#elle x reader

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: Threesome w/ Spencer Reid [ft. Elle Greenaway]

a/n: OKAYYY this is my first time writing for elle so please have mercy on me!! this fic is unbelievably dirty and i disappeared into my hole a time or two before finishing it, so enjoy!

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She’s watching, she’s always watching.

Spencer’s eating you out with abandon with his eyes squeezed shut, though his naked lower half is grinding desperately against the hotel bed sheets below him.

You can’t find it within yourself to warn him, to tell him that Elle hadn’t given him permission to get himself off just yet.

You were only supposed to be exchanging ideas about the case together in her hotel room, but this… this is just something that the three of you do sometimes, but never, ever during a case.

You can tell that she was frustrated as she looked between you and the boy genius that screamed the need for control, because she didn’t like being clueless, didn’t like not being able to step in when she wanted. So, why not control the two people who are more than willing to have sex with each other?

One of Spencer’s long, veiny hands were intertwined with yours, the other two fingers deep and scraping against your g-spot.

“Mmf – gah!” You cried out, back arching.

“Spencer.” Elle says in warning, her eyes locked on where his hips are gyrating on the bed. 

Spencer’s mouth disconnects from you, and he rests his cheek on the inside of your full thigh, huffing and desperately trying to take in air. His fingers don’t stop moving, but he squeezes his eyes closed in an attempt to stop him.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry. ‘M just so hard…” His words trail off into a whine and you take pity on him, threading your fingers through his hair in support.

Elle watches for a moment before it looks like she makes a decision.

“Get up. She’s gonna ride you.”

Your body heats up at the fact that she’s talking about you like you aren’t there, but Spencer is quick to slip out of your hold, the man being sweet enough to grip you by your hands to help rearrange both of your bodies until you’re sat on top of him.

You grip his cock, eager to sit down on him before Elle goes, “Stop.”

You freeze and throw a desperate eye over your shoulder.

She’s stripping herself out of her t-shirt and jeans, leaving behind her matching black lace set. If you didn’t know her any better, you would think that she planned this. That’s the thing about your dom, she was always such a wild card.

“I’m gonna guide you and set the pace, and if you go any faster than I told you two, you both aren’t cumming at all.”

Your eyes quickly find Spencer’s and the look that you send him is pleading, because you know how needy he gets when he’s wired up, and the both of you have been edged for the past hour; you were to be eaten out without orgasming, and that went the same for him.

“Yes, Mistress.” Was Spence’s breathless reply, and you sent him a small, thankful smile.

She clambers onto the bed, a beautifully manicured hand landing on your hand, the other gripping Spencer’s dick cruelly. 

A loud whimper resonates around the room, and you trail your hands down his soft yet lean chest, a soothing gesture. She slowly lowers your body down onto him, his hardness breaching your entrance. 

You can feel every pulsing vein and ridge as he finally bottoms out, a long moan forces its way from your throat. Elle trails her lips up the side of your neck, and her other hand holds your free hip now, both of them settled on you.

“How does it feel?” She murmurs into the shell of your ear, and you shiver. “Good…” You mewl, back arching, “So good.”

“You hear that, Spence? She thinks you feel good. What do you say?”

“Th…” He gulps. “Thank you.”

She hums. “Good boy.”

Elle lifts your hips up once more and you follow her, the drag slow and merciful and you cry out on when you’re dropped back down, the tip of Spencer’s cock jabbing at your g-spot.

Spencer’s strained moan resounds from below you, his teeth clenched and hands gripping at the fat of your waist, right above hers.

“Move your hips to meet me.” She commands, and he follows.

The pace is wonky at first before a steady rhythm is established. She’s basically making you ride him, and all you could do is take it, head falling forward.

“Mistress, can I kiss him please?” You whine, eyes locked and his.

“Mm.” She hums, teasing for a moment. “Sure.” When she says so, she pushes you down by your shoulder, so you and Spencer are chest-to-chest.

You lock lips, but she sets harder thrusts that steal your breath away, practically punching sounds out of the both of you as you whimper into each other's mouths.

“Are any of you close?” She questions.

You feel Spencer nod, dislodging your kissing. “Yes, yes! ‘M close.”

She calls your name, and you crane your neck the best as you can to look at her. “Are you close?” 

“Yeah.” The words are small and meek but they’re there, and you’re falling so quickly into subspace that all you can do is trust her to get you where you need to be. “Rub her clit, Spence, and when she cums, then you can.”

He’s quick to move, reaching between your squished bodies to rub at your lower half, the woman never stopping the movement between the two of you. 

With every jab at your g-spot mixed with his bony fingers rubbing at you, you feel that familiar tightening of your gut before you call out, “Cumming!” As your warning. 

You rest your head on Spencer’s shoulder as Elle assists the genius with reaching his end with your pussy. You hear a loud, pornographic moan resound throughout the room combined with the sound of wet slapping, before your insides feel warm with his release.

You all stop and pause, both of your chests rising and falling with exertion.

“You guys did so well.” Elle praises, dragging her hand down your spine. “Are you okay?” She asks. “Mhm.” The two of you hum. 

“What about you?” Spencer rumbles from below you. “I’m fine.” She waves away his question.

“This was enough.”

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[veeluvss]

Good girl (18+)

a jelle fic

soft, slow smut

virginity loss, no hardcore, body exploration.

jj’s eyes were a dark blue as they stared up at the woman on top of her. elle was naked apart from the white lace bra that hugged her boobs. jj panted like a thirsty puppy, staring up at the tits which hung in front of her face. it was their first time sharing a room on a case and somehow, they’d both ended up naked. it was their first time together and jj’s first time altogether. she’d never been with anyone before but god she was glad it was elle. her heart was pounding and she felt heat all over her body.

‘like what you see, baby?’ elle asked, stroking her knuckles down jj’s hot cheek, attempting to calm the girl below her. jj couldn’t speak, only nod.

‘do you want to feel them?’ elle asked. jj nodded again but glanced up from elles boobs to her face. was she for real?

‘it’s okay,’ elle reassured the young girl. ‘you don’t need to be scared. you’ve touched your own haven’t you?’ elle asked. jj nodded. ‘then it’s just the same.’ elle smiled. she sat down further onto her knees, lowering her naked pussy onto jj’s panties and jj shuddered at the warmth on her core.

‘relax, honey.’ elle whispered. jj nodded and closed her eyes tight, taking a deep, steadying breath. ‘good girl, that’s it.’ elle said. she picked up jj’s hand from the side and opened up her hand and placed the palm against her nipple. jj gasped at the fullness of elle’s tits. they fit in her hand perfectly. ‘play with it, darling.’ elle instructed. jj gulped and began massaging the boob. elle gasped at the feeling of it and jj paused, she wasn’t expecting that.

‘don’t stop, it’s good. really good.’ elle said. jj carried on. elle picked up her other hand and placed it on her other boob and jj couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, they were both so beautiful and full and big. but the fabric was getting the in the way and the hard nipple was enticing.

‘ca-can you take it off?’ jj asked. elle smiled widely.

‘you do it,’ she leaned down so jj could access her bra clasp and jj did so, she unclasped it and the bra fell down elle’s arms. elle threw it across the room with the rest of their discarded clothes. the discarding of the clothes happened so fast, both girls in sweaty, make out, hot kisses just threw them off each other but then as soon as well was mostly naked, jj had paused. she’d never been this far before. jj had her underwear on still, but elle was now fully nude- sat on top of her small frame.

‘tell me your colour, love,’ elle said, cupping jj’s cheeks gently.

‘green,’ jj smiled, admiring the beautiful woman.

‘good girl, that’s what i like to hear.’ elle replied and leaned down. jj lifted her head and they kissed again, a mix of hot breaths and colliding lips, it set off jj’s heat again. the heat spread throughout her body and she shuddered in anticipation. elle pulled away and jj began massaging elle’s boobs once again.

‘you’re getting the hang of this,’ elle praised and jj blushed. she opened her mouth for the nipple and elle took it as a sign to lean in further, supporting herself on the headboard.

jjj took elle’s nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue over and around the bud. elle gasped and threw her head back.

‘that’s it, good girl,’ elle breathed out and jj smiled, her teeth grazing the nipple and elle tensed but then relaxed. jj’s hand, securely on elle’s waist, tightened.

‘you’re okay, keep going.’ elle advised and ran her hand over jj’s hair, rubbing her fingers through her locks. jj moaned at the feeling of the boob in her mouth, it was instantly a turn on. she sucked and licked and explored the tit with her tongue to her best capacity.

‘such a good girl. you know how to do this so well,’ elle whispered. once jj was satisfied she’d done enough, she pulled away and lifted her head for a kiss. elle smiled widely and took her girls lips into a passionate kiss, one full of love and gentleness but a fiery passion and sex drive. jj’s hands roamed her body as they kissed and elle grabbed jj’s hair, tugging it gently.

‘my good girl,’ she whispered through kisses and jj felt the heat at the core of her stomach. fuck. her good girl.

they broke the kiss again and jj lay there panting, her eyes darting over elles naked body, then landing on her pussy, clean shaven and smooth. jj couldn’t help but lick her lips. elle smiled, watching her girl watch her.

‘do you want to touch it baby?’ elle asked. jj nodded but kept her hands down. elle giggled at her girls nervousness and grabbed her hand. ‘two fingers, like this,’ elle manipulated jj’s hand into position and then lifted herself onto her knees so her pussy was easier to access.

‘what will it feel like?’ jj asked.

‘the same as yours.’

‘okay,’ jj nodded. she’s touched herself before, she could do this. she let elle guide her hand and hesitated.

‘you’re okay, it’s okay,’ elle chuckled. ‘good girl,’ elle said. jj finally put the tips of her fingers on elle’s pussy and pushed them between her folds. it was warm and slick, and jj couldn’t help but smile, it felt so nice. she moved her fingers back and forth and looked at elle for approval.

‘you’re doing so so good baby,’ elle smiled and leaned down to kiss her head, nose then her lips. jj smiled at the praise and kissed her girl.

‘that’s it, back and forth,’ elle moaned. she began bucking her hips on jj’s fingers, making sure to hit her clit on her hand every so often.

‘good girl.’ elle knew she wouldn’t cum and she knew it’d take time for jj to make her cum, she was inexperienced and new to this thing but elle didn’t mind. as long as she could make jj cum and let her girl explore her body, she didn’t care.

once jj felt done, she pulled her fingers back out and admired the wetness of them.

‘taste me,’ elle said, lowering herself back down, taking a few steadying breaths. jj looked at her confused and elle guided her fingers to her mouth. jj licked her fingers and then put them all the way in, never breaking eye contact with elle and elle got wetter right then. that was so hot.

‘god, you’re going to kill me,’ elle said, grabbing jj’s face and pulling her in for another kiss. it was stronger this time and jj sat up too, forcing herself closer to elle and letting elle touch her. she’d found a new confidence, one she didn’t k ow existed inside of her.

‘touch me,’ she whimpered. she’d never been touched before. it scared her slightly but she trusted elle.

‘are you sure?’ elle asked, between kisses.

‘so sure,’ jj replied. elle unclasped her bra with ease and pulled it off jj’s thin arms before throwing it to the floor. she then moved down the blondes body, peppering kisses across her whole body before getting to her underwear.

she wrapped her fingers around the elastic but jj’s voice stoped her.

‘wait.’ she said, grabbing elles wrists. elle stopped immediately. ‘leave them on. for now.’ jj said. elle nodded and smiled.

‘good girl, thank you for telling me.’ jj nodded and blushed and elle moved back up her body, taking her nipple into her mouth. jj threw her head back in pleasure. she grabbed elles head and pushed her further down and elle smiled, she worked her tongue across jj’s nipple and massaged her other boob with her hand. it was a sensory hell for jj, so new to the touch but god did it turn her on.

elle moved down her body, leaving little kisses and marks across the girls torso and jj was silent with pleasure. she let out loud breaths and gentle moans but elle knew that was normal. when she got to her pussy, she paused.

‘colour, jj?’

‘g-green.’ jj whimpered.

‘are you sure?’ elle asked; sitting up.

‘god, elle please i’m sure.’ she said. elle smiled at her girls desperation and stayed sitting up, she was going to take it easy on her pussy, knowing how sensitive they could be.

‘okay baby,’ she whispered. she put her hand flat on jj’s folds first, over her underwear. jj moaned and lifted her hips. she then felt down the folds with one finger and jj moaned again, bucking up her hips.

‘i’m going to take these off now, okay?’

‘okay.’ jj whispered; nervous but not letting that control her, she was desperate for the touch.

elle peeled jj’s underwear off and down her legs, the cold air hit jj like a truck. she whimpered and moved her legs together. elle smiled and opened them again, pushing at the knees before nestling herself between her legs. she put two fingers down her folds and jj gasped at the touch. it was like heaven. she knew she was wet and elle confirmed it.

‘you’re so wet for me baby, such a good girl.’ jj moaned at the praise and elle smiled widely. she continued fingering her girl, teasing her clit and her entrance and jj’s eyes were closed as her back began to arch.

‘elle,’ she whimpered.

‘i’m here,’ elle replied, moving her free hand up to hold jj’s. jj whimpered and let her hold her hand as elle began playing more and more with her pussy. she teased two fingers inside of her and then moved it to one, entering her vagina. jj moaned out, the new sensation making her feel amazing.

‘such a good girl, so responsive,’ elle smirked. she enjoyed watching her girl twitch and moan under her simple touch.

after a little longer, elle knew jj probably wasn’t going to cum, only react to the touch. it was normal for the first time not to respond the same way. common even. elle smiled and removed her fingers, making jj whimper.

‘do you want to taste yourself, baby?’ elle asked. jj nodded eagerly and opened her mouth, elle lifted her hand and slid her fingers over jj’s tongue and jj sucked them obediently, closing her eyes in bliss.

‘god you’re amazing,’ elle smiled and leaned down to kiss jj softly. jj smiled and wrapped her arms around elle and rolling them to the side. elle adjusted herself, letting her arm free to wrap it around jj, holding her close.

‘you did such a good job. i’m so so proud of you.’

‘you are?’ jj asked, looking up at elle from her chest.

‘so proud.’ elle reassured. jj smiled, chuffed with herself and closed her eyes, suddenly she was very tired. elle held her tightly, wrapping both arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

‘get some sleep, my darling.’

‘goodnight, elle,’ jj mumbled.

‘goodnight, sweet girl.’

[milfsincrime]

i was trying to imagine how elle would react to receiving a friendship bracelet from reader & all i could imagine was her giving it back when she leaves the bau bc she thinks she failed us and that she’s hated by everyone in that damn unit now and maybe it becomes a thing that the reader always takes that bracelet everywhere, away on every case the jet takes them to, every holiday, every trip home to family, down to the bodega, everywhere. because one day, you’ve decided, you’ll find elle, and you’ll put that bracelet back on her wrist, where it belongs. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll tell elle what you really wanted that bracelet to mean all along. 😭😭😭

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi I don’t know if you do request for this movie franchise, but may I request a Fast and furious 9 Elle x male assassin reader please

Han: no! I don’t approve of you two dating

Elle: but Y/N saved my life. I love them!

Han: they’re an assassin!

Y/N: former assassin. But nothing matters more to me than family, sir.

Dom: welcome to the family Y/N.

Han:

[in-another-april]

bitches will be like “this is my comfort show” and its a show where the characters have never felt a day of comfort in their lives (its me im bitches)

[cxrrodedcoffin]

me after spending 6 hours reading criminal minds fanfiction instead of sleeping:

[guiltyc0nscience]

elle greenaway and spencer reid:

[thegirlinmaroonsweater]

Do y'all remember that one episode when Elle got arrested in Jamaica and Hotch have to fly there to take her in bail.

The moment he walked into that room he took in Elle's outlook (because she was arrested in her night dress) without missing a beat he removed his jacket and offered it to her.

That's it, that's the bar. That's what I look for in men.

I look for Aaron hotchener in men.

[mystellenia]

christmas mirror sex with vi ୨ৎ

summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).

notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)

(wc 1.2k)

your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed. 

just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts. 

vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes. 

“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.” 

“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap. 

“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves. 

her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips. 

“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please. 

her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.

a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.  

through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection. 

if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make. 

vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed you through your panties. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts. 

“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt. 

that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.  

“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume. 

“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.” 

you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor. 

your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.  

you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms. 

after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her. 

“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to. 

all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.  

pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.  

she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.  

“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.” 

merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)

[rana030]

Pov: when i catch y/n wearing something i would NEVER wear

[veeluvss]

S U R V I V O R

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in a world of predators and prey, you have to take charge. and that’s exactly what unsub duo jj and elle do. they take charge. they learn to save and survive.

—

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

READ THE REST HERE

all chapters are cross-posted to ao3!

[sturn-saturn]

pairing: fem!reader x bf!chris

warnings: mentions of oral sex, swearing

texts with bf chris

[fandomnerd9602]

I thought this was an interesting one. May I request a Fast and furious 9 Elle x Make taskmaster reader

Elle fights off several bad guys...

Y/N jumps into the fray, using gadgets and forming a shield around Elle...

Elle: you came

Y/N: cant leave my best girl alone

Dante: who's this freak? bring it on...skull head?

Y/N: the name's Taskmaster, you overblown peacock!

Y/N slams Dante across the face with his shield...

[mobianvisitor]

boyfriend that won’t even make eye contact when he gives you flowers 😔 but he’s so cute

[cal-flakes]

drugdealer!rafe x innocent!reader who gets all sleepy when rafe smears some special sugar on her gums

‧₊🫧꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

— rafe’s eyes lit up as he saw you push your way through the bodies, determined to reach him before you got swept away in the crowd of party goers. he admired the way your hips swayed as you headed in his direction, the usual sweet smile on your face.

readjusting himself, he held an arm out for you, letting you fall into his arms. yawning, you rested your head on his shoulder, not caring for the numerous kook’s surrounding the table, staring at your boyfriend expectantly. it wasn’t anything new, you both attended whatever parties came up— he’d set up shop somewhere in the house, while you roamed and danced the night away.

he sighed, noticing the familiar look on your face— the ‘i’m tired’ look, followed by an adorable little pout, just about making him cave and whisk you home.

“c’mon kid, don’t fall asleep on me alright? jus’ a little bit longer yeah?” he’d ask so politely, tilting his head to meet your big eyes peering up at him. “m’so tired rafey” you muttered into his neck, eyes fluttering closed.

“c’mere, m’gonna give you a little bit to keep you up alright? give me half an hour and m’all yours” he cooed, lifting your weight onto his lap before fumbling around in his pockets— pulling out a little baggy.

watching him through groggy eyes, he dipped a slender finger into the packet, collecting a small amount of powder before turning his gaze back to you. “open your mouth f’me doll”

doing as you were told, you locked eyes with him, noticing the tug on his upper lip as he stuck his cocaine covered finger in your mouth, smoothing it over your gums. “there y’go, y’look so pretty when y’listen to me” he hummed, carelessly pressing a kiss to your temple while his other hand pulled you into his chest.

[angeliicheartt]

Can you do what the bnha boys would do if they were jealous?🤭 (text or headcanon, whatever works for you) (Shoto, Katsuki, Midoryia, and Shinso are my favs btw!) I love your writing idk why it’s just too good

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴏʏ!

includes: katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, and hitoshi shinso

fem!reader

a/n: headcanons & smau, first time writing izuku tell me how it is, send an ask if you want other characters 🤗

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ

⟁ probably the most jealous (maybe tied with shinso)

⟁ as we know, not above threatening (and more)

⟁ will likely be kind of grumpy till you get him alone and then he's a clingy bitch (with love)

ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ

❆ won't say anything, but his hand's on your waist and if a look could kill, the guy talking to you would be dead.

❆ if the guy ain't stopping he will walk up with his "defying authority" tone and rip into him

❆ honestly very patient most of the time with the whole situation (he’s sassier in the smau)

ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ

ϟ doesn’t really care about the guy talking to you, he trusts you completely, until he realizes you look uncomfortable

ϟ pulls up his hero pants and gets the guy away from you

ϟ sososo understanding

ʜɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴏ

〄 HIS HANDS ARE ALL OVERRR YOU

〄 very very threatening presence, guard dog asf

〄 prob the most intimidating