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harmoonix · 6 months ago

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🌹𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨🌹

🌹 Rosa que linda eres 🌹

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🌹 - A lot of fire placements in the birth chart can indicate a very passionate person and someone with a big attitude

🌹 - Fire & Air Risings are both known for their impressive personality, strong figures, and always making their presence known in the group

🌹 - Having a fire sign in your 11H can indicate you manifest things more easily and fast

🌹 - Mercury aspecting Venus gives a very beautiful voice to the native. Your voice is very enchanting

🌹 - Uranus aspecting Sun natives have an electrifying energy, also very intelligent natives, they always think fast and in the future

🌹 - Having Midheaven empty from aspects or harsh aspects of other planets can indicate you don't know which path to choose in life

🌹 - Those with the 5th house in the fire signs can be tempted and deceived by others, and flirting can occur as well

🌹 - Having Capricorn or Aries placements can indicate you're the leader of the group, it can be any group you have

🌹 - Aquarius Venus and Mars are the ones who can feel people's emotions just from making eye contact with them

🌹 - Sagittarius Mercuries have a really cute laugh. Also, you may have the feeling to laugh a lot when you're around a Sag Mercury

🌹 - Having Venus and Mars aspects can also indicate you tend to attract people who have "enemies to lovers" kind of energy

🌹 - Mars being less aspected or empty in a chart can indicate a person who is dealing better with their anger

🌹 - A lot of people who tend to be very flirty and romantic have a fire or water sign in their 3rd house

🌹 - Fire Sun + Water Moon/Water Sun + Fire Moon = Has a hard time dealing with their emotions, is like they can't fully understand themselves yet

🌹 - Planets in your 2H can tell about your body appearance:

Uranus in your 2H can tell you have a specific unique thing when it comes to your body, maybe a birthmark

Venus in the 2H tells your body is sensual and gives a lot of atractive energy

Neptune in the 2H is also blessed with a very beautiful skin

Jupiter in the 2H may have a body part that will stick out to the world, legs, hands, thighs, etc

Sun in the 2H says that your body may be light up, tall, lovely skin, your body may influence you a lot during your everyday

🌹 - Libra/Taurus/Pisces Placements may love to make out it in the roses really, you know, is giving 100% venusian vibes

🌹 - You're tied to someone karmic when they have the north node in the same sign as your sun/moon/rising

🌹 - Libra Jupiter/Jupiter in the 7h can really be blessed with beauty, even if you don't consider yourself beautiful...the beauty is still there

🌹 - Mars in the 6H/in Virgo, making out can actually release them from negative energy, because the 6th house is tied with the brain and nervous system

🌹 - Sagittarius is also very tied with a person's culture and ethnicity. If you have major Sagittarius placements, you can be very proud of your culture

🌹 - Mars/Neptune and Sun in the 12H house can make a native more private when it comes to their intimacy. They don't usually like to speak out loud about those things

🌹 - Groom 5129 in Gemini/3H can indicate you and your spouse calling each other cute names/long conversations with them and them being very funny

🌹 - Groom (5129) in Sagittarius/9H can indicate your spouse is from another ethnicity or from another culture, those being said. Your spouses family can like you a lot

🌹 - Groom aspecting Moon in good aspects can indicate you getting attached to early in the relationship

🌹 - Groom 5129 in Scoprio/8H can indicate a private relationship or marriage/sensual marriage, sexual topics can be a healing key for both for you and making you feeling better

🌹 - Groom 5129 aspecting Mars is an intense energy where you and your spouse can be very loyal/devoted/sexually dominated with each other

🌹 - Sometimes having love planets/asteroids in Aquarius/11H can indicate meeting your spouse on the internet/online

🌹 - If you ever had the chance to be loved by Taurus Venus, I tell you it is like you're loved by an angel

🌹 - Is very common for those with heavy Uranus placements/Uranus chart rulers to feel different from the others. Sometimes, to feel left out. It is because you're meant to be different

🌹 - Having Vertex in the 7H is like the universe put you away from others to not hurt you romantically because the one who will eventually become your spouse will never hurt you

🌹 - Mars/Venus/Mercury in Pisces are such hotties, like your energy girlll is giving dangerous mermaid and I'm living for it

🌹 - If you have the next degrees on your rising sign, you can feel more in touch with your inner child:

4° 16° 28° 5° 17° 29° 3° 15° 27° degrees

🌹 - If your 6H is connected with the 11H your pets can be your best friends... is adorableee because animals are literally the most purest things on earth

🌹 -If you have an earth rising/sun/moon, people will never understand your connection with nature, Is something only you can feel

🌹 - Never be ashamed of yourself if you have these degrees on your ascendant:

1° 13° 25° 10° 22° 8° 20° degrees

🌹 - Moon in the 9h or Moon under 9° 21° degrees can have a unique nurturing style through their thoughts, Moon is very optimistic in this energy

🌹 - Moon/Cancer in the 6H get so many random health attacks like a random headache and then it can continue on other body parts

🌹 - Pluto in the 5H can make you have flashbacks from your childhood (It can also be traumatic episodes)

🌹 - You have a kind energy if you have your Sun at these degrees:

2° 14° 26° 12° 24° 9° 21° degrees

🌹 - South Node in Leo can talk about a person who focused too much on themselves or was a selfish person in a past life

🌹 - Taurus Mercury/Mercury in the 2H can have such a warm voice is like you feel so safe and comforted around them

🌹 - Taurus Chiron can indicate wounds with finding peace while you're focused on material things

🌹 - Gemini's can be very erotic and sexual people well the thing with them is they will be more verbally erotic than others

🌹 - I swear having Capricorn/Saturn in the 12H feels like Saturn is watching every mistake you make and trying to make you to act better

🌹 - Sun in the 7H people really love the feeling when they're in a relationship, the thing is the relationship needs to be healthy, you can tell they love their partners a lot

🌹 - Aries in the 7H/11H/10H can make you to take the lead in everything you are, your friends group, your relationship, your career

🌹 - I have my Hekate Asteroid (100) in the 1H beside my love for Hekate, this asteroid shows a lot of intuition and attraction to hidden things, Hekate can also be a close deity to you with this placement

🌹 - I feel like people with Gemini in the 7H will get such a cute spouse.. they will appreciate the open talks so much

🌹 - 8H in water/Earth signs may have a hard time to trust people and being intimate with them

🌹 - Mercury + Neptune/Jupiter aspects know more than they actually show. They're so clever

🌹 - Venus in the 1H is such a power move placement it literally does a lot of things on your benefits

🌹 - Mars aspecting Jupiter natives are full of sexual energy, same if you have Jupiter and Lilith aspcts

🌹 - Prioritizing yourself can also fit for the Virgo Placements, sincs they love to serve for others, focus on yourself as well

🌹 - Neptune or Pisces in the 2H can buy lots of spiritual sutff/items their house can actually be decorated with such things

🌹 - Mercury/Mars/Venus in the 9H or at 9° 21° degrees may be interested in learning foreign languages or foreign cultures

🌹 - North Node in the 7H can talk about your life path involving some relationships/things with your spouse

🌹 - Juno aspecting the north node can indicate your life path can be to marry/to have a specific relationship with a person

🌹 - Mars in the 1H/10H can be very passionate about their hobbies/sports/a very competitive person

🌹 - Mars aspecting the Midheaven can indicate you nay get a job fast, also you can manifest a specific job to come in your way

🌹 - Mercury in the 1H is such an enchanting placement to have in your 1H because Mercury loves it here. You may be drawn by fantasy and music

🌹 - I common thing i saw at Air Risings is that they love to gesture a lot while talking, especially Gemini Risings

We are already in the half of 2024. Can't believe it guys.

🤍🪐 Hope you all have a blessed Tuesday 🪐🤍

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cazshmere · 4 months ago

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Asteroid Groom (51299) and Asteroid Briede (19029) in the houses and how/where you could meet your spouse <3

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DISCLAIMER: This is speculative and for entertainment purposes only; it may not hold true for everyone, as there is a lot of nuance to astrology, enjoy reading and do lmk if any of these resonated with y’all :)

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 1ST HOUSE: Love at first sight kinda vibes, at a competition, somewhere where a lot of physical activity is happening. They could end up sitting very close to you or subtly brush their hands against you, could bump into you; physical contact might occur 💖

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 2ND HOUSE: In a perfume shop, a luxury shopping place, restaurants, a calm and relaxed environment, at the bank, a karaoke lounge, in a coffee shop, salon, parlour etc 🛍️💅🏼

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 3RD HOUSE: At a library, somewhere where there is a lot of paper or documents, your neighbourhood (maybe your neighbour too, lmao), a classmate maybe, your sibling’s friend, could also be a bit younger than you, maybe at a stand up comedy show 📜📰

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 4TH HOUSE: Parents could play a crucial role in your meeting (especially your mom), a private place, a place where you feel very comfortable and safe, maybe someone who your mom personally knows, your high school sweetheart, puppy love/first love vibes 🏠🛋️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 5TH HOUSE: When you're out on vacation with your friends having a good time, going out to watch a movie (maybe in a theater), at a carnival or an exhibition, at a play. You could meet them at a park where there are a lot of children playing around or somewhere where there are a lot of kids 🎡🎢

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 6TH HOUSE: The gym could be a high possibility, at the grocery store, when you're shopping for fruits, vegetables, toiletries, etc. (basically when shopping for stuff you use on a daily basis), a coworker of yours maybe, someone you run into every day, at work🏋🏽‍♀️🥙

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 7TH HOUSE: This is honestly such a sweet placement. You will lock eyes instantly and only see this other person even if you are in a crowded room. It might feel like a movie scene too, lol. They might initiate contact, at a social gathering, at a party. Even if it's a crowded place, it could be more of a one-on-one conversation/meeting💟💒💟

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 8TH HOUSE: Somewhere dark and unknown, maybe you can meet them when you are lost (they could help you find your way back to wherever it is you wanted to go), or in a dark alleyway (sounds shady asf but who knows lol). They might lend money to you if you run out (for instance, you wanted to buy a coffee but you suddenly seem to be out of money so they might offer to buy it for you), at a rave, after you've gone through a heartbreak, after you've faced some sort of loss 🖤🌑🍷

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 9TH HOUSE: Lmao this is a bit obvious but maybe through traveling, when you are in a foreign country, at the airport, when you're on vacation in an unknown country. High possibility of them being a foreigner, maybe in university, somewhere where there is a lot of curiosity—maybe an interesting lecture/course you decided to take up—they might also be there ✈️⛰️🗺️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 10TH HOUSE: Lol they could be your boss (boss x coworker romance maybe, haha), a formal setting. You can meet them through some meeting held in your workplace, somewhere where a lot of famous people are, a famous event, business partner, could be older than you, could work in the same industry, can even meet them through Linkedin lmao 💼📅🗃️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 11TH HOUSE: Two words—ONLINE DATING. Very high possibility of you meeting on a dating app or maybe just social media (Insta, Facebook, Twitter, etc.). Could also meet them when you're playing some online game, haha (Among Us, Roblox, Valorant). Your friends could introduce you to them, could be your best friend. They stand out to you in an endearing way, at a social event 👯📱👯‍♀️

🩵 GROOM/BRIEDE IN THE 12TH HOUSE: Hmm, could meet when you're at a hospital, a graveyard, an asylum maybe. They could be a patient of yours (if in case you work in that industry), you could be their therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist/counselor as they could suffer from some mental disorders (just a speculation), a peaceful meeting, maybe at a meditation class. You might see them and lose sight of them too. They can be shy/stay hidden, but eventually divine intervention will occur and you two will definitely meet. There is a possibility that you could also meet at an aquarium 🐠🏥🧿

banner credits : @cafekitsune 🩵

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a-nuisance-called-sam · 2 years ago

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Warning: smut, oral sex, pussy eating/cunnilingus, fingering, non con/rape, yandere, somnophilia, bondage, biting, character x reader, forced orgasm, reader has pussy, neither character nor their gender is specified.

Character x reader

Waking up from your sleep you are met with a silhouette of a person between your legs and your hands tied above your head. Their arms gripping onto both your thighs while their head buried between them, busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking on it like their life depends on it. A scared and strangled cry leaves you at the sight of what's happening, causing the person to stop and look up at you; mischief and lust dancing on their face. Keeping eye contact, they slowly bite the insides of your thigh, sucking on it gently. Panicked, you wiggle and try to move away from them, only for them to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding their tongue on your clit ever so slow and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your fearful eyes, like a predator with its prey. Closing their eyes they shift their focus back to your pussy. Moving their face a little lower, their tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering it's way into your tight little hole. They remove one hand from your thigh and bring them to play with your clit again. Lightly pinching and rubbing at it, making you breathe heavily. You didn't wanna give into the pleasure that you were receiving against your will but your body wasn't agreeing with that. Soon at every swipe of their tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure would escape you. No matter how much you wanted to control them, they just came out louder. The person switched the placement of their tongue with their hands and vice versa. Now their tongue was sucking and licking over your clit once again but only this time with more force. While the hand took care of your clenching hole. With how wet you already were, they easily slipped two fingers in and started fucking your hole. You bite your lips to stop the moans but it turned out to be futile as the person worked wonders with their tongue and fingers. But just listening to you moan was not enough for them; they wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in their mouth. So with that goal set in mind, they added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you hard on their fingers. Driving them knuckle deep into you and slightly curly them upwards to hit your spot. "Be good and cum for me darling." They tell you as their tongue and fingers work to give you the world shattering orgasm of your life. Your vision goes black as you arch your back during the orgasm. The person between your legs drinks up all that you give with great joy. Your essence drips down from their chin as they raise their head and finally let go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion but right before you pass out, you hear them say something; something that makes your blood run cold.

"You're forever mine now. "

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k0yaz · 3 months ago

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(I don't do requests often, so I read your rules like three times out of nervousness 😭)

Could you write an Il Capitano x fem!reader where the reader is forced to walk home by her family after a ball. While walking back, Capitano picks her up and offers to take the reader to where she lives. Maybe toss in some soft/kind Capitano?

Thank you so much, I hope this is an ok request!

pitch black.

Pairings: capitano x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, assy family members, written before natlan, so capitano might be slightly ooc, can be read as platonic or romantic, yum frostbite yay, ngl id cry myself to sleep if I was in snezhnaya bc I can’t handle cold weather, probably an iron deficiency, lazy writing at the end again AUUUUGHHHH, freakytano my glorious king, not proofread.

A/N: HIHIHIHI ALSO IM SORRY IF I MISREAD THE FAMILY THING BUTTTT I ACTUALLY WROTE ON A WEEKDAY YAY also guys should I do like a special for 1k cause my followers are eating rn ok but seriously thank u so much for all the support love yall!! 🕯️

Cold swishes of air circled the pitch black sky faintly illuminated by a star or two, ruffling the silky fluff of a heavy coat adorning your figure. You firmly tightened your grasp around the lapels of the large coat, fabric wrinkling and dragged between the clutches of your paling knuckles tinted a soft pink from Snezhnaya’s biting cold.

Hollow crunches of your footsteps simply rang aloud in your years as your father’s words piled up in your mind. They were merely harmless, yet the intent behind your family’s dismissal stung like a sharpened blade spearing into your chest. But of course, it wasn’t anything new. A gust of wind howled into the canal of your ear sharply, ringing the ill memory of your family spitting the venom laced words of ordering you to trudge home in the nation’s burrowing winter. They didn’t even bother to provide a coat or furnish your body in any way, simply shooing you off as if they were desperate to make you keep your distance from them.

You had been awkwardly situated next to them, the chatter making you shift uncomfortably in an off putting stance, similar to that of an upright statue. Their exasperating laughs bellowed throughout the ballroom obnoxiously, catching an occasional glance of a person or two eyeing them. If hunching your shoulders in embarrassment wasn’t enough, their attitude was more than enough for you to have a strong urge to pray for the Tsaritsa’s wrath to be bestowed upon them.

People had noticed your huddled stance, tracing the rim of your glass in circular motions in hopes to distract yourself from the growing oddity of your placement in the ball. And without hesitation, they would of course begin to approach you. Possibly out of pity? Perhaps even the goodness of their heart wanting to accompany the girl who wasn’t very engaged in the celebration. Each person would approach you, friendly smiles stretching their face as they’d attempt to greet you—only for it to be cut short by your parents’ attention snapping to the guest stood before you, slicing the conversation short as they’d beckon the person to come speak with them instead.

Tremors of disdain pooled inside of you upon seeing your family members so obviously attempt to shove out any possible chance of a trail of hopeful socialization paved on your direction. Your isolation only grew more and more frustrating as indistinct chatter bounced off the walls of the ball, your eyes following the sound of the echo trailing from the marble structure to the intricate chandelier and candles flickering. At this moment, you purely felt alone. Isolated from everything as you mentally stood still in a pitch black void, with drowned out voices clouding the lonesome darkness.

“(Name). I think it’s about time you headed home.” Your father rasped out, not even making eye contact with you as his gaze was locked onto the champagne bottle and glass snug between his hands. “The ball is over anyway. We’re only staying for extra drinks. Your mother and I will be out meeting some other relatives at the nearby restaurant.”

“Father, it’s too cold for me to walk back home. You know how-“

“Oh, (Name). You’ll be fine. I raised you to be an independent woman. You’ll find the way home just fine.”

Pushing past your father, your mother pokes her shoulder out as well, casting you a glance as she chimes in to the conversation.

“He’s right, dear. Go ahead and head home for the night. I trust you’ll fare just fine without us accompanying you home.”

“Mother, that’s not what I-“

“(Name). That’s enough. You should head home. End of discussion.”

You knew you couldn’t properly explain to them. They’d always toss you aside and swat off your remarks as such. You bit back your protest, swallowing as you scanned the ballroom for a spare coat anywhere. There were a few harbingers around, so a raggedy stray coat shouldn’t be too uncommon.

“Sorry. I’ll be heading home now.” You submitted under your breath, masking your mixed irritation dissolved into your tone. You only further grimaced slightly as your mother smiled and leaned over to place a faux affectionate kiss to your forehead. With one dismissive wave once more, her and your father turned their back to you to exit the ball, shouldering through the heavy spruce doors packed with people crowding them.

You blinked, fervent shivers making you tremble against each flake of snow that brushed along the exposed parts of your skin as you realized you had just stepped midway through. The searing cold made your head spin as you began to lose yourself, frostbite clouding your senses and enveloping the tips of your fingers slowly. No matter. You could make it home if you simply stopped spacing out and thinking about your shitty parents. Just then, a loud crunch resounded with the howling wind, heavy clanks of metal being heard in addition to the crunches.

The heavy thuds only seemed to become clearer as they grew closer and closer, a light drag of chains shuffling behind you as well. Your heart nearly pounded out of your chest in anticipation, a sense of apprehension overtaking you as you clutched the coat draped over you tighter in a pathetic attempt to shield yourself using the thick fabrics. The thuds came to a halt as your eyes slowly roamed over the man who halted before you. His figure loomed over you, as his towering frame was quite intimidating to the least.

The metal lining of his mask enshrouded his face in a sightless black, cloaking his face completely as it seemed like an empty void bore into the gap of his helmet. Streams of jet black hair along with that adorned along the cheekbone of his mask and down his shoulders, a few stray strands of his long hair edged along the sharp steel edges of his mask. On top of that. A thick white coat with black fluff was draped along his shoulders, the small fabric emblem in the corner pertaining to that of the Fatui. If he was wearing this coat, your best bet was he was definitely a Fatui harbinger. Likely a strong one at that.

Backing up slightly, your eyes wandered over the man’s figure as you stood neatly frozen in place, the wind swaying his streaming hair while the harbinger looked down upon you.

“Is something the matter, ma’am?”

His low voice cast the illusion of protruding through the thickened frozen air, a faint muffle present in his speech considering he had spoken through the hollow opening of his seemingly endless mask.

“I was just walking home..”

“You seemed to be troubled, though.”

You simply wanted to scoff, yet you only tilted your head away from the harbinger in shame. Had your family humiliated you this much to the point where a figure of such high status took pity on you?

Sucking in a breath, you slowly turned your head back towards him, his body frozen in place, and looking down at you like a great statue. His gaze remained locked on you—yet you couldn’t tell due to the hollow blackness pitched into the carving of his mask. “Your name?” He hummed lowly, his body still enveloped by his large coat, and arms hidden under the sides of the thick pale silk.

“(Name).” You replied bluntly, clearing your throat and lowering your voice almost immediately after as to not give a rude impression. “Yours?”

“Il Capitano.”

Capitano seemed to follow your lingering gaze as he spoke, tracing each spot your eyes transfixed on periodically. However, there was one particular spot you couldn’t take your eyes off, and he didn’t take long to notice you focused on the Fatui emblem at the corner of his harbinger coat. “First of the Fatui harbingers.” He added, sensing that you had been wondering his relation to the infamous organization serving under the Cryo Archon dispersed across Teyvat.

Sensing your evident shifts and subtle kicks of your feet, he didn’t take long to pick up on your troubled state fidgeting before him, as if you were afraid of a train of emotional danger clouding your judgement to even think properly—much less walk in such bitter conditions.

“Where are you off to so late, miss (Name)?”

“I’m just walking home…it’s important family business.”

You immediately added that last part as an audible afterthought, not wanting to involve a harbinger in your personal affairs. Capitano wasn’t stupid, however. The clouds of tension and fear were palpable amidst the indifferent expression of yours, flaked white from the occasional crystals of snow fluttering onto your face. Heavy clanks followed your words as he stepped forward carefully, not wanting to startle you as he made his way directly beside you.

The black fur lining the neckline of his coat brushed against your collarbone as he stood closely shoulder to shoulder with you, head kept high. He continued to stare off into the distance ahead of him, as if the burrowing fog wasn’t enshrouding the entire vicinity before the two of you and dimming your line of sight.

“Do you mind if I accompany you home?”

You blinked out of pure surprise. A harbinger? Walking you home? At first it was too much, you couldn’t possibly accept this, much less waste his time like this! However the chilling thought of walking alone at night so late sent a shiver down your spine, and it was definitely not just from the cold.

“Not at all, Sir Capitano.”

He shook his head, stepping forward as he beckoned you to catch up to him.

“No need for formalities. Just Capitano is fine.”

Nodding, you briskly walked beside him to match his pace. The two of you were purely silent as he walked into the swirls of fog patterned along the vicinity clouding the array of homes lined up on either side of the street. Shuffles of chains and howls of wind were the only noticeable sound echoing along the empty night roads, inducing a rush of calmness that replaced your previous anxious state. Halfway through, you proceeded to extend your arm out, pointer finger fixing ahead of you at a slight angle.

“My home should be around there.”

Capitano simply nodded, shifting his path in the direction of your finger’s aim as he slowly headed toward the squeezed space of homes cluttered along the sides. Once reaching your doorstep, he halted at the hardened spruce topped with a silver knocker situated above the center, as if he was awaiting your next words. You delivered him a sincere and thoughtful smile, folding your arms as you didn’t know what exactly to do with them. The freezing steel of the knocker uncomfortably brushed along the exposed skin of your shoulder, which was not effectively covered by the ragged coat, making you hunch over upon contact embarrassingly.

“Thank you, Capitano. I don’t think I could have reached home quick enough before passing out on the streets..”

He let out an affirmative hum once more, looking down at you through his helmet framed by his long hair which was now a bit unkempt from the winds mixed with the fog. But it was only a strand or two off anyway.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss (Name).” He paused briefly, before adding once more. “If you’re in any trouble that requires my assistance, don’t feel afraid to call me.” His words were sweet, yet they made you laugh faintly, making you biting your tongue at his low tone questioning what was so humorous about his statement.

“Ah. It’s nothing, Capitano. It’s just…we met under a few hours ago..”

“It’s not the time we knew each other that’s the matter. Rather, it’s the fact that it’s obvious you’re clearly going through something, (Name). I don’t mean to pry, I just want to do what is just for you. And I can tell you’re a good person.”

His words only brought that faint elated smile back onto your face, an unexplainable disappointment drooping within you when he steps away from the door to head back. You wave to him, and he gives a quick nod, turning his back to you and heading back to god knows where. That smile remained on your lips for quite a bit, even when you rocked open the door slowly into the comfort and warmth of your home.

What a respectable and kind man.

A/N: it’s 1 am and I have a quiz tomorrow morning LOLLL

Anyway I’m so happy I got this done yay

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docdudo · 1 month ago

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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader

You were not expecting anything from this new placement. You knew better now a days, have been on the system since day 1, and at this point? You know better than to hope.

Usually the houses you ended up in were all mediocre at best. Foster parents that already had their own children were the most neglectful homes, even to their own children. Which also resulted in bad blood between the foster kids and the biological kids.

And worst of all, you were human. Just a simple, small, defenseless human stuck in the foster system. Usually, they try to match human kids with human foster parents. But, humans were not a big part of the population, in fact, different kind of hybrids were the biggest part of the population.

And now, failed attempts after failed attempts, you got transfered to a neighbor city (not for the first time), and this time, to a hybrid pack househood. It wasn't your first time with hybrids, but it was always a little scary. They were strangers, and adult hybrids were SO much bigger than humans. Especially a human your age, with your small size thanks to lack of care throughout the years.

Hybrids were bigger, stronger, scarier... still, you knew it couldn't be worse than some houses you have been in before, or at least, that's what you're telling yourself. Not that your social worker was helping with your anxiety, as the old bear hybrid woman gave you some information about your new foster family. They were a big pack, which was a concept you already had difficulty to grasp. Pack doesn't always mean the nuclear family, but could also mean family friends, or sometimes, just relatives. As a human, hearing the word "pack", or "hoard", or "coven", or whatever else they could use to name their little groups, always left you a little confused.

They were four hybrid parents, a Dragon, a Werewolf, a Harpy and a Wraith. They were all part of the military, special forces or something, and they had a lot of children already, children that were already adults and had moved out some time ago. They were taking fosters now, and accordingly to your social worker, they were delightful and very nurturing parents.

You don't know what to think of that.

So all you could do was hold tightly to your beated backpack straps as your social worker excitedly introduced you to four hybrid men in their big house, giant hybrid men with so many muscles, and why is everyone so big and buff?? You knew they were military before, but god dammit, they could crush you with one hand. Here to hoping you don't annoy them to that point.

You weren't really making eye contact, keeping your eyes to the ground as you heard your social worker talk to the new fosters, but still, you would peak at them every couple of seconds or so, just to assess how they were reacting to your presence.

The dragon, one of the biggest hybrids you have ever seen, had that kinda of... respectful and mature face, smart eyes that went between you and the social worker as he nodded along to what she was saying. He was standing still, arms crossed lightly, and just one big wing carefully drapped behind his back. He smiled lightly, trying to keep casual and confortable to the new people, avoiding staring at you too much, no matter how much he wanted to.

The harpy, that was standing by the dragon's side, had such a gentle smile on his face that you avoided looking at his face again after the first peak. Gentle eyes, gentle smile, gentle demeanour. His giant, featherly wings, were also carefully tucked behind his back, almost as if to make himself smaller. Tho, it didn't help your anxiety as you saw how his feet looked like... not feet, in fact, talons.

The werewolf, a weird guy with a mohawk for christ sake, didn't even try to hide it how much he was staring. Big eyes on top of you, tail wagging a bit too fast behind him as his wolf ears perked up and moved as the social worker talked. Still, his eyes were just on you, assessing your small and timid demeanour, how truly small a human could be, how defenseless you looked.

The wraith wasn't that different either. Staring at your face with a stoic and passive look, even tho a balaclava with some skull prints covered most of his face besides the eyes, that had some... shadowy thing around them. He was the biggest, looked bigger and buffer than the dragon, at least, and was also staring directly at you. He almost forgot how pathetic humans could be.

All of them were caught a little of guard, actually.

You were small, already small for a human, but for hybrids? Almost like a little kid. Humans rarely build much muscle throughout their teens too, so you looked like a skinny little thing, differently from how other races' kids worked. You looked like a small, young child, but even their little kids had some kind of protection. Sharp teeths, or shap claws, or sharp talons, or any kind of ability that could defend themselves.

You had nothing of the sort. You didn't have any nails, basically, short as they were in a small and delicate little hand. Feet tucked safely inside your round little sneakers, feet that, of course, wouldn't have any talons, and were delicate enough to have to stay protected by shoes. Your teeth were round and flat, looked so small too, just like your short tongue. You were soft, all soft and small and delicate. Just like a human is compared to hybrids.

Johnny had to control himself not to coo at the sight as you gently licked your uper lip and quietly fidget in place, slightly behind the big bear hybrid that was your social worker. They had a lot of kids, and he was there since all of them were a baby, but since they were all hybrids, seeing a small little thing like you, unprotected and without any kind of abilities... it made something stirr inside of him.

All of the others were in the same boat, to be fair. Parental instincts going into high overdrive just by looking at you. John was just trying his best to pretend he wasn't that effected since he still needed to pay attention to the social worker, and Kyle was making a good job of discreetly nudging Johnny and Simon so they could stop staring so hard at you.

"So, if any trouble arises, you can always call me. Even if it's just questions, anything you might be worried about, i'll help you out. Is that okay?" "Perfectly fine, ma'am." The dragon immediatly answers, smiling neutrally as he nods.

"Yeah, this isn't our first time doing this." The harpy jokes slightly, charming smile on his face as he makes your social worker laugh a little bit with him.

"I know it isn't, boys, but it is your first time taking care of a human." She points out, a small smile on her face despite the serious tone. "They are not the same as hybrids, you know that."

"Of course. We're going to be very careful with them, don't worry." The dragon immediatly goes to sooth her worries, nodding easily.

"As i hope. Please, call me if you need anything! And, good luck, boys!"

Now, it's just you and your four new foster parents.

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lupinsversion · 29 days ago

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐀𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

• summary: when hungover reader gets too clumsy around james.

• contains: james potter x fem reader, roommate trope, slightly sexual themes

• word count: 791

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James stumbled out of his bedroom, bleary-eyed and bleary-minded from the previous night's festivities. He stumbled over to the kitchen, desperately in need of some painkilling potion for his throbbing head.

He wasn't expecting the sight that greeted him as he entered the living area. There she was, walking out of her bedroom wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt that barely covered her underwear. His eyes widen and he froze, caught off guard by her unexpected appearance.

She rubbed her eyes, not really watching where she was going as a long yawn escaped her body. She headed towards the cabinet that held their cups, hoping for a fresh cup of cold water.

He stood frozen in place, his eyes glued to her scantily clad figure. He tried to speak, to say something - anything - but his brain had stopped working and all he could do was gawp, his mouth agape.

He tried to look away, he really did, but it was like his eyes had a mind of their own. They drank in the sight of her, the hem of the shirt just barely grazing her mid-thigh, her skin slightly glowing and smooth, the outline of her curves...

“Excuse me.” She murmured as she pushed slightly between him and the cabinet to grab a glass.

He snapped out of his trance as she pushed past him, their bodies brushing against each other momentarily. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, but the feel of her bare legs against his body sent a jolt through him.

He watched as she filled the glass with water, her back facing him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the way the fabric of the shirt clung to her form, outlining her supple curves...

But then she turned too soon, accidentally brushing her bum against his groin with some pressure causing her to curse under her breath.

The contact sent a jolt through his body, and he froze again, his eyes widening in what seemed to be a mixture of shock, desire, and pure surprise. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching as he tried to maintain his composure, his body reacting in a way that he couldn't control.

“Shit shit, sorry.” She murmured, trying to get herself to back away but only stumbling back into him instead.

He reached out to steady her as she stumbled back into him. His hands gripped her hips to keep her from falling, his fingers digging into her soft, bare flesh. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with an undeniable desire.

"Don't...don't worry about it," he managed to get out, his voice raspy and low.

She gave a very awkward smile, and without thinking, she went to place her hands on the front of his hips to push away from him. But instead of doing that, she miscalculated her placement of her hand. A small yelp of surprise left her lips, her cheeks instantly heating up as she pulled away as if shocked with electricity.

His eyes widened in shock as he felt her hand land exactly where he least expected it - on the front of his briefs. He drew in a sharp breath as the brief contact sent a shock wave through his body. He could feel himself getting harder by the second, and he instinctively clenched his jaw, trying to control his own reactions.

He tried to step back, to break the contact, but he was rooted to the spot. His eyes remained locked on hers, their gazes locked in an awkward, yet intensely charged moment.

She raised her hands in the air as she mumbled rather quickly. “So sorry, shit, I’m so so sorry. Argh.”

As she raised her hands in a frantic apology, James couldn’t help but chuckle at her quick reaction. He shook his head, his hands still resting at her hips. “It’s alright, it was an accident. Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, his voiced laced with a hint of mirth.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze flicker down to where her hand had just been, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

She placed her hands on the side of her head, clearly embarrassed as she scurried out of the kitchen, forgetting her water. She just wanted to crawl into bed and hide.

He watched her rush away, a smirk still playing on his lips as he watched her flee the scene. He chuckled to himself, his mind still reeling from the brief contact and the unexpected reaction it had sparked in him.

He leaned against the counter, his hands clenching and unclenching, the memory of her touch still lingering on his skin.

"Merlin's beard," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his messy hair.

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moon7jay · 9 months ago

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how you think each member will hold hands

and favorite positions

HEESEUNG

Please tell me this isn't heeseung because the hand placement, the size difference, the way it's romantic but also you have no choice but to take it cuz he's holding your hands flushed against the sheets???

Favorite position : Cowgirl

The view of you on top of him, using his body for your own pleasure? Lord, sign him up. Contrary to popular belief, this man would love to be tied up and get used like your very own personal dildo. loves when you play with his nipples and scratch his chest while taking what belongs to you. "Yeah baby, keep fucking it, keep bouncing on that fucking dick" he'd whine, his throat parched while he watches your boobs bouncing in his face as you ride him. The view so erotic that he'd end up cumming without warning. That doesn't mean that he won't absolutely fucking ruin your pussy once he has you underneath him tho.

JAY

Man is a lover boy through and through, hands intertwining while he messily makes out with you is literally what he lives for. He's always gentle with you, clutching your hand tightly in his during sex gives him that sense of intimacy, which he so dearly craves.

Favorite position : Missionary

like I said, a lover boy through and through. Eye contact is a must for him to truly get into sex. His hooded gaze will be pivoted to your face, drinking in your pleasure filled expressions, the sight of small whimpers falling from your red lips while your eyes roll to the back of your head, will quite literally drive him crazy. Sharing hot breaths, gasping and moaning into each other's mouths, kissing messily while he pounds you into the sheets. Yup. That's what sex is all about to him. "just want to keep fucking you like this baby" he'd moan into your mouth, sighing in pleasure at feeling you clench around his throbbing length.

JAKE

Hear me out. Jake gets so pussy drunk while fucking into your wet, gummy walls that he'd be the one gripping onto the sheets. Gasping and moaning like a dog in heat while you wrap your hands around his wrists, begging him to slow down. Will he slow down tho? Naaah

Favorite position : Doggy/Reverse cowgirl

If there's something Jake loves more than your pussy, it's your ass. the view of your plush flesh rippling and jiggling while he snaps his hips into yours? Digging his fingers into your soft flesh, spanking it till it turns bright red? Please sign him up for all of the above. The only sounds coming from his mouth will be pathetic whimpers and gasps. will quiet literally cum in his pants if you so much as glance at him from over your shoulder as you grind your ass against his hardening dick. Baby's just too sensitive :(

SUNGHOON

I don't even have to explain myself on this one, like look at the hand placement and tell me it doesn't scream sunghoon. He LOVES the fact that your hands are so fucking tiny, he can quiet literally grab them both in one single hand, pinning them right above your head. It makes his size kink go brrrr.

Favorite position : Mating Press

Just like jay, he craves the feeling of looking into your eyes while fucking you. But in ordinary missionary? Nope. Sunghoon will fold your body in half till your knees press against your chest and your legs hang over his shoulders. the angle being perfect for the purpose of breeding. And breed you, he does. "fuck, keep milking my cock just like that, gonna knock you up" he'd groan, rutting his hips into yours at a pace so fast and rough that it leaves you gasping. The position also gives sunghoon the leverage to spit into your mouth, and God does he love when sex gets messy. He'd be licking into your hot mouth, slurping up your drool while he dicks you down raw.

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choslut · 2 months ago

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ INKED. featuring s. geto.

↻ geto enjoys his job for this exact reason… he gets to give pretty girls like you your first ever tattoo.

tags : tattoos, slight masochism, dirty thoughts, suggestive actions, possessive behaviour, tattoo artist x florist trope, voice kink, dirty talk, praise kink, latex kink (if you squint), implied fingering, marking (literally and figuratively), implied virgin!reader, slight dubcon // wc. 1.1k

author's note : the longest one of the series… and possibly the longest author’s note too. i want to thank everyone who’s supported me throughout this event from the day i released the masterlist all the way up until the last work today!! i know i’ve said that every one of these have been my favourite but why not save the best ‘til last… this very specific image of geto haunts my (wet) dreams 🤤🤤 thank you again for all the support, because of you guys, i managed to go from 200 to over 900 followers !! 💓💓 i can’t thank you more, and i hope you enjoy this last work. this has been luna, and thank you for reading!!

pspsps …. you might want to stick around for my upcoming kinktober. it’s going to be a thriller…

“i would’ve never striked you as the type to want a tattoo, sweetie.” GETO looks at you over the frame of his glasses, eyebrow quirked as he confirms your appointment on his laptop. “and especially not one of this… calibre. is it your first time?”

you nod shyly, eyes averting from his gaze. he looks at the sheet of paper with your desired design on it, and the corners of his lips quirk upwards. a tramp stamp. totally not your type upon first glance.

he’s looking forward to this.

you’re a sweet enough girl. you wear denim miniskirts and baggy floral t-shirts, and your face is almost always bare, save for a few coats of mascara on your eyelashes and the occasional touch of lip gloss to make your features pop. you work in the flower shop across the street, and the only way geto can describe you is cute, and definitely not the type to want such a striking design tattooed on your lower back. it’s in such an intimate position, and he can’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous for the lucky fucker who gets to run their hands all over it whilst he-

“it’s not too… extreme, is it?” you bite your lip nervously. “my friends told me that i should do something out of my comfort zone, so…”

he tears his eyes away from the sheet of paper to look up at you kindly. “it’s beautiful. come this way, we’ll get started now.”

“since it’s your first time, i’ll try to take things slow.” you’re lying flat on your front on the table, skirt pulled down an inch and shirt riding up your stomach. geto stands beside you, rolling up his sleeves and donning his latex gloves before prepping the stencil.

you have such pretty skin, he notes. beautiful and untouched, with such a pretty arch in your spine. he would’ve loved to imagine you positioned like this in different circumstances, but for now, he’s your tattoo artist and you’re his client, so his job is to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

so, to soothe your nerves, he runs his latex-clad fingers along the arch in your spine, splaying his hands across your lower back and smiling when he feels you shiver as a disinfectant wipe comes into contact with your skin.

“i’m just prepping the skin, and then i’ll transfer the stencil. it’ll feel a little cold at first, but hopefully it’ll help calm all those pesky nerves. does that sound alright?” you nod. “good girl.”

shit. it just slipped out, the praise, but then he notices that your muscles start to relax. you like praise. good to know, for next time.

time seems to pass slowly as geto works his magic, plastering the stencil onto your lower back. it’s affecting him, your reactions, and when he finally reveals the potential placement of your totally out-of-character tramp stamp, he has to physically restrain himself from groaning out loud.

the placement — it’s fucking dirty.

geto decides to check up with you before finally starting to prep his equipment. “are you sure about this? it’s your first time, so it might hurt.” he chuckles lightly. “scrap that. it will hurt, but i’ll try to make it quick so that you feel the least amount of pain as possible.”

“i…” your voice dies in your throat when you feel his fingers trace the outline of your preeminent tattoo. “ ‘m a bit nervous. never done this before.”

“mm, i know, angel. you have such a beautiful body… i’d be honoured to mark it up some more next time.”

oh. you know (read: think) there’s no underlying intent to his words, but the way his honeyed voice purrs behind you has a stream of wetness start to build inside of you, and you try to discreetly clench your thighs to quell the dull ache in between your legs, praying that geto doesn’t notice.

he does. if he wasn’t mistaken, this might just be your kink: being left merciless whilst someone toys with your body. he doesn’t overstep though, just teases, running his hands along your bare legs. “how about here next time? i could ink a pretty little flower on your ankle, or maybe some initials… yours, of course.”

geto rathers he mark his initials on your ankle, but again, boundaries. to stop himself from saying anything that’ll have you bolting out of the studio in a millisecond, he finally sits in his chair, picking up the needle and scooting towards you. “are you ready, sweetheart? this is going to hurt, so tell me if you want me to let up at any time.”

you won’t. he knows you won’t, because the feeling of his fingers on your skin is intoxicating for you given the way your toes begin to curl in your flats as he steadies his hands on your lower back. “relax, love. it’ll hurt less.”

the needle pierces your skin, ink blooming as geto begins his work. the feeling… it’s strange, given the fact that it’s quite literally repeated pinpricks on your back. but it feels strangely good paired with geto’s hands on your back, and his smooth voice praising you all the way through.

“oh, you’re doing such a good job for your first time, love. i’ve never seen anyone react so well.”

“does it feel alright? wouldn’t want to cause any harm to this precious body of yours.”

“i’m almost finished. you’ve been such a good client, i wouldn’t mind inking you again.”

all of it goes straight to your head, and the pain of the needle is replaced with instant euphoria as your mind fills with lewd images of geto fucking you in this exact position, hands on your lower back in the same way as he eases inside of you. and his voice, good lord, his voice… he would totally talk you through it, his rich grumble echoing in your ear as he guides you to orgasm.

“you’re taking it so well, aren’t you, baby? that’s my good girl.”

“fuck yes, angel, just like that… oh, you’re so damn perfect.”

“you’re close? cum for me, baby. need to feel you, atta girl…”

before you know it, a moan slips from your lips, and you immediately dread geto’s reaction.

“did you just…?”

your cheeks are on fire. “n-no! sorry, it hurt a little bit there. i should be fine though, you can keep going.”

he quirks an eyebrow. “well then, the fault is mine entirely. allow me to make it up to you? i’d feel horrible for hurting you, after all.”

your slight nod is all he needs and suddenly he’s finishing up and wrapping your tramp stamp before prying your thighs apart and slipping his latex-clad fingers into your dripping panties.

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mariasont · 5 months ago

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Training Day - A.H

a/n: you all wanted more bimbo!assistant!reader and i'm a woman of the people so here we are

on a real note i love her and she is my queen

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you don't understand why hotch is giving you training lessons, but apparently he thinks you need it

warnings: talking about men following her in public YUCK, hotch trying to train reader, reader not knowing what's going on, cuties being cute

wc: 0.8k

"I still don't really know why we're doing this."

You were grumbling more than was characteristic for you, with every part of your body, your arms, your legs, and even your ass, suffering from a dull ache--sadly, not the result of any enjoyable pastime. After being knocked over more times than you cared to count, Hotch extended his hand toward you. You gladly took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

Your fingers deftly pulled at your pink tracksuit top over the sliver of abdomen that that had been revealed in your less-than-graceful take down. Hotch had pointed out the impracticality of your outfit when you showed up, but you stood firm on the principle that if early training sessions were expected of you, then your attire would be non-negotiable.

"Because I want to be confident in your abilities to defend yourself." His arms folded over his chest as his gaze bore into you, challenging you to contradict him.

"I'm just here to look pretty and answer your phones, crime-fighting isn't in my job description. That's your thing, Mr."

You shuffled back to your original position anyway, hands coming up to shield your face as you mentally sorted through the steps, or at least tried to, struggling to recall the correct foot placement.

"Shoulder width apart."

It's like he could read your mind. You were not entirely convinced that he couldn't.

"Crime-fighting doesn't have to be your thing," Hotch stated, narrowing the gap between you, his hands firmly correcting your stance. You sometimes found an excuse to stand just so, hoping he would step in to manhandle you into place. "But being part of the BAU, even peripherally, means you're not immune to risks. I need to know you can handle yourself... for my piece of mind."

"Sir, is this like, your super-secret way of showing you care?"

Your lips twisted into a half-smile as his hands clasped your waist a little tighter than necessary: a warning that said you were playing with fire. His fingers then moved to direct yours, positioning them closer to your face, his knuckles lightly grazing across your cheek in the process.

"Eyes on me, stay focused."

"My eyes are always on you, sir," you say, your head canting to one side.

He released a controlled breath, giving you a level look that signaling you were pushing it. Nevertheless, you flashed him a beaming smile and initiated the move he had been drilling into you. The tip of your elbow made contact with the soft of his stomach.

He issued a muted groan as he intercepted your arm, preventing it from digging further, and in a fluid motion he spun you around, pinning your backside to his front.

"That was perfect, right?" you squealed, your fist shooting up in victory.

The sudden jump caused his hands to shift from your arm, finding a new perch on your hips to steady your... enthusiastic bounce.

You whirled in his grasp, the proximity sending a faint hum through his chest. Clearing his throat, he managed. "Yes, uh, that was it."

Clutching his shirt, the fabric crumpled beneath your purple-tipped fingers, you giggled. "Just imagine someone trying to follow me to my car now. They wouldn't know what hit 'em!"

"Is that a common occurrence?" The lines of his face gathered into that customary look of concern, that characteristic frown of his making an appearance.

He gently disentangled your hands from his shirt, not letting go, but rather laying his atop of yours.

"Well, sometimes, but I usually just call Morgan, put him on speaker, and he starts talking about the FBI stuff," you explained, giving a light shrug that nudged the zipper of your jacket down just a smidge. "They take off after that."

He clenched his eyes shut, pausing momentarily before reopening it. One hand let go of yours to adjust the zipper back to its proper position.

"That makes my stomach hurt." And it did. "Don't hesitate to call me when that happens. I'll come get you."

Your smile stretched ear to ear, potent enough to make him feel lightheaded. "You know, with all these trainings, who needs to call for help?"

"How about we compromise, and you still call me, regardless?"

You pout your lips, shiny with clear gloss rather than your usual pink. "That sounds less like a compromise and more like a you thing, ya know?"

Hotch's laughter rumbled from his chest, a warm, breathy sound, as he let go of your hands, which he realized he had been holding far longer than appropriate, and guided you to the door.

"You don't appreciate the added precautions I'm willing to take for your safety?"

Dragging your sneaker on the floor, you plucked your bag from the wall as Hotch closed the door behind you. "Gee, when you say it like that..."

When you walked down the hall you seemed to be perfectly in step.

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carmenberzattosgf · 3 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/threadbaresweater/759425492071956480/dick-so-good-you-cant-make-eye-contact-with-him?source=share

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Please please please this with Carmy while you have a secret fuck buddies thing going on with him. None of the staff at the restaurant has any idea about it.

After a terrible, terrible day at the restaurant, Carmy invites you over to his place, which really only means one thing; he wants to let his frustration out by fucking you.

Carmen does just that. He can't even wait long enough to get you into his bedroom. The second you're in through the door he kisses you roughly, already reaching down to undo the button of your pants. You gasp into his mouth when his hand slips into the waistband of your underwear.

“Already soaked, huh?” He chuckles. Carmy removes his hand quickly, though, pushing your pants and underwear down to your ankles. He directs you to lay back on his couch while he takes off his shirt, and kicks off his slacks. You prop yourself up in your forearms to look at Carmen. His eyes are blown with desire. He can’t help but palm himself over his boxers to relieve some pressure.

“You good with this?” he asks, voice free of any judgement. Carmy always checks before he goes too far.

“I’m here aren’t I?” You see the way he’s looking at you, so you widen your legs. “Please, Carm.”

“Flip over. Hands and knees,” he commands in a tone much similar to that he uses in the kitchen.

“Yes, chef,” you respond with a grin before flipping over onto your stomach. You rest your chest on the couch cushion, letting you sink into a deep arch.

A low groan leaves his throat at the way you’ve arched your back for him. You’re completely exposed, arousal dripping down your thighs. “Holy shit—such a fucking slut sometimes,” he mumbles. His hands trace over the skin of your waist.

“What can I say? You bring it out in me—fuck!” You can’t finish your thought because Carmy thrusts into you in the middle of your sentence.

His pace is the opposite of gentle. Carmen’s hips pound into you roughly, sending a loud sound of skin against skin across the room. He has one hand holding onto your waist in a bruising grip, while the other rests on the small of your back. He presses down with the palm of his hand to keep you in a deep arch.

The way his cock hits inside of you from this position makes your head spin. Every time he bottoms out, an uncontrolled whine leaves your mouth. “Carm—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“That’s it—take it like a good girl f’me,” he spits out. “So pretty falling apart on my cock. What do you think the staff would think if they knew I had you like this? That my cock makes you this brainless?”

So that night, Carmy fucks you on his couch, then his bed, before finally eating you out while you sit on the bathroom counter. You didn’t think you would be able to walk into work the next morning, but you manage.

You spend the majority of the day avoiding eye contact with Carmy at all costs. Your cheeks flush when he passes by you, placing his hand on the small of your back so he can squeeze past you. The placement of his hand reminds you of how you were on the couch last night. You gasp softly at the touch.

Carmy pauses, feeling you tense up. When he looks at your blushing face, though, he realizes the issue. He leans down, lips right by your ear as he speaks. “Don’t get shy on me now, not with how you were acting last night.” He chuckles lowly into your ear, amused by how easy it is to get a rise out of you.

It was going to be a very long day at work.

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malfoys-demigod · 3 months ago

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Hiii I don’t know if you write these type of things but could you write a fluff where reader and Logan have a baby girl and their planning their birthday party with some of the X-men? Thanks!!

Planning for the baby girl’s 1st birthday party

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Logan Howlett x Reader

A/N: I kinda divided scenes into 2 scenarios and made the baby girl almost 1 year old! I hope that was okay, love! Enjoy!

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Preparations for the Cake:

“Would it be a cliche if we decided on strawberry cake since we’re throwing a birthday party for a baby girl?”

This was an important question asked by Rogue, who tasked herself with baking the cake.

You looked at Logan with an inquisitive look. This first birthday party for your child was sincerely important and as much as you wanted to throw a classic first birthday party, you somehow did not want to turn classic into typical.

“She does make a point, Logan.” You noted, putting a finger on your chin as you started brewing deep thoughts on a question Logan thought didn’t need much pondering.

“Doll, it’s not like she’s gonna remember the taste of her first birthday cake,” he chuckled lightly, hoping you wouldn’t take that comment seriously by any chance.

What he got in return was you, trying your best to pull off a serious look, but the corners of your mouth said something else. “You are definitely not getting any cake! AT ALL!”

Logan took a step closer, playing a better game than you with a better serious look. “Is that right, darl?”

As he was towering over you, unsure of whether to kiss you or just keep making you flustered, Rogue, forgetting about her two parent figures being right in front, made a really, really bad fake cough sound.

“Can’t you two continue that later? In your bedroom? I really need to know what to bake! Don’t you guys want to taste it out before the party?”

“Strawberry’s fine, Marie,” Logan murmured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead and breaking eye contact between the two of you to give a small nod to his daughter figure.

The decorations:

“Oh, aren’t these balloons just the cutest!” You said in awestruck.

Storm and Jean came back from shopping around town, buying all sorts of decorations from balloons, banners, balloons shaped into letters, etc.

They let you and Logan walk around the living room of the mansion alone, strategizing where to place all the newly-bought decorations.

Using your powers, you started floating around the room, drafting placements for the balloons first, placing them around the wall that included the fireplace while Logan was pumping air into the rest of the balloons.

As you placed some tape on the balloons, you heard a loud pop, followed by a loud, “SHIT!”, and… followed by another loud pop and same curse.

You looked down to the ground, seeing Logan standing with agitation on his face. He was looking around the two balloons he popped, now onto you as you flew towards him.

“Logan, hey,” you landed, walking to him, “Are you alright?”

You placed your hands on his face, cupping him with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I think I made the balloons too big and they suddenly popped after that.”

It seemed Logan felt bad about the two wasted balloons. He looked down and muttered a small sorry, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

A small chuckle came out of your mouth, adoring your ‘tough guy’ significant other act so unease about such a small issue. “They were just two balloons, Logan,” you assured him, “How ‘bout I take over pumping out the last balloons for now and you can place the ready ones around, yeah?”

Logan expressed tenderness, smiling at his loved one and planting a short but loving kiss on your lips.

He turned around, picking up the balloons and placing them beside the ones you placed.

Before he could place more, he looked over to you as you were pumping air into the balloons and said, “Hey,” he said, getting your attention, “How’d I get so lucky?”

There was a twinkle in your eye as you heard his question, “You already know my answer, Logan.”

Logan turned around again, now smiling from ear to ear to himself, still unable to process the fact that he got an amazing woman by his side, and now.. an amazing little piece of him and his woman in the form of a dear baby girl.

Whether he was nonchalant about it or not, he’s been dying to throw his baby girl the best birthday party he and his significant other could ever give.

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𐙚 : HAND PLACEMENTS (reactions) ֶָ֢ !

request: riize hand placement ! (smut ver.) 🤓☝🏻

authors note. i hope you like it love 💕.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !

his hands sneakily under the table in between your thighs, pinching them as they find their way to your clothed clit, his face with a permanent smile as he continues to talk to his friend who sat across the table like he wasn't making you go mad from his torment, pulling your panties to the side tapping your sticky clit, teasing you even further.

𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !

his hand around your neck; he knows he has the power, hearing your gasps as he squeezes, cutting off your oxygen enough to make your mind go fuzzy as he fucks you, he does this on and off, calling you a nasty whore for allowing him to control wether you die or not just so you can cum like slut, of course he's not gonna kill you though.

𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

around your shoulders; on your boob specifically. sungchan loves your tits, like if he could take you everywhere just so he can touch your tits he would. he's shameless as fuck as well so you both could just be chilling with everyone in the room and here comes sungchan putting his arm around your shoulder, his hand landing on your boobs giving you a little squeeze and a smile, please never wear bras around himm

𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !

smirking with you let out a scream when he presses down on your stomach, as he buries his cock inside you, his dancer hips moving fluidly as he mocks you for how dumb you look begging for his cock when he's already inside you, and he's already in your stomach and can't get any deeper.

𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !

his hand coming up, grabbing your cheeks; he wants eye contact when he's fucking you, he wants to see how your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts deeply inside you , kissing you while holding your face in place, pulling away giving you another deep thrust, gasping as he kept thrusting over and over, pulling multiple orgasms out of you.

𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !

fuck sohee loves when you ride him, like the way you tighten around him when he grabs your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock, both your heads thrown back as you bounce on him, using him to chase your orgasm. holding down you tightly by your waist bucking up into you as he cums inside you with a loud moan.

𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !

at first he's shy but further in the relationship, he'll have no problem touching your ass, it was his favorite pastime, especially when your making out, his hands almost immediately finds your ass , squeezing it at your tongues fight for dominance, sometimes it's you , sometimes it's him, it doesn't matter, but his hands are always on your ass regardless of who's in charge.

©️LUVYENI

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