#fang fluff

[monstersholygrail]

Vampires are a very composed and prideful sort of monster and your Vampire bf is no different.

He is the picture of perfection and sophistication in all public regards. His posture is so straight you’d swear he was statue. His language is smooth and charming to the point where he could convince an orc he was actually a troll. At society events he is the one to talk to with a row of awaiting guests lined up down the halls. Always with you standing right by his side. While he keeps you close, aching to have you near, he’s always respectful in his acts around you.

As leader of his coven he has to be.

But he’s not like that when he’s alone with you. No, never. When you’re the only one around he finally feels free to be completely himself. Not having to put on a show for everyone while also maintaining all his responsibilities. In the quiet of your chambers he can simply be your mate. As you are his mate. His eternal love. And this affects him deeper than he realizes. He has more of a soft spot for you than even he can admit to himself at times.

Particularly when your Vampire bf drinks your blood. He swears he’s not addicted to it. To the flavors that dance and mingle amongst the copper tang, to the thick warmth that mimics your tender embrace as it coats his throat, to the spark of adrenaline akin to lightning that shoots through his body as your blood pumps through his veins. No, definitely not addicted…

Yet just one drop of your life force has him falling to his knees, whining and whimpering as he nuzzles into your stomach. But it’s important to know that he doesn’t beg— he never begs for it. That is one thing your Vampire bf always says for certain (denies). He definitely doesn’t beg.

Not even as he’s pounding into you from behind, the glide of his cock along your walls making your head spin. His face in your neck, inhaling deeply as he soaks up your scent. So you must mishear him every time he takes you whispering, “P-please, my heart. You know I need all of you. Jus’ wanna consume you, darling, please.”

Of course your neck is bared for him before either of you can utter another word. Yet you cry out as your Vampire bf’s hips jolt, slamming against that spot along your gummy walls at just the mere sight of the slope of your neck.

His fangs sink into your flesh with a quiet squelch that mirrors the wet noise echoing throughout the room as your hips meet with each thrust. Mirroring moans leaving you as you both melt into each other. Your powerful Vampire bf turning into a puddle of arousal at a single drop of your blood.

Loud whines fall past your bf’s lips and vibrate into your neck. You moan, head rolling back. The ecstasy of your bf sucking your blood meeting the intensity of his cock rutting into your pussy just right. Vampire bf rubs against you, desperate to touch every inch of your skin. His hands scouring and groping every soft bit of flesh he can get his hands on. Nuzzling impossibly deeper into your neck as he turns into a whimpering mess of senseless limbs.

All these sensations crash into each other, overwhelming you in the best possible way. They send you flying higher and higher until your orgasm washes over you and you’re mewling as you arch back into your Vampire bf. Your touch and the clenching of your cunt sends your bf into his own orgasm, both of you weakly riding out the waves of euphoria in each other’s arms.

His tongue laps at any remaining blood trickling out as his fangs release you. He brings you into his arms, his form surrounding and curling around you as you lay on the bed. His body hypertensive to touch but he nuzzles into you anyway, seeking more of your warmth.

You hold onto him tightly, swearing that nothing is better than when your sophisticated and proper bf morphs into a total mess. And only ever for you.

[mrspasser]

I picked this up from my local bookstore today (had to order it) and I dove in as soon as I could. 60 pages in now...

Also got to explain about the two different editions to my book seller. She said it was something more authors should do. 😊

@thebibliosphere , I have a feeling I'm really gonna like this book!

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 3

Summary: Reader meets the team.

Tw: mentions of sickness, teasing

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Thanks for all the support this series has been getting :) If anyone has any suggestions for things that could happen in this series lemme know and I’ll see what I think. No smut though I don’t write that here.

The next day you woke to knocking on the bedroom door. Sitting up in bed you quietly called for whoever it was to enter.

A moment later Wanda poked her head through the door. Seeing you awake or at least semi-awake she slipped through the small space she had created.

“Good morning.” She smiled coming to sit beside you on the bed. “Did you sleep well?” She asked pressed her hand to your forehead.

“Mmm.” You hummed still half asleep.

“You don’t feel warm anymore.” She smiled at this achievement as if she was proud of you. “How are you feeling today?” She asked moving her hands to rest in her lap again.

“Tired, but that’s probably because I just woke up.” You smiled.

“Nat sent me to wake you up. She wanted to know if your well enough to meet the others today.” Wanda explained looking slightly guilty.

“I mean, I’m game if you are. Where’s Nat?” You asked coving a yawn.

“Nat’s training with steve. And not so fast, I want to know more about how you're feeling. No more headache? Cough? Wheezing? Give me something.” She grinned.

“My headaches gone, no more cough, maybe a slight wheeze I’m not too sure.” You begun and Wanda’s brow furrowed slightly at the mention of your wheezing. “I’m like ninety-nine percent sure my fever is gone, and I feel pretty good all things aside.” You finished.

“That’s good. Maybe keep your inhaler on you today just in case. And after the meeting I’ll see if I can get Bruce to give us a few spares, just in case.” Wanda said softly.

“You really don’t have to.” You said shyly toying with a loose thread on the sheets.

“Its no problem. I would make me feel better. Breathing is important.” Wanda teased easing your concerns.

“So, when’s the meeting?” You asked.

“Well, I think Nat wanted to do it as soon as possible. Like straight after training and then I’m going to make you some pancakes for brunch.” Wanda said poking your side. “But for now, hop up, get dressed and I’ll be back soon to show you where the meeting room is.” Wanda said, standing up and heading for the door.

Once wanda had left, probably to go and find Nat to call the meeting, you crawled out of bed. Rifling through your backpack you changed out your sleepshirt and shorts for a pair of black track pants and a pale-yellow t-shirt. Throwing on some goofy socks and lacing up your black converse high tops you braided your hair sat in front of the mirror and threw on some deodorant.

Once you were ready and had been to the bathroom to wash your face and go through your morning routine, you sat at peters desk.

Picking up your backpack you went through it until finding what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black sketchbook you opened it to a fresh page and began mindlessly doodling things you could see around peters room and the cityscape beyond the open curtains.

Just as you were getting into the details of the New York skyline you heard a knock on the door.

Lowering your pencil, you sat a little straighter.

“Come in.” You called your voice sounding better than it had in days. And surprisingly good for someone who had spent hours coughing and wheezing for days on end.

Wanda opened the door and smiled seeing you up and about for the first time.

“You look much better.” She commented coming to stand by your shoulder. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She smiled looking at your drawings.

“Oh, um … thanks.” You smiled still a little awkward when it came to compliments. “So, what’s the news?” You asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” Wanda said looking up from where she had been inspecting your sketchbook. “Nat called Fury. He’s kinda the boss. He’s given the go ahead if steve and tony sign off on it. Nat then called a meeting and I’m going to bring you to the room where you're going to meet the team.” She explained.

“I have two questions.” You said.

“Shoot.” Wanda said pulling you up and gesturing to follow her out the door.

“One, is peter going to be at this meeting?” You asked as Wanda lead you down some seemingly endless corridors.

“Yes.” Wanda nodded, pressing the button to call the lift.

“And two, this Fury guy said yes? Just like that?” You asked sounding slightly confused.

“Yes and no.” Wanda begun, stepping onto the lift with you beside her. “Nat asked Jarvis, Tony’s AI assistant to pull up all CCTV footage of spider-man and separate footage based on bio-signatures. So, she could differentiate between when it was peter and when it was you in the suit. She sent Fury the files and after he reviewed them, he approved you a place on the team. If you want it and the others agree.” Wanda explained.

“Okay.” You said slowly. “Seems like a good plan.” You smiled.

And the lift dinged softly as it slowed to a stop.

“This is us.” Wanda said and you followed her out of the open doors. Walking beside her down a hallway she stopped in front of a door and paused to look at you. “You ready?” She asked, her hand on the door handle.

“Yep.” You nodded swollowing down your nerves. “Ready as I’ll even be.”

“You’ll be great. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.” Wanda said and pushed the door open.

Nat was stood at the head of the table, a screen behind her queued up with spider-man videos. She smiled at you and wanda as the rest of the people turned to face you.

Seeing the people you had only ever seen on Tv in real life was a little overwhelming at first but wanda squeezed your hand and lead you into the room to stand at the front with her and Nat.

Peter smiled at you from where he was sat beside Tony. Looking proud of you just for standing in front of the avengers.

You stood there silent for a second simply making eye contact with your shoes before Natasha spoke up.

“This is Y/n.” Nat begun, and you gave a small half wave with an awkward smile. Tony was staring you down with an unreadable expression. He looked like he was analysing your face mentally. Most likely already having connected you to Peter.

“Hi I’m Y/n Parker.” You said lifting your eyes to meet a few smiling faces around the room a fair few of them sporting shocked looks.

“Parker?” Tony echoed sounding smaller than you had ever heard from his times on Tv.

“Y/n Parker is Peters sister.” Wanda explained.

“Kid?” Tony looked hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me there were two of you?” He asked looking sad.

Peter looked slightly sick at the open disappointment his mentor was showing right now and so you stepped in before peter had a panic attack.

“Mr Stark, Sir, it was my decision to keep myself out of the spotlight. And to do that I needed to maintain a low profile. Which is harder to do when the avengers know of your existence. No offence.” You explained. And the team exchanged a few glances as they noted how you had come to Peter’s aid almost immediately.

“That’s alright, I’m sure Pete will open up now you’re here.” Tony said with a grin as he ruffled Peters hair, “Won’t-cha kiddo?” He asked with his usual charismatic charm and Peter gave a small nod and smile while he ducked his head not liking the attention.

“So, anyone have anymore questions?” You asked drawing the attention off of Peter once more much to your brothers' relief.

Looking away from the small smile he sent you as thanks you laughed, seeing every hand in the room up with a question for you, bar Nat, Peter and Wanda of course.

You looked to your left and nodded to Steve.

“Hi, nice to meet you kid.” Steve said. “I have a question though, if Peter’s identity is secret, why did you need to stay away from us?” He asked looking confused, and his statement drew a few nods around the room.

“If Tony scares you honey, I can assure you that the man would forget his own shoes without me.” Someone you recognised as Pepper Potts said with a smile causing Tony to grumble to himself. How Nat had managed to wrangle the CEO of Stark industries into this meeting you didn’t know.

Little did you know that all it took was ‘There’s something you should know, it has to do with Peter’ and she was on her way.

“Actually,” Wanda said drawing the gaze of the room to her, “This should explain it. Jarvis play the video.” She said and the lights dimmed as the Tv showed a compilation of some of your best moves in the spider-suit.

When the video ended the lights retuned to their normal brightness and everyone still looked confused.

“How exactly does a compilation of Peter doing tricks explain that?” Bruce asked.

“Um…” You said looking slightly nervous. “That was me.” You said in a small voice and the room was silent for a second.

“Sick moves kid. Peter your sister’s awesome.” Sam said and a few people laughed at his perfect comedic timing.

“Prove it.” Tony said and you paled slightly.

“Tony.” Pepper said placing her hand on his arm and shooting him a look.

“No, its ok pepper.” Nat said. “Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling. “Was that peter in the suit for those videos?” She asked.

“The height and weight as well as body stature and proportions do not match Master Parker.” Jarvis said.

“Ok,” Nat continued, “Who do those body descriptors match in this room?” She asked.

“The person in the suit does match the body of Miss Parker.” Jarvis said and Tony frowned.

“Do the sticky thing.” Bucky called drawing a few smiles. You rolled your eyes and put a hand up, splaying your fingers before jumping in the air and touching the ceiling where you stayed stuck.

“Crawl around.” Sam said and you glared at his heckling.

“No.” You said and you saw Peter doing his puppy eyes at you. “Fine.” You sighed.

Jumping up you did a flip and stuck your legs out, now standing on the ceiling upside down and making eye contact with Sam before looking to Bucky.

“Better?” You asked sarcastically.

“Much.” Sam grinned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Ok. Get down Y/n.” Nat said sounding part annoyed part amused at the display.

“Yes ma’am.” You said before detaching from the roof and doing a flip to landing back where you were before.

“Show off.” Peter murmured under his breath and you huffed a small laugh as his ears went red, not having expected you to hear him. Dumb super-hearing.

“Well, now we’re done with the party tricks. What are we thinking?” You asked brushing off invisible dirt from your clothes.

“Well…” Tony said. “I think its time you got your own suit.” He grinned and you smiled back. “What colours do you want kiddo?” He asked.

“Um… maybe something like purple, white and red?” You said and he nodded already sketching down ideas on a pad of paper pepper had brought with her from a meeting.

“You’re also getting an AI.” Tony added and you looked a peter who simply smiled proudly of you.

“Well, if that’s everything Y/n’s also gonna need a room.” Wanda said and Tony nodded.

“There’s a spare room on Natasha and Wanda’s floor if you want to move in with the girls. Do I need to send some movers to grab your things?” Tony asked and you looked at your shoes and shook your head.

“Not much to move.” You mumbled.

“Y/n’s apartment was taken out in the last battle. She’s been hiding out in Peter’s room for now. That’s how we met actually.” Natasha said shooting you a reassuring smile.

“Well, it sounds like I’m going to be funding yet another shopping trip.” Tony sighed and Wanda grinned at you mischievously.

“We’ll make it a girl's day.” Wanda said shooting a look at pepper.

“I’d love to.” Pepper agreed and Nat clapped her hands together.

“Alright then.” The assassin said. “I should probably tell Fury we have another spider on the team.” Nat grinned and you smiled at her.

“Great, now we have three spiders.” Tony said rolling his eyes and ducking as Pepper aimed a pretty good swing to the back of his head.

“Knock it off Tony, don’t act like you're not secretly overjoyed to have another Parker around.” Pepper said.

“Just wondering,” Bruce said looking mildly nervous as the room turned to look at him.

“Yes?” You prompted him to continue.

“Are you…” He begun before pausing, “I guess theres no real nice way to put it.” Bruce said and Tony jumped in.

“I think Brucie-bear wants to know if you come with the Parker Brain Package.” Tony said and Pepper glared at him.

“Tony.” She warned, glaring at him while you cleared your throat.

“If you’re asking about how smart I am, let’s just say I designed the original prototype for the web-shooters and chemical makeup of the fluid.” You said and Tony nodded seemingly satisfied with that small tidbit of information for now.

“Well, if nobody had anything else to say, Wanda and I are going to take Y/n for a tour of the compound.” Nat said before turning to look at Clint. “And you, have to make dinner. You lost our bet.” Nat said and then dragged you and Wanda out of the room by your sleeves.

After a very long and very comprehensive tour by Natasha and Wanda, you were shown back to the communal kitchen where most of the team ate together when they weren’t on missions.

You walked into the dining room attached to the kitchen to be hit with the smell of burnt food pungent in the air.

You looked at Nat confused, and she grinned as she heard cursing coming from the kitchen. Wanda looked like she was itching to go help but sad she pulled away Nat grabbed her sleeve at the very last second to hold her back.

“Can someone explain whats going on for me?” You asked.

“Well, Clint and Natasha can’t cook if their lives depended on it.” Wanda begun, only to shush Nat when she went to speak up. “So naturally they made a bet, loser had to cook the team dinner, naturally Clint lost so Nat is enjoying his public humiliation. And I normally cook if we aren’t getting takeout so it's causing me pain to hear whats going on in there.”

“Oh, calm down. Clints not blowing anything up.” Nat said rolling her eyes as Wanda shot her a look. “Ok that was one time.” Nat amended.

Not twenty minutes later you were sat at a table with the avengers with a plate of very burnt stake and watery mash potatoes.

“What is it?” Tony asked poking his steak.

Clint grinned. “A masterpiece.” He said.

“More like a mistake.” Nat muttered judging her steak while poking it with her knife as if she was expecting it to start moving of its own accord.

“I say we have newbie try it.” Tony posed and you rolled your eyes.

Cutting off a piece of the very tough steak with your knife you raised it to your lips and put it in your mouth.

It was tough and kind of disgusting. But you smiled anyway.

Finding the meat tougher than you had been expecting, you made the switch as you called you fangs up. Your canines sharpened as you chewed managing to decimate the meat. Swallowing you looked at Clint.

“Not the worst thing I’ve every eaten.” You said with a smirk and Tony who had been watching you closely squeaked.

“Jeez kid you didn’t tell me your sister was a vampire.” Tony said turning to Peter.

By this point most of they eyes were on you, so you hid your teeth and retracted the fangs out of embarrassment.

“She’s not. It’s a spider thing she got.” Peter said coming yo your defence.

“Either way her new name is fangs.” Tony said with a grin.

This time you glared at him.

“For the record i think they’re awesome.” Wanda said sensing your embarrassment.

“Seconded.” Nat said her spy training honing in on your body language to see you were insecure about it.

“I gotta admit it’s a cool trick doll.” Bucky said.

“Pretty neat.” Steve agreed with a smile.

“Badass.” Sam nodded flicking a still frozen pea at Bucky. “Alright, now that y/n probably has food poisoning, who wants pizza?” Nat asked with a grin. Cheers came from all sides of the table as Clint slumped dejectedly in his seat.

PART 4

[c-hrona]

A Surprise Gift!

After the events of the last comic, Vash and Nick receive a little gift from their best friends.

ID in Alt!

[lamneus]

MLEM

Commission for Alastor ---------- HQ version in www.patreon.com/sifyro Find me in other sites wlo.link/@sifyro  

Posted using PostyBirb

[rennyrose]

I like how you draw Livio cuz you make him look like a cool dad

I think it would take a while for him to get used to it but™️™️™️ foster dad suits him quite nicely

[show-your-fangs]

omg omg omg can I pls request hotch genuinely being the most clueless, dumb-and-in-love individual?

Basically the team has to point it out to him for him to see how soft he is for reader and how differently he treats them 💗😩 he’s in love, your honour 🤭

i love our stupid man in love, he's so cute i can't.

this is part two of this blurb from my moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 1.7k

CW: nothing, just fluff.

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He didn’t ask you out that night. Neither Morgan or Rossi won the bet, the unfortunate draw making them only want to try harder to win over the other.

That had been a week ago, the pool only growing as more agents got in on it and it had somehow gotten out of hand really quickly. Penelope had been tasked with keeping track of the bets, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her mouth shut about it, especially when she was around you. 

The team had left for a case earlier in the week which meant you were spending a lot of time with her. From helping with research, running point from the office, making calls and setting up permits, warrants, everything and anything they needed, you were practically tied at the hip as per usual when the team was away. The only problem? Penelope Garcia could not keep a secret to save her life, and the more time she spent with you, the more she almost slipped and told you what was going on.

You had closed the case earlier that night after five days of grueling work. You were exhausted, more so emotionally than physically, so you’d invited Penelope to dinner as way to celebrate the little victory. But what had started as a simple night out had quickly turned wild as the waiter had taken a liking to her and kept the cocktails coming throughout your entire meal. You were on dessert, a forgettable chocolate lava cake with ice cream when she finally slipped.

“I just think it’s so silly,” she giggled in between sips of her drink and scoops of dessert. 

“What’s silly?” you egged her on, whatever this secret was had eluded you for the entire week and you just needed to know. 

“How much Hotch likes you,” her cheeks flushed pink but her brain didn’t realize what’d she’d admitted to yet, allowing her to continue. “The team has a bet going on when he’s going to ask you out and everything.” 

“Huh,” you mused. “That is silly.”

That’s when her brain snapped, dread and realization washing over her all at once. Her eyes widened, her spoon fell from her hand and onto the plate. 

“Oh my gosh, do you not like Hotch back? I could’ve sworn— I am mortified! Forget I told you, please I am begging you—”

You reached over and placed your hand over hers, gently soothing her out of her panic as a mischievous smile curled on your lips. 

“Can you get me on the board, Pen?”

Apparently they were all convinced it wasn’t happening for a while. They had decided to overcorrect their previous assumptions, placing bets that were days if not weeks in the future. Penelope had added you to the bet list that same night, promising to keep the secret until the next morning. 

You knew the clock was ticking, knew that once you started the countdown, you had no business losing your courage. It was now or never, and the reminder that soon the rest of the team would be shuffling into the bullpen to start their day, that they’d know someone else had made a risky bet — it only got your adrenaline pumping even more. 

You poured his coffee as you watched him enter the office, gaze on his phone, powerful and confident strides leading him towards his office. He turned and waved from the top of the stairs once he finally noticed you, a small smile on his lips. You smiled back, your cheeks reddening slightly as you finished getting your own coffee in order, the pale tan a contrast to his straight black. 

You made your way to his office a minute after he’d settled, placing his cup on his desk and taking a seat across from him. This had been your routine for months now, you’d bring him his coffee in the morning and the two of you would fill each other in on your lives. 

Aaron had been dealing with his divorce, the guilt of having to split Jack’s time between him and his mom, the added stress of finding a new place and moving, of finding himself alone when he’d been used to always having someone to come home to after a tough case. And you? You had just started going to therapy after he’d encouraged you to. It had been a rocky adjustment to the job, and you were glad that you could confide in him as your boss but also as your friend. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled, pulling out the case files he’d taken back home the night before. 

You shot him a look, the look, and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply. You weren’t angry, you were simply disappointed, and he knew that. It had been hard, harder now that he had to force himself back out there if he wanted to actually have a life. But even after months of this new normal, the idea of dating made him even more exhausted than he’d like to admit. 

Because while Morgan or Emily thrived meeting new people, Aaron had met Haley in high school. He’d been with one woman his entire life, one woman for more than twenty years. He was rusty to say the least, the insecurity of it only growing the more he refused to take the leap, the more he refused to feel his feelings, the more he fell in love with you. 

“Haley had Jack last night—” he started but you were quick to interrupt him. 

“That’s a terrible excuse,” you chided. “There’s a million things you could’ve done instead.”

“Oh yeah?” the mischief was back in his eyes, making you gulp visibly. “What did you do last night?”

Your mouth opened in mock annoyance, he couldn’t possibly know—

“For your information, sir,” you mocked. “I went out with Penelope last night.” 

Whatever glimmer of hope Aaron had cultivated to tease you about taking work back home was extinguished in a second. He sat back in his chair, inaudibly admitting defeat. 

“Maybe that’s what you need too,” you started, your heart racing once more. His eyebrows shot up and you could tell his blood had also gotten to his head. “Ask someone out, go on a date, get laid.”

That caught him off guard completely. If he had been sipping on his coffee he would’ve choked, made an even bigger fool of himself. But instead his cheeks just reddened, his ears quickly following suit, a detail he knew you knew about him as you’d pointed it out many times in the past.

But you didn’t today, you didn’t say anything about his reaction but he was too hot to notice it right away.

“It’s what I have to do too, honestly,” you shrugged, faux confidence somehow allowing you to not combust right then and there. 

“Do you now?” he managed through gritted teeth, the idea of you dating something that he made sure never to think about because it always led him down a dark path of rage and an ungodly desire to ravage you to the point where you belonged to him and no one else. 

“Yeah,” you drawled on, almost sighing dramatically. That’s when he caught on, when his brain finally reconnected to his body and his heart only sped up even more. “But I don’t know…I’m not really into any of the guys Penelope or Emily have tried to set me up with, they’re not really my type.”

God, this was not actually happening. “What is your type?”

“Crime fighting single dads who adore their kids and participate in triathlons for fun,” there was no misinterpreting it now. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” the words flew out of his mouth before either of you could register them. 

A bright smile took over your lips, your eyes sparkling with happiness. A shy smile slowly started to turn adorably embarrassed on his, his gaze tentatively raising to meet yours, eyebrows raised almost pleading, his eyes round and hopeful. 

“I would love to,” you said and he graced you with the most beautiful full smile you’d ever seen from him. It was unrestricted, genuine, life giving. 

“Great,” he cleared his throat as the clock struck eight, the reality of the world outside of your little office bubble a reminder of where you were. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Can’t wait,” you reassured him, standing up with your own untouched coffee mug and making your way downstairs. “Oh, and it’s my treat. Trust me.”

You were gone before he could argue, but you knew that he couldn’t stop smiling, the warmth radiating from him was enough for you know it deep in your bones.

“Babygirl,” Morgan asked aloud, holding up the list of bets that Penelope had left on his desk earlier as the blonde returned to the bullpen from her office. “What’s this?”

He tapped on the bet you’d written down, the other agents gathering to inspect the new addition.  

“Proof of my victory, Derek,” you said cockily as Penelope handed you the envelope full of cash. 

The entire team turned to you, eyes wide and anger slowly boiling. But none of them let it out, instead they all looked impressed, they respected the move, the hustle, the boldness. Morgan scoffed in proud defeat as he held out his fist for you to bump, and you did, excitedly.  

It had finally happened, the start of something that had been brewing for months, and you couldn’t be happier. While the girls walked up to you to get all the details you shot Aaron a cheeky glance as Penelope filled Emily and JJ in on your conversation the night before, and for the first time ever, Aaron allowed himself to meet your glance, unashamed to be caught staring at you. 

i've been smiling like an idiot all day

taglist: @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh, @cr1minalskies, @xladyxdreamer, @mrs-ssa-hotch

[softenedsunbeams]

@vaporclan's igaunastrike (they haven't even shown up yet but im putting them in my pocket and running away with her)

[averillaratargaryen]

‘The Bitter Bond.’

Chapter XVIII

Daerlyssa had woken up the next morning, to the sound of shuffling, causing her to sit up, one eye still shut tightly, the other forcing itself open.

Turning around, she finds Aegon, seeming as if he was returning from last night.

“Did you have fun last night?” Daerlyssa asks.

“So much” Aegon cheered, “but I was almost caught so, it is a good idea to get in bed with you quick.”

“Wait-!” Daerlyssa stops him, “I can not lay with you naked.”

“That is exactly what you should do, to make it believable” Aegon responded, jumping into bed beside her, throwing his shirt off, and to the ground.

Footsteps heard increasing, having Daerlyssa and Aegon both panic, to the point that he was quick to throw himself ontop of Daerlyssa.

Without a knock, Alicent had burst in, before letting out a shriek to the sight before her, Aegon and Daerlyssa both looking in her direction.

“Mother!” Aegon gave out an exaggerated disappointed tone, “you should know. We are newly wed, and can not keep our hands off one another.”

“Aegon-!” She turned away, her hands reaching out to cover the scene before her.

“Mother?” Daerlyssa had heard the sound of Aemond’s voice, immediately pushing Aegon off her, having him fall to the ground.

“What is going on-?” Aemond’s eye was at his mother first, before turning to what his mother wished to hide from her eyes, Daerlyssa sat on the bed, her body barely covered, as Aegon lay on the floor.

Butt naked.

Daerlyssa looked toward Aemond, letting out an awkward chuckle, the blanket that covered her, she held for dear life.

Aemond had only given her a look, one Daerlyssa could understand, was out of anger. And whilst she looked at him apologetically, Aemond had grabbed hold of the door knob, pulling it towards him, and closing the door on the married couple.

“What was that for?” Aegon rubbed his head, as he let out his frustration in an aggressive whisper.

“That was you master plan? Have everyone see us naked?” Daerlyssa looks at her husband, wondering if his head worked well.

“I didn’t know what else to think of” Aegon shrugged, “i mean hey, at least now they think we have consummated. Even Aemond looked surprised.”

“Sure” Daerlyssa sighed, watching Aegon get up as he walked around their bed.

“Can you hurry and get out, so i can change?” Daerlyssa asks.

“What’s this?” Aegon had bent down, Daerlyssa looking over at him, before he stood back up, a pearl held in his fingers.

“Did it break?” Aegon asks, “the necklace i gave you?”

Daerlyssa gulped, but was quick to make an excuse, “it was just very itchy, and out of frustration, I just- I didn’t mean to.”

“Hm” Aegon didn’t seem to bothered by it, placing the pearl down at their bedside table, before muttering to himself, “I guess Aemond was right.”

-

After the chaotic morning, Daerlyssa had made her way for breakfast, and Aemond had not been in sight, nor the beginning of the afternoon, as Daerlyssa found herself searching, to explain.

But to no avail, did she find him.

That was until the late afternoon.

…

Walking into the drawing room, Daerlyssa surprisingly found her brothers and uncles sat in the same room, engaging in a board game of chess.

A smile appeared of her face, as she looked from afar. To see them get on well with one another, it was heartwarming.

Perhaps they made a good choice, in coming back here.

“Sister” Aegon (III) pulled onto his older sister’s dress.

Looking down, Daerlyssa found Aegon with a pout.

“What has you pouting this way?” She asks, bending down to reach his head level.

“They won’t let me play” Aegon points to Jacerys, who had just took down Aegon (II)’s knight.

“Jacerys, why are you not letting Aegon play alongside you?” Daerlyssa asks, with a sigh, as she stood up.

Taking his hand, she and Aegon walked towards the table, that both nephew and uncle were playing at.

“It is not a game for children. He does not know how to play” Jacerys responded, his eyes glued to the chess board.

“The least you could have done is played a game that is suitable to him. You are meant to be looking after him today” Daerlyssa responded.

“Mhm” Jacerys had blurred out Daerlyssa’s voice, focused as it was his turn.

“Ugh” Daerlyssa groaned, turning around to find Lucerys sat, reading a book.

“Lucerys, would you take Aegon out for a while?” Daerlyssa asks, “walk with him in the gardens, find something to keep him entertained.”

Looking up from his book, Lucerys sighed, “but it is Jacerys turn to look after him.

“I’ll meet you down at the garden once this game is done, Lucerys” Jacerys called out to his younger brother.

“Fine” Lucerys rolled his eyes, leaving the book to one side.

“Thank you” Daerlyssa grinned widely, before leaving her older brother a kiss, against his cheek.

“Ew. Enough!” Lucerys pushed her away, as Daerlyssa chuckled, watching him take Aegon away.

After watching them leave, Daerlyssa eyes travelled through the room, the side she had not yet taken a look at, and it seemed Lucerys was not the only one sat on his own, reading a book.

Clearing her throat, Daerlyssa found herself approaching Aemond.

“Your grace?” Daerlyssa called out, a manner to which would be normal in front of both, her husband and brother who were not that far away.

“Yes, my dear?” Aemond dragged the book down, away from his face, to reveal the smile on his face.

“Dear?” Aegon scoffed, “since when were you so polite brother?”

“Well, Daerlyssa is our niece. She is young, and dear.. most importantly, your wife” Aemond responded, as his eye was still reaching in Daerlyssa’s direction and vice versa, Daerlyssa’s eyes widening to Aegon’s sudden cockiness.

“I- I?” Daerlyssa stuttered, lost for words.

“Is everything alright, Princess?” Aemond exaggerated his worry for her, as he stood up, his knuckles resting against her head so suddenly, “you are not sick, are you?”

“Sick?” Jacerys looks up from the chess board for a moment, witnessing Aemond and Daerlyssa close to one another, his hand against her head.

Seeing her brother look up from the corner of her eye, Daerlyssa was quick to push Aemond away, “no. I am not sick.”

“Do not be so sure, Princess” Aemond smiles, “after this morning, it seems you and Aegon had got on well, is that not correct, brother?”

“Mhm” Aegon hmm’d, before looking up to see all eyes on him.

Clearing his throat, he smiles, “oh- yes! Yes, me and Daerlyssa had a wonderful night!”

“Good, good” Aemond made his way past Daerlyssa, her eyes following him, as he walks behind, to the table, that cups and wine was sat on.

Following after him, Jacerys kept a keen eye, in wonder, before Aegon had clicked his fingers back at him.

“Come on” Aegon groans, “I need to win this game, so I can prove I do not suck a board games.”

“Right, right” Jacerys nods, looking away from Aemond, and back down the chess board.

…

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daerlyssa whispered.

“Playing the part” Aemond shrugged, not turning to face her, “as I’m sure you were this morning.”

Daerlyssa rolls her eyes with a sigh, “do you have to be so jealous?”

“Me? Jealous?” Aemond scoffed, “perhaps I ought to tell my brother who really had a wonderful night on his bed.”

“Stop that” Daerlyssa slapped him lightly against his hand, “It seems Aegon had almost got caught as he was returning this morning so he had got naked and jumped on me. It was sudden, I did not tell him to do that.”

“I am sure” Aemond responds, “although, you have scarred my mother.”

“Why do you enjoy to tease me like this?” Daerlyssa asks.

“It’s fun” Aemond whispered back, before the two look ahead, at the door, Otto, and Viserys entering.

“Oh, what a surprise” Viserys smiled, as he found his son and nephew both sat at the table, before turning to Aemond and Daerlyssa.

“The Princess was just.. apologising, after this morning’s incident” Aemond responds, “it’s seems my niece and brother get along well. So much so, they did not hear of anyone coming.”

Turning to face Daerlyssa, he watched her smile sink, with worry, a grin appearing on his face, “isn’t that right, Dear?”

“Y-yes” Daerlyssa stuttered in embarrassment.

Viserys chuckled, patting Aemond against his shoulder before going to sit down, Otto following behind.

Daerlyssa gives on last look towards Aemond, pushing past him as she nudged his shoulder, a little bit of wine falling onto his jacket.

He let out a soft chuckle, smiling at himself as he turned away.

-

Later that evening, everyone had settled for dinner, Aegon and Daerlyssa now made to sit beside one another.

“You took your time” Aegon looks up to Daerlyssa, who was sat, ready for dinner in a new dress, gifted from Aegon, “oh, you are wearing the dress I bought you.”

“Of course. Blue is my favourite colour” Daerlyssa responds, “I am glad you recalled that information.”

Aegon looks at her confused, yet Daerlyssa continued to play again, as she kissed him against his cheek gently.

Her lips then moving to his ear, as she whispered, “play along.”

With a nod, he chuckles, “well, you know, it is.. nice, to see a smile on your face.”

“You seem much better, compared to this afternoon” Jacerys spoke out.

“Well yes, I had a nice bath, and changed into a dress gifted by husband, so I feel much better” Daerlyssa responds, before turning to Aemond, a smirk on her face to see his eye daunting on her, “after all, we had a busy night so I was tired all afternoon.”

Her words caused Aemond to scoff, as he turned his head away.

Not knowing this was just the beginning, to what Daerlyssa had planned.

…

“So, Daerlyssa” Rhaenyra calls out to her, “how is it? Your first day as a married couple?”

“It is good” Daerlyssa responds, “I am happy.”

“It seems you are, given the glow on your face” Rhaenyra smiles back at her daughter.

“Aegon has promised me to a ride on his dragon” Daerlyssa announces.

“He has?” Rhaenyra asks.

“I have?” Aegon responds, yet quietly, having no one apart from Daerlyssa hear.

“Yes” Daerlyssa responds, “the two of us will take a ride on Sunfyre, perhaps to a place quiet, to not frighten the small folk.”

“That is romantic” Helena chuckled, “who would have thought Aegon to be one of romance?”

“Yes” Aemond sighed, “who would have thought?”

Daerlyssa let out a soft smile, hearing the disappointment in Aemond’s voice.

“Now that I am married to Aegon, I am sure Prince Aemond plans next, for marriage?” Daerlyssa asks.

Looking up with a glare, Aemond then spoke, “I am not interested in marriage.”

“Would you not want a companion?” Daerlyssa asks, “having a woman in your life will perhaps, help you to soften more. Unless you like the cold, hard feeling.”

Aemond tilts his head, confused, before he shivered, to the touch of something that travelled up his leg.

Looking down at himself and back up, he notices the smug smile on Daerlyssa, before grabbing a hold of whatever it was, that was placed on his thigh.

Daerlyssa’s foot.

Letting go, he looks at Daerlyssa, intrigued and silent.

Daerlyssa had accepted his stare a challenge, causing her to raise one eyebrow, looking at Aemond impressed by his confidence, her foot then slowly slipping down, in-between his legs.

“Aemond, she asked you a question” Aegon spoke.

“Hm?” Aemond looks away from Daerlyssa, to his brother.

“Do you want a companion? Or do you prefer the cold hard feeling?” Aegon repeats his wife’s question.

Before Aemond could answer, his gasp becomes ragged, due to the shock of Daerlyssa’s foot now rubbing against his cock, that throbbed under his trousers.

“Are you alright?” Aegon asks, “you seem to be slightly pale.”

“I’m-I’m fine” Aemond stuttered, sinking in his seat, looking down at his lap.

“I think he enjoys the hard, cold feeling” Daerlyssa whispered in Aegon’s ear, her foot still occupied elsewhere.

Daerlyssa continued on as usual, a smile on her face as she watched Aemond no longer smug and make teasing comments, but rather suffer by the feeling of his cock, that was ready to pop out, given at any moment, under that dinner table.

Recognising Aemond was ready to reach his climax, Daerlyssa had pulled herself away, as she sat back up and turned back to face Aemond, who let out a light gasp.

Confused as to why she had just edged him on, he looks up to her, in agony.

“Uncle, are you alright?” Daerlyssa asks, “maybe you should get to bed for the evening. You seem unwell.”

Aegon turn to his brother, noticing the shock and grimace look on his face, as Aemond’s hand was placed in a fist, above the table, holding his crotch in pain he could not understand.

“Aemond, what is going on with you?” Aegon chuckled, “you seem all sweaty and pale.”

“Are you in some sort of pain?” Daerlyssa asks, an innocent look on her face.

“No- no I’m fine” Aemond cleared his throat, after he stuttered just three words.

“He is so weird” Aegon mutters to his wife.

“I agree” Daerlyssa whispered back.

-

Once again, Aegon had gone off for his second night, as a married man, out to the brothel to meet his beloved.

Being that it was not Daerlyssa, she was now sat on her own, left to spend the night with just herself.

But she knew she’d find company soon enough.

“Daerlyssa open this door” She heard Aemond whisper, behind the back door.

With a chuckle, she sat up, on her bed, answering him from behind the door, “why?”

“Daerlyssa it is either you open this door, or I break it-!”

“Why are you so aggressive?” Daerlyssa spoke, followed by a sigh as she had opened the door, having Aemond unable to finish his sentence.

“What the hell, Daerlyssa!” Aemond let out in frustration.

“What?” She asks, innocently.

“Why-? I mean, at the dinner table. You almost had me caught with an erection!” Aemond stormed in.

“It is a lesson well learnt” Daerlyssa responded in confidence, closing the back door behind her before turning around, “now that you are aware of what I am capable of, it will teach you not to tease me, the way that you did this afternoon.”

“I-?” Aemond looked at her questionably, his mouth agape before he let out a chuckle, sitting himself down at her bed.

“You are not really mad are you? You seemed to be enjoying it?” Daerlyssa asks, as she sits beside him.

“I’m not mad, I just-?” He sighed, turning her way, “how did you even know, to do such a thing?”

“A man’s weakest spot is his cock. So I’ve been told, in writing” Daerlyssa shrugged.

“You have got to stop reading that book” Aemond responds, “I can not have you turn worse than me.”

“Why? Does it scare you to fancy a woman who’s intimidating?” Daerlyssa asks, her tone seductive as she traces his jaw with her finger.

“Stop that” he whispered, grabbing a hold of her wrist as he looks towards her.

“Stop what?” She responds, her eyes blinking slowly, as she reaches her hand out to him.

Despite it being held by its wrist, Daerlyssa then pulls off the shield of his right eye.

Leaning in closer, the two smile at one another, Daerlyssa letting out a soft chuckle, before being pulled down by Aemond’s force, engaging in a soft kiss.

…

“I am glad to have you beside me every night” Daerlyssa spoke softly, her head rested above his shoulder, his arm under, and yet his hand above, as she played along with his fingers.

“I know my brother very well. He can not stay apart from Erich, even for a day. I do not want you to spend nights alone here” Aemond responds, his voice husky and smooth, as he kisses her against her temple.

“Do you think Aegon would ever be angry, if he found out you have slept beside me, in our bed?” Daerlyssa asks.

“I should hope not” Aemond responds, “but he would be mad at me, if anything. He believes we are not suited.”

“Well many would, considering you are cold and me?.. well, I guess I get along with everyone quite well” Daerlyssa shrugged.

“Yes, because you are a woman. You are soft hearted, and forgive easily, that is why people tend to enjoy your company” Aemond responds, “but that is not a bad thing. This family could use a bit of that.”

“You could use a bit of that” Daerlyssa chuckled after.

“I am perfectly fine, the way I am” Aemond responds.

“You might fool everyone to think you are a cold man, but I have read your work. I have seen you in your true form, and to me, it seems you hide yourself” Daerlyssa responds.

“It is not a big deal” Aemond responds, “I just enjoy my own company.”

“Aemond” Daerlyssa calls out in seriousness, as she looks up towards him.

Rolling his eyes, Aemond then looks away, avoiding to look back, “fine, you’re right.”

“But why?” Daerlyssa turns her body entirely to save him, her hand cupping his cheek as she has him look away, “why can you not let others see you as you are?”

“It is not easy” he responded, “growing up, and feeling left like an outsider because I did not have a dragon. Having a hard childhood is not something I can forget so, I guess I just cast the family aside, because it is easier that way.”

“I know you do not want to hear this, but you have to push past this, and move on. I mean, look at your relationship with Aegon. That is an accomplishment, given his treatment to you as a child” Daerlyssa shrugged.

“I had no choice, with Aegon” Aemond responds.

“Do not lie, you love him. Truly” Daerlyssa responds.

Aemond nods, letting out a soft chuckle, “I suppose I could try to be soft hearted, like you.”

“Then.. perhaps you will speak to my brother, Lucerys? Try to make amends?” Daerlyssa asks.

“Now, Star?” Aemond tilts his head, confused and slightly challenged.

“I am not asking that you forgive him. That is your decision to make, I just wish for you to speak to him. To Jace too” Daerlyssa responds, “my brother’s are good people.”

“I’m sure they are, but I do not know if I have the words to speak to them” Aemond responds, “Aegon has moved on easily because he just.. knows what to say. I’m not sure how to communicate.”

“Then I can help you” Daerlyssa offered.

“And why would you do that?” Aemond asks.

“Because I care for you, Aemond. I wish to see you happy and beside your family” Daerlyssa responds.

Searching his eyes, Daerlyssa waited a response, only to then receive a nod, followed by a genuine smile, when she had leaned to peck him cheek.

Daerlyssa then let her head rest against his chest, holding him close, as did he, as they embraced one another, the feeling of warmth and trust building up within one another.

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chapter 19

[freaky-corner-of-the-crying]

fiddleFord having to pause once in a while during sex (being top) because Stan's tail won't stop waving and slapping his face/ body

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Baji x Rockstar!Reader

♡ SFW + NSFW, fluff, biting, fighting, oral->fem receiving ♡

note: this was another request that I don't have anymore, also I had an exam this morning and damn near died during it because I can't work under pressure lmao 🥲

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SFW

🔥 Goes to all your concerts and holds up a big ass poster of you with hearts on it

🔥 Will wear a shirt with your face on it, publicly and proudly

🔥 Recommends your music to all his friends and talks about how awesome you are nonstop

🔥 Freaks the hell out when you let him come on tour with you, he's hitting backflips off cars and shit

🔥 Fully prepared to fight your bandmates if they start shit with you (honestly they could just disagree with you about something small and he'd catch an attitude for you)

🔥 Begs you to teach him how to play the guitar, which you do and he's absolutely great at it

NSFW

🔥 Steals you away from practice for quickies

"C'mon cutie, I'll be quick I swear!"

🔥 That was a fucking lie because you two end up going for multiple rounds

🔥 Eats you out right after your shows, even though you keep telling him you have to take a shower

"Stop Kei, I'm sweaty and I wanna take a shower."

"I don't care, lemme taste you princess~"

🔥 Leaves bitemarks on your neck for all your bandmates and fans to see, he'll go absolutely feral if you post a picture showing off the bitemarks

"Look at you showing off those pretty marks I left on you, maybe I should leave a few more where no one can see ♡"

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Cavities

TW: VERY SCARY SPIDER PICS 😬

Tony thinks peter has a cavity, why? Because Peter has a nasty habit of poking at his teeth with his tongue when he thinks nobody is looking and it’s concerning to Tony who is in fact watching his intern with a worried look.

So he starts to limit the amount of sweets Peter has including the sugary drinks, Peter doesn’t notice at first but when he does he can’t but ask Tony why.

Who asks Peter:

:” When did you have your last dentist appointment?”

Peter: “Uhm. a couple weeks ago why?”

Tony: “Hmm, you’re not lying to me?”

Peter: “No?”

Tony:” Okay.”

Still Tony calls May later that day and asks because he doesn’t believe Peter, she confirms what he says, that he did have a dentist appointment a few weeks ago.

-

Tony: “And how did it go?”

May: “Good, he’s normally okay with his teeth why?”

Tony: “No particular…” he trails off. “Reason…”

She doesn’t believe him but lets him hang up anyway, knowing Tony he’s probably fretting over nothing or something majorly huge and since Peter hasn’t been weird, weird of late, she thinks it’s nothing.

-

This carries on, Tony sees Peter poking at his teeth, maybe with his finger or tongue and will end up dieting him on his sugar intake, he’ll be strict about it, He’ll ask May about the dentist.

The two notice.

Pepper notices.

Happy notices.

Nobody can explain Tony’s weird behaviour.

until…

Peter finally cracks and asks: “Mr stark is something wrong?”

Tony: “Other than the fact you won’t call me Tony, no whatssup underoos?” Tony swivells from where he’s sitting to face Peter.

Peter: “Because you’ve called may about my dentist, twice this week.”

Tony: “Well that. you see kid, can’t help but notice you poking at your teeth, thought they might hurt.”

Peter: “Oh.”

Tony: “Didn’t want it to be because of a cavity you know?”

Then it makes sense, why Peter was being cut off from his sweets why he was suddenly being handed water instead of pespi or Coca cola or even coffee with the worst combination of sugar inside it.

Because Peter had simply asked for that.

But Tony had thought about his health and rebuked no matter how hard he wanted to give into the requests.

Peter: “Actually Mr stark, i think my teeth have gotten sharper.”

Tony: “Huh?”

Peter takes a seat: “Yeah, can’t really tell because it’s not too sharp but they feel sharper, the canines do anyway.”

Tony: “…”

Peter only smiles.

Tony: “Ohhhh.”

Spider fangs, while Peter’s teeth didn’t turn into full on wolf fangs they did get a little bit sharper and he couldn’t help but bite on his tongue accidentally a few times or poke at them to be reminded of the sudden change that was Spider-man.

So when nobody was looking he’d poke at them more to try and explore this new discovery unfortunately he doesn’t have venom like an actual spider but he still thinks it’s pretty neat and hey! he has actual fangs now.

So whenever Tony has to do something now foodwise and it involves Peter, he takes into account of Peter’s sudden new fangs but of course he gets the

(Peter: “They barely aren’t there! you don’t have to slice my apples for me.”)

Or

(Peter: “I’m fine Mr Stark, i can eat my food just fine!)”

Little does Peter know, Tony likes slicing his apples up for him or perhaps changing their takeout order so it’s easier on Peter’s teeth and when the two are curled up in the penthouse living room in a quiet night.

Nobody but them?

With the most ridiculous movie on play (Peter’s chosen choice) and Peter sleeping on his chest, (Maybe, just Maybe, Tony can admit to himself it would be alright if continued to act a bit more fatherly towards his son.)

Pepper takes a picture when she comes in and sees Tony asleep, he wasn’t answering her calls or responding to Jarvis, it’s a shared and secret photo between her and May, one the two dote on quite regularly.

(The inspiration: )

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@luveline

⭒ You Haven't Kissed Me All Day

miguel assumes you're mad when you stop initiating kisses and tries to get back on your good side

⭒ Waiting Game

the tension between you and miguel rises to an all-time high

@bluesidez

⭒ Firefighter!Miguel | part 2

@scoobysnakz

⭒ Loser!Miguel

@theorphicangel

⭒ Will You Be My Valentine?

⭒ Lazy Day In Bed

⭒ Does Cupid Give Second Chances?

you have a valentine’s date tomorrow and you’re somewhat excited for it. but there’s just one thing you’re unsure about…thankfully your trusted roommate can help. right?

@lacedinweb22

⭒ Valentine's Day

⭒ Miguel Talks You Through It

@clementine-thedestroyer

⭒ Cockwarming

Miguel loves having you cock warm him.

⭒ Come To Bed

Basically, sleepy Miguel fucks you because you wouldn’t come to bed and let him sleep. Fluffy at first, then turns smutty.

@wyvernest

⭒ Neighbor!Miguel

moving into a new city with no friends and family around. having to find your place in an entirely new space and into new people's lives.

@bruh-anator3000

⭒ Aftercare

As much as Miguel loved to absolutely destroy you, loved how you cried beneath him and begged for mercy from the treatment you asked of him - there was something he loved even more.

[skittypool]

The Spooder dads with a sprinkle of fluff.

[roseworkshop]

the fiddlestan vampire and werewolf au low key needs it's own tag

I don't wanna see all this normal stuff I want them monsters

Am I a monster fucker??

[show-your-fangs]

My trauma from certain chapters of Moments might’ve come up with something for a blurb. I’d die to see Jack expressing himself over not liking Beth and some sort of moment between reader Aaron and Jack where Jack makes it clear that he sees reader as a mother figure which makes Aaron pull his head out of his ass and makes the right chooce IMMEDIATELY for once👀 Or idk maybe not even Beth related but it would be cool to see Jack not wanting to lose another mother figure

I just love my little trio of hotchner boys and reader they’re such a little family I could cry

gosh as much as i am a beth hater, i could not find a way to fit this into moments. however, chapter 24 is literally just domestic fluff so you'll be fed GOOD when it comes out.

here's just a cute little moments au blurb where jack calls reader mom and aaron almost loses it.

This is part one of two Moment AU asks that I thought would go perfectly together.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 788

CW: nothing, just fluff.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

"Can we invite mom to dinner?" Jack's question filled the quiet apartment with a heaviness that Aaron couldn’t quite understand. Haley had just dropped the boy off at his apartment after spending the better part of the week at her place.

"Buddy, I don't think mom wants to come all the way here—” 

“Did I do something wrong?” Jack practically whimpered and Aaron was rendered speechless once more, his brows scrunching further. That just made the poor boy look even more disheartened. His round eyes practically bursting as he tried to figure out what he could’ve possibly done to offend. 

Aaron crossed the room to him in an instant, crouching down to his level as he sat at the dinner table finishing up on some school work. 

“You did nothing wrong, buddy,” he said, gently, making sure that the words settled. “I just don’t think we should ask your mom to come over for dinner when she just spent the week with you.”

“I don’t wanna invite mommy to dinner,” Jack corrected him, as if he’d been correct this entire time and it was his dad who was not getting it. “I wanna invite mom.”

It took Aaron a few seconds to blink away the misunderstanding, confusion twisting into shock. Jack had called you mom, Jack had just…called you mom. A smile crept up on Aaron’s lips, one that Jack matched instantly as he realized his dad had just understood him. 

“Do you want to call mom and invite her to dinner?” he asked the boy and he lit up like never before. Aaron pulled out his phone and immediately called you, putting it on speaker phone and handing the device over to Jack as he returned to the kitchen. 

“Hi, honey,” your voice was warm and inviting and he wanted nothing more than to respond to you, but he wanted to experience your shock, the shock that Jack had just given him, more than anything. 

“Mom!” Jack practically screamed into microphone.

“Hi, angel,” Aaron could hear you stifle a sob and he couldn’t help but tear up with you. 

“Hi!” Jack was too hyper, getting any words in difficult. “Dad’s making dinner!”

“What’s he making?”

“Dad!” Aaron couldn’t help the laugh that erupted, so much screaming, so much energy. He walked out of the kitchen and took the phone from the boy, turning off speakerphone before he addressed you.

“He’s making boxed Mac n Cheese with hot dogs,” Aaron replied, a smile in his voice. 

“Aaron—” you sobbed into his ear.

“I know, he got me too.”

“Did you know?”

“No,” he chuckled. “But I definitely do now.”

“Dad, give me back the phone!” Jack whined, pulling on Aaron’s arm until he could press his mouth to the microphone once more. “Can you come to dinner, please?” 

He stretched out that last word until he was gasping for breath, making both you and Aaron laugh. 

“Yes, angel, I’ll be there in a second, alright?” 

“Mmkay!” 

“I’ll see you soon, mom,” Aaron teased.

“I’m fully sobbing at a red light, just so you know,” you tried to make him feel bad but it honestly didn’t matter. Jack saw you as his mom, and nothing could take that away from you.

“I love you,” Aaron said. 

“I love you too.”

Jack was engrossed in his worksheet once he finally hung up the phone. Aaron watched him for a second, how his tongue stuck out of his mouth while he concentrated, how he gripped the pencil in his hand like it would somehow slip away, how all of his things had spread out across the table as if he quite literally owned the place. 

Jack had that effect on people, that easy way of taking over someone's heart in a way that only you could do as well. Aaron had been sure from the first time he introduced the two of you that you were soulmates, that he was meant to bring the two of you together.

Jack loved you so much it was overwhelming at times, his own kid clearly trying to one up him at every turn. But it didn't matter, Aaron knew Jack was your favorite, even if you constantly reassured him that you loved both your boys equally.

“Would you like her to be your mom forever?” He asked. 

Jack nodded enthusiastically, pencil dropping and attention back to his dad. “And ever and ever.”

Aaron smiled brightly, fully, like the sun had taken control of him and he couldn’t stop. It was a silent promise, a definitive choice, a reminder of the small velvet box he’d hidden in the back of his closet a few days ago.

“Do you want to help me ask her?”

jack is my perfect child and i would kill for him

requests are still open for hotch and i am trying to get to the ones i've received. it's taking me a second because of just how many other open projects i've got, but trust me, they will get done.

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