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[alix-is-o-a-k]

alix!! fluff fics are always a nice start, and I’ve had painting my room on my mind. you could get the nark boys painting nick’s earth-apartment? lark started painting when mercedes got him into art therapy (henry suggested it to merc, but yk how lark is) and does little flowers on the baseboards, maybe?

anywho, best of luck with posting fics!! I’ll be sure to hype you up :)

ASBSINSOA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This was soooo fun to write! (Went a little longer than I meant it to lol)

“Lark? What’re you doing here?”

Nick’s standing in the open doorway of his new apartment. He’s wearing black shorts and a loose grey tank, both splattered with dark red paint that could be mistaken for blood from some distance.

“Uh.. sparrow told me you were painting your apartment and I figured- do you want some help?”

“Yes.”

Nick opens the door wider and steps back to let Lark in. Splattered on the walls in uneven brush strokes are streaks of the same red paint on his clothing. The color’s dripping from the walls onto the floor.

“Nicky, what the hell is this?”

Nick’s face goes red and he scratches at the back of his head. “I… can’t paint. You know that.”

“Nick, this is an absolute disaster- were you seriously not planning to get anyone to help you?” Lark looks at him incredulously.

“I thought I could do it! And you’re here anyway!”

“Luckily for you,” Lark grumbles, picking up one of the abandoned paint brushes on the floor “let’s get started.”

Nick picks up the second brush and follows Lark’s lead, bringing the brush down in even strokes along the walls. They’re finished with the first in half the time it would have taken Nick, and Lark puts his brush down with a sigh, running a paint-covered hand through his hair and smearing the color into the brown strands. Nick laughs and Lark looks at him questioningly.

“What?”

“Nothing- just, your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“You’ve got paint in it, see?” The demon brushes his hand through Lark’s hair and purposefully smudges the paint even more. Lark lets out an outraged noise and picks up his brush, flinging the droplets of paint at Nick, who raises his arms in front of his face to protect himself.

“Oh you are so on.”

The two begin to wrestle, the paint staining their skin and clothes until, panting, Lark collapses on the floor. Nick pins him down with one hand, sitting on his legs to keep him from moving.

“So you admit I win?”

“Fine, you little shit,” Lark pushes Nick’s hand off of his chest and leans up to kiss him. Nick happily melts into the kiss and lowers the two of them down until they’re parallel with the floor, Nick’s  arm wrapped around Lark’s waist.

“Got you,” Lark whispers into Nick’s ear and his pulls his hand from the demon’s face. Nick touches his cheek and grins when his hand comes away red.

“How dare you,” he says playfully, and stands up. Lark makes a noise of protest, but Nick just sticks his tongue out and heads towards the bathroom to wash the paint off. When he gets back, Lark’s doodling something in pink on the base of the wall, and Nick crouches next to him to watch. The moment Lark sees him he turns bright red and smudges the paint.

“No I wanna see! What were you drawing?”

“Nothing!” Lark says hurriedly. Nick narrows his eyes but changes the topic.

“Where’d you learn to paint anyway?” Nick asks, sitting against the wall to look at Lark.

“Art therapy. Mercedes signed me up for it a few years ago.”

Nick lets out a noise of contentment and the two sit in silence for a little longer until Lark leans over and presses his lips to Nick’s again, and then Nick’s up against the wall as the paint from Lark’s hand bleeds into his shirt.

Below them, just barely visible is a couple of doodled flowers, with N+L written in pink.

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hope you enjoyed it! I haven’t written in a while, sorry if it’s bad lol

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Can you do something where Aaron hearts the reader refer to Jack as my kid/our son for the first time? And he just gets all smiley and happy.

fem!plus size reader, wc: 385.

a/n: sorry for my short absence, i was a little busy, so i just needed a little bit of rest, but i'm back and here is something nice and sugary sweet! thank you for your requests and thank you to everyone for the recent influx of support, it means so much!!

It was one of those rare moments where Aaron was able to stay home during the weekend.

He was already sitting at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee – that you lovingly prepared for him – admiring you as you moved about in the kitchen itself. From the cabinet to the stove where you were flipping pancakes, you had your phone tucked up under your chin, presumably listening to your best friend ramble about whatever drama she had going on at the moment.

“No yeah – hold on a sec.” You were in the middle of agreeing with something she said when little Jack Hotchner lightly tugged on your pajama-shirt. “Yes, sweetheart?” You asked the boy, giving him your full undivided attention despite being in the middle multitasking.

“Do we have strawberries?” He asked sweetly. You smiled fondly, gently stroking his hair gently. “Of course we do. Do you want some with your pancakes?” He nodded shyly, “Yes please.”

“Not a problem, sweets.”

With that, the boy scampered off, presumably back to playing with whatever toy he had been obsessed with recently.

The sight of you and his son never failed to make Aaron’s heart shoot straight out of his chest. He was always so grateful that you took Jack under your wing, because dating when you had a kid was hard, and he and his son were a package duo. Plus, he really liked you, so instead of pretending you had to go to the bathroom when you were on a date with him, and he had told you he was a father, you just simply smiled and said you couldn’t wait to meet him.

“Who was that?” You reiterated the question your friend must have asked you. “Oh, just my son. Sorry, he was asking about strawberries.”

‘Oh, just my son.’

The words had left your mouth like it was as easy as breathing air. You probably hadn’t even realized what you said with all of the things that you were doing, but he knew that you meant it, there was sincerity in your words.

Aaron was smiling. Hard. So hard that he had to force himself to hide it behind the rim of his cup. Everything that was happening was so domestic that he thought that maybe he could get used to this.

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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

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a/n: hi my loves! sorry this one is a day late I'm having issues with google docs atm and i was in the emergency room with my brother but i'm back now <3

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cody x fem!reader warnings: grinding, dirty talk, overall porn without plot x word count: 464

As Cody walked through the front door, he could hear the needy whines from your bedroom. Still fully clad in his armour he snuck through the apartment until he could see your open door. The view of you grinding against a pillow, desperately bucking your hips into the fabric, mumbling his name repetitively. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen you do. Removing his codpiece he enjoyed the few for a minute before getting an idea.

“Cyare, all you had to do was call” He smirked watching as you jumped from the bed in shock. “Cody you fucking pervert!” You shouted. “Nothing I haven’t seen before” He teased. “You’re late,” You tell him. “Yeah? And someone has no patience” He replied sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you to his lap. You kissed him hard, he’d been gone all day and it was hard not to be so needy thinking of Cody. “How about you use my thigh like you did that pillow” He whispered removing his armour for you to get comfortable on him. “Cody” You whined nuzzling into his neck.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re being a brat right now baby, follow your orders” He whispers, you knew you were playing a dangerous game being whiny with him. “Yes commander” You mumbled. His hands were set on your hips beginning to guide your movements how he liked. The fabric of his blacks felt amazing against your pussy. Your wetness soaked through and you could feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. “Commander” You whimpered. Cody admired your movements as you started to rut desperately. “Look at you mesh’la, so horny for me,” He said slapping your ass, encouraging you to go faster.

He continued to kiss you, your lips becoming swollen from his bites as you fucked against his thigh. “I can feel how wet you are it’s pathetic” He smirked against your neck beginning his trail of hickeys. “Cody please, I need your cock. T-This isn’t enough” You beg. “Yes, it is. You know you can baby” “I can’t” You replied breathlessly craving all of him. “Do it” He growled threading his fingers through your hair to tug on them, giving him better access to your neck. “Be a good slut for me”

Your hips began to move erratically chasing your orgasm. Cody admired how pathetic you looked. So desperate and wrapped up in your own pleasure that you didn’t care how you looked. “Cum for me baby, you know you want to” He smirked watching the familiar look on your face as you came repeating his name. You soaked his thigh perfectly resting your head against his armoured shoulder already feeling fucked out. “On the bed, we’re not finished yet Cyare” He whispered.

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[icashi]

as the story goes, masterpost

since this series wont get updated and written in something resembling chronological order, this is the masterpost and something akin to a timeline.

summaries, titles, ratings, etc. after the keep reading line.

bear in mind that the endgame of this series is most definitely gensaku aka shiranui genma / haruno sakura. that means an age gap of 15-ish years, and at some point genma teaches sakura some things. if thats not your cup of tea, i kindly ask you to scroll on.

thank you!

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series started: 2021/06/06

series ended: -

ao3 series description: when naruto and sasuke graduate the academy, haruno sakura is a member of the genin corps and a whole fifteen years old. things change.

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(main) ship: haruno sakura / shiranui genma (gensaku)

(implied/background) ships:

uchiha sasuke / uzumaki naruto (sasunaru)

hyuuga neji / nara shikamaru (shikaneji)

yamanaka ino / sai (inosai)

rock lee / gaara (gaalee)

hatake kakashi / yamato (kakayama)

tbd.

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timeline, as known by the readers:

Pre-Team 7: Graduation at 12 - Failed, sent to Genin Corps Interim 1st Graduate Class Fill-In at 13 - Failed Interim 2nd Graduate Class Fill-In at 14 - Failed (Part 7) Interim (Part 3, 4, 2)

Team 7: 3rd Graduate Class Fill-In at 15 (Part 6) Bell Test (Part 8) Pre-Wave Mission (Part 5)

Post-4th Shinobi War: Realizations at ?? (Part 1)

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updated: 2021/07/02

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in order of writing/posting. the proper timeline is as above the cut;

silent voices (and a rasp like brittle glass) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 776 words. gensaku, faintly implied narusasu.

They didn't like how self-made she was. They didn't like her bright hair, her piercing eyes, her wrapped knuckles, her battle-worn body, her softly glowing hands breathing life into lost causes. No, they didn't like her at all. - Maybe, it was time to show them how little she cared for their idle thoughts.

all of us (and such is the snapdragon truth) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 386 words. no ships.

She held her re-deployment papers in one hand and a book in the other. Maybe Sakura still held out hope, maybe it was crushed the second the words fully registered. Third time's the charm, yes? - Well, she didn't see any charm in this team constellation.

two, three, four (add some senbon for the road) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 652 words. no ships.

There was always that one asshole that would try and obstruct Sakura's path to knowledge. Unfortunately, that man viewed it all as a giant joke and patronized her every other second. No, she would just try another day, no doubt about it. - Not with the Sandaime's promise at her back.

crossroads, me and you (and a senbon for your hopes) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 626 words. no ships.

Nobody expects poison-tipped senbon to fly at them out of the blue, least of all Sakura. And yet, here they are. He is so far above her station, above her rank that it's not even funny. - He doesn't seem to notice, though.

unsatisfactory (and no hopes for betterment) - ao3, tumblr

not rated, no archive warnings apply, no tw. 278 words. no ships.

There were many thoughts to be had on Hatake Kakashi and the genin team that he didn't fail. Unsurprisingly, Sakura is one of the voices in the back that paint the picture of a lazy sensei that should have never passed them.

[alixuniversewrites-blog]

These violent thoughts, They do not belong to you. They tell you things, Your others, But they are not you. You do not understand, And you feel, A certain injustice. Who has ever said that to you?

My others • alixwrites • 02/04/17

[ao3feed-jarchie]

An Awkward Awakening

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by AlixWrites

A series of possibly awkward, possibly hot, possibly kinky interactive Jarchie encounters that you can vote on outcomes of the storyline or submit prompts to. (check notes for Gmail or use the comment section, subscribe if you feel like it)

Words: 383, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Jarchie

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones

Additional Tags: Wet Dream, Awkward Sexual Situations, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Fantasy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NldFzL

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Send asks to my writing blog, @alixwrites !

I am taking writing requests! Send me an ask!

Fandoms:

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

Trials of Apollo

Magnus Chase

Sanders Sides

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Artemis Fowl

The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters

School for Good and Evil

Maximum Ride

Prompts:

“Aren’t you going to stop him?” “Nope, I’ve given up trying.”

“I’m begging you, please don’t lock yourself in your room.”

“On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?”

“This. This is why we don’t listen to you.”

She wore her scars as her best attire; A stunning dress made of hellfire.

“I-I can’t stop it. I’m sorry…” “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve got you.”

“Yeah, I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”

“How dare you! I… I trusted you!” “Sweet, naive little girl. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier.”

“Did you see that?” “Um…” “The correct answer is no, no you didn’t. Now walk faster.”

[notsogeniusgirls]

alixwrites has found the safe house

"I was about to go to the beach! Don't look at me like that. But if you want to see Chiara, she's in there." Isabelle exclaimed, pointing at the door behind her once she'd zipped up her jacket so her bikini was hidden.

[alix-is-o-a-k]

Yeah! I finally finished the thing I was working on in order to procrastinate!

Nark, 939 words.

Summary: Nick helping Lark after a fight

tw: blood, guns, canon-typical violence.

Lark coughed and touched his fingers to the side of his face. They came away red, the blood dripping from the open wound and staining the ground. The fence  behind him had splatters of the same blood, too much of it for him to not be light headed.

In front of him stood a creature, an acolyte of the doodler, that he had stumbled across while on a morning run. They hadn’t learned of an incursion point anywhere near the area, but Lark seemed to have unwittingly opened one earlier than expected.

He fumbled for the gun at his side and aimed it at the acolyte’s chest. His hands shook from lack of blood as he pressed a finger down on the trigger and heard the gun click.

“Fuck,” he whispered, throwing the gun down and using the fence to push his way to standing as the creature approached. He grabbed his last weapon (a knife tucked into his boot) and lunged toward the creature, attempting to stab into its heart. But with his weakened reflexes, the acolyte shoved the knife out of his hand and he collapsed to the ground.

In his pocket, his phone began to ring.

He punched the side of his earbud to turn it on and growled into it “not a good time, Nick.”

The voice on the other side was panicked as he said, “LARK! What the fuck? I’m at DADDIES, your vitals are all over the place! What’s going on???”

“Fucking acolyte surprised me and I’m out of weapons.”

“Shit! I’ll-“

The line went silent and Lark cursed again as the acolyte stomped down on his phone, shutting the contact off. The acolyte lifted its hand and shot a bolt of fire at Lark, who shut his eyes and prepared for the flame to hit him.

But it didn’t.

Instead, he carefully opened his eyes to find that a portal had appeared in front of him, transporting the acolyte’s bolt of fire into hell, where it disappeared among the other flames. Nick stood in front of the portal, his hand just returning the katana to it’s sheath as the acolyte died in front of him.

“Show off,” Lark muttered as he tried to stand up. His head swam and he ended up falling back to the floor, temples pounding.

“Shut up songbird, I just saved your life,” Nick didn’t seem to have noticed Lark’s injuries as he approached, handing him the empty gun and offering his hand to help him up.

“Fuck- I don’t think I can stand,” Lark said after a failed attempt at standing with Nick’s help.

Nick knitted his eyebrows and looked Lark over, “what happened?”

“It’s my head. That thing threw me into the fence.”

Nick crouched to look at Lark’s wound, and the blood rushed out of his face as he moved Lark’s hair from the injury.

“Fuck, Lark! This is bad,” Nick ripped off a strip of fabric from his shirt and pressed it to Lark’s head, “this is really bad. We need to get you somewhere else.”

Nick snapped his fingers and the portal changed, showing the inside of an apartment building now. He picked up Lark, (who was too tired to do anything but mumble some half-hearted disagreements) and carried him to the portal, shutting it once he’d stepped through.

Lark came to a few minutes later. He was seated on Nick’s couch, a first aid kit and some empty healing potions at his feet. Nick had almost finished wrapping his head in gauze when he stirred, and he stopped bandaging him for a moment to let him wake up.

“Lark? Hey babe,” Nick whispered, brushing some of the hair out of Lark’s face, “how do you feel?”

“Mhhh,” Lark groaned. His head pounded as he tried to sit up, stopped by Nick placing a hand on his chest to hold him down.

“Don’t sit up yet. Hold on, I’ll get you a glass of water,” Nick jumped to his feet and came back a few moments later with the  water, holding it against Lark’s lips to let him swallow it.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Nick finished wrapping his head and tucked the gauze in, “feel better?”

“A bit.”

“Good. Want me to leave you alone for a while?”

Lark tried to shake his head, but it just ended up making his head hurt more, “no. Stay.”

“Sure,” Nick said, putting his arm around Lark and letting him rest his head on his shoulder.

“How long was I out?” Lark asked, mumbling the words into Nick’s neck.

“Not long. A few minutes, at most,” Nick took Lark’s face in one of his hands and raised it to meet his, “Lark, I was really scared. Don’t do that again.”

“I wasn’t trying to.”

“I know. But- just call me next time? I don’t like seeing you like,” he gestured to Lark’s head, “this.”

Lark put his head back on Nick’s shoulder  and Nick felt his body begin to shake. It only took him a moment to realize what was happening, as his shirt began to get wet.

“Lark?”

“Nicky, I thought I was going to die.”

“Songbird,”  Nick began to card his hands through Lark’s hair, minding the bandages, “I’d never let you die.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Nick leaned down and pressed his lips to Lark’s. Lark smiled weakly into the kiss as Nick wiped the tears from his eyes. After a few moments, Lark pulled away to rest his head  on Nick’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Hey songbird?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“You to.”

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Plus size bimbo making Spencer pussydrunk??

maybe a little mommy kink?

-🎀anon

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 252. nsfw.

a/n: hello hello my beautiful 🎀 anon!! thank you so much for your request! writing this caused a lot of scandalous thoughts LMAOOO.

Spencer had no idea where his head was at, all of thoughts just being filled with you, you, you.

Your thick, luscious thighs surrounded him, holding his face against your light pink lace pantie covered cunt that he had shamelessly pulled to the side. Your beautiful tits sat delicately in a similar colored bra, pushed together and on display for his viewing pleasure even though his eyes were closed.

He was drowning in you and the delicate whimpers and moans that he was pulling out of your mouth with every suck he delivered to your overstimulated clit. It was like once he goes down on you his brain gets turned into mush, your taste and your smell practically hypnotizing, coaxing him to stay forever.

“Spencie baby, please!” You whined, tugging at his hair. His head lifted off of you, his lips in the form of a pout. “Mommy I - I need- I can’t…” He was trying to complain, but about what? How he doesn’t want to leave? About how good you taste? How he wants you to suffocate him? To render him nothing but at your mercy?

It was clear to you that he was pussydrunk, and it was endearing. Though your legs were trembling and your pussy pulsing, you released your hold on his locs, cupping his jaw and dragging your thumb across his arousal stained lips.

“It’s okay, Spence it’s okay.” You cooed, leading him back down to your cunt where his tongue quickly found home in your aching hole.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Face Sitting w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: yet another fanfic that hasn't been prewritten! anywho, i don't really have anything to say today besides i love you guys and thank you for all the love that you all are sending me! i really do appreciate it!

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Daryl couldn't really tell you when just being close to you wasn't enough. When he felt a deep, rabid need to be near you, on you, inside you, to just simply be suffocated by you, you, you.

It wasn't like your intimate life was stale, if anything, it was anything but, but being fucked by you just wasn't enough.

"Gotta taste ya." He panted against your lips, hands frantically shooting to the band of your pants. "Okay," You panted. "Okay, okay, okay." You repeated to yourself breathlessly, hurriedly flopping on your back and shimmying your tattered jeans and panties down your wide, plush hips.

You laid there, legs spread, needy and waiting.

"What are you doing?" You asked incredulously. "I-" His words caught in his throat. "Not like tha'..." He trailed off, eyes slipping down to your soaking center, your labia shining with your arousal.

"Like what then?"

"Want ya to sit on my face." He confessed nervously. 

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widening in the process as you took in your anxious boyfriend. Sure, the idea of crushing him made you skeptical, but it wasn't common for Daryl to outright state what he wants. 

"Sure." You agreed with a reassuring smile.

Daryl looked at you like the sun shined out of your ass, the mixed emotion of relief and excitement present on his face as you maneuvered onto his body. He scooted down, his back now against the mattress as you placed yourself on his chest. "Tell me if I smother you, okay?" You asked. 

He nodded, "I will." He won't.

Descending further up, your juices smeared onto his lips, as if coaxing him to eat the devil's fruit. 

He couldn't wait any longer, and in his haste his arms wrapped around your full, succulent thighs and pulled you down, fully seating you on his face. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly melted into a moan as your hand shot down to grip his long, brunette strands.

"Daryl…" You whimpered. You could feel your legs quivering around his head with every stroke of his tongue up your sensitive slit, the muscle caressing your clit gently.

Unwrapping his arms from around your thighs, his large, callused hands gripped your hips, dragging your cunt up and down his tongue.

"Fuck!" You cried, your hesitancy quickly melting away as you began grinding on your own accord. You let your hands settle over his to help give yourself a better grip to chase your orgasm, rocking back and forth.

"There!" You breathed, your head falling back. "Right there, D. Don't stop!" He groaned in response, the vibrations of his timbre voice shooting up your spine and forcing a shiver from your nerves.

His nose bumped your clit, his wet muscle buried deep inside of your needy, clenching cunt, massaging your velvety walls with an eager fervor of a man starved.

"I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head. Your hips bucked and moved wildly, working yourself through your end as the tenseness in your stomach loosened.

Your chest heaved, lungs begging for air as you lifted yourself off of Daryl.

"Shit, D. Are you okay?" You asked breathlessly, looking at his reddened, and slick soaked face. 

"I think-" His voice was raspy and broken. "I jus' saw heaven."

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Size Kink w/ Jim Hopper

a/n: IT'S THE WAY I'VE NEVER WRITTEN FOR HOPPER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER?!?!? and here i am calling myself a dilf lover. anyways, i hope i managed to capture hop's character right because honestly, it's been a while since I've watched stranger things.

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It was no secret to anyone that Jim was a big man, always having to start out his day with a healthy donut or two at the station followed up by a large cup of coffee.

You didn’t care much that he was chunky or had a stomach, if anything, you rather took pleasure in the feeling of his solid but soft body pressed against your own. But lord, was the sweet pressure of his body pressing down on yours not heaven sent.

“Jim, baby, I - ah!”

Large hands gripped your malleable hips, holding them down onto the mattress of the bed so he could roughly thrust inside of you. Your nails scratched at his back, but it was no use, your boyfriend’s large cock continually stroking against your g-spot. You could feel his deep, hot puffs of air from the crease of your neck where his head was buried in, his thick mustache and fine beard hair burning the sensitive skin. 

With every squirm of your body from under his own provoked him to press his body down onto yours harder, broad shoulders covering the expanse of your naked form. 

“You’re so big, Jimmy. So big.” You gasped, feebly trying to arch your back even though your body couldn’t move. He groaned; loud, deep, and gruff into your flesh, forcing a shiver down your spine. 

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can.” He encouraged with a rough snap of his hips, a loud clap from where your lower body met his. His praise caused you to clench down on him, the rhythm of his thrusts getting disrupted. “Fuck- do that again.” He grunted. 

You whined in embarrassment but nonetheless clenched again, desperately trying to suck him deeper inside of you selfishly.

“‘Need it harder, baby, please!” You whined, your nails dragging themselves down the expanse of his back. 

“I gotcha, honey, I gotcha.” He hissed, reeling back only to slam into you once more.

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please write lirerally anything for sitting on daryls lap facing him omg i would die

fem wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.

a/n: i decided to combine my idea of daryl messing up cutting his hair and this and it honestly turned out so cute!! like i was giggling and twirling my hair writing this 😭

With your lips rolled between your teeth to hide a cheek splitting smile, you perched yourself comfortably onto Daryl’s lap, hair cutting scissors in hand as you assessed the damage he had done to himself.

Admittedly, you had put cutting Daryl’s hair on the back burner seeing as though your group was working to make Commonwealth your home once more. You knew its length was starting to bug your husband, catching the older man often tucking it behind his ears, blowing it out of his face, or into a man-bun; you shamelessly enjoyed those days the most.

You knew he was much too good of man to bug you about it when you’d walk through the threshold of your home looking like you were about to pass out as soon as your body touched the softness of your bed. You just hadn’t expected him to take matters into his own hands. Maybe you should have.

“God, D. What did you do?” You said with a snort, taking pieces of his now mix-matched length hair in between the pads of your fingers. You twirled them gently, a fond look in your eye. Daryl’s eyes were cast down in embarrassment due to your teasing.

“Dunno… thought I could do it m’self.” He mumbled stubbornly. You laughed again, finally allowing your smile to break free. “I’m sure you did hun.”

He just grunted in response.

“Welp,” You began with a sigh. “Let’s get to work.”

With every chunk of his hair that fell to the floor also took a part of your soul with it. Daryl and you had been together for what seemed like forever now, especially with everything that you had gone through together all the way from the farm until now.

You have seen him throughout many stages of growth, so cutting off a piece of him that you watched change feels like you’re losing a part of the past, but also welcoming a new future.

You felt yourself smile once more the shorter his hair got until you had gotten it perfectly styled.

“Oh God.” You couldn’t help but exclaim with a scrunched nose. “Wha’?” He asked nervously. He had felt his head get lighter, and everytime it did he felt himself get a tad bit sicker. “This is gonna make me feel young again.” Was all you could say.

By that you mean he looks exactly like he did back when you had first met at the Quarry; when he was young and spunky and mean.

“Stop teasin’ me, woman.” He groaned with a small smile of his own. “I’m being serious, stud.” You flirted. He snorted, saying, “I wanna see what it looks like.”

You got off of him, stretching as he padded over to the closest mirror.

He was quiet for a moment and you made sure to watch his face for any kind of negative reaction, but all he did was just pull at his new hairdo with curious hands.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask. It took him a moment to respond.

“Yeah, I like it.”

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Can i request a hotch fic where he and reader had a fight but they cant sleep if the one isnt in bed with them so they end up cuddling and its just fluff🥰

fem!plus size reader, wc: 525.

a/n: i really hope that you guys can feel the playful and kind of "crack-fic" undertones that are in this fic because i felt like back to back angst might kill me! 😭

You really needed to stop being impulsive when you were mad.

You attempted to shift off of the loose spring in the sofa that was digging into your back, but reigned unsuccessful because another one just ended up digging into your shoulder.

Now that you were lying here and had time to reflect on the course of tonight's events, you realize that you may have acted a little ridiculous.

You and Aaron didn't really fight a lot. Sure there were arguments or light bickering here and there, but that wasn't anything unexpected to come from two lovers.

But this total fucking blowout takes the cake.

It started over nothing really, the wrong comment on the wrong night; which then turned into nitpicking and finding anything to argue about until someone's feelings got hurt. Those feelings being yours obviously.

So, you dramatically snatched a pillow and blanket off of your shared bed and stormed out into the living room, loudly announcing that you were sleeping on the couch tonight.

That had been an hour ago.

You missed your boyfriend even though he was literally in the room across from yours. You could apologize yes, but if you were going to be honest, you were embarrassed by how immature you were.

You groaned, slapping your hands over your eyes and rubbing them in frustration.

You should have known better than to do this, because it was basically an acknowledgement between Aaron and you that you guys had a hard time sleeping without the other. It slipped your mind in the heat of the moment!

As if he had read your mind, you heard the bedroom door open.

“Honey?”

You could hear the tiredness in his voice and it had almost made you tear up, but ever the stubborn woman, you turned over onto your side with an exaggerated huff.

It was silent for a moment before you heard the slight cracking of his knees, and the light thumping of his feet. The blanket that was splayed over your body was lifted, and you jolted in surprise.

Aaron had tucked himself as far into your back as humanly possible, forcing you to move forward a bit so he wouldn't fall over the edge and onto the floor. He rested his head in the crease of your neck and shoulder, throwing a large arm over your mid section and intertwining his legs with yours.

Oh, he was using your weakness against you.

“Sweetheart, I'm sorry.” Aaron mumbled.

You grumble a bit before sighing and gripping his hand resting on your stomach.

“I'm sorry too.”

“I didn't mean to freak out on you. It's just, I'm just stressed with my job and-” You cut him off. “Aaron baby, my heart, my soul and the love of my life. I mean this when I say that it's fine. I didn't act all that rationally either.”

He places a kiss on the naked skin of your neck, the sensation causing butterflies to swarm in your belly.

“It's okay. I just want to go to bed. Will you come with me?”

“Of course… but I'm the little spoon.”

He chuckles lovingly, “Of course.”

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omg omg aaron hotchner where he’s so desperate for you he spends half the time grinding into you right before sex hahaha i need this man whipped in love

fem!plus size reader, wc: 146. nsfw.

a/n: i wish i could have made this longer but i feel like where i ended was good! thank you for your request lovely!

Aaron couldn't move.

The warmth of your wet cunt sucked him in, trapping him between your gummy walls. If he thrusted, he would cum. But if he didn't move he would explode.

So, the next best thing was to grind into you like a horny teenager.

His pelvis made contact with your clit. Your body trembled, “Aaron… please.” You whined. You gripped desperately at his muscular forearms that were attached to the hands that held your hips tightly. “I know, honey. I know… I just-” He cleared his throat shakily, “I just need a moment.”

The muscles of his stomach were tight and taut, evidence of restraint.

“You're not giving out on me, are you Agent?” You asked with a delirious smile on your face. Aaron chuckled, the full body vibration sending his hips shooting forward slightly. You moaned at the contact.

“No- fuck. God, no.”

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Okay so I saw your post about wanting Aaron Hotchner requests and I’ve been thinking about this one. It’s not a want but a need, I need face riding with Aaron Hotchner. He just seems like the type of guy where hovering, not allowed. I really don’t care about much of anything else I just need factoring with Aaron Hotchner so please give it to me whenever you get to this request, I’m literally begging for this 😭

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a/n: OH HE ABSOLUTELY IS!!

“Down.”

His husky demand sent a shiver up your spine, but you gave him a hesitant shake of your head. “Aaron, I can't.”

In the heat of the moment, sitting on his face sounded like a splendid idea, but now that your bare pussy was hovering over his lips, you weren't sure if you were ready to go through with it. Sure, it's not like he hasn't eaten you out before, but this was different.

You could almost feel his glare from below you. The hands that were sitting on your hips oh so gently tightened, your stomach clenching at the show of dominance. “You know better than that.” He says darkly, “So sit.”

“Okay.” And with a gulp, you allow your hips to lower, your knees slipping on the silky sheets which open your legs wider to give your boyfriend better access.

“Good girl.” Aaron cooed. He patiently coaxes your body all the way down with encouraging hands until his mouth attaches itself to your clit, where he delivers a harsh suck to your bundle of nerves.

“Ah- Aaron!” You cry out. Your hands shoot out to hold onto his hair. The stimulation made your stomach twist, your hips grinding down on his tongue.

It was easy to lose yourself in the pleasure of Aaron's hot muscle, all of your hesitancy completely disappearing like it wasn't even there in the first place.

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