#answered mails

[lokutofu]

ur little batman looks like the cute little squid from finding nemo please can we get another 😭🙏?

Hahaha thank you!!!

Ask and you shall receive. Here you go~

[nvuy]

h.how do we feel .

“Uh… sorry ‘bout the mess. I’ll make it up to ya.” For good measure, the space cowboy kicks one of the corpses to the side with his boot.

You clutch your chest tighter, heart racing. “You just killed fifteen IPC soldiers in my bar.”

“Yep.”

“You–”

He suddenly looks offended. “Hey. I did the world a favour. I don’t take kindly to rats puttin’ their fudgin’ filthy hands on the merchandise.” He gestures to his torso. Then, he whistles, placing his thumbs on the waistband of his pants. “But, nice place ya got. This your business?”

Dazed, you nod slowly. Your eyes flit to the broken sign and the smashed television hanging over the bar counter.

The bottles are smashed to bits. There’s liquor spilled all over the floor—expensive liquor. This would cost a fortune to fix, let alone to then replace all of the products.

You exhale shakily. You try not to look at the bodies.

The cowboy pities you. You can see it on his face. He says nothing. He awkwardly clears his throat and skims the rim of his hat with his fingers.

This sucks.

“How ‘bout this? I’ll give ya the bounty money so you can fix this place up.”

“Will you pay for my therapy sessions as well?” you chime in, murmuring beneath your breath.

He cracks a smile. “If that’s what you want.”

You lean over the counter and place your head in your hands. Tiredly, you ask, “how much?”

You hear the cowboy click his tongue in thought. “‘Bout… seventy-five? Give or take?”

You look at him from between your fingers. “Huh? Seventy-five hundred?”

The cowboy, yet again, looks offended. “Million, hun. I don’t do my job for cheap. What do I look like to you?”

You squawked. “Seventy-five million?”

“You heard me.” He cocks his head to the side, lips pressed into a thin line. “Why? You like that?”

“You can’t give me seventy-five million credits. Are you serious?” You could feel your face burning in shock. Your hands slam onto the counter, and you point an accusing finger in his face. “You must run some sort of shady business.”

The cowboy looks to the left for a moment.

He blinks at you like you’re stupid.

“You’re serious?” you repeat.

Instead of answering, he pulls out his phone from his pocket. You say nothing about the flimsy orange case, instead watching as he fumbles and squints at the screen before turning it towards you.

He shows you the recent deposit.

As he said. Seventy-five million fat credits sit right there in his account.

Hesitantly, you grab the phone to peer closer. Curiously, you start scrolling. These deposits clearly weren’t new to him. There were so many starting back from about ten years ago. There was a recent one of two-hundred thousand, then another just crossing fifty-seven million–

You were going to pass out. You hand his phone back to him with trembling fingers.

“Seventy-five sound good, or ya want some more?” He was tapping away on the screen again. “Gimme your bank details.”

“No!” You shake your head. “I don’t need your money. It’s fine.”

“How ‘bout eighty?”

“I–”

“Eighty-five.”

“No, I–”

“Round it up.” He turns the phone to you again, this time waiting for you to take it. An empty prompt of a receiver for the credits waits still. “One hundred.”

“Stop. I’m not taking your money.”

“I insist,” was all he said. “Got plenty to dispose of. And was never too responsible wit’ it anyway. Also, don’t really need to spend money on food and stuff, ‘cause, y’know–” He gestures to himself again. “I trashed your place. Lemme help ya fix it up.”

“I’m not taking your money,” you repeat.

The cowboy narrows his eyes at you.

To retaliate, you narrow them back.

Then, grumpily, he states, “you’re stubborn.”

“Yeah.” You bristle defensively. “And?”

“I like it,” he all but purrs. He leans over the counter, fingers drumming over the bench. “If ya don’t want my money, how’z about I take ya out for dinner? To say sorry?”

Huh? You lean back, cowering away from the sharp teeth he displays behind pulled lips. Your heart races in your chest, half out of the anxiety that riddles your veins, but also because he’s practically snapping his teeth in your face like a shark.

Your hands coil into weak fists.

“What do ya think, pretty?”

You look at him.

You suppose he’s handsome—you’re not sure if it’s appropriate to call a cyborg handsome. But he’s got lovely hair, and it falls over his shoulders like water. It covers half his face, but the eye you can see is… trustworthy, to an extent.

He’s definitely not the most insane man you’ve ever met, so that’s a bonus. He also just killed a bunch of soldiers in your territory. You didn’t like the IPC either, and maybe he did do you a favour, but still.

You sigh. You think the pleading flutter of his lashes won you over.

“Fine.”

“That’s the spirit.” He holds out his hand, palm facing upwards. “Phone.”

Your face twists suspiciously. “No funny business.” Hesitantly, you reach into your pocket and hand it to him.

He grins and takes it. “Not at all. I’m a super trustworthy guy.” You find it hard to believe him. Again, he seems to have trouble navigating your phone. He notices you staring. “Sorry. Can’t read very well.”

“Oh.” You straighten up slightly. “Do you want me to add your number instead?”

He makes a face at the phone.

“Nope. I got it.” He hands you back your phone after a moment. The contact is still open on the screen: Boothill. He’s somehow taken a photo of himself without you noticing. “Might’ve added an extra zero. Oops.”

“Oh.” You stare down at the phone number. “There's no zeroes in your number.”

“Sure.” Boothill pulls back from the counter with a tip of his hat. “I gotta run. I’ll set up our lil’ dinner date later.”

You turn your phone off. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“You got it, babe.” He blows you a kiss and waves his hand behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, you get a notification of a successful deposit into your bank account.

Your face immediately drains of blood as you frantically open up the app.

Seven-hundred and fifty million credits sit in your account.

The message attached to it reads, ‘Dont bot her snending it back. Wont work. LOL.’

[wyervan]

👁️ 👁️ hey. I love your creepy moon

hey. i think he likes you too.

[hoe4hotchner]

Hey can you do more of Aaron x non bau rich fem!reader. Like maybe with jack

ANON!!!! I’m just out here living my rich stepmom life now, okay? Jack is so cute!!!! I swear I’m weak for domestic Hotch | WC: 423

Inside the living room, you sat on the floor, surrounded by colorful art supplies, while Jack busily worked on his latest school project. The grand space, often reserved for elegant soirées and refined gatherings, had been transformed into a cozy art studio for the day, with large sheets of paper spread out, and markers and paint scattered everywhere.

Jack, his little face scrunched in concentration, held up his creation for you to see. “What do you think?” he asked eagerly, showing off a drawing of what appeared to be a dragon, flying over a castle that looked suspiciously like your home.

You smiled warmly, leaning closer to inspect the details. “It’s perfect, Jack! I love how fierce the dragon looks. You’re getting really good at this. I'm sure your teacher will be impressed with your skills and give you a gold star for the fairy tale topic!” you praised, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.

Jack beamed at your words. “I think Dad’s going to like it, too,” he said, glancing toward the doorway where Hotch had been watching the two of you quietly, his expression soft.

Aaron’s voice cut through the gentle ambiance. “I’m sure I will,” he said, walking into the room and joining you on the floor. His suit jacket was off, and his tie loosened for the first time all day, but he looked relaxed.

“Dad, look! I made the dragon like the one from the book you read to me last night,” Jack explained, already diving into another story about his creation.

You exchanged a fond look with Aaron, who smiled at the scene. This — these simple moments — they were everything to him. “I think we have a true artist on our hands,” Aaron said, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he sat down beside you, his eyes were full of affection for the both of you.

You grinned, pulling Jack into a little side hug. “I’d say so. I think we'll need more wall space for all of his masterpieces though,” you teased, already scouting which painting you'd have to take down. It made Jack giggle.

Aaron chuckled softly too, his arm slipping around your waist as he looked between the two people he cared for most. It wasn’t the opulence of the mansion or the high-profile life that mattered to him — it was the warmth of the family you had created, the quiet joy of being together, and the love that effortlessly filled the room every time you were together.

[soap-ify]

can you do a smut to fluff comfort where simon is overstimulating them and being super degrading and they safeword? Then Simon takes care of them and is basically just super sweet.

this has been sitting in my inbox for so long :( so sorry anon i hope you like it!!

cw — smut at first, degradation, use of safeword, gentle aftercare and lots of comfort.

simon had been frustrated that day, very frustrated after coming back from work. and you felt like trying something new for him.

“fucking slag… look at you takin’ this cock so well.” he spat bitterly, his girthy cock mercilessly ploughing into your tight cunt, his hands gripping your hips in a hard and bruising manner. “too dumb to even speak now, eh? only good for takin’ some cock.”

he had asked you so sweetly at first, if he could take his frustrations out on you, and you had agreed because you wanted to please your boyfriend so badly. plus some crappy porno made you think that rough sex can be amazing. silly reason, yeah.

but right now, all those insults spewing out of his mouth seemed genuine and scary, messing up with your head while your body was all sensitive from already orgasming a few times before. it was overwhelming, too overwhelming — and you knew that if you don’t speak up now, you’ll break down horribly anytime soon.

but god, you felt so guilty. you were supposed to be relaxing him, not turning it onto yourself.

“r-red…!” you managed to choke out, tears sliding down your cheeks as your fingers digged into his shoulder blades, causing simon to halt almost immediately.

“what?” his voice was gruff, eyes still a bit glossy from fucking you, though his grip had loosened significantly and worry was soon blooming onto his face.

“red…” you repeated weekly, lips wobbling as you quickly looked away, not wanting him to look at you crying over something like this.

simon gently eased himself out of you and rolled by your side, his calloused hands cradling your face. “oh, love… did i hurt you? was it too much?” he may have been sounding concerned and still reserved though he was internally panicking inside, wanting to rip and beat some sense into himself.

“yes,” you sniffled and nodded, your hands trembling as you leaned into his embrace, soft pants leaving your lips. “too rough..”

“fuck, m’sorry. so sorry, love. got carried away for a second, i-” he paused, his heart aching terribly with guilt and concern as he saw your face all soaked with tears. it soon dawned on him how mean he was being, even if you had agreed to it. he should’ve known that you were probably not used to this, maybe not even into it.

he slowly got up from the bed and helped you off the bed, his burly arms supporting you. he took you over to the bathroom and soon ran a warm bath for you, helping you sit in the bathtub, your little winces making his heart sink.

“i didn’t mean any of those words, y’know…” he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your head.

“i know…” you sniffled and smiled up at him sheepishly. “maybe i’m too soft for all that.”

simon sighed softly and sat by the edge of the bathtub, not caring about himself at all right now. all of his focus was solely on you, helping you clean yourself and dry up once you were done, dressing you in some comfortable pajamas.

once he came back after cleaning himself up, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at you, his once stern brown eyes now soft with love and pain. “i’m so sorry, i mean it…”

“don’t apologise, si…” you gently wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands supporting your hips as he carefully propped you on top of him once he laid down, caressing your lower back.

“i love you… never wanna hurt you, y’know. m’so proud of you for speakin’ the safeword. so proud of you.” he smothered your head with chaste kisses, his breath caressing your skin.

“i love you too…” you mumbled softly, exhaustion soon taking over you. you let his heartbeat lull you into sleep alongside his soft murmurs, feeling safe once again.

[qwantzfeed]

as a kid this was my favourite fantasy, way better than winning the lottery because the odds against it happening were SO much higher.  if it happened people would be like "damn, that person really beat the odds incredibly well.  not in a good way but still: objectively impressive."

[poorly-drawn-bsd]

gives Kyouka a bunny

She really likes him! I don’t think I’ve seen Kyouka make that expression before. -Atsushi

[userautumn]

bucktommy's daddy kink is even hotter when we make the age gap bigger

no, exactly, especially if buck's the one who drags tommy into the kink.

in this au in my head, tommy and abby were actually married for about twenty years before he came out. he's got a child with her, a child that's... older than buck, actually, fucking christ he's going to hell. so when he's got this twenty year old on his lap, nudging up under his jaw and leaving pretty marks on his throat while he grinds their cocks together, the last thing tommy is thinking is being called daddy.

but then buck starts grinding faster because he's goddamn needy every time, the most beautiful, perfect fucking slut tommy has ever touched, and he's whispering please against tommy's skin cos it takes nothing to make him beg. and tommy's just like, mm-mmm. not yet, baby, i don't know if you've earned it.

and then, then buck pulls back far enough so tommy can see his face, see how fucked out and cock drunk he looks already (truth is, he's been cock drunk ever since he had that dick in his ass the first time. he's ruined for anyone else), and he says please daddy?

and tommy. tommy goes from half hard to fully hard so fast he gets a little dizzy with it.

he grabs buck's chin in one hand and grabs a fistfull of his hair with the other, tilting his head back so he can't look away. what did you just call me?

ordinarily, the way he says it, all gruff and hoarse, would make buck think he did something wrong. but buck knows that tommy's into it because he's can feel his erection damn near drilling a fucking hole in his leg.

so he smiles that bratty fucking grin of his and is like please, daddy, can i have your cock? please please please i've been so good please let me have it

and, well. what is tommy to do but pin him to the bed with a hand on his throat and fuck him senseless about it?

[domoriu]

merry christmas kiwi :⟩ ! I saw a post about riding taesan and wondered if you have any thoughts about it,, like his face when he looks at you? down bad 4 him fr

- 🐠

merry christmas lovely!!

riding taesan… i think it could go multiple ways but i think for the most part i think he’s gonna have a look like the pic below… (this pic makes me insane btw) he loves watching you get off using him as your personal toy :3

if he’s more dominant, i think he would still sit back and watch you ride him, gets touchier when he’s close or when you start getting tired and he wants you to keep moving on him and then he’ll help guide you on him !!

[lizleeships]

Your destiel art is very sweet and amazing

Thank you so much friend! <3

[dearest-painter]

DISOBEDIENCE! (PT.1)

Summary: Y/N Swan knew one thing, they HATED being controlled. Y/N wanted free will and broke any rule that they saw as controlling them. Soon Y/N and Bella move to Forks, Y/N finally found a group they could be free with….Y/N found their pack but at the cost of others becoming obsessed with them

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior,abusive relationship, Y/N hates the cullens due to werewolf behaviors, they were already turned before hand and didn’t have a pack, Y/N turned while in Arizona so the sudden hyperactive behavior is new, Y/N gets adopted into a pack, Y/N is a hella hyperactive, only wolf gifs because I’m not sure what to use for the middle one ngl, Y/N acts like a lost and sleepy puppy sometimes but not all the times, have this while I try to finish up request, tell me if I need to add more

You smiled widely. You were moving in with your dad! You loved him! Bella seemed upset with moving to Forks but you didn’t care! As soon as you saw your dad, you smiled widely as you ran and jumped onto him. He was startled but he was able to caught you. He laughed as you hugged him tightly. “I see you kissed me Y/N” Charlie softly said as you rapidly nodded your head. “Get off of him Y/N” Bella said. You looked at her upset.

She was commanding you. You hated it. You weren’t a damn creature to command! “I’ll get off if dad wants me to” you replied as you laid your head on his shoulder. He decided to hold you until you all arrived at his car. You were quick to get into the back seat so you could hold your head out the window. You had a lot of energy like usual.

You were smiling as you took in the air of the forest, you felt safe. Arizona was fun but not safe, there was no woods for you to hunt but there are here! You can let out all of your energy for once! “Oh, I got you two a car. It’s a truck actually, I hope you two don’t mind sharing” Charlie said as he smiled at you pulling your head back in the car with a wide smile. “REALLY!? OH YESYESYESYESYES!” You were more hyper than what he was used to but he didn’t mind, you were his little kid.

Bella smiled, not at the truck sound, at you. You always made her happy, even when you didn’t listen to her. Soon you two arrived at Billy black’s place for the truck, you didn’t even realized you all unpacked. You were going up and down on your tippy toes so you didn’t run around to annoy the man. Werewolf. You knew it, you can smell the scent. He was definitely a well respected one, you haven’t met other werewolves before yet you knew better than to outright ask.

Soon his son Jacob showed up. You all chuckled at Billy black and Charlie doing their friendly rivalry. You looked at Jacob confused…he smelt like a wolf but..he wasn’t one? Maybe it’s because he hangs around his dad a lot. You weren’t paying attention to the conversation until your name was said. You looked up and tilted your head, why did he smell like a wolf? Why did Billy Black smell like a wolf? This just confused you a lot. Bella sighed and stayed near you, she wanted to make sure you didn’t wander off.

This was going to be a long life. “Oh Billy, meet my other kid, Y/N. Y/N, say hi.” Charlie stated and pulled you beside him so Billy could see you. “Hello!” Billy chuckled at the enthusiastic ‘Hello’ so he waved back. “Hello to you as well. Last I saw, you weren’t this energetic!” Billy pointed out which made you chuckle. “Growing up does that!” “That it does. Fixed up the truck for you and Bella.” You squealed in joy and immediately got into the back seat, basically making sure it’s covered in your scent.

Bella chuckled and softly sighed. She enjoyed your behavior even if it was a big chaotic. “Thank you.” Bella said to Billy which got a head nod from him. Bella knew that this was going to be a long time while living here but you seemed happy..so she’ll put up with it for a while

[the-bar-sinister]

I am starved of lab whump content with lots of condescending praise by whumper XD

🖤 Whumper cups whumpee's chin and jaw softly, leaning over them where they're strapped down to the medical slab. "That's right, sweetheart. Just hold still for me so I get a nice, clean incision, alright? We wouldn't want things to get messy. After all, I only have so much blood I can pump back into you."

🖤 "Oh that's beautiful, whumpee. Did you know you have the most perfect specimen of a liver I've ever seen? I'll have to clone it, I think."

🖤 Whumper hums the lilting strains of an opera or a ballet, grabbing a sedated whumpee and dancing around the lab with them in their arms. "You're a fantastic dance partner when you're like this, whumpee."

🖤 Whumper smiles and pulls on a pair of medical gloves, snapping them at the wrists before tapping on the glass of whumpee's tank. "You're coming along just beautifully, whumpee. Shall I hold up a mirror so you can see the changes?"

[buwheal]

Why does the orange Addison's mannequin kinda resemble you?

[hoe4hotchner]

could you imagine dating gen z reader who's playing around with tiktok filters and hotch is so confused

I can't quite describe how me-coded this turned out to be. I loved this idea so much!!!! | WC: 301

Aaron Hotchner was used to chaos. Every day, he lived and breathed chaos at work. He had led the team through life-or-death situations more times than he could count. But nothing quite prepared him for the moment he stepped into the living room and heard you practically screaming the musical scale at your phone.

“Do, re, mi, fa, SOOO,” your voice cracked, and you groaned dramatically, trying again. “SOOOOO! Bingo!”

“La, ti, DOOOO!”

Hotch blinked, frowning at the high-pitched, slightly painful sounds echoing through the room. You were sprawled under a thick blanket, blue light glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, your phone practically touching your face.

“Honey… what’s going on?” he asked, his tone bewildered yet calm as if he was trying to make sense of a particularly confusing case.

You lowered your phone just enough to glance at him with a grin. “I’m using this filter on TikTok. I’m trying to hit the notes, but it’s, like, impossible.” You turned your phone to let him see the screen, even though you knew he wouldn’t understand anything at all.

He raised a brow, approaching cautiously like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory. “And that’s why you’re… shouting?”

“It’s for science,” you said with mock seriousness, trying again, “DOOOOOO!”

Hotch winced slightly at the pitch. “Right… science.”

You laughed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Wanna try?”

He shook his head, amused but still utterly lost. “I think I’ll leave this one to you.” He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “But maybe lower the volume before the neighbors think something’s wrong.”

You giggled, pausing the app. “Fine, fine. But just wait — next time, I’ll get all the notes.”

He smiled, walking toward the kitchen with a shake of his head. “I’m sure you will.”

[queermasculine]

What do you like most about masc4masc and butch4butch? I just find it so hot

it's the realization of a dream i once thought impossible & the one thing i care about the most in this world. sorry i meant to say scissoring

[l0vergirls]

your latest post got me thinking... what if after the reader found out about the boys' feelings for them, they all started taking turns having the reader? like, there were so many fights going on that bruce had to make a schedule so everyone could have their time with reader

id say after reader finds out and they kinda just accept their situation that yeah they definitely do make a schedule .. and everyone tries to follow it. at first. i'd say they take your feelings into account, and you get to spend time with whoever didn't creep you out or piss you off that day. really, the schedule was just a suggestion.

in the end, it's bruce who's in charge, and it's bruce making the decisions. unfortunately for the rest of the boys, he takes full advantage of being the one legally married to you– the one who got to you first. this means a lot of your time would be spent with him, your dear husband. after all, you really did fall in love with him before you found out he had a few screws loose. he's still the same man you love, and you'd probably prefer spending time with him anyway.

as for the rest of them, they don't really have a choice but to work with the time that bruce had left. it's just a bit stressful to plan a perfect date for the bad weather forecast on their day.