. You didn’t see him move. It felt as if he had just teleported to you.

“Tsk”, his eyes found yours, “How dare you interrupt boss?”. “Come now, Feitan”, the man now walked towards you, stopping before you. Without any warning, his fingers glided over your cheek, “You couldn’t contain yourself before, but you have to now”. Feitan immediately stepped away from you, discontent hidden in his eyes. “Feitan has a hard time holding himself back from… Fun”, the man smiled, “But it seems he did his best with you. I rarely get to see a hostage without any cuts or broken fingers”. “Lucky me”, you sarcastically answered while holding eye contact. “Yes, but keep in mind that luck doesn’t last forever”, he chuckled. “I’m Chrollo. Head of the Spiders”, he walked back to the stairs he was sitting on earlier. “My father isn’t going to give up the code. Not even for me”. “Yes, he made that very clear”, Chrollo replied. “Let me go and I promise my father will give you a generous reward”, your heart racing. “We have more than enough money. Besides, we can’t let you go. You know all of our names. Well… you’ll get to know them”. “What does that mean?”, you took a step back. “Feitan wanted you as a reward during this mission. So whether we’ll get the code or not, you’re not leaving”, Chrollo’s eyes glittered in the dark. “I-I don’t want to”, you started to panic. “Don’t care”, Feitan’s voice was only fuel to your fear. “From now on, you belong to Feitan”, Chrollo signaled Phinks to free your hands. “Keep the coat. I don’t think Feitan cares if you’re cold. You’ll be at least warm that way”, Chrollo spoke as if Feitan wasn’t there. “Right”, Feitan smirked. “At least get her some proper clothing, Fei”, Chrollo coldly looked at his Spider before dismissing everyone.

——

“Here”, Feitan threw a couple of bags on your bed the next day. “Proper clothes”, he leaned against the door.

After Chrollo dismissed everyone, Feitan took you with him to the house he was currently living in. It was a big and luxurious house. It wasn’t really decorated with furniture, only the necessary things like a couch, a dinner table, some paintings on the wall… And the room you were staying in was just as empty. There was a bed, a luxurious bathroom, and a big, walk-in closet that was empty of course.

“Proper clothes?”, your brows pulled together as you pulled a dress out of one of the bags. “This is a Prada dress?”. “I want you to look pretty”, Feitan looked up at the ceiling. “I’ll get you clothes every week. They won’t last long anyway”, his eyes now darted to yours.

Your stomach turned. You could only imagine what he was going to do to you.

“Wear this one for now”, Feitan slowly walked to your bed before handing you another bag. “For dinner. Hired some chef”. “I’m not hungry”, you clenched your jaw. “I don’t care”, he once again grabbed your jaw, “You’ll do as I say. Got it?”, his lips hovering next to your ear. “I’ve been kind until now, haven’t I? I behaved, so you’ll behave too”.

You didn’t answer, you just nodded in response.

“Good. Now put it on”, he leaned back. “N-now?”, you looked up at him with fear in your eyes. “Yes, want to see your body one last time before I have fun with it”. “What do you mean?”, you tried to keep your voice steady. “Put it on”, his cold gaze let you know his patience was running thin.

With shaking hands, you pulled out the nightgown you were wearing from when Feitan kidnapped you. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it, but that didn’t faze you. Feitan had seen your body many times by now. He used to place kisses all over it, making you feel like no one ever had before.

“This one?”, you covered your breasts with your arm. “Yes”, he got closer. You pulled out a beautiful, black dress from the back.

It wasn’t especially short, but it wasn’t long either. The fabric ended just above your knees. It was a tight dress until your belly, where it opened up like a flower. It was a beautiful dress, no doubt about it.

“I’ll close it”, Feitan guided you to a mirror before his hands glided along your waist.

His touch didn’t seem rough at all. It felt just as before.

“You like it?”, he took a step back when he zipped up the dress for you. “Hm”, you nodded in agreement. “Dinner’s at 7”, he cleared his throat before leaving you again.

——

You couldn’t eat. There was this lump in your throat that made it feel like you’d throw up if any kind of food entered your mouth.

“I thought sushi was your favorite”, Feitan was sitting on the other end of the table. “It is”, you hastily picked up some food, fearing what might happen if you didn’t eat. “It’s really good”, your eyes widened.

You didn’t realize how much your body needed some kind of fuel. You didn’t eat for at least 2 days now, and you only realized now how hungry you truly were.

“One of the best sushi chefs”, Feitan looked at the kitchen behind him where the chef was preparing more food. He seemed in distress, probably because Feitan made sure he wouldn’t tell a soul you were with him.

After dinner, Feitan guided you back to your room.

“Can I go to sleep?”, you softly asked as you sat down on your bed. “Sleep?”, he tilted his head, “No, it’s time for me to have some fun”. “Fun?”, your breathing started to fasten. “Fun”, his eyes lit up before roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you to another room.

There was nothing in the room except for a chair and a bed. Without any warning, he threw you on the bed and tied your wrists to it.

“What are you going to do?”, your eyes already glossy. “Whatever I want”, a knife in his hand as he slowly crawled on top of you. “I’ve wanted to take you like this since the first time we met”, his nose taking in the scent of your hair. “You know how hard it is to hold back when you’re this pretty? It was almost hard for me to finish at times because you were so boring… Always begging me to kiss you, to take you slow, … I hated it”.

You didn’t answer. There was nothing for you to say. Even when he showed some kindness earlier, you should’ve prepared yourself for this.

He swiftly cut the straps of your dress with his knife, causing it to slide down just beneath your breasts. “Stay still”, his knife firmly pressed against your throat as he noticed you were starting to kick your legs. “Please”, tears streamed down your cheek as he licked up a drop of your blood. “Don’t worry, you’re going to like this”, he looked into your eyes before cupping your cheek, “I’ll be rough, but I won’t be a monster. I know you’re body and when it’s ready for me. Even though you won’t admit it, I know you’ve been craving my touch. I saw it earlier when you were undressing in front of me… Your legs were rubbing against each other when I zipped up your dress. You only do that when you want me”.

Yes. No. Maybe. You knew he was right. Earlier… You wanted him, but you tried to push those thoughts away as much as you could. He wasn’t the man you knew. He was a psychopath, how could you want someone like him?

“Now, stay still”, his nails dug into the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled up your dress with the other. “Feitan, please”, another tear was streaming down your cheek. “Say it. Tell me you want me to stop”, his knee pushed your legs open as his digits hovered over your most sensitive spot. “I’ll stop if you do”, a devilish smirk in his eyes.

But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care if he was going to be rough, or if he was even going to hurt you. You wanted him.

“See?”, he chuckled at a lack of answer. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve never been this wet for me”, he softly bit on your shoulder. You closed your eyes as you were still trying to fight yourself. “I asked you a question”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he bit your shoulder again. Only harder this time. “S-shit”, you cried out in pain. “I’m going to cover you in bitemarks for ignoring my question”, he loosened his grip around your neck while his fingers slowly entered you. “Fuck”, you arched your back as he left bite marks on your body.

You couldn’t deny it any longer. He made you feel good, better than he ever did.

“Tsk”, Feitan frowned when you came undone around his fingers, “Wasn’t expecting you to enjoy this”. “I-I’m not”, you avoided his gaze as your cheeks turned red. “Liar”, he softly hummed while undressing himself.

Your eyes were glued to his body. Now it was clear why he never took off his shirt.

“Who did that to you?”, you quietly whispered as you noticed his scars. For a second, his eyes widened while his lips were slightly parted.

There was this short-lived moment in his mind where he wanted to let you in and where he wanted you to care for him. An unwilling memory of your arms wrapped around him flashed before his eyes.

“Shut up”, his eyes went dark again, “Don’t talk”.

Afraid of being enchanted by your warm voice again, he thought it better not to hear your voice at all.

He didn’t ask if you were ready for him. It was unnecessary. By now, your legs are already wrapped willingly around his waist. “Feitan”, your eyes closed as his forehead was pressed against yours. “Don’t”, Feitan grunted as he got even rougher, “I don’t want you to enjoy this”.

That was a lie. He wanted you to, more than anything. It wasn’t his intention for you to enjoy this, and he surely didn’t want to leave you so perfectly. In his mind, he wanted to hurt you, to make you bleed, just as he did with all those before you. That’s what he enjoyed. Torture. Not this. This wasn’t like him, and it made him mad but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t want to hurt you, more so, it would even make him feel bad about himself.

“Sorry”, your lips pressed against each other as a whisper left your chest. “Fuck”, he grunted in agitation.

He didn’t know what to do, but this didn’t feel right.

“Tell me”, he clenched his jaw at the realization of how soft he had gotten for you. “W-what?”, you looked to the side. “Tell me you want me, please”, his eyes were glued to a bitemark he left.

He couldn’t lie. The bruises looked so good on your body, but only because you enjoyed it. If he did something like that while you were crying, begging him to stop…

“I want you, Feitan”, your soft voice melted something inside him as if a fire was lit inside his heart. “Even now? Even when you see who I truly am?”.

“Even now”.

Without thinking twice, he cut the rope that was holding you down.

“Touch me. Like you used to”, he softly grabbed your wrist before placing your hand on the back of his head.

You obeyed as you softly tugged at his dark hair.

“I don’t want to take you slowly like I used to, Y/N”. “You don’t have to”, your legs tightened around his waist.

That was all he needed to hear. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours.

“You feel so good”, your breathing got heavier as you could feel he was getting close. “Yeah?”, his voice low, “Want me to breed you?”. You hastily nodded as you could feel yourself getting closer to your own climax. “Really?”, he chuckled, “You never let me come inside you before. Always crying about being scared to get pregnant”. “P-please Feitan”, you arched your back. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fill you up this time, whether you want me to or not”.

Your legs now started to shake as you came undone around him.

“That’s it. Good girl”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Now look at me and beg”. “P-please Fei, want you to come inside me”. “Want me to put a baby in you? Making you mine forever?”. “P-please”.

Feitan couldn’t contain himself any longer. With heavy breaths and low grunts, he let his head rest against your shoulder.

“Never felt so good”, he slowly pulled out, before placing a soft kiss on the bitemark he left on your shoulder. “Hm”, you happily smiled.

He didn’t know why he decided to act cold again. Honestly, he hated himself for it, but there was something inside him. A feeling he never felt before. Was it fear? Was he scared that you were going to leave him? No. You couldn’t leave him. He kidnapped you and you had nowhere to go. It was something else. He knew you weren’t going to leave, but he was scared you were going to hate him for what he did. Or rather, for who he was. You didn’t know the real him.

“Don’t think this will happen again”, he coldly got up, “You won’t enjoy this next time”.

You lowered your eyes as you watched him put on his clothes.

“Can I-“.

“Go to your room and shower. I don’t care what you do for the rest of the night”, he clenched his jaw before leaving you alone.

[peachsayshi]

hi peach! can i request kissing in the heat of the moment + nanami tysm ❤️

"you were irresponsible and impulsive!"

you rolled your eyes, "you know, it's not hard to just say "thank you" considering the fact that I saved you tonight"

nanami stood dead in his tracks, the abrupt pause caused you to collide right into his back. he slowly turned on his heel, angling his face down to reveal his disapproving glare. the tips of his ears were red, his unwarranted irritation tugging the muscles on his handsome face.

your usually level headed colleague has been nothing but snappy with you despite the success of tonight's mission, and you couldn't seem find the reason behind his contention.

"I didn't ask for help," he curtly replied through gritted teeth.

it's rare seeing him this angry, which probably explains why your heart can't stop fluttering. heat blooms underneath your cheeks out frustration, "you're being unreasonable, kento. you were outnumbered and needed my support," you earnestly argued back all the while contemplating why the smartest man you knew was behaving so illogically.

"I'm not going to live with the aftermath of your reckless decisions..." he retorted, "you put yourself in a risky situation tonight!"

"to save you!" you gasped out of annoyance, "for heaven's sake, it's not like I haven't done it before!"

he scoffs, completely disregarding your claims and you didn't expect to feel the sharp pain in your chest upon hearing his dismissal.

"you're acting like a jerk," you bluntly point out before folding your arms across your chest defensively. you pry your eyes away from his to gaze down at your feet. "screw this. I'm tired and don't have the patience to listen to you anymore..."

you try bypassing him to make your way down the hall, but you were met with his left arm slinging around your waist and keeping you in place.

"then don't give me a reason to scold you"

you don't even get the chance to extract yourself before feeling the brush of his lips over yours and your eyes widen in shock when he firmly presses his mouth down. for a minute you forget how to breathe - whatever irritation that's been boiling inside you slowly starts to simmer, and you find yourself melting into his arms instead.

when nanami pulls away from the kiss, he leaves a little trail in it's wake - one on your cupid's bow, another on the tip of your nose and a third right between your brows. he loosens his hold around you, keeping your chin tilted upward by delicately placing his fingers underneath.

"I will never be okay with you gambling your life for mine," he admitted under his breath.

“But…”

“Don’t…” he begs and you feel his grip tighten while his face falls out of desperation. “I won’t accept that either.”

[umemiyan]

If you're taking requests could you write 103 & 156 with whoever you'd like?

tysm for the request!!! ❤️ it was so hard to choose lol but i eventually decided to go with satoru after this idea popped into my brain!

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / dubcon-ish (gojo assumes reader's consent) / subby!gojo / cockwarming / creampie / no pronouns for reader / ~900 words

prompts from this list:

103. “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.” 156. “I want you so bad.”

When Satoru suggests an early bedtime for the two of you tonight, you’re properly suspicious that sleep is hardly the first thing on his mind. Your hunch is proven accurate the moment you slide beneath the covers and feel him press tightly against your body, long arms pulling you in so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth as though he’s been waiting the entire day for this moment to arrive. And, well… he has.

He feels at home against your body, skin soaking in the warmth of yours as he prods at your mouth deep and slow, drinking in every last bit of you. It’s the kind of kiss where he’s silently telling you ‘I’ve been needing you all day,’ and how could you not allow him to indulge? His desperation lights you on fire, sending waves of need throughout your nervous system.

After a few good minutes of limbs and tongues tangling together and losing your breath to one another, Satoru’s patience has started to wear thin. He puts you on your back and grinds his hips against you without shame, letting you feel the hard, weeping length trapped in his briefs. You moan quietly into his mouth, rolling your own hips up in return and clutching at the muscles in his back.

As somewhat expected from a man with a god complex, Satoru’s yanking down the waistband of his briefs until his cock springs free, pulling your panties to the side not a few seconds later to reveal your glistening folds to him. He taps his cock against them a couple of times before pushing greedily at your entrance with little to no thought.

“Hm… did I say you could fuck me?” you ask, voice finally piercing the silence.

“No,” he replies a bit breathlessly before slowly sliding himself all the way in, “but I know you want me to.”

You manage to stifle any sound of pleasure that dares to leave your throat as he stretches you out and stills himself. “Do you really?” Your hand reaches for the back of his neck where you pull him down until your lips can brush over his ear. In a threatening whisper, you warn and clench around him with a tight grip, “Move an inch and you won’t be cumming tonight.”

Satoru shudders and wriggles anyway, desperate to pump himself inside of your tight heat. “C’mon, gorgeous, please?” he pleads, cocky facade beginning to falter. “I want you so bad.” He kisses you again and dares to roll his hips once as if it’ll change your mind.

You pull back and tap his cheek a couple of times, forcing his lusty blue gaze to meet your own. “Nuh uh, what did I just say?”

He whines and presses his forehead to yours, deciding to submit despite his obvious physical advantage. He practically had your consent to start with–he almost always does–but it’s far too amusing to toy with him when he gets so needy like this.

You cup his face gently in your hand, satisfied with his lack of movement. “Much better.” You offer a smile, thumb brushing along his cheek as you watch him struggle to keep his desire at bay. “Deep breaths for me, baby.”

Satoru obeys and inhales through his nose, closing his eyes and attempting to suppress the primal urge to fuck you open until you give him permission to do so. He doesn’t want to leave the space he’s carved for himself inside you under any circumstances, so if you want to warm him there for the time being, he’ll accept no matter how difficult it may be.

He breathes and remains still until his arms begin to tremble, the minutes feeling like hours and dragging on until he can’t even remotely tell how long it’s been. You take notice of the way he shakes and whimpers, pulling him down until a great deal of his weight is now settled against your body.

“That’s it,” you say softly and encouragingly, stroking the back of his head with a gentle touch as he breathes against your neck. You’ve decided that he’s done well enough. “You can start moving now.”

Satoru gasps and nearly sobs. “Oh, fuck, thank you.”

You’ve worn him down so much that all he can do is rut his hips forward and pant against your skin, using the last bit of his strength to keep from completely crushing you beneath him. He’s felt your walls squeezing around his length long enough, so to finally be able to repeatedly slide himself against them in a pathetic rhythm is almost too much for him to handle. Satoru doesn’t have to grind himself into you for long until he’s cumming with a cry that’s muffled against your skin, spilling every drop of white hot fluid deep inside you where he claims it belongs.

He would be more embarrassed by his lack of stamina if it weren’t for the waves of pleasure wracking his body, making him lethargic yet oh so grateful. After catching his breath, he begins placing slow kisses of gratitude against your throat, lips, and collarbones, slowly dragging his way down the rest of your body until he can plainly see where he drips out of you.

“You didn’t cum,” he says matter-of-factly, cheeks pink and eyes hooded with a fucked out gaze. Satoru pulls your panties completely off this time and settles himself between your thighs, paying no mind to his exhaustion. “Gonna fix that.”

[moonmaiden1996]

Hiya,

Hope you're having a great day, just wanted to ask if you were okay w writing another River x Sid fic. I loooooved your last one but there aren't many for this pair even though they have sm chemistry.

Set after they get together and both back working at the park, jealous!River (BC I'm a sucker for possessive men) thinks one of their colleagues are a bit too close/friendly. Sid notices and thinks it's hilarious and adorable so she spends the day rieling him up as he alternates between silently fuming and interrupting them despite being busy busy busy w errands from 2nd desk ( Diana T) who (along w the rest of the office) think this is the most entertaining thing they'll see in a while so mik it for all they can

Ends w Sid reassuring (and teasing) him and everyone else at the Hub watch as puppy boy bounces back and they're all shaking their head in disbelief

It's probabs too specific so feel free to take liberties wherever (pls no smut tho)

IK THIS IS SO LONG BUT IM STARVED FOR CONTENT

But if you don't want to or no longer do this pair then pls tag me and lmk and sorry for rambling

Tysm ❤️❤️

I have been obsessed with this prompt. I don't really ship Sid and River as I see them more as friends but I cannot deny the chemistry. And I cannot turn down jealous or dark River requests.

@fic-adict

River Cartwright was not sulking.

Sure, his arms were crossed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was laser-focused on the far corner of the Hub, but sulking? That was beneath him. Or so he told himself. And yet, River Cartwright’s patience was undeniably wearing thin.

From his cramped workspace in the corner of the MI5 Hub, he had an excellent view of Sidonie Baker standing by the coffee station. Normally, that view would brighten his otherwise dreary day, but today it was accompanied by a gnawing irritation. The source of his ire? One overly enthusiastic Tom Price, a fellow officer from the Political Monitoring Unit, who seemed far too interested in whatever Sid was saying.

River didn’t trust Tom’s too-bright smile or the way he leaned just a little too close. And he especially didn’t trust the way Sid was smiling back—relaxed, amused, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke.

"Cartwright," came Diana Taverner’s voice from behind him, sharp and clipped as ever. She dropped a thin file onto his desk with a decisive thwack. "This is for you. Urgent. I need it sorted before the close of play."

"Right," River muttered without enthusiasm, his gaze flicking briefly to the file before snapping back to Sid and Tom.

Taverner didn’t miss the glance. Her mouth quirked in a faint smirk. "Something distracting you, Cartwright?"

"No, ma’am," he replied quickly, sitting up straighter.

Her eyes lingered on him for a beat too long, assessing, before she turned and walked away, her heels clicking purposefully on the floor.

For most of the morning, River alternated between pretending to work and inventing increasingly flimsy excuses to wander closer to Sid. His first attempt involved a trip to the stationery cabinet, conveniently located near her and Tom. The second saw him carrying a stack of papers to the shredder—papers that could have waited, but River decided couldn’t.

Every time he passed, he caught snippets of their conversation. Every laugh from Sid made his chest tighten. Every friendly gesture from Tom made his blood simmer.

At one point, as River loitered near the water cooler, Louisa Guy appeared beside him, holding an empty mug. She followed his gaze, then smirked. "You know, glaring at Tom won’t make him burst into flames."

"I’m not glaring," River said defensively, his tone just a little too clipped.

"Right," Louisa said, filling her mug with deliberate slowness. "And I’m the Queen of Denmark." She gave him a knowing look before sauntering back to her desk.

River sighed, rubbing his temples. He could feel the amused gazes of his colleagues, most of whom were clearly enjoying his transparent attempts to shadow Sid. Even Taverner passed by again at one point, pausing just long enough to say, "Cartwright, if you’re done patrolling the Hub, perhaps you could do your actual job?"

"Yes, ma’am," River muttered, slinking back to his desk under the watchful eyes of the Second Desk—and everyone else.

Sid, of course, noticed River’s antics almost immediately.

She wasn’t blind to the way his jaw tightened every time Tom laughed too loudly or the way he seemed to materialize near her whenever Tom leaned in to speak. She probably should have reassured him outright, but instead, she found herself leaning into the absurdity of the situation.

When Tom complimented her on a report, she smiled brightly and thanked him, knowing full well River was within earshot. When Tom offered to grab her a coffee, she accepted, even though she’d just finished a cup. And when Tom mentioned an after-work drink, she hesitated just long enough to see River tense before declining.

By early afternoon, the rest of the office was in on the drama. Shirley Dander strolled past River’s desk with an exaggerated sniff. "Smells like jealousy," she said loudly, earning a ripple of laughter from the Hub.

Louisa rolled her eyes but added, "At least he’s entertaining. It’s been a while since we had a decent soap opera around here."

Even Roddy Ho, who rarely noticed anything outside his screens, leaned over and whispered, "Hey, is this, like, a love triangle? Or are you just bad at stealth?"

River ignored them all, but the tips of his ears turned a telling shade of red.

The tension finally broke around 3 p.m., when Sid took pity on River and intercepted him near the photocopier.

"River," she said, stepping into his path. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he replied quickly, too quickly. His hands fumbled with a folder he didn’t actually need. "Just…work stuff."

Sid arched an eyebrow, folding her arms. "Really? Because it looks like you’ve been hovering around me and Tom all day."

"I wasn’t—" He stopped, sighed, and raked a hand through his hair. "Okay, maybe I was. But he’s—he’s way too…"

"Friendly?" Sid supplied, her tone amused.

"Exactly." River’s eyes searched hers, his voice quieter now. "Sid, you’re—" He hesitated, then said more firmly, "You’re mine. And I don’t like the way he looks at you."

Sid softened at his words, stepping closer. "River. Tom’s harmless. And even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t stand a chance. You know that, right?"

He looked at her, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah, I know. It’s just…"

"Adorable," Sid finished, smiling. "You’re adorable when you’re jealous."

River groaned, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Don’t call me adorable."

"Fine," she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "How about possessive? Territorial? Puppy-like?"

River muttered something incomprehensible, but the flush on his face betrayed him.

When they returned to the Hub, Sid’s hand resting lightly on River’s arm, the entire office was watching as River practically totted behind her, looking every bit like a golden retriever, trailing its owner. Shirley gave a loud whistle. Louisa looked impressed. Even Taverner, who had been reviewing something on her tablet, glanced up and smirked faintly.

"Cartwright," she said as he passed her desk, "next time, try to keep the dramatics to a minimum. This is still an office, not a rom-com."

"Yes, ma’am," River mumbled, trying not to trip over himself as he tried to follow Sid towards the exit.

As they left, Roddy frowned and muttered to Shirley, "Wait, so they’re together? Why didn’t anyone tell me?"

Shirley burst out laughing. "Thank fuck Lamb isn’t here to see this. He’d rather set himself on fire than watch that."

And with that, the Hub dissolved into laughter, leaving River and Sid to their dramatic exit.

Soooooooooo... what do you think???? Pleaseeeeee send River requests, he is such a good boy 🐕

[issie-https]

I wouldn’t mind the general plots of them only if you don’t mind though adds to the anticipation🤭

I’ve just seen this, sorry😭😂.

Most of them are smut!! Some sub!Vince Neil smut, Sebastian Bach, Bret Michaels, Axl X Reader X Slash, James Hetfield fluff, Nikki Sixx smut, lots of Izzy Stradlin stuff coming up, Kurt Cobain smut, Dave Grohl smut and some more.

I also have a taglist now so if anyone wants to be added to it, you can either message me(please don’t put it in my asks lol) or you can do it via the form — here!

The more in depth plots if you want to occupy yourself with antici… pation(RHPS reference🤭).

𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧

It’s reader’s birthday and Izz wants to do something special w/ smut at the end

Smut 4, 18 & 25 w/ angst

Izz & reader go to visit the parents and when they go to bed, Izz wants to stay with the reader but they have to be quiet

Inspired by the song patience and reader goes to where GNR are performing and Izzy proposes

Izzy takes readers virginity

2012 era Izzy smut

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥

Sub!Vince being a brat in public so reader punishes him

Sub!Vince Heavy kinks/fetishes — S&M, bondage, spanking, etc

Burlesque!Reader (I saw this one pop up in my requests and I was so shocked bcos I was already writing one like this but with Duff & Susan Mckagan(those two turned me bi🤫🤭))

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬

Headcanons(I will do A-Z and what it’s like dating him)

𝐀𝐱𝐥 & 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

Smut 23 w/ Axl X Reader X Slash(revenge sex)

𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐥

Smut 2 & 14 w/ Dave(Romantic & Messy sex)

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐧

Fluff 4(pregnancy), Fluff 6(seeing each other after tour), fluff 18(first kiss), smut 4(post-fight sex) w/ Kurt

Smut 1 or 2 w/ Kurt(FWB & Romantic sex)

Kurt & Reader take each other v-card but during, reader wants Kurt to be rougher(daddy kink) but Kurt wants reader to be rougher(mommy kink)

𝐌𝐨̈𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮̈𝐞

Modern!Crüe abt to preform(Home sweet home) but someone tells then that reader who was their old friend has passed away

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Fluff 13 w/ James(movie night)

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐱

Prompt 8 & 10 w/ Nikki(he gets a boner from reader doing something subtle & car sex)

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬

Sub!Bret smut

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡

Heavy fetishes w/ Sebastian Bach

That’s all of them that’ve been requested and majority of the ones I’ve thought of are song fics or fluff because I need some healing atm😂.

I literally cried to Taylor Swift on my way back from the shops today AND I WANT NO JUDGEMENT FROM IT!!

Anyways, I love you all and tysm for your requests, follows, likes and support! It means the world to me xx❤️

[uhohdad]

Hellooo! I am one of the many gremlins eating GOOD from the hunger games AU ❤️❤️❤️❤️ you are so incredibly talented!!! also I wanted to add not to pressure yourself to get the chapter out as soon as possible, we'll still be here even if it comes out a year later ❤️ take care of yourself first and foremost beloved!!❤️❤️

<3 <3 🩷💕💖🥹💘💕💞😭 you are so sweet tysm ily ily ily

I saved this ask for the end of the day bc unfortunately i’m getting carried away with the big finish and i’m sorry to not keep my promise but it might not drop until tomorrow 😭 so thank you so much haha I appreciate the reminder and the love I want to cook this ending as best I can for y’all 🥹 It’s so close to being done still I swear it. I keep having to take breaks bc I’m making myself cry and I can’t see through my own tears lmaoo. i hope it’s worth the wait for you all and i appreciate your patience abxbzjsjzj

[choccy-milky]

Hi! I started reading your story sometime in the last week and I’m OBSESSED! I normally don’t have much patience and can’t get myself to read anything past like 15k or anything that’s still being worked on, but your story hooked me almost instantly! I really liked the description and decided to give it a try and I’m so glad I did. The detailed descriptions you give pull me into the story and the way you seamlessly switch points of view feels so natural. I just wanted to let you know how much I’m enjoying reading so far and I’m excited for more! ❤️

AW TYSM😭😭 this means a lot, esp since ive been kinda self conscious about the length of my fic lately (and also how long its gonna end up being once im actually done LMFAO) and ik my chapters have gotten ginormous BAHAHA so im glad that even if you don't usually read long stuff you still gave my fic a try and enjoyed it so much + are looking forward to more!!💖💖so ty again😭🙏 AND as usual i'll be using this to answer other asks:

thank you and AA im glad to hear it!! a lot of people have been telling me ive been inspiring them to draw lately and i love it (im just sorry i dont have any concrete tips to give people other than keep practicing LOL) but good luck and i hope you keep at it!!🥰🥰

GIRL IDK, IDEK HOW LONG THE STORY IS GONNA BE, but assuming im still brainrotted even when its done then YEAH u wouldnt be able to stop me if you tried😊 (im glad you like them so much as well, ty!!😭)

thank you!! and yes i usually have at least a vague idea of what i want in the story before i start, though a lot of it didn't become concrete until i started writing/things evolving from there. i made a big (slightly) vague timeline of the entire fic from beginning to (almost) end, and then i keep fleshing it out from there as the ideas keep coming to me/evolving, and for each chapter i make an even more detailed outline, and THEN i get started on the final chapter. so its a bit of a process bahaha, but the brainstorming is really fun!! as for any advice, im not sure. maybe just brainstorm/write down scenes and ideas that you know for a fact that you want to put in your fic, and then try to find a way to connect them to other scenes from there and work backwards. basically WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO READ, cuz like im my own biggest fan fr, thats the most important part LMAO

LMFAO speaking of outlining future events.....this may or may not happen in the future/in an epilogue when clora is pregnant and she got those pregnant woman hormones that seb is fighting for his LIFE to keep up with HAHAHA

ive been drawing since i was 4 years old so...a while. LOL. and if you even look back to the beginning of my blog, my first drawings of seb were SO UGLY💀💀 so if you just keep drawing you constantly get better naturally (also in response to the other ask you sent as well, i use clip studio paint to draw!)

AW TYYY. AND YES CLORA WILL HAVE ANOTHER MC MOMENT, the ranrok confrontation is still coming, after all...👀👀 and true, idek who would win if clora and seb duelled again with neither of them holding back, but u are so right. even if clora DID win that would do nothing to change sebs mind about how protective he is LMFAO. THANK YOU AGAIN im glad you like my fic + drawings so much!!💖💖

BAHAHAH in my fic (for smut reasons and so that they could be 17 when they did the nasty) i made clora's bday april 3rd and sebs february 12, so clora is an aries and seb is an aquarius (and yes i just checked and apparently they ARE compatible, so seb can rest. also i just read up on aquarius and damn it unintentionally suits seb so well?? LOL "Aquarius is undoubtedly the most innovative, progressive, rebellious, and humanitarian. " and "They have incredible energy, though they may not always use it wisely. They find it easy to get through life on charm and good looks." LMFAO. ok king we love that

[madisonstarss]

Heyo I saw that you had open requests so I was wondering if you could do a Nsfw scenario with a Sub Shinzo form Mha (I'm sorry if I miss spelled it) with a female or Afab soft Dom S/o doing the ✨️DeViLs TaNGo ✨️for the first time with an established relationship. If you don't wanna do it I totally understand and sorry it was kinda specific.love your work tysm ❤️❤️❤️

First Time for Everything(SUB!Shinso x SOFT!DOM!Reader)

tysm for the request !!💞💞 I never written a soft dom before so hopefully I did this right!

warnings: afab reader, sex ofc, oral(m receiving), hickies given, p in v, the first time doing it in their relationship, reader calling shinso pet names, peer pressure?)

"Wait you guys still haven't done it?" Mina chirps.

"Well..no." You admit.

"You guys have been dating for like ever though!" She says.

"Not that long." You say, "I just don't want to rush him into anything. He doesn't seem to want to do it yet."

Little did you know, he was listening. And he couldn't believe what he was hearing! Of course he wanted to have sex with you. But he was too scared to ask. He couldn't just go up to you and be like hey can you get on top of me.

"Maybe thats the issue. Maybe he doesn't want to ask you. He's waiting for you to ask him." Denki comes out of no where, joining the conversation.

"Do you really think that?" You question. Denki nods.

"For once, I agree with this dork." Mina agrees. "You gotta be the man."

And that's how you got into this situation. In your dorm room. On your bed. Towering over him. His cheeks bright red. You lips kissed him with fire and passion. He melted at your touch. He'd been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. You pushed his hair back. "Look at me baby." You coo at him as you break away from the kiss. He opens his eyes and watches you. "Good boy. I want you to see that your all mine. And every else will know that too. Hold my hair back?" He does as asked and holds your hair back for you. You quickly take off his shirt. Taken in it all. You've seen him shirtless before when you guys went to the beach together. But this was different. You can do whatever you want to him. And his beautiful body.

You gently start sucking his neck. Making sure to leave marks. You move lower down his chest and finally to his v line. "May i?" He nods. "I need words baby."

"Y-yes." He says.

"Good boy. " You pull down his pants. You can already see his cock springing through his boxers. "Aw your all ready for me?" You smile at him. You pull down his boxers. You slowly lick his tip. He thrust his hips into you. You look up at his eyes full of listening. "Patience Mr." You slowly take it in. Bobbing your head up and down. Slightly grinding your teeth against his cock. You couldn't wait any longer. You got up and he immediately whined at the loss of contact. You strip down so your completely naked. He starts to get up but you put your hand on his chest and gently push him back down.

"Since you've been a good boy, I'm gonna make you feel real good. Okay?" You ask. He nods. You slowly get on his cock and start riding him. It hurts at first, your not gonna lie. But as you slowly started to go faster you felt immense pleasure. You took his hands and guided them to your waist. You felt his grip tighten as he held you so you wouldn't fall off and the speed you were going. "Fuck." You moaned as your walls tighten around him.

"Y/n..im gonna.."

"Come on, cum for me baby." You coo. You fee his warm liquids fill you up, and yours soon following. You get off him and collapse next to him on the bed. Grabbing the blanket and pulling it over both of you. You guys face each other. "I love you so much. I hope you know that baby." You gently kiss his forehead.

"I love you too." He smiles lazily at you. And in no time, you were both fast asleep.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

It's been way too long, but I'm gonna be responding to asks/comments now. Thank you for your patience, I hope you know your words have gotten me through a lot recently even though I wasn't able to answer them for a while.

Thank you all for your constant love and support, it means so much 💞 and welcome home to the new honeybunches that have come while I've been away ❤️ hopefully I'll be able to start making more content for you guys soon, I might do another one of those surveys for you guys to pick what you'd like to see.

ILY, I'm alive, and tysm for being so kind 💖

-chip

[moonpool-system]

❤️⭐️❄️

Hi there, tysm for the ask and the patience!!

❤ Is anyone in-system in a relationship? What kind(s)?

A lot of us are in a relationship of some sort! As for outerworld relationships... Actually I spent a while typing this and it all just looks like a messy cluster, so allow me to organize this into a list lol

~ Partners list ~

Prism Subsystem + Max (Partner sys, platonic)

Prism Subsystem x Kai (Partner sys, romantic)

Prism Subsystem x Pure Vanilla {Vanilla Garden} (insys, romantic) & Healer {Vanilla Garden} (insys, romantic)

Casey x Miriael (Partner sys, romantic) x Red Jam/Sanguis {Vanilla Garden} (insys, romantic)

3 x 8 (insys, romantic & platonic, maybe also polyam with some of the other splatoon fictives??)

Akutagawa x Atsushi (insys, romantic- they have kids!)

... and more I'm sure, idk everything that goes on out of front

⭐ Do you have a headspace / inner world? What does it look like?

we got a very similar question to this recently, so check out this post for a map and some infodumping!

❄ Do you have a favorite memory related to your system? (i.e. something that happened in headspace or something that another member did.)

*sorting through memories* Hmmmm maybe I should put aside the one with the mushrooms for another time. How about the first time Badeline and I shared a dream? We dreamt we were the Hulk- I was in the Bruce Banner position, and she was in the Hulk position. We were running down a highway of backed up cars trying to chase after a mutant, and to use our powers Badeline had to front with me. But she was struggling with taking full control of the body, so we kept debating back and forth about how we needed the powers and how she needed to take control of the body so we could take down the bad guy. Still one of the most prominent shared dreams we've ever had! It left a really positive impression on us and we actually found it fun in retrospect.