#annus x gn!reader

[spicy-moths]

Wait

Murdoch, Google x GN!Reader | Words: 2305

Warnings: use of "daddy", "master", "sir", "fawn", and "birdie", oral, gn! penetration, vibrator, threesome, breeding, unsafe sex, edging, overstimulation, voyeurism, masturbation, dumbification

MINORS DNI

Your back is slammed against the concrete wall behind you, your eyes trailing upwards as your lip quivers in fear. A fanged smirk meets your gaze, the glow of red piercing through you in a way that makes your veins chill. 

“Pretty bird told me you’d be here, I’ve been looking for you, little fawn…”

Your eyes widen as he grabs your hips, pulling you forward and making you grab onto him for support. Hands grasp onto a tight knit sweater, and a kiss is planted to your forehead. He adjusts his grip to the underside of your thighs, hiking you up to straddle his hips as he now walks with you in his arms. You try to lean back to get a better look at him, but he abruptly stops so you fall against him again.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you. Don’t you worry. And I have help to make sure you stay with me here.”

Murdoch sets you down on his bed, gentle and with a small kiss before he backs away, revealing electric blue irises glowing from the dark corner. You make eye contact, and you hear a low grunt of someone getting up. You thought he was standing before, but the glow rises higher towards the ceiling, towering over you and your murderer. 

“This is my new Google unit. You’ll find that he can meet your needs almost as well as I can. But you know that only daddy can give you everything you need, don’t you?”

His words make you choke on air for a moment, eyes wildly darting between the two of them before you manage a nod. The Google unit’s gaze washes over you, another chill that goes through you in waves as he studies you. How you hold yourself, how you relax, how your legs slowly drift apart the closer that Murdoch gets to you. Google’s hand reaches up to hold your jaw as he turns your head from side to side. It’s firm and almost painful, nearly making you want to tear his grip away before he lets go.

“The subject seems afraid of my presence, should I not be present for tonight?”

“No, I think they’ll learn. Whether they want to or not.”

Your cheeks redden at Murdoch’s words, more giving him the look of “the fuck you mean?” Murdoch simply smirks again, removing his sunglasses and putting them on a nearby table, neatly folded before he works on the rest of his outfit. Google gets continuously closer, you turning your head to be nearly face to face with him, somehow without your knowing.

“ANNUS CHRIST-”

“Language, fawn-”

“He scared me!”

“You want me to punish him? Is that what you’re begging for?”

You know he’s being a little shit, but also part of you is jealous that he would even insinuate that you wouldn’t be the focus of his attention. You were his, he made sure to remind you of it, no matter how many times he had to hunt you down.

“Such a good plaything, finally understanding what it’s like to be on my end, don’t you?”

Murdoch reaches out his gloved hand to hold your cheek, and you lean into it with a sigh. A glance downwards shows a hand trying to undo his belt buckle, and you move to assist him. Your knees hit the floor as your hands scramble to get it undone, what you were promised is so close you can almost taste it. Fingers are rooted in your hair to keep you at a distance, from going any further than he wants you to.

“You did not ask. Get back on the bed.”

“But-”

“On. The. Bed.”

You huff at him, pouting in his direction as you’re planted right back where you were before. Murdoch handles the rest of his own undressing, further away from the bed than he was before.

“Get my little fawn ready for me, but don’t go too fast. They must learn patience.”

Google nods, moving to tower over you. One hand is pressed to your chest, pinning you down with ease as his other pulls at your clothes. Not having any other partner than Murdoch is something you got used to, but knew it probably wouldn’t be a forever thing. How he’d brag about making you bounce on his lap while his buddies watch, and it’d make your brain fuzzy just thinking about it. But Google’s fingers were precise, poking and prodding in ways that made your expectations divert every few seconds, not letting you relax.

Once you’re fully undressed however, he realizes that he is without anything to prep you with. His eyes meet yours as he processes something for a moment, and fingers are brought to your lips.

“Open.”

Slowly you part your lips, just to have your mouth forced open wider with fingers stuffing it. They trace your tongue, forcing back into your throat, before extracting them slowly. He smears your saliva with his thumb, face still stoic as he gaze returns to your mouth.

“It will do. I expected you to be wetter for your master.”

“Damn.”

Murdoch tries to hold in his laughter as you try and glare at him, only to be interrupted by a single synthetic finger entering you. A moan is forced from your lips, Google’s other hand moving to your hips to hold you down. Right as the room begins to stop spinning, he begins moving his finger slowly, pumping in and out to get you used to the sensation. Being forced to lay still, nothing to grab onto but the sheets, before a second is added.

“There we go, taking it so well. Keep those legs open for me, I want to watch.”

Between Google’s legs, you spot Murdoch in his chair, now completely undressed and watching you amusedly. You know he’s hard, and you want him to break with impatience. Maybe you’d get out of this painstakingly long proce-

Your thoughts are cut off by a third finger, and you look up to see a sadistic smile from the android caging you in. He thrusts his fingers in harder, just to hear you whimper and try to roll your hips with him.

“My analytics are telling me that they are not nearly ready enough, but I don’t believe I can satisfy their cravings with just fingers.”

“Hmm… I could use their mouth. We’ll see if they’ve learned their lesson from your explorations.”

You try to follow the conversation between the harsh thrusts of Google’s fingers, crooking them to nail the spot that makes your body shake beneath him. You think that he’s going to make you cum on them, thinking the coil building is about to burst when he removes his fingers entirely. He inspects his fingers, grinning again as he moves to a side table, fishing around for some tissues to clean off his hand.

“In the future, they’re trained to clean them off.”

“I thought the goal of these preparations is to not give them what they want.”

A whine of protest confirms his statement, your legs closing and thighs rubbing together for some kind of relief. Surprised, but proud, Murdoch moves to the end of the bed. His hips are right at the correct height for you, but you’re too out of it to realize what’s about to happen. The pop of a cap from a bottle of lube startles you back to the present, and you start to get alarmed at both men moving to maneuver you. 

You’re put on your front, hips up in the air as Google undresses himself, lubing up the two of you before pushing in. Artificial ridges, bumps, all pushing against your walls and forcing you even more open. Your mouth hangs open for just a moment, closing around a familiar feeling and making you moan at an addictive taste. You think for a moment that Google is just going to fuck you onto Murdoch’s cock, but you haven’t felt his hips touch yours yet, despite how full you feel in this moment.

“Perhaps this attachment is a bit too big for such a little plaything, they are not trained to it yet.”

“Make it fit. They can handle it.” Murdoch’s hips pull back before snapping back, thrusting into your throat. Agonizingly slow, Google rolls his hips and gets his entire cock inside you. Your body shakes from how full you feel, having already been edged once, but you know that they’re nowhere near done. His hands grip your hips tight, holding you in place with no place to squirm. Murdoch’s hand roots in your hair once again, as his patience is making you drool around his cock stuffed into your mouth.

“Why don’t you show them what that attachment does, Google? They deserve a treat for being so patient like I wanted.”

“As you wish, sir.”

A split second is all you have to process before the vibrations consume you, filling you past anything you’ve ever experienced. Any edge you were near, you were just sent catapulting over, nails digging into the bed as you cum on the spot. It’s so much, any remaining thinking you had left being shaken lose to come out of you in moans. And Murdoch, never one to miss an opportunity, begins fucking your throat as you have no other option than to be at the mercy of the two men who have filled you from both ends. 

“There’s- nggh~ my little fawn. You could’ve had all of this earlier if you were good.” 

“This is what they deserved. And perhaps they will know not to run if this is what is promised to them.”

Google remains unmoving, keeping himself fully seated inside you past the occasional roll of his hips to make you lose your mind even more. His chest presses against you as he bends over you, forcing your legs open even wider to nearly flatten you against the bed.

“You will stay an obedient plaything for your master, or I will make you regret every moment there is not a cock inside of you.”

His words make you moan more, hands moving to Murdoch’s hips as you feel him speed up, thrusts getting more desperate as he nears his climax, fucking your throat. Any noise you’ve been making is amplified tenfold, trying to make him cum just that much faster. Murdoch’s own short nails dig into your scalp, nearly making you bleed as he climaxes. He’s breathless for a few moments once he works himself through the aftershocks, admiring how you look stuffed from both ends.

“There’s my fawn, you swallowed down daddy good, didn’t you?”

He pulls out and you moan into the open air, no longer muffled. Your breathing starts to reach panting again, your second climax nearing quickly. Eyes pleading with him, wordless begs for permission. 

“Go ahead. You’re not done yet, little birdie.”

Google growls into your ear as the vibrations stop, but he begins pounding you into the bed. Elbow braced next to your head, other hand forcing your head down into the mattress to muffle your screams. All the while, Murdoch just sits back, stroking himself while his fawn is destroyed by his brand new toy. 

“You like being used by others, don’t you? Won’t feel the need to escape while your master is gone when I can take every thought away. Just stay here on my cock, you’ll be okay.”

Google’s malicious coos in your ear is all you can recognize over the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his grunts and your cries and moans. It goes on for so long, you’re not sure how many climaxes he’s fucked you through. Not stopping even a moment to let you breathe or relax. 

“That’s enough, I think they’re ready now. Thank you, Google.”

“No thanks necessary. They took it all well.”

Google pulls out from you, leaving you half sunken into the mattress and completely limp limbed. Tears stream from your eyes from overstimulation, not even bothering to get up or try to move. Murdoch moves to you, flipping you onto your back slowly as he drags your hips down. He shushes your noises of protest, slowly sliding himself in with a gentle push to the back of your thighs, folding you in half.

“It’s okay, daddy’s here. I’m gonna fuck it better, don’t worry little fawn.”

His pace is gentle, nothing like Google’s brutal rhythm. Yet your oversensitivity makes it still feel like it was, whines and noises met with gentle kisses to hush you. He guides your hands to his face in hair while you’re in his mating press, encouraging you to grab and hold in your weakened state.

“Daddy’s gonna breed you good, isn’t he? It’s what little fawns were made for. Just for me, sweetheart.”

A giddy little sound exits your lips and he coos, kissing and marking your neck. He growls long and low, spilling into you and fucking it in deeper. His hips finally stop and he sits up, still inside you as he lets you relax. Simply staring unblinking at the ceiling, he kisses your forehead as he reaches for a knife handle, now consistently used as a plug for you, and replaces himself. 

“Hi, you’re a little dumb right now, aren’t you?”

He cocks his head at you with a little smile, chuckling at how you look at him for a moment, then begin to space out again with a little giggle. You’re lifted into his arms, resting against his chest as he leans back against the headboard. You’re wrapped in a blanket, making you a little giggly burrito.

“Are they usually like this afterwards?”

“Usually it takes them a lot longer to get to this point. We’ll definitely have to try this again.”

“Oh we will, don’t worry.”

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Monster/Royalty AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Royal fem reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Limes

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Yandere stuff

BATIM/BATDR stuff (Once again, only human characters please. If you want to fuck an ink monster then I'm making it human, somehow.)

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

People who kept complaining about the red eyes in the FNAF movie

MHA fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating. Mark legit stopped collaborating with other youtubers for a while because people kept shipping him w them)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

People who defend race-bending

Transphobes

Categories:

FANDOMS:

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW! IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION!)

Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Demonic charms, Part 1 (Darkiplier x female reader || TWs: None)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Actor Mark:

Do it for me~? (Actor Mark x GN reader || TWs: None)

Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Cool Patrol Mark:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

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Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

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Mad Mike:

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Winx Club:

Binded by Shadows (Ch1,Pt1)

I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[mothgodofchaos]

Sword

This is an incredibly targeted post for The Discord Sim, so everyone else please enjoy this! Fair warning, while not injuries are to be had, a sword is put up to the reader's neck!

Actor Mark x GN!Reader, TW: sword Words: 381

You had looked around the manor for your fiancé, a little concerned when it’s been quite a while not hearing him, not unlike an unsupervised toddler. You go to the bottom of the banister, right as he slides down, sword brandished. You duck as he laughs dramatically, meeting blades with the suit of armor next to you. “Sweet Annus, Unus, and Amy, what is wrong with you??” “I got bored! And plus, I haven’t killed anyone yet!”

“Yet! Emphasis on “yet”!” “You worry too much, darling~” He cups your face, kissing the concern off your lips. You huff at him as he leans on his blade, smiling smugly at you. How he’s still alive, only the gods may know. Reasonably, it’s probably you. You’re the reason why he’s still alive. 

You snap back to reality when he leans into your space, eyes watching your lips. Your eyes dart between his and his eyes, not exactly sure where to look. He brings out the sword again, wielding it carefully around you as he crowds over you, your eyes going wide as he walks towards you, you backing up to keep the distance.

“What’s wrong, darling? I see you eyeing this quite disrespectfully. I wish those looks to remain on just me~” “N-nothing! Just making sure you’re not gonna accidentally hurt me with it!”

“Now why would I do that? I wouldn’t allow even so much as a scratch touch your perfect skin~”

You feel your back press against the wall, a hand off to the side of your head, the blade raised to about your neck level. You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks, looking at him wide eyed as you stay there, pinned and flustered. He cups your cheek, his voice taking on an artificial sweetness. 

“I tell you that red is such a gorgeous color on you, but I don’t think there’s enough. I may have said something about a scratch, but there’s other ways a blade can be used~”

He presses the flat of the blade against your neck as he catches your lips in a kiss. You gasp, trying not to move, even though you know he wouldn’t hurt you willingly. He releases from the kiss, pleased with himself.

“Perfect, now this time, with more passion~”

[iguessigotta]

I can't even begin to write this idea out because the second it popped into my head it shut my e n t i r e brain off BUT just imagine

You're in a relationship with Dark. You have been for quite some time. He regularly soft doms the hell out of you. You've become a spoiled-rotten pillow prince/princess and he encourages it like crazy.

Now imagine the two of you invite Annus to join you. The three of you spend the whole day together, Dark taking his time teaching Annus exactly how to please you. By the end of the day, you're exhausted and delirious, not sure how long these two have been completely overwhelming you - you have even less of an idea how many times Annus has made you cum (entirely under Dark's careful direction of course) - a satisfied smile plastered on your face when they finally stop to let you have a break.

Annus is extremely quick to learn, but maybe Dark should make him go again to show he's really understood his lessons. Just in case.

[hoe4hotchner]

reader has a crush on hotch and hotch calls them a pet name

Just a little coaxing is needed

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Word count: 2k

A/N: The reader is in their late 20’s in this. Here’s a reminder that my Requests are open and that I also have a prompt list you can choose from.

Warnings: None!!! It’s pure fluff.

Waking up to your alarm with a loud groan, you flop over on your back as you hit the snooze button. Today was going to suck, you could already tell, as you let yourself for the extra 8 minutes.

Last night you had gotten back to Quantico at about 3 am, after an explicitly long case that had been pulling everyone’s teeth out. It had been an especially tough one, seeing as the unsub had left little to no evidence of his crimes leaving you with nothing.

Upon arrival at the headquarters, Hotch had dismissed everybody with a firm not and an expectation of having them show back up for work at 7 am sharp. He wanted this case out of the world as soon as possible, and if that meant having a tired team write their reports, so be it.

All the way down with the elevator to the ground level, Morgan and JJ had complained about Hotch’s orders being unreasonable and inhumane, but you, you didn’t speak a word. Maybe it was the exhaustion that you couldn’t seem to shake from your body. Or maybe it was the fact that for the past two years you’d been crushing on your boss. How could you defy the man that you felt so in love with that you’d jump in front of a bullet for him.

Your attraction towards him hadn’t gone unnoticed by the team, as they’d noticed the subliminal hints your body had given off when he was around. They loved to tease you about it, telling you that you looked like a love-sick puppy dog, floating on a pink cloud behind him.

During cases, you’d managed to keep your calm whenever you were paired up with him. Not wanting to jeopardize your work with your dumb feelings. You couldn’t be together, it would be wrong. He was your boss! And the age gap didn’t help much either.

Sitting at your desk you slowly punched away on your keyboard, determined to get this report done so you could get to the stack of paperwork that had piled up next to you. Your eyes were slowly starting to feel heavier, as the lack of sleep finally caught up to you.

“(Y/L/N), can I have a word with you in my office?” Hotch called from the door, catching you off guard and snapping you out of your dozing state. As you got up from your desk, farthest back in the bullpen, and made your way across the room the others started cooing you on. Small oohs and mocking kiss sounds followed you all the way up the stairs but stopped once your hand landed on the door handle.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You said as you sat down opposite him at his desk. He looked up from his own report that he was writing, his eyebrows raised.

“Just a second love, then I’ll be with you.” He mentioned before dotting the last few words down on the paper. You started spacing out. Had he just called you love?! No, you probably head him wrong. Why would Hotch call you that? He was your boss, that’s not a normal dialogue between an agent and a unit chief. Your mind was running wild trying to make sense of what had just happened. What did it all mean? You didn’t mind though, but it was all so confusing to you in your tired state.

“(Y/N)! Hello, are you there?” He snapped you out of your trance, seeing as you blinked your eyes with a quick flinch.

“Sorry sir, I’m just a little tired from the case.” You explained, trying to push the thoughts away. He understood although he knew that that wasn’t why you zoned out. None of you mentioned the pet name he had given you, as he cut to the chase.

“Strauss and I have a meeting later; do you think you have time to write this report as well?” He asked handing you a folder from your previous case. “It'll mean a little over time, it’s fine if you’re too tired, we just have to get through all of this before the heads upstairs come down for their annual performance reviews,” Hotch explained as you skimmed over the case, getting yourself reacquainted with the details.

“Sure.” You smiled, hating yourself for saying yes to him. But how could you say no? Your heart fluttered every time you even looked at him, feeling your crush take over as you became more compliant. If it had been anyone else asking, you’d probably have said no, knowing that you needed to catch up on rest. “Anything else, sir?” You propositioned as you stood back up ready to head out the door.

“No, dismissed.” He motioned you off. Just before you were about to leave his office he stopped you. “Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, turning back around to look at him.

“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.

“Thanks love.” He smiled before waving you off. Your whole body twitched at the pet name. It was so unexpected that you didn’t know where to put yourself. Hotch loved seeing you squirm at his words, having had a hunch for a while of your attraction towards him. So, it hadn’t been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He really did call you love. Maybe it was an accident though? Maybe he’d just let it slip because he was extremely tired and overworked as well? Your thoughts started colliding with themselves in your brain, as your head started spinning. You plopped down back at your desk with a small exhausted grunt.

“What did he want?” Prentiss asked, spinning around in her own chair.

“More work.” You groaned dumping the file on your desk.

Hours went by and the pile on your desk seemed unending as it felt like you never managed to make a dent in it. The others had gone home long ago, leaving their piles for tomorrow, or whenever there was time to actually do paperwork. With the number of cases, the team consulted on, as well as helped with you never had enough time for the administrative stuff, in the long run, spending a couple of days to a week at a time out of the city.

Pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you groaned, letting the pen you’d been twirling between your fingers fall down on top of the desk. You were working on Hotch’s report, struggling to remember certain details from that specific case. Truth be told, you felt like a failure. Why hadn’t he just given the report to Spence? You thought, he was after all the child prodigy and boy genius of the team. He’d have had it finished several hours ago.

Pulling yourself together you dragged yourself over to the coffee station, hoping that a hot cup could quicken you enough up to finish the report, so you could finally head home to sleep. You hated how you were such a big people pleaser, and especially when it came to Hotch. It caused you great strain on your mental health as you often ended up pulling long shifts or all-nighters, trying to help your friends with what you could.

The caffeine did nothing to help, as it only appeared to make you feeling more exhausted in the end. Before you knew of it, it was 11 o’clock and you’d barely finished the report when a text from an old college friend popped up on your screen, asking if you’d want to go out with them. You quickly responded, dismissing the idea, as you got up from your desk, practically dragging yourself back up to Hotch’s office for the second time that day.

You hadn’t seen him leave, so you slowly knocked with small slaps on the wooden structure with the back of your hand. A muffled “come in” was heard. Hotch didn’t look up from the reports he was reading through and signing off on when you entered.

“What do you need.” He dismissively said, not looking up at you, nor knowing who it was. He assumed that it had just been someone from the night shift or maybe the cleaning staff wanting to know when they’d be able to clean his office.

“I’m just here to drop this off.” You quietly said, not wanting to disturb him anymore as you held up the finished report in your right hand. Hotch looked up when he heard your voice, seeing the condition you’d been in.

“Honey, you look terrible.” He pointed out, this time a new name fell from his lips. Truth be told, you did look horrible. You had large bags under your eyes, your hair ruffled as you’d pushed your fingers through it in frustration, your eyes felt heavy and droopy and you felt like you were swaying from side to side whenever you stood still. Your gaze fell on him, as you had perked up slightly at the mention of the pet name.

“Hotch? What’s going on?” You asked, confused, not being used to getting this sort of treatment from your boss, or any man as of lately. Making your way closer to his desk you dropped the report in his inbox, before sitting down. Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, you unfocused your gaze on him, as you waited for his response.

“What do you mean agent?” He questioned, knowing exactly what you meant. He was just toying with you, waiting for the moment to occur between the two of you.

“You’ve kept on calling me love and honey all day, and It feels kind of unprofessional, although it has only been said between the two of us.” You slumped down in the chair, feeling like you were in the principal’s office back in elementary school, getting scolded for something, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Oh, so that’s the problem, I thought you like it though.” He grinned, pushing you further and further to admit your feelings towards him.

“That’s not the problem, I actually do love it but….” You stopped yourself as you widened your eyes. You’d let it slip. You fell silent as you tried to redirect your gaze elsewhere in the room.

“I know.” Hotch suddenly blurted out, catching you off guard as there had been a moment of awkward silence between the two of you.

“Know what?” You asked looking back over at him.

“That you like me. I’m a profiler for heaven’s sake (Y/N), you haven’t even tried to repress those feelings at work, I’ve noticed.” He explained, doing the thing you’d promised not to do to each other, your job.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you stood up and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Or not, you thought. Mostly, you wanted to dig yourself a deep hole and just lie in it until this whole thing blew over and Hotch soon would’ve forgotten the conversation, if that even was possible. The man seemed to remember everything. He was like a goddamn elephant, never forgetting.

Upon opening the door, it was quickly slammed shut, as you were flipped around. Before you managed to comprehend the situation and make sense of it, a pair of lips are pressed against yours, kissing you with passion as you feel a hand sneak up to cup your cheek. Your hand weakly moves up to his chest as you lean into the kiss, letting him deepen it. You were still in shock and surprised at what was taking place in Hotch’s office.

When Hotch pulled away from the kiss, letting you both catch your breath, he rested his forehead against yours. Staring each other into your eyes.

“If you hadn’t guessed it, I also like you.” He smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “You just needed a little coaxing to finally admit your feelings.” He grinned. Your body was pressed between his broad frame and the door as you still tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“Hotch?” You asked. Your head was spinning as the world around you seemed to have stopped in its tracks. You felt the butterflies flutter around it your stomach as you were slowly coming down from the high that was Aaron Hotchner.

“Mhm?” He hummed.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too, love.”

[invaderdoom78]

Heehoo x GN Reader

Just a normal camping trip with your friends. Or is it?

“How much farther?” Wade asked as you, he, and Bob trekked through the forest that made up your backyard

“It’s just up ahead,” You said “where the creek water starts to pool”

“I didn’t need to waterproof my lunch did I?” Bob asked

“No,” You chuckled

“Good,” Bob said as the campsite came into view

You’d already set up the campsite before the two had gotten to your house so everything was ready to go.

“Look at the Eagle Scout over here,” Wade said setting down his backpack

“You’re welcome,” You said, rolling your eyes

“Yeah,” Bob said “I was not looking forward to setting up the tents. What do we do with the food?”

“Tie it in a tree I think,” Wade said, pulling the food he’d brought out of his bag

“Yeah,” You said grabbing the cooler you’d brought to keep the food in “put it in here. I bought a lock for it”

“Cool,” Wade said, looking through all the food that had been brought, “I thought you didn’t like Taki’s”

“Don’t worry about it” You said taking the bag from him, and tossing it into your tent

As you set up the food into the cooler Wade and Bob went out to gather firewood, coming back about fifteen minutes later with enough wood to keep you all warm for the night.

“How close are your neighbors?” Wade asked dropping his wood

“Not close,” You said

“Then we might want to keep an eye out then because I swear I saw someone out there”

“We’ll be fine” You assured, pulling the cooler into the tree

It was already getting dark by the time you got there so you all decided to use the last of the sunlight to play UNO.

“I hate you guys” Wade pouted as you finished up your last game

“Annus” A voice yelled out from somewhere in the forest

“What was that?” Bob asked

“Don’t worry about it” You said lighting the fire

“I am going to worry about it,” Wade said putting away the cards, “you think it was that guy?”

“Don’t worry about it”

“Why not?” Bob asked

“Because I come camping out here all the time and nothing’s happened yet,” You said as the fire began roaring

“Good,” Bob said with a sigh of relief

“Ok,” Wade asked, poking at the fire “who can see in the darkness?”

“Yeah,” Bob said grabbing a bag of marshmallows “who’s the ax murder?”

“Now why would the ax murderer give themselves up like that?” You asked

Both Bob and Wade gasped at you. After that s’mores were had everyone crawled into their tents and got as comfortable as they could in their sleeping bags. It took a while but eventually, all of you started falling asleep until Wade realized he needed to pee. Groaning he got up and left his tent as quietly as he could manage, sneaking behind a tree so he could relieve himself. As he was peeing he heard someone moving around the campsite; at first, he just thought it was Bob until he heard the grunting. Peaking around the edge of the tree Wade saw a naked man rummaging around the camp.

“Oh, shit!” Wade exclaimed

He was being no where as sneaky as he thought he was and Heehoo’s attention was immediately drawn to the tree, planning to investigate the sound when Bob stepped out of his tent for the same reason Wade had.

“Oh shit” Bob said falling back into the tent “Wade!”

“Bob” Wade said, leaving his hiding spot behind the tree

Growling Heehoo turned his attention to Wade, as he was the closest and was about to charge at him when Bob grabbed a thick stick from the wood pile and went to swing it at Heehoo, but he was able to grab it before Bob could do anything with it.

“Hey!” You exclaimed stepping out of you tent, getting everyones attention “enough of that”

“Y/N” Bob said, struggling to pull the stick away form Heehoo “get your tactical shovel”

“Oh just stop” You said, grabbing the matches so you could re-light the fire pit

Snarling at Bob and Wade Heehoo let go of the stick and came over to you; watching you as you poked at the embers to get them to spread to the fire. Both Bob and Wade looked at you in confusion, carefully shuffling their way to the opposite side of the pit; all the while Heehoo growled at them, leaning into your side, and resting his head on your shoulder

“The fuck, Y/N?” Bob asked, after a long stare down from Heehoo “why didn’t you tell us about him?”

“Yeah!” Wade chimed in

“I told you not to worry!” You said grabbing the bag of Taki’s you’d brought, handing it to Heehoo “here”

Taking the bag Heehoo nuzzled his face against yours before he opened up the bag, remaining leaned up against your side.

“I thought he was just a guy who got lost in the forest” Wade said indignantly “I didn’t think he was some feral wild man!”

“Does he... leave dead mice on your doorstep?” Bob asked

“He used to” You said, running your finger through Heehoo’s hair

“Gross” Wade winced at the mental image

“Has he been inside your house yet?” Bob asked

“The garage is the farthest I’ve managed to get him in, but only when the doors open” You sighed, silently lamenting on all of the disastrous attempts you’d made on trying to bring him inside “oh!” You pulled out your phone to show them a video you’d recorded “there’s also this”

The video you’d shown them was one you’d recorded of Heehoo trying to grab a bag of Taki’s, through your window, off of a table that was at least two feet away. All the while you were laughing at him in the background as he struggled to reach the bag.

“Heehoo, honey” You chuckled, stepping outside once Heehoo grabbed the bag “the doors open. You could have just come through it”

The video ended with Heehoo eyeing you as he “ate” the Taki’s he’d grabbed.

“Well” Bob started standing back up “this entire experience has been exhausting. I’m going back to bed” he shuffled back around the fire making sure to keep his distance from you and Heehoo

“Yeah” Wade said getting up as well

“Come on” You said, standing up before Heehoo followed you into your tent

“If any type of noise starts coming from that tent I am running” Wade said to Bob before they both stepped into their own tents

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[prismatica-the-strange]

omgomg do you think you could do an eddie x punk/goth reader where he helps them pierce their nose 🥺

Warnings: 18+, Needles. I've never gotten my nose pierced and my knowledge of at-home piercing stops at the Lindsay Lohan Parent Trap and Unus Annus.

If you plan to get something pierced, please go to someone who knows what they're doing. Not Claire's tho.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x GN!reader (not particularly punk or goth, sorry 😅)

"You have done this before, right Eds?" You sit on his bed, leg bouncing nervously as he grabs what he needs.

"For the twelfth time, Y/n/n, yes," he rolls his eyes, back still towards you, "Cameron Jonas loved the piercing I did for him. And so did Patty Owens- Gotcha!"

He holds up a small book of needles and turns to set them next to you, and he sees how on-edge you look.

"Hey," he takes your slightly shaking hands in his, "If you're not up for this, I can put this stuff away and we can watch some stupid rom-com and eat junkfood."

"No, no I'm okay," you assure him.

"Yeah?" He grins when you nod, kissing your hands, "Good! Cause you'll look so hot with your nose pierced."

He grabs some ice from the freezer and hands you a cube, moving your hand to hold it against the side of your nose, "You hold that there."

He opens the needle book and pulls one out. The piece of metal is small in his hands, but it still looks damn huge to be going through your skin.

Now you've never been super freaked of needles before, flu shots had always gone quickly and uneventful. But that didn't mean you were over joyed to have one jabbed through the side of your nose by your boyfriend.

"Now remember," your eyes flicker from where he's sterilizing it with a lighter to his eyes, "You can tell me to stop at any point, okay?"

"Uh-huh," you swallow hard.

"You'll be okay, Y/n," His voice is soothing, "I promise I'll take good care of you... And that pretty little nose of yours."

"And... okay, that cool. How's that ice workin?"

"My nose is cold."

"Well yeah," he laughs, "You getting numb yet?"

"A little."

"Lemme see," he nudges your hand away and pinches your nose a couple different ways, "You feel that?... what about that?... oh c'mon you gotta feel that."

You can't help but giggle at his teasing.

"Put that back on there," he playfully shoves the ice back on your nose.

After a few minutes he sits next to you, "You ready?"

"Y-yeah."

"Okay, relax your face," he says, "As cute as your scrunched up nose is, this'll work better if you calm those face muscles."

You take a breath, and let your face fall as neutral as possible. But as soon as he starts getting close with the needle you grab his knee and make a small noise.

"You alright?" He asks quietly, "We can stop."

You look at those pretty brown eyes of his, looking at you so softly.

"No," you shake your head, "Let's do this."

"Just a prick and a pinch," he reminds you, needle coming in again.

You squeeze your eyes shut as tight as you can while keeping your face relaxed, fingers gripping the frayed treads of his torn jeans.

You whimper when you feel the weird pressure of the needle through the slight numbness from the ice.

"Sh..." he hushes, "Almost done."

The numbness started to fade as he fiddles and the sting makes you hiss.

"One more second and... there we go, all done."

You crack your eyes open, every shift in muscle causing slight soreness.

"Does... Does it look good?"

"It looks fucking awesome Y/n/n!" He's all giddy. He pulls you to your feet and to the mirror, "Look for yourself."

You look at yourself in the glass, eyes falling on the black titanium stud in the side of your nose.

"Bitchin," you mutter, making him burst into laughter.

"Absolutely Bitchin'," He grins against your neck, "You got anything else you want me to pierce?"

[westanthewaterman]

Hello!

I’m Westan, but you can call me West if you want!

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Noir!Mark - Detective Dreamy

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🍫Mello🍫

Makeover

Rain

Mafia Buddies

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Sticky Note

More Random Headcanons

Shower Thoughts

Being Friends With Both Near and Mello

Tomorrow — Mello/ Bodyguard! GN! Reader ✨

Goodnight — Mello/ Bodyguard! GN! Reader (PT. 2)

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I Don’t Belong Here — (Part One) (Part Two)✨

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📓Light📓

Protector ✨

🌹Misa🌹

Misa With A Tall S/o

😅Matsuda😅

Promise

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How You Sleep

Pet Peeves

How they Kiss You

Baking (Mello and Matt)

Pick Up Lines

As Stand-Up Comedians

PDA Preferences

Death Note as Unus Annus (quotes) ✨

How they deal with mood swings

Death Note Cast As Yanderes ✨

Nicknames

How They Show Trust ✨

Wammy Boys When Their s/o Has A Bad Day

How The Wammy Boys Spend Free Time With Their s/o

The Wammy Boys Trying Your Terrible Cooking

The Wammy Boys When It’s Your Birthday

Christmas With The Wammy Boys

Comforting the Wammy Boys

🖤Niko (oc)🖤

Origin

Mentality

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Mello — Flower Symbolism

Matsuda — Flower Symbolism

Matt Likes Frogs

L as Morticia Addams

Mer-Matt — Death Note Mermaid AU (art and headcanons)

Mer-L — Death Note Mermaid AU (placeholder traditional piece)

Mer-Mello — Death Note Mermaid AU (art and headcanons)

Mello w/ a Pet Snake

Mello w/ Different Hairstyles ✨

Misa and Light warm-up piece (Death Note x Unus Annus)

[headcanon-cafe]

Unus Annus x ADHD!GN!Reader

Anon: Okay hear me out,,,, poly Unus Annus with ADHD reader 🥴

Bdhddhwjbsb okay yes!! But idk much about adhd other than like my friends and EEF so like yeah! We’re gonna try our best! Like Ur bby but like chaotic bby. Really, REALLY chaotic.

Okay, so they dont try to, they really don’t but sometimes when they try and get your attention they treat you like a dog,, or like a toddler?? Like 

“(Y/n)?? (Y/N)!! Put that down! That is not your human!"

"Where did (Y/n) go?" "You said you were watching them??" "GODDAMN IT"

You most likely saw a shirt you saw in the window.

"Hey Annus, can you buy this for me?" *shows him a katana* "absolutely not"

"Hey Unus, can you get this for me?" "What did Annus say,?" "No." *hands (Y/n) the money* "you didn't get this from me."

And now they are both looking for a lost (Y/n) with a katana with no supervision and not on meds.

Has a lot of ideas and thoughts but sometimes forgets to voice it and you just think they know what you're thinking.

"So are you ready?" "For what??" "FOR THE PARK SO WE CAN LOOK AT THE STARS!! REMEMBER!!" "You never said anything (y/n)."

"Oh,, well you now you know. Forward MARCH!!"

Coming up with weird names or descriptions for things you can't remember the name of. "Annus can we go to the, uhhh, hotel for stores." ..... "....what???" Unus speaks up "I think they mean the mall." "Yes! The mall!!"

"Let's go get some thick milk!!" "You better not be talking about ice cream." "...."

Not being able to watch more than one TV show episode with either getting distracted or going of on a tangent about the show that's not even slightly relevant to the plot.

Going so deep into conspiracy theories that you'll go on for days non stop talking about it while they just nod and sometimes add a little input but mostly just let you do your thing.