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queenofallimagines · 2 years ago

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Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.

You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌

** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭

Part 1

Lucifer:

- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈

- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??

- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard

- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)

- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked

- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo

- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest

- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze

- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it

- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”

- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content

- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges

- Leaves bite marks all over your chest

Mammon:

- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them

- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view

- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open

- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate

- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face

- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them

- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them

- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry

- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”

- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em

- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them

- Leaves bite marks on em too

Levi:

- hentai watcher loves huge boobs

- Fighting worse than mammon

- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it

- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy

- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you

- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep

- Completely immobilized

- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day

- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once

- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you

- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”

- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you

- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head

- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”

- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”

Satan:

- yeah he’s literally just a cat

- Lays on them and paws at them

- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt

- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you

- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer

- Cat lingerie

- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together

- “Mind warming my hands?”

- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”

- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you

- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄

- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside

- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”

- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also

- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging

- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”

- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you

Asmo:

- Hear me out but it starts out normal

- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits

- So you and him are shopping 24/7

- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras

- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted

- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them

- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization

- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body

- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk

- Watching how they move when you breathe

- Fr like a scorpion about to strike

- And you’re none the wiser

- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones

- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face

- “Open wide dear~”

- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else

- Body worship KING

Beel:

- whew

- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft

- Good enough to eat

- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks

- Sucking them like his life depends on it

- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger

- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants

- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt

- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord

- Offers to pick you up a lot

- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily

- Will massage them bc his hands are huge

- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”

- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you

- “Mc you taste so good”

- Hickeys will be there for weeks

- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK

Belphie:

- a clown

- Circus king actually

- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it

- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭

- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal

- “Mmm your really soft mc”

- Whole body a stress ball😐

- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest

- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you

- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿

- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation

- Going to sleep is his escape card

- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr

- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between

- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf

- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!

- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them

- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you

- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze

- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake

- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior

- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires

- No flowery words or poetic phrases

- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum

- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭

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outofboundsarchives · 1 year ago

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virgin charlie walker has me in a chokehold

OH MY GOD. This one completely got away from me and turned into just absolute filth. Thank you for the inspo Anon!

(As always my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)

/Fem reader/

•Charlie wouldn't say he was a virgin by choice. There was just a lack of desire to lose it. He didn't see the point in pursuing someone just for sex so he left it at that.

•Don't get him wrong, that didn't mean he doesn't want to. He was horny all the damn time. But he sort of got used to it, being pent up all day and then jerking off until he came 2-3 times that night.

•He never sought anyone out for their sex appeal. He didn't care what anyone really looked like in the porn he watched or looked at anyone with lust or need.

•Until you.

•It was one of those unpredictably hot autumn days. The ones where the mornings are so cold you can feel it in your bones, but the afternoons are sticky, and you want to peel your skin off.

•You knew it was going to get humid when you excitedly dug your favorite knit sweater out from your closet, but you couldn't resist. Halloween was so close, and you were ready for that fun, cozy feeling.

•But as the day crept on, you regretted your decision. By the time you made it to after school cinema club (one of the few classrooms without AC) you couldn't take it anymore and decided since school was over, there was no harm in you just wearing a tank top.

•You felt the instant relief of chills over your sweaty skin. You felt like you had been suffocating all day and could finally breathe. You let out a satisfied sigh through your nose and continued to listen to Robbie talk about finale girl syndrome or whatever he was on about.

•But Charlie felt anything but relief, his hands twitched as they gripped the edge of the teachers desk he leaned against. He crossed one leg in front of the other, his cock growing hard against his jeans as he stood in front of his peers. Your cleavage on full display as you rested your chest against the table.

•He couldn't focus, his mind overcome with images of your nipple rolling between his pointer finger and thumb. He imagined the sharp gasp you'd take before he pressed your soft tits together and slide his lubed cock between them.

•He thought about how hot your skin would feel, how your mouth would drop open as he came across your chest, smearing his dick against your breasts while beads of cum dripped down you.

•It didn't take long for him to become obsessed with you. Following you around, using every excuse to talk to you. Watching you get ready for bed.

•With your constant interaction, eventually, you two developed a friendship, and before you knew it, you fell hard for the outgoing nerd. Little by little, you tried making your attraction for him obvious, but he never reciprocated.

•One night, you decided to invite him over for a movie night. It was just before Halloween, and you were tired of dropping hints that he wasn't picking up.

•Charlie of course, said yes, jumping at the opportunity to watch his favorite horror movies. The fact that it was with the girl he couldn't stop fantasizing about made it all the better.

•You had seen Stab a million times, but you were still captivated by Charlie's excitement and little facts he'd spew.

•But you were starting to get restless. You weren't even at the halfway point before you decided to place your hand on his upper thigh. You could feel his body tense next to yours, but you kept going when he didn't push your hand away.

•As your palm brushed over his clothed groin, you feel his dick pulse, already painfully hard against your hand.

•"A-ahh fuck..." He whispered as his eyes closed and his head fell against the back of the couch. You watch as his palms open and squeeze shut, desperately trying to keep himself from thrusting up into your hand.

•"You're so hard, Charlie," you say in a mocking tone, teasing him as you continue to touch him. His hips squirm beneath your grasp, needy for more friction.

•"Yeah, yeah I...fuck I'm sorry," He groans before pulling his plush bottom lip between his teeth. You giggle at his apology, soaking in his reaction.

•"Would you like some help?" You ask with a smirk. Charlie is only able to look at you with a slightly confused look before you're leaning over his lap, pulling at his belt before opening the front of his jeans.

•You hear him take a deep breath as his cock pushes against his underwear, the tip turning the light gray fabric a darker hue. You pull back the waist band to reveal his leaking tip. Before he has time to even process what you're doing, your lips are wrapping around him.

•Charlie jolts with a choked breath. He didn't expect your mouth to feel so warm. His hands instantly pull your hair out of your face so he can watch as you sink down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper.

•His hips lift off the couch slightly to meet the back of your throat before he mutters a quick "sorry" and tries to keep his body still.

•His chest falls quickly with each breath he takes, your cheeks hollowing out around him as your tongue pushes against the bottom of his cock. He looks down at you with fascination as he watches you move up and down.

•Charlie let's out a stuttered groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his head before you take him deeper into your throat again.

•"f-fuck!" He moans through clenched teeth. His free hand runs through his own hair, gripping at his scalp tightly. He wished he wasn't so sensitive, wished he had more experience, so that familiar knot in his stomach wasn't approaching as fast, but it was.

•His hips start to push into your mouth again, his tip hitting the back of your throat and then some. You slowed the bobbing of your neck as he pushed past your lips. He chases the rhythm you created and starts to thrust a bit quicker.

•Both of his hands slide through your hair as he holds your head in place as he fucks himself into your mouth.

•He tilts his head, watching as your lips slide up and down his cock, your tits almost spilling out of your shirt as they squish against his thigh. The sight drives him insane, his breath quickening as he feels his release.

•"Wait...wait hold on i...stop I don't wanna cum yet," He struggles as he tries to pull your head away but you don't budge. You take him deeper, your throat convulsing as you swallow around him and he's done for.

•His body rocks forward, his hands grapsing your head as he thrusts up into your mouth and spills down your throat. Your nails dig into his denim covered thighs as you take every last drop.

•You sit up again, wiping the droll from your lips and chin as you look at his flushed face.

•"Shit I'm sorry I, it all happened so fast," He huffs as he looks at you apologetically.

•"It's okay Charlie, most guys don't last that long, or even for more than one round," you try to reassure. Suddenly, his hands are on your shoulders, and he's pushing your back into the couch and crawling between your spreads legs.

•"I-I can go another round...i.. just, you gotta give me a minute," He says a little out of breath. You chuckle at his enthusiasm.

•His eyes wander down your body. He uses one hand to hold himself up while the other starts to grope your covered breast.

•"I-is this okay?" He asks quietly, as if being too direct will scare you away.

•You bite your lip and smile at his cautiousness. "You can do more than that if you want,"

•The second those words leave your mouth, Charlie hooks his finger into the front of your low collared shirt and pulls it down, taking the front of your bra with it until you spill out over the top. His hand immediately grabs your breast, squishing it in his hand as he leans down and takes the other into his mouth.

•He moans louder than you at the sensation. You're softer than he could have ever imagined, his tongue lapping at your perked nipple.

•You can already feel that he's hard again, his hips rocking his exposed cock against the rough fabric of your shorts.

•His fingers grab and squeeze your tits as his tongue rolls around your nipple. Your body arches up into his as the feeling shoots straight to your core.

•"I need you baby...want you to fuck me so bad," You moan in his ear. His movements come to a stop as he looks up at you, spit coating his pink lips.

•"i-ive never uh..."

•He's too embarrassed to say it. His body almost delates at the idea of you being turned off and calling it quits from his lack of experience. He seems genuinely confused when you shake your head and smile.

•"I didn't ask that Charlie, I said I want you to fuck me," You almost command as you reach down, pulling your shorts off of one leg. Charlie's eyes quickly drift down to your soaking panties before letting out a soft breath.

•He sits up until he's on his knees between your thighs. He pushes his hair back from his face as he watches you push the fabric down your thighs. His eyes are latched onto your dripping cunt as he reaches forward to help you take them off.

•"You can touch me Charlie, you don't have to be so scared,"

•His eyes drift up towards yours before going back down to the task in front of him. He scoots down the couch until he's almost on his stomach, his face between your knees.

•You feel Charlie's hands on the back of your thighs where they meet your ass before his thumbs slide against your slit, pulling your lips open. The sensation causes you to squirm so he does it again, his digits sliding against your labia, spreading you open and observing your most sensitive area before you feel his breath against your clit. You take in a shuddering breath before the tip of his tongue gently licks against you.

•Instant waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you let out a small yelp. Charlie looks back up at you before leaning forward and doing it again, this time applying more pressure. Your body sinks into the couch as your legs spread more.

•He takes this as a good sign and pushes his faces fully against you, his tongue lapping up and down your pussy. You hear him groan as his eyes flutter closed, the taste of you melting across his tongue.

•Charlie wasn't stupid. He had watched plenty of porn and knew what giving head was. He had just never experienced it. You didn't taste like strawberries or flowers like those shitty romance movies would say. You tasted like you, and that made him want more.

•Your hand quickly tangled in his hair, pulling his face up just a little higher as he swirled his tongue around you. He was eating you like a man starved, all those weeks of jerking off to the thought of you finally coming to fruition.

•He moved his hands from spreading you open to wrapping around your thighs and pulling you against his face. With this new leverage he pulled your hips onto his knees, your cunt angled toward his face before he dipped his tongue lower.

•"OH! Fuck," you whine as you bite your lip, not expecting this level of aggression.

•He just wanted to taste more of you but bumped his nose against your clit. You gasped before letting out a strained moan so he did it again, and again. His tongue burying itself inside you, fucking your entrance as he moved his face back and forth, his nose grinding against you.

•Your legs tensed, and you started to shake as praises and begs fell from your lips. You let out a loud whimper as he pulled his face away.

•His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He ignored your cries as he pulled you more into his lap.

•Your knees were bent and pushed towards your chest as he drug his fingers up a down your slit.

•"Taste so fucking good baby, fuck" He groaned as your juices dripped from his chin. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at you, a thick blush spreading across his face and ears. He pushed his fingers against your entrance, sliding his two middle fingers in at once. You yelped in surprise and cried out his name.

•"Is that good baby?" He asked, concerned by your sudden reaction. Once you chuckled and nodded, he started to pump his fingers in and out.

•"Could have you fuck my face all day, wanna taste this all the fucking time," He rambled before pressing his tongue against you again.

•Your body was almost convusling at this point, his tongue mixing with the curve of his fingers quickly bringing you to orgasm.

•"Please Charlie, please I'm gonna cum!" You whimper and he keeps his pace steady as he brings you over the edge.

•H-holy shit I, I can feel it," He says mostly to himself as you cry out and clench around him. Your cum soaks his hand and starts to drip down your bent torso. Charlie removes his fingers before burying his face in you again.

•"ah! I-its too much!" You moan as you grab his hair but he doesn't relent. His tongue laps at you as he savors the taste of your cum. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your lower back

•Cum and saliva connect strands from your pussy to his face as he pulls back again. He hugs your hips with his arms as he looks down at you.

•"W-was that okay?" He asks a little nervously.

•"Never had head like that before..." You pant. You both breathe heavily for a moment as you catch your breath, but Charlie's dick is still pressing into you, and you chuckle. "Do you think you're up for another round yet?" You ask as you bite your lip again.

•He pushes his hair out of his face as he looks down at you. "It's okay, we don't have to if- I mean if you don't want to that's okay i"

•You wiggle your hips until his cock presses against your ass. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't okay," You reassure.

•He takes a breath before his eyes fall to his lap. He grabs your legs a little tighter as he sits up, pushing his tip between your thighs and against your clit. You gasp at the sensation before he pulls back and rolls his hips forward again, savoring the feeling of the slick heat between your legs.

•"Oh god...fuck you're so warm...can I put it in? Please...please let me put it in. " He inhales through clenched teeth.

•"Charlie please.." You whine before he pulls back again. He presses the back of your thighs against his chest and puts your legs over his shoulder before slowly sinking into you. His mouth drops open, and he whimpers, the feeling of him stretching your walls almost too much to handle.

•"Fuck...so good feels so good..." He hisses as he pulls out and pushes forward again.

•He's not scream queen massive, but he's decently sized and thicker than most. Your thighs tremble as you feel him push deeper and deeper until he finally bottoms out. He lets out a low moan and stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling.

•You clench around him, your body adjusting to the stretch as his eyes slowly open as he looks down at you. His gaze is half lidded, and his lips are parted as he releases a shuddering breath.

•He pulls back, letting his head almost slip from your cunt before sinking back in again. You both moan at the feeling as he repeats his actions. His head rests against your calf before he kisses and bites your leg.

•"Charlie!" You inhale sharply. His hands spread your legs before he pushes his body down against yours, the new angle shifting him deeper. You cry out before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and fisting your hands in his hair.

•His hips slam against yours and your legs twitch. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his fluffy hair tickling your face, and he whimpers. The sound long and drawn out.

•His arms snake between your back and the cushion before holding you tight to his chest and starts to hammer into you.

•"Fuck!" You gasp as the wet sounds of skin hitting skin full your tiny living room.

•"it's okay, you're okay, baby...you feel so good, so good for me," He whines as he hugs you tighter.

•"Charlie...Charlie you can slow down," You try to breathe, but his grip feels suffocating.

•"Mine...you're all mine, no one else's." He rambles as his lips latch onto your neck. "So perfect, so soft," He groans as he thrusts.

•Charlie was getting lost in the feeling of you. His head was fuzzy like he wasn't all there.

•That day from cinema club plays in his mind. He was distracted that whole hour, wondering what it would feel like to take your breast in his mouth and hear you whimper as he bit down on your nipple. You got caught up talking to one of your friends and forgot your sweater on the desk. He told Robbie he would catch up with him later, that he needed to do a few things first.

•He bit his cuticles until they bled, until he couldn't hear the sounds of foot steps and fading chatter anymore. He fought with himself, told himself he was disgusting for what he was going to do, but he did it anyway. He walked over, grabbing the sweater and leaned against the desk again. He paused for a moment before bringing the fabric up to his face, inhaling deeply as his other hand made quick work of his belt. He grabbed his aching cock tightly as he started to stroke it.

•The pent up energy from having a raging hard on and the smell of your perfume and the image of your perfect tits pushed up on the desk had him spill his seed onto the soft fabric. The gratification was gone instantly after he realized the mess he had made. That night, he took your sweater home and washed it, making sure to take good care of it before it had a chance to stain. He would never forget that smell.

•That smell that engulfed every fiber of his being as he nuzzled against your neck and pounded into you mercilessly.

•You could feel his muscles shaking as he held his weight above you. His breathing started to become uneven and small whines fell from his lips. His behavior was almost animalistic.

•He shifted his weight to one arm as his hand slid between your sweating bodies, his thumb sliding between your folds and rubbing circles around your clit.

•"ah!" You yelp as your hands twist in his hair. You hear him whimper against you before his teeth sink into your shoulder causing you to cry out again.

•He would bite and suck on your shoulder before swirling his tongue around the wounded area and repeating the action over and over.

•The feeling became unbearable, and you pull his hair hard until he lifts his head. His mouth hung open as he moaned lewdly, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling.

•"You're close again...i-i can feel it," He whines before his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "Please, please cum on me....wanna feel you cum,"

•He leans his head down, taking your nipple between his teeth and swirling his tongue over the nub. Every touch, every sensation was like a pull in your stomach.

•His thumb swipes over you a few more times before your muscles tighten, and you feel the snap.

•You clench around him as you cum, letting out strained moans as he continues to pound into you. You body goes slightly limp against the couch but he doesn't stop.

•"Charlie.." You huff as you try to take in a full breath.

•"I-i know, I know," He whines as he presses his face against your neck again. "So close baby, please,"

•His arms slip under your back again as he hugs you against him and slams into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your nails dig into his back, and suddenly he stops.

•His moan is almost like a sob, his legs trembling and cock twitching as heat explodes in your stomach. His body thrusts forward slightly as he pumps you full of cum, his grip almost crushing as he fills you up.

•You both lay there for a moment, panting and trying to gather yourselves before he slowly sits up. He grabs the base of his cock and watches as he slides out of you.

•As your walls try to clench around him, you feel his cum drip out of you. You watch as he stares at your used hole before he reaches forward swipes his finger up your slit and pushes his cum back into you.

•"S-stop its...it's too much," You groan as you try to close your legs. He pulls his hand away but keeps your legs spread open.

•"Sorry, You just look so good," He smiles as a thick blush creeps across his face again.

•His eyes never leave your body, completely taken with how red your pussy became from his abuse, the urge to kiss and lick your sensitive areas overtaking him.

•"Can we do it again?"

Aaahhhh sorry for any mistakes and for how long it took to post. As always requests are open for any Rory Culking characters!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #ghostface smut #ghostface

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chaotic-iguana · 1 year ago

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how about a five where Javi rejects the reader, so the reader like gets really sad, but one day Javi hears she is going on a date (is not true, Murphy made it up) and he rushed to her apartment and confesses and reader is like ?? What are you talking about, super angsty but super fluffy? Pleaseeee

Out of time | javier peña x f! reader

summary: javi rejects reader. repents like the idiot he is. (i love him) he is a FOOL in love. fight me.

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: rejection, angst and fluff, hurt and comfort basically, happy ending.

A/N: i got you, anon. this promt is the perfect apology for the last one. repentance fr. love u ALL. let me know what you think. also nothing against “hippies” just giving murphy pov. i do however as an indian have a bone to pick with fake white yoga gurus. it’s gotta be appropriation.

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Javi had never been heartless before. Never been cruel before. Now, as you pointedly hunched over your desk in an effort to ignore the chortles and cheap jokes that kept sounding from the men crowded around his desk as they all stood around a nameless note someone -you- had slipped onto his desk.

He laughed boisterously with them, before crumpling the paper in his fist and dropping it into the bin next to his chair. You refused to so much as raise your head and look his way, feeling the crushing wave of heartbreak sweeping through you. It wasn’t until you felt a tear on your cheek that you realised that you had started crying, and so you muttered an excuse about getting some coffee before rushing to the bathroom and sobbing in a closed stall. So much for Valentine’s day.

It wasn’t until the end of the day, when you saw him walking your way in the parking lot, that you met his eyes. And you could see, with the set of his jaw; the arch of his brows, that he knew. Before you could scramble into your car, he was yelling after you.

“Is your new hobby being extended to everyone or did I win the lucky draw? Cute note.”

Oh, that bastard.

You scoffed, looking him straight in the eye. “Call it a moment of weakness, Peña. Thought I felt something for you, and it was Valentine’s day. Pretty sure all I feel now is rage, you asshole.”

A laugh from him. “Don’t be like that, hermosa. Let me know if you feel something between your legs for me, alright?”

Scowling, you turned from him and got into your car. You could have sworn he looked like a kicked puppy as you pulled out of the parking. These past few weeks, you had caught him looking at you more often. Finding excuses to touch you more often, too. A hand on your back, fingers accidentally grazing yours, his knee pressed against your thigh in Murphy’s backseat. Fucking idiot. You didn’t even know if you were madder at him or yourself. You know him. All of fucking Bogota knows him. God knows how you were foolish enough to think he felt anything except for between his legs.

A few months go by, excruciatingly slowly. It’s as if time itself has decided to fuck with you. You miss his gaze on you, his hands, his smile, him. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague. Stopped looking at him even when he was in the same room, hardly spoke to him even if it was in the middle of a raid, declined Connie’s many many invitations to parties you knew he’d be at. It was just easier to pretend that February the 14th had been a completely normal day. You’re just tired of all of it. It would have been easier not to have said anything at all.

What you were completely unaware of, however, was that you had a sneaky little shit for a partner. The fact that he had clocked what was going on immediately was completely unbeknownst to you. Both of you pining silently with what Steve dubbed “moony heart eyes”, the radio silence, and the fact that you had stopped talking to Connie just so you didn’t have to show up to her parties? Something had gone wrong. Initially, Steve thought that maybe Javi had made an unwanted move on you - and had damn near scuffed him to death - until he saw Javi’s eyes the next day. Haunted. It seemed that you had managed to take more out of the man than Escobar had. But you weren’t faring much better, either. Irritated and tired and grumbly all the time, refusing to so much as look in Javi’s direction. But you both were pretty much just staying out of each other’s ways, not causing any trouble, so he let it go. For now.

But then Steve and Javi had to chase a lead down together, and Javi introduced him to an informant who - with a little imagination - looked like your spitting image. The same hair, terrifying similar voice, and a lopsided grin, just like yours. And it clicked. The day that had started it all, and the “anonymous” note Javi had gotten. The idiocy with which you both had handled the situation made him want to run unarmed into a sicario’s den, but he came up with another idea instead.

Just before a weekend he knew on good authority that you had no plans except for lounging in bed, he started nudging and hinting to Javi the randomest shit about you. Just to reignite the interest. Almost like, you know - bait.

“Man, her hair looks good. I wonder if she got it done?”

“Hey Peña, d’ya reckon that’s a new skirt? Connie’d kill me if I didn’t ask where from”

“Javi - look - she got her nails done. Before an op? Doesn’t that get a bit…impractical? Hey, I’m jus’ asking.”

Each time, Steve was met with an irritated eyeroll, scoff, or just flat-out ignored. But around midnight on Friday, he ‘bust out the big guns’, so to speak, making an offhanded comment while jutting his chin out in the direction of your chair.

“Good thing she left early. Never woulda made it to the date tomorrow mornin’ otherwise.”

Which, instead of being met with the usual options, was met with Javi’s brain almost short circuiting. The sight of his friend, gaping like a fish as his eyes practically bulged out of his head while he stammered out the easiest one-syllable word in the English language is one Steve can never forget. Or let Javi forget, either.

“W-wha-what?”

And so, like the most devious matchmaker on the planet, Steve proceeded to make up some utter bullshit about a boy he’d supposedly seen you around with, one that had apparently asked you out tonight to meet him for ‘brunch’ tomorrow. Just to fuck with Javi, he made the guy from LA, and a tourist. And white. And the kinda hippie who did yoga and spoke about his newly-discovered chakras all the time.

Javier could feel the blind panic clawing at his chest, his heart threatening to burst. He didn’t know exactly why, but he had hated every single second you hadn’t spoken to him. Laughed at his jokes. Flashed him your smile, even the sarcastic one. He missed your quips and the way you groaned and swore at him when he pissed you off. He’d convinced himself he could live with that. But this? A date with some idiot he knew wouldn’t treat you right? He couldn’t understand his own feelings compelling him to pack up in a frenzy, ignore Steve’s pointed laugh, scramble into his car and drive straight to your apartment. He didn’t even stop to smooth his hair back, or fix the wrinkles in his shirt from slumping in it all day. No, all that mattered to him in that moment was you. Who was he kidding? He knew exactly why he felt the way he did. He’d just been under the illusion that ignoring it would make it go away, but it hadn’t. He had to fix this now.

Standing on your doorstep, Javi blinked for a second while marveling at how fast that drive had been - he’d barely registered doing anything since he heard the word date come out of Steve’s mouth. Hesitation clamped a hand over his mouth, his body, and he stood frozen, unsure of whether to knock or just turn around. But if not now, never, right? And who knew how long he would live? Wasn’t this a time he should be getting what he wants, spending time with the people he…loves?

Before he could overthink himself out of doing it, Javi raised his fist and rapped it against your door, twice. And when you opened the door, rubbing your eyes and standing there in your sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, it took a second for his brain to catch up. It wasn’t until you were squinting at him, then stumbling over nothing as your eyes widened that he realised where he was. The hurt on your face in the split second before you moved to close the door had him jamming his foot in the doorframe.

“Just hear me out, hermosa. I promise if you want me to fuck off after that, I will.”

After waiting for you to nod and open your door wordlessly, he stalked after you, further into your apartment, stunned by how homely it was. The walls had pictures of you and other people laughing, of art and paintings and sketches that seemed to all have been done by the same person; the sofa was a rich brown leather and the fluffy throw on it just a shade lighter. Everything was carefully coordinated, in color and texture, and he couldn’t help but note the contrast. Some of his stuff was still in boxes. He’d been in Colombia for longer than you, and his stuff was still in boxes. The difference was laughable.

But when he heard a sniffle from ahead, he found himself walking faster - practically walking into you - before he was planting his hands on your shoulders to turn you around to him, and then gripping the sides of your arms as if they were his salvation. His eyes searched yours, and the heartbreak he found as you tried to look away threatened to make his knees buckle. So he hooked an index finger under your chin to tilt your head up to him, resting his forehead against yours. Moving his thumb to smooth out the furrow in your brow, he huffed at the stubborn frown that refused to budge.

“I am sorry. I truly am. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to react. I want you, and I did then, too. But I just…didn’t think it was real. I swear I thought you were joking at first. It’s why I let the guys see. Then I saw you in the parking lot, and you were actually sad, and I just panicked. I just don’t think I was ready back then. But I swear to God, I can’t bear another six months of the cold shoulder. I love you, you know. I’ve just been too much of an idiot to realise it.”

For a whole minute, you just stare at him unblinkingly. Then, suddenly, your face crumples, limbs slackening in his grip. He holds you through it, letting you sob into his chest as he coos reassurances and apologies to you until you pull back from his embrace to look at him questioningly once more.

“Why now?” Your words make Javi smile, and he cocks a brow at you.

“You really thought I’d let that idiot take you out before I told you how I feel?”

You look even more confused now, which is confusing him in turn.

“Wait, what idiot?” There’s no twinkle in your eye - no smirk tugging at your lips. Not a joke.

“The one who…asked you out?” Javi cocks his head at you, watching your frown deepen.

“Who?” The absolute befuddlement on your face is on the verge of making him snigger, and he feels his lips twitching already.

“The-does Murphy know? That you weren’t busy tonight?” His overworked mind supplies the answer to him, and he has never more in his life wanted to punch and hug his other partner simultaneously.

“Oh, yeah. He asked cause Connie wanted to know if she could come over? I guess she must have gotten caught- oh. Oh.” Javi gives you a moment to reach the same conclusion he did, and both of you end up bursting out in laughter at the same time.

But Steve was the one with the biggest grin when, come Monday morning, a bottle of premium whiskey and a brand new watch sat on his desk with a little note:

Well played, motherfucker.

What is it they say about couples adopting each other’s habits when they get into a relationship? Javi’d picked up your so-called hobbies within a weekend.

You ended up spending enough time with each other to pick up everything else, too. Call it cliché, but atleast you weren’t boring. Or, you know, going on dates with imaginary guys that existed only in Steve’s extremely limited imagination. Win-win.

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The Last Time || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Hotch x reader fic based on the last time by taylor swift and gary lightbody

A/N: I just love a good angst to comfort. Thanks so much for the request anon! I had a good time writing this :) Let me know your thoughts!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 2.6k+

“Hey A.” You grinned leaning up on your tip toes to kiss your husband on the cheek. You noticed the small breath he let out before putting on a façade, a smile on his face.

“Hi sweetheart.” He pulled you in without much thought. Smelling the top of your head you instinctually melted into him. You knew how hard his job was. The horror of the cases he saw on a daily basis. Choosing which serial killers, he and his team went after and which ones they had to ignore, for now. You knew how he felt like he played God with people’s lives. How heavy those decisions weighed on him.

When you pulled away you studied his face. He looked utterly exhausted. When was the last time he’d taken even a day away from the office? You knew it usually didn’t lead to anything good, so you’d shut up about it, “How was your day babe? Jack aced his math test, took him out for some ice cream.”

He scrunched his eyebrows together, “He had a math test?”

You nodded hiding the disappointment of his increasing absence over the last few months. The BAU seemingly taking over his entire life, “Pre-algebra. He’s been studying all week.” You didn’t want to make him feel worse, but you didn’t want to lie either. Jack had been studying. Vying for his father’s attention which seemed to be entirely elsewhere.

A curt nod. One you were sure was reserved usually for the team, “Thanks for letting me know.”

You sighed, tired of his absence, “Yeah, sure.” Breaking from his embrace you walked over to the fridge not having a plan in mind but not really wanting to be around him.

“You’re mad.” He stated sitting down at the barstool underneath the kitchen island.

Closing the refrigerator door, you looked at him with your eyebrows raised, “You’re good at your job Aaron.” Placing an emphasis on the word job you crossed your arms over your chest careful to keep your voice down. You��d just gotten Rosie, your toddler, down for sleep and God forbid Jack here a nasty spat between his parents.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He stood from the barstool making his way toward your slowly.

You shrugged, not really wanting to pick a fight right now. He was home now, you wanted his time not an argument when he was home, “You’re a profiler, figure it out. I’m tired A. Can we just watch a show and order some takeout?” You tried to change the conversation away from the looming fight and into a calmer one.

His eyebrows scrunched together further. Something was wrong. You were acting weird. When was the last time he’d even talked to his you, his wife he adored more than the world? Sure, he knew he’d gotten caught up at work over the last few months, but he might not have realized just how severely he’d been absent from your lives.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning. But for now, that sounds perfect honey.” He smiled letting you lead the way.

But of course, his fucking work phone had to ring. You shuddered hearing the infamous, “This is Hotchner.” After two damn rings. It was like his body was on autopilot.

You sat down on the couch praying that he wouldn’t be leaving. You didn’t even get a night anymore?

“That was Strauss. Emergency case in New York…” He trailed off seeing your distant gaze. One that wasn’t even sad. Wasn’t anything, neutral. Terrifyingly neutral.

Blinking a few times, you looked back up to him, “Do you have to go?” It was a long shot, but one, nonetheless.

He nodded, “I’m sorry honey… I should be back soon.” Even he cringed hearing how indecisive that was.

“When’s soon? Jack has that soccer game on Sunday. You promised you’d be there. This was your weekend off.” You knew how badly you were hurting him, but you just couldn’t find it in you to really give a damn any further. Jack had begged his dad to be there. He’d made the seventh-grade soccer team and wanted his dad at the first game. The odds were slipping away rapidly.

He sighed looking away, “I’ll try honey. Really, I will. But I can’t make any promises, you know that that.”

You gave him a dry laugh, tired. So tired of him choosing the job over you guys. Did you even matter anymore?

“Be sure to make it home, case solved or not Aaron. It’s not that fucking hard.” You rarely cussed in front of him knowing it set a bad tone for the kids, but they weren’t here, and you were at your wits end. He wasn’t listening to you. So, you had to pull out the big boy words. Words that caught his attention.

He cocked his head to the side in surprise. He was looking at you curiously, profiling you surely, “Now sweetheart, you know that

You squinted your eyes feeling the frustration bubble up on over, “Don’t patronize me right now Aaron. We’re tired of you never fucking being here.”

He frowned taking a step forward, “Just let me get through this case and we can talk about it. Yeah?” He tried reasoning. But you weren’t having it, not anymore.

You shook your head, “What happens when Strauss calls again Aaron? Are you going to keep picking her over your wife and fucking kids? Does your daughter even know what her dad even looks like anymore? I don’t think she does.” You spit out with venom in your voice knowing that was an extremely low blow

“Y/N.” He bit back before stopping himself, “You know this is important…”

You cut him off, “More important than me? Rosie? Jack?” You knew a tear had slipped down your cheek, how dramatic.

“Honey, I have to go.”

You couldn’t believe he was going, running, “This is the last time Aaron. I swear to God if you walk through that door…”

He cut you off this time, “I have to. We’ll talk when I’m back.”

You watched in horror as he grabbed that damn bag and walked out the door murmuring a soft ‘I love you’ before vanishing. You had to do something to get his attention because this wasn’t doing it anymore. You texted your mom, asking her to take the kids for the weekend as you needed to go see Allie, your best friend who lived a few hours downstate. She’d agreed no questions asked. Then you were off. You’d dropped the two kids off the next morning at your parents place before hightailing it down to Allie’s.

When you got there she helped you craft a message to your husband. She and her husband had gone through a similar rough patch not that long ago and you could use her help. So why not use it?

‘Hey, A. Kids, are at my mom’s. I’m at Allie’s for the next few days. I’ll be back in time for Jack’s game on Sunday. Need some time away to think about things.’

You’d sent out before waiting for a response. But Allie wouldn’t let you wallow. She took you out making you leave that damn phone at home. You knew you’d be getting chewed out for that later, something about how unsafe that decision could be.

When you’d gotten back to Allie’s home tipsier than you’d care to admit you went straight for your phone. 13 missed calls and five texts. You cringed before opening your phone and reading the string he sent.

‘Please answer the phone.’

‘Why are you at Allie’s? Please just answer the phone.’

‘I’m on my way home. Please call me back, are you alright?’

‘Dammit, please Y/N. You can’t do this to me. I messed up alright. Please just call me. Or text me. Something. I love you.’

‘I love you.’

You shook your head letting a few tears fall freely reading through them. You’d begged him to stay, and he left. Now that you wanted space he was coming to talk? You felt your hands shaking thinking of something to say back to him, your husband. You felt so detached from him, why were you so nervous?

‘I’m fine. Just went out and the phone died. Please don’t come. I need space. Please.’

You wanted to set your phone down, but he replied almost instantly.

‘I’m almost there.’

He wasn’t giving you an option.

‘How? I’m downstate. Go back with your team. They need you or something.’

You were picking a fight and you knew it. You were tipsy and tired and pissed off at your absent husband. The love was always there it was just laying low right now. A caged animal crying to be let out.

‘Flew into another airport. I’ll be there in five.’

You groaned deciding to call him instead. You didn’t want to see him. Afraid you might say something you may regret. You’d gotten exactly what you wanted, his attention. You’d never done something so drastic. But then again, you never had to do anything so drastic before.

Before he could speak when he answered you started talking, “Please don’t come Aaron. I just want to be with my best friend right now.” You knew how little your voice sounded. So distant from the person you always were.

A still silence and his driving vehicle is all you could here before he responded, “I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry. Please Y/N. We can talk. I need to talk to you. I can’t lose you.” He spit out. You knew that was a big fear of his, after what happened to Haley. Jack now only realized what happened to his biological mom who loved him more than life itself. You couldn’t fathom carrying that around with you.

You had to give in. That soft voice let you know he was actually going through it, “You could never lose me Aaron. I just needed advice and some comfort. My mom didn’t have a problem watching the kids, you know it’s a treat for her.”

“I know.” Aaron sighed as he pulled into the driveway right next to your car. He knew exactly where she lived, he’d visited a fair share of times with you, “I’m here honey.”

You felt your heart rate quicken, “I’ll be right out.” You called out to Allie letting her know what the hell was happening. The one thing you loved and hated about the man. He was relentless. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Walking out a few steps far enough away from the house so that Allie and her husband couldn’t here you watched as Aaron spotted you and made his way right towards you. Gently, he placed his calloused hands on your shoulders pulling you into himself tightly. He brushed the back of your head with his hand while he held your body tightly into his.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. I don’t…” he paused collecting his thoughts, “I don’t know what I was thinking, I can’t lose you.” At that he gripped you just a little tighter. Calming his nerves you squeezed him back, not nearly as aggressively but a reassurance for his racing mind you knew so well.

When you pulled away you looked up to him with teary eyes, “You stopped listening. Jack’s been all but begging you on his knees for you to pay attention. Rosie asked where you were yesterday Aaron. We miss you. We need you back. I can’t do this alone either. It feels like I have been for the last few months.” You let the tears fall and the damn burst open. You let yourself feel every pent-up emotion, every frustration as you cried.

He pulled you back into his embrace with a frown on his face, “I’m so sorry honey.” He squeezed you tightly while you let the tears flow free. It felt good to have let them out, let pent up emotions you’d been holding back go.

“Just listen.” You mumbled into his chest letting yourself have the breakdown you’d needed.

He squeezed you once more letting you know he’d heard you, loud and clear, “I will. I’m so sorry you had to do this. That I made you feel this way. I just want the promotion so bad that… that I feel like telling Strauss no will hinder it. But I’ll talk to her. I promise. For you. For Jack and Rosie.” He kissed the crown of your head feeling that overwhelming feeling of dread pool in his stomach. He’d done this. He was the reason for your tears. He’d neglected you., the kids.

“I can’t beg you anymore Aaron.” You whispered after the sobs had long since died down and the tears were slow to come, “This is the last time.”

He nodded seeing the seriousness in your eyes, the hurt you’d usually hidden so well, “I hear you.” He brushed a gentle finger over your forehead as he looked over you. He then ran his thumb beneath your eyes collecting the stray tears that were lingering on your skin, “I’m so sorry I did this to you.”

The intensity of his gaze was hard to hold. He was everything and more to you. A sweet crush turned passionate romance that led to where you were today, ten years and a kid later. You knew what you signed up for when you got married but this was on another level. Being single when you’re married is one of the loneliest things you’d gone through. Especially when you’d practically begged for his attention for weeks now. You’d given him one last shot with a Hail Mary attempt, and he’d caught it. You’d never been so unsure of decision before, always being so sure with him. Nobody was perfect, you knew that. But you needed him to see. Thank goodness he did.

When you didn’t respond but instead hugged him he let you do as you needed. Whatever comfort you needed he was willing to provide. But after five minutes of holding each other he needed to break the silence. You certainly weren’t going to.

“Let’s go home? Kids can stay at your moms. Let’s have a day to ourselves tomorrow. Sleep in, make you breakfast and do something fun. How’s that sound?” He asked you softly, continuing to rock you in his arms.

“Yeah, that sounds lovely.” You yawned feeling the late night and the emotions of the day taking its toll on you.

“Then we can pick the kids up on Sunday, take them to breakfast and go to Jack’s soccer game. That sound okay sweetheart?”

You nodded in his chest feeling the warmth spread over you. He was listening. He was going to do what he said he was going to. This was Aaron Hotchner after all, “That sounds perfect A.” You felt okay, content. It was going to be alright. Just a little rough patch is all.

He smiled down at you, “Let’s get you home then, go grab your things and tell Allie I said I’m sorry too.”

You let go of his torso looking at both cars in the driveway, “We have two cars.” You sighed not feeling up for the drive home. It was already pushing eleven o’clock.

He shrugged, “It’s a rental. I’ll have the somebody from the FBI come get it tomorrow.” He pointed to the car he’d drove in on.

You shook your head, “There are some perks to that job of yours.”

He nodded leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips, “That there is. Now, let’s get you home. I have some making up to do.” He shot you a wink before pushing you gently in the direction of your best friend’s house.

You turned around with a brilliant smile on your face nodding rapidly, “That you do Hotchner, that you do.” You rushed back inside careful not to let him get the last word in. It certainly was going to be alright.

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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hii i really love ur fics, ur so good at writing🤍🤍🤍🤍 I wanted to ask if i could request one where it’s cassian x reader and they’re in a lowkey relationship bc reader is rhysands sister. one day reader gets so turned on by watching cassian and forgets to shut her mental shields. Both feyre and rhysand hears every dirty thought ab what she wants cassian to do and rhys gets surprised and pissed and just literally wants to die😭😭👀

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Cassian x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I hope you like this

Warnings: slightly suggestive and some blood/violence

As you stretch by yourself as you watch Cassian and Azriel spar. You look to the other side of the room and see your brother and Feyre stretching together. You smile at how cute they are together. You hope one day you and Cassian will be like that.

Your relationship is still so new. You’ve only been dating for a few months now but you’re infatuated with each other. No one else knows and you two want to keep it that way for a while. Rhys can get a little to over protective of you and the rest of this family is so gods damn nosy. Honestly it’s a miracle no one knows yet.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Cassian staring at you. Mother forbid you take your eyes off of him for more than two seconds. You roll your eyes at him and he send you a small smirk as he slowly takes his shit off.

Cassian flexes and picks up his sword, spinning it a few times before taking a defensive stance in front of Azriel. Azriel forces Cassian to pivot. He flares his wings and his back muscles flex. You didn’t even know he could do that.

And his ass! His ass is so gods damned perfect you just want to squeeze it. You stare absentmindedly taking in the fight. All you can think about is your date last night. He took you out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and when you got home he absolutely ravished you.

His head was between your legs for what felt like hours. And he took his time exploring every inch of you. When you two were done Cassian drew a bath for the two of you. He treats you like the princess you are and shows you nothing but respect. Cassian truly is a gentleman which you think a lot of people over look.

As you keep going through your memories you feel a familiar presence. It’s Rhysand looking at your memories with you. Shit.

Before you can push him out Rhys pulls back. You look over at him and his face is crimson with anger. Clearly he didn’t take into account how happy you were with Cassian. And how dare he look into your personal thoughts without permission! He always asks.

Rhys runs at Cassian tackling him to the ground and pinning him. Azriel jumps back, confused by the situation unfolding in front of him. “Rhys what the hell-“ he’s cut off by Rhys’ fist. A crunching sounding from his nose.

You jump up and tackle Rhys off of Cassian. “Those were my private thoughts! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream in your brothers face. “I wish I could burn my eyes after seeing that shit!” “Oh grow up you big baby!” You start to fight Rhys. His mistake is that he doesn’t take you seriously and you land a few good punches before Cassian picks you up and pins your arms.

Azriel holds Rhys back while Feyre stands to the side with her hands held out in both directions. Rhys gives Cassian a death glare. “Are you serious? My sister?” You look at Cassian and he goes slightly pale. “While you were intruding did you not feel my happiness? All the joy he brings me?”

Rhys’ jaw works as he tries to hold in his anger. “Rhysand.” Feyre says sternly. “Apologize to your sister. That was so wrong.” His face softens when he looks at her. You can tell they’re speaking mind-to-mind the way his expression changes.

“Look again Rhys.” You snap. You let him in and show him the overwhelming joy of being with Cassian. The love that he gives you everyday. Cassian lets go of you, confident you won’t try to beat your brother again. “Cassian,” his head snaps toward Rhys, “if you hurt her I’m going to kill you.” He nods, “I would never do that. I love her too much.”

You stand there stunned, looking up at his bloody face. “I love you too.” The words just flow from your mouth without even thinking. You hadn’t said that to each other yet. You smile at him and rise to kiss his cheek. Cassian smiles back at you, reaching out to hold your hand.

You hear Rhys make a fake puking sound. “Hey I don’t do that to you and Feyre.” “Feyre’s not your sister.” You stick your tongue at him. “I’m happy for you two.” Feyre says with a smile. “And don’t listen to your brother, he’ll come around soon.”

“I’m sorry.” Rhys says in your mind. “Yeah, yeah just don’t do it again or I’ll snap your wrists.” “Ouch. Are you this violent with Cassian?”

Azriel, Rhys, and Feyre head inside and you turn to Cassian. “Oh baby, your nose. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Cassian rubbed at the dried blood caked in his nose, “I’m fine sweetheart. You don’t have to take care of me.” You roll your eyes and pull him toward the door. “You’re taking a bath. And I’ll even rub your shoulders like you like.” Your tone slightly teasing.

Cassian kisses the top of your head. “You know now that I’m thinking about it, I’m so sore from training and Rhys beating me up. I might need more than a shoulder rub.” He smirks at you.

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mattmurdocksscars · 7 months ago

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"15) Trump will use the military to arrest peaceful protesters and charge them under the Insurrection Act. Pro-Palestinian protesters will be deported as Hamas sympathizers."

are you fucking serious? are we not seeing how college protesters are being arrested even when it's the most peaceful protest? or it's because Biden does it with a 🏳️‍🌈 sticker in the arm of the police? go fuck yourself, fucking zionist

I don't know if you're the same anon or not and quite frankly, I don't give a shit. But you picked the wrong fucking day.

First of all, you don't know me or a god damn thing about me. Don't come into my inbox spewing hate while hiding behind the fucking anonymous button. You wanna say something to me? Say it with your whole fucking chest, you piece of shit.

Second of all, yes, students are currently being arrested for protesting. And it is awful. No one is denying that. But under Trump, they're looking at being fucking deported.

Third, Biden isn't the one who overturned Roe v Wade. You wanna know who did? The people Trump put in charge. The Republicans are the ones attacking women's rights. So shut the fuck up.

Look. I fucking hate Biden as much as the next person. But Trump scares me. What he wants to do to this country scares me. So, no. When given the choice between the two, I'm voting for the option that doesn't scare me.

And don't get me fucking started on "well there are third party candidates." Yeah? And voting for them, you might as well vote for Trump. We all know a third party candidate won't win. So waste your vote if you want to, I'm not taking that chance.

God, you entitled piece of shit. You got me fucked up if you think you can just come in here and act like this. Thanks to you, I'm turning anonymous off. You wanna say something to me? Do it with your whole chest.

Imagine if you spent as much time doing something productive as you do harassing people. The world might actually be a better place.

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elsfairy · 2 years ago

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gOD but imagine finally dating bartender!sevika bc she finally mustered up the courage to ask you out a couple months ago ! the bar becomes a regular hangout for you not just for alcohol but bc sev now carries some special snacks for you and likes to make cute drinks when you want something new,,

and bartender!sevika owning her own bar? LORD. after everyone clears out, she cleans the counter nd then lifts you up, burying her head between your thighs because you looked like “a damn tease all night” with your lil miniskirt 🤭

no, because you’re so right. I don’t know, the way I’m thinking of her as a bartender, she’s confident, she’s sexy, she knows what she wants but when it actually comes to someone she’s interested in? I like to write her as a little ball of nerves, so for her to have enough courage to actually ask you out? babygirl is so nervous, flustered, and a mess. I truly think it would take her such a long time to even muster up talking to you, but when she does, I can see her becoming so comfortable around you, especially when you’re laughing at her jokes, smiling at her when she starts having a nervous giggle. I see the vision you’re writing, anon, and I love it. coming there after your own hard day after work, and she’s just leaning against the counter with a smile on her face as you practically run towards her because you’ve missed her, your usual assortment of snacks beside her, just for you. “missed you, Sweetheart”

but Sevika owning a bar? you need to relax for a moment there, anon, or I will definitely combust with the thoughts going on in my head right now. she would look so fuckin hot in her button-up shirt, a few buttons left open, showing some of her skin... omg??? Sevika is a sucker for any of your outfit choices, she loves every single one but i do think she truly goes weak for skirts, her brain shuts down, her throat goes dry and she's just drooling whenever you wear one. of course, just teasing her by wearing them a little shorter some nights drives her insane, yet you act like you’re doing nothing wrong, but she fucking knows you're doing it to rile her up. imagine the way she looks up at you from behind her damp hair, to find you just sitting there, brushing off the 'invisible' crumbs from your lap with an innocent smile on your lips. like she's trying so hard to focus on cleaning up just a little after everyone has gone, but you’re also making it so damn hard because you’re just so darn pretty, and when you wear skirts she's feral?

I’ll say it again, Sevika knows her strength, but i think her being able to manhandle you into any position is hot. to easily pick you up with just one arm, carefully placing you on the counter, signature smirk upon her lips, and her whiskey breath fanning your face. “you like teasing me, don’t you, Sweet?” and her hands are always moving, running up and down your thighs, gripping your soft flesh, pulling you closer, damn near almost off the counter, her lower lip lodged between her teeth, gnawing it. “wanna tease me when my head is between your legs? how about I tease you when you need to cum?”

Like i said, Sevika goes feral for you in a skirt. So of course it's not news or a surprise to you when she's got it bunched around your hips 5 minutes later, your legs wrapped around her head, her fingers are buried knuckle deep in your cunt, and her mouth is glued to your clit. she’s loud. groaning and growling, spit & your slick running down her chin. your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling & tugging. your other holding onto the counter for dear life. you’re so loud, so wet. whimpering and whining into the space of the quiet bar, babbling out random nonsense and pleas of soft 'please' and 'fuck'

“Fucking hold it. You don’t get to cum yet”

#i am so sorry for how long this became </3 #anon #ask #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x you #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika smut #modern!sevika #bartender!sevika

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blank-slate-jay · 2 years ago

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Can you please do Ellie catching you and Joel kissing? Male reader of course :) Thank you in advance <3

Untold Pair

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Fluff, Kissing, Established Relationship(Ellie doesn't know), Ellie is less savage

A/N : Hey Anon, thanks for the submission. This one's just cute. I hope this is what you wanted, enjoy!

Ellie sighed heavily, making her way down the staircase. She really wanted to stay home for the day, she hated going to that god awful school she attended. Reading and Writing, Math and Statistics; including having to go multiple times a week. Really? She should be learning how to hunt and better defend herself, she thought. This commune live just wasn't cutting it.

Making her way to the living room, she tosses her bag onto the couch. She might as well fetch breakfast to cheer herself up before leaving. The school wasn't so bad. She at least had Dina, a friend of hers to keep her company during class time. For her, that was the only thing keeping her from skipping classes all together.

She made her way toward the kitchen area, picking up on the stirs and sizzling pan on the other side of the wall. Curious, she makes her away around the corner.

Joel was sitting at the corner and then there was you stationed up at the even. That was surprising to her. You rarely ever got a change to visit due to your workload in the greenhouses. So you being there, so early in the morning, was a warm welcome.

Ellie gasped, calling your name and running up to you. You hadn't even gotten a chance to say or take notice of her before her arms were wrapped around you.

"Morning to you too", you joke, patting the top of her head. “Your food is on the counter by the way.”

She pipes up and turns to look over at the untouched plate next to Joel, a growing excitement running across her face. Eggs and Bacon, "Oh fuck yeah"! She releases you and slides into the seat next Joel. She rubbed her hands together thrilled that she didn't have to eat oatmeal again.

Picking up her fork, she was about to take a stab at her food but Joel nudged her arm. She looks at him and watches as his eyes and head motion in your direction. His face displayed somewhat disbelief, like she had done something wrong. Ellie didn't understand what he wanted from her, couldn't she enjoy herself for once? It clicked for her after a few awkward moments, "OH! Thank you."

You glare over your shoulder at her, nodding as you finish up plating your own food. After your gesture, she begins to gorge down on her food, manners be damned.

Through Ellie's muffled chewing, Joel wipes away at his mouth with a napkin. He pushes himself to his feet and grabs his plate too. He walks over to the sink, dumping his plate in. "You didn't have to do all this”, he says, pointing out your cooking.

You shook your head, your lips curling up, "No it's...I don't mind doing this for you two”. Besides, Ellie told me you tried making my finest last week.”

“Ok,” he starts, feeling put on the spot. He tried explaining, “That was…”

“...a terrible attempt,” Ellie remarks with a satisfied 'mph' as she bites into her food. “I’ll give you props for trying, but man it was burnt to a crisp.”

He widens his eyes at her, the girl’s focus back on the last bit of food on her plate. She couldn’t just butt in and then leave the older man stranded, left with you glancing at him, awaiting an explanation.

“She’s funny, ain't’ she?” Joel tried making a smooth recovery but his embarrassment was as clear as day.

You gave the man mercy, instead of toying with him further, “Next time you need a chef, Miller. Just ask,” you patt the man’s chest, slipping right by him to take a seat. Fuck, he loved when you touched him.

Ellie finishes up only wishing she could have some more. “Are you gonna come later,” she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. “Don’t think so. Got a lot to do today, probably not getting home until after dark.”

Slightly bummed, she hums, taking out her dismay by pushing her plate away. You just never had the time these days, it was disheartening for Joel and Ellie since you were about the only person in Jackson who made them feel welcomed; aside from Tommy and Maria.

“If it makes you feel better, I can walk you to school,” you suggested, granting you a smile from the girl. Every chance she got was a win. “Joel?”

The man looked in awe, “Sure I was…going to pick up something at the store anyway”. There was a level of uncertainty behind his voice, a lie perhaps? You didn’t bring it up just happy you’d get a bit more time with Joel.

They packed themselves to leave, you reminded Ellie to check her bag for all the essentials she needed. She assured you that she had everything she needed, brushing off your concern as ‘parental instincts’.

No matter, the three of you were out of the home and walking through the neighborhood. Each one of you trailing slowly, subconsciously using the snow on the ground as an excuse to keep extending the conversation; to slow down your pace.

Only thing was, this method only made splitting with you painful. Preventing the inevitable worked that way whether the two liked it or not, you’d be gone for sometime.

They made a stop on the sidewalk, deep into the town of Jackson where everything was booming with working people. It was time to split and say they're farewells.

“So, when can we see you again,” Joel asked.

You shrugged, “I can make time in a few days. Someone should be covering for me sometime this week.”

Joel nods, rubbing his enclosed hands to warn off the cold and the lonely feeling that'll come about in your absences. Still, he had something, that was better than nothing.

“We should watch a movie, you heard about Vansien Viper 3, everyone at school is talking about it. I really really wanna watch it.” Ellie pronounces.

Your eyes widen, “I’m down. Sounds like it could be good.”

“I’ve heard the first one is good but that the second one sucksss,” she leans her head back to exaggerate her point.

Joel scoffs, “I’m sure it ain’ that bad. I…haven’t ever finished watching the second one yet but that could work too. We don't have the actual cd, do we?”

Ellie establishes, “Don’t worry about that, I got us covered.”

What did she mean by that exactly, her smug tone made bells go off in Joel’s head, she was up to something. He raised one of his brows, seeing if he could discern her words. “And how exactly do you plan on doin' that," he asked.

The suspicion in Joel was evidently rising, she said more than should’ve been said. It was time to call it quits. Ellie quickly swept you into a hug, completely ignoring Joel’s question. She lets you go before backing away, the girl says goodbye to you, picking up her pace as Joel takes a few steps toward her. He tried to call for her but she dipped around the corner of a building, out of view and completely away from being confronted. Chasing after her would just be embarrassing, especially in front of you.

“Have some faith in her Joel,” you jokingly poked at him.

He turned to you shaking his head; a smile crawling up his face, “Don’t tell me you’re on her side.”

“Whatever she is up to, I’m sure it won’t be troublesome.”

For all you knew she could be bribing someone into giving her what she wanted, likely mimicking the stories Joel would tell her during his days in the Boston QZ. Joel wouldn’t want her following his old ways.

You let out a heavy sigh, “I should get going though, don’t wanna hold you up much longer.” Ironic you say that since Joel felt it worked the other way around. However, the man's presence was nearly enough to make you discontinue your duties. Joel nodded, upset you had to leave, he wasn’t going to let you go without sharing a kiss.

He pulls you in by your arms and locks his lips with yours, lingering on your taste knowing he wouldn’t be with you for some time. Standing there, some people were likely looking on momentarily before going about their day. Except for one person, Ellie.

She pretended to run off, giving the impression that she was off to school. She instead was peaking just around the corner she’d hid behind, curious if Joel had separated from you. The opposite was true, she was witnessing what your dynamic truly was for the first time. You two weren’t just close friends, as she initially believed, but rather lovers. It all made sense though, the small gestures, the look you both gave each other; she must’ve misinterpreted them, somehow.

She pulls herself back into full cover after seeing the both of you release one another. She let the two of you share your moment together, beginning to finally head to school. She couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities of your relationship with Joel. Could it mean that you might move in with them, if so then how soon? Ok, maybe she was getting ahead of herself, still her thoughts bombarded her. You and Joel as her guardians, if there was something in the commune she could get used to, that was one of them.

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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years ago

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Mirror sex with sub!JJ X dom!reader

The Dress

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut just pure smut

Words: 1.5k+

Summary: You see JJ getting ready for a fancy gala and you just can't keep your hands to herself when you see how she looks in her new dress.

Warnings: Pretty much what the prompt says. Mirror sex, top!reader, bottom!JJ, fingering (JJ receiving).

A/N: Okay anon, my first attempt at bottom JJ. How'd I do? Seriously, y'all need to let me know if you ever want more top!reader stuff lol

(gif not mine; credit to sapphicprentiss)

“Wow,” You smirked as you came up to the closet door. Your wife was standing in the back of your walk-in closet, twisting and turning as she checked out the new dress she was wearing in the body length mirror standing in the back. You knew when she bought the dress it would look good on her, but you didn’t fully grasp how stunning it would make her look. Now all you could do was lean against the door frame and stare.

JJ’s eyes met yours in the mirror and all she could do was grin at the way you took in her every curve.

God damn, you had a hot wife. Even on days when she didn’t try she was gorgeous, but tonight was a whole other level. Her hair was neatly styled and waves of beautiful blonde locks were resting just right on her shoulders, her makeup was pristine, the heels she had picked out accentuated her toned legs perfectly, and that dress… fuck, that dress was driving you crazy. She managed to pick the perfect shade of red to compliment her complexion, a dress that looked tight in all the right places and left very little for the imagination. A dress that was short enough that you could just slip your hands up her…

“What do you think?”

“Huh?” JJ’s voice snapped you out of your practical drooling.

“How do I look? Is this okay for tonight?” JJ held your gaze through the mirror as she chewed on her lip and waited for your response.

Is this okay for tonight? Has she seen herself? Of course it is. It’s okay for every fucking night going forward for all you cared. She had some big fancy gala thing she was roped into going to with other coworkers and, knowing JJ, she had to go above and beyond to dress appropriately. You, on the other hand, were in sweats and a plain white t-shirt. Somehow you convinced her to let you sit this boring gala thing out. A choice you were now regretting since it meant you can’t stare at your wife for much longer this evening. Unless, maybe just maybe, you could convince her to stay…

“You look gorgeous,” You gave her a cheeky grin this time. One that, if she was still paying attention to you, rather than focusing on a random stray strand of hair, she would’ve seen right through.

You pushed yourself off the door frame and stepped fully into the closet, right behind your wife. “Honestly,” you began as your hands slid to either side of her waist from behind, “I’d say you look almost too gorgeous in that dress. It would be a crime to let you just leave…”

“(Y/N)…” JJ warned, a playfulness in her voice telling you she didn’t mind. “I promised I’d make an appearance.”

“Hm…” Your chin rested on her shoulder as you pressed your whole body against her back. “I’m sure you can be a little late.” Your eyes met hers again in the mirror and this time you could see that she knew exactly what you were getting at.

“It took me forever to get ready and squeeze into this dress.”

“Then,” You said as one hand moved from her waist to slip down onto her thigh. “We don’t have to take it off.” Your hand reached around to slide up her inner thigh, all the while pushing her dress up the higher you got between her legs.

You looked down for a moment, drinking in how she looked right now. Face slightly flushed, leaning back on you, her dress hiked up a little with your hand resting right where she wanted it most. Just when you think she can’t get anymore gorgeous, she goes and proves you wrong.

Your fingers start pressing incredibly lightly on her clit through her panties but before you go any further, your eyes flick back up to hers. She’s got hers glued on your hand, but when you freeze she looks back up. You search her eyes for permission and she knows exactly what you’re doing without even having to say a word. All you needed was a nod, that she eagerly gave you, before you push her panties to the side and finally slip your fingers through her folds.

She’s already wet. You’ve barely touched and she’s soaked your fingers. Just the feeling of that makes you both groan. You let your fingers lazily run up and down her slit, enjoying the way she shudders ever so slightly each time you pass over her clit. There’s an overwhelming need inside you to take your time with her, to thoroughly enjoy every part of her body, but you also know your wife has places to be in that sinfully gorgeous dress of hers, and right now you can’t waste much time. There will be time later tonight to enjoy her more, but for the moment, ruining your wife in that dress will have to suffice. So, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

“Fuck!” JJ cries out. With barely any warning and barely any resistance, you slid two fingers into her. Where she was once leaning against you, the blonde now was gripping onto the corner of the mirror in front of her to steady herself while you began to steadily pump your fingers in and out of her. However good you were making her feel, you thought perhaps you were enjoying yourself just as much, watching your fingers go in and out of the blonde from the mirror. Your eyes were glued to the way you watched them disappear inside of her, only to pull back out, glistening with her wetness, before pushing them back in with some strength behind it and earning yourself a deep moan from the woman you were currently knuckles deep in.

Your eyes flicked back up to JJ’s face for a moment and you noticed you weren’t the only one paying attention to the mirror. Her eyes were also fixated on the way your fingers were pumping into her and you could tell by the sounds slipping out of her that she was thoroughly enjoying what she was seeing too. Slowing down for a moment, you didn’t miss the pout that came across her face before you used your free hand to reach around and grab her jaw.

Yanking her head back up so her eyes would meet yours in the mirror, you gave her a smug smirk. “You like watching yourself get fucked?” You whispered, watching as her eyes fluttered shut from the feeling of your breath ghosting against her ear. “It seems like you’re enjoying the view as much as I am, babe.” Your teeth grazed against the shell of her ear and you didn’t miss the way her walls tightened around your fingers as you began to pick up the pace again.

JJ’s knuckles were white from the way she was holding onto the edge of the mirror for support when you started to drive into her faster and faster. The skirt of her dress was pushed up above her abdomen at this point and you were enjoying seeing her muscles tense as she was getting close. The hand that was once holding her chin, let go and drifted back to her waist to hold her steady while you pumped your fingers harder and deeper into her.

It was a good thing you two had thick walls because the sounds coming out of JJ were echoing throughout the whole apartment and you weren’t helping either, still whispering filthy things in her ear.

“Are you close?” You mumbled against her skin before dragging your tongue down the side of her neck. All JJ can do is manage a frantic nod of her head, her eyes squeezed shut as you feel her body begin to tense. “Good, then open your eyes, baby,” You whisper. “I want you to watch yourself cum on my fingers.” With that, you curled your fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot that you knew your wife loved so much. JJ’s eyes shot open at the same moment a loud moan fell from her lips and after one, then two hard strokes of your fingers inside her you felt her fall apart.

After a moment you stilled inside her, both of you just trying to catch your breath. Her body slumped into yours and you held her steady with the grip you still had on her waist. Slipping your fingers out of her slowly, you felt her shiver at the loss of contact. Both of you locked eyes in the mirror again and you grinned at the sleepy, satisfied look JJ had in her eyes.

“Wow,” You smirked and said again. JJ let out a quiet chuckle as she leaned against you. Her hair was a mess now, her dress was still bunched up above her hips, and her makeup somehow got a little smeared. Yet, as you took her in through the mirror again, you wondered how she still managed to look fucking gorgeous like that.

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bluheaven-adw · 10 months ago

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i'm just a curious anon, who means no harm, but... how did you and j meet? i follow you for your art, which is beautiful by the way, and wasn't honestly expecting to stumble on the post he made abt you but the dynamic you guys have is sweet. honestly hoping to see more of it!

Short story? He ran a trollhunters RP blog @theonceandfuturetrollhunter ... which was fun to interact with, and the whole group of them.. we all kind of adopted each other. But then he ended up in the hospital with sepsis... and I stuck around and talked to him OOC every day... and we kept that going even when he was better and we'd picked the RP back up. It kind of grew from there.

Now... long difficult story, and I do have permission to post these things..

I've always put out into the universe, choose kindness, compassion, and love; and I've always tried to adhere to that. But at the same time I've always put out there that... I don't want kids, I would make a horrible mom (at least that's what I convinced myself of)... I can't even have kids now. And some of that might come from extremely severe trauma in the hands of an abuser... but even before those events. Point being... I didn't want kids. And the universe apparently thought I was wrong... and into my life tumbles this half feral kid with so much shit gone wrong in his life... undeservedly so... because he's caring, and sweet, and whip smart... sarcastic... but he also has mental health issues, and so do I. And the universe whispered in my ear... "he needs you"... and my heart answered the call. I stuck by him through almost dying of sepsis, through breakdowns and panic attacks, through family issues, and more... I've had moments where I was terrified I was going to wake up and he'd be gone... but some point along the way he became like a son to me, and at some point along the way, he started calling me mom... and damned if I don't wish I could make that true. I love him so damn much... and I'm so furiously proud of him. Like... you guys have no idea. I'd legally adopt him in a heartbeat if I could... because I want him to not just survive... I want him to thrive, to have all the happiness in life, to find his peace... I want to see him graduate college, I want to be there when he gets married.... has kids... I can't imagine my life without him in it... it's like he was always meant to be there. And I know there have been people who have given up on him, and practically abandoned him.... but I refuse to do that. He deserves better than that. He deserves that happiness, and love.

Gods... that got heavy... way more than you probably wanted to know. Sorry....

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harrietbarnesblog · 1 year ago

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prompt list ; 20. smut w/ Han and a member of your choiceee

-🎧anon

Movie night

Masterpost

Masterlist

Pairing: Han jisung x reader x Lee Know

Warning: smut, threesome, fingering, oral (m receiving) and my shitty ass writing

Few months ago, you met Han at the airport while you were returning from New York. He was sitting in the seat next to you. You felt a connection between you two. You guys exchanged numbers to stay in touch.

After a few days, he called you and said he wanted you to meet his friend. And you said okay. I mean what could possibly go wrong right? Well everything went wrong. You were attracted to both of them now. Minho and Jisung. Those two names replayed in your mind. You'd have dirty thoughts about them sometimes. This felt so wrong but so good though.

"Y/n, do you wanna come over tomorrow night? We can watch a movie together and have a sleepover. You, me and Minho? What do you say?" He asked. And with no hesitation you agreed.

You knocked on the door of Jisung and Minho's apartment. Minho opened the door. He was wearing just an apron and a pair of pants. No shirt. His arm muscles were structured like a Greek god. Damn he was hot.

"Came in. I was just doing the dishes and making some popcorn for us." He said. He nodded your head and just went in. Jisung was sitting on the sofa surfing through Netflix on tv. You went and sat beside him.

"Hey y/n!" He said.

"Hey." You said.

"What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Anything is fine."

"We should watch la la land. One of the best movies that was ever made."

"Oh my god I love that movie. Let's watch that."

Few minutes later, Minho joined you guys on the sofa too. You were sitting in between both of them. Minho bought a bowl full of popcorn and handed it to you.

While watching the movie, you kept on taking a look at either of the boys. Why were you so attracted to them?

Jisung pulled you closer to him. You turned around to see if he was looking at the movie but he turned towards you at the same time. Your lips brushed. You first initiated a kiss. He pulled you onto his lap.

"I thought we agreed to share her?" Minho said from beside you guys.

"Are you okay with that, baby?" Jisung asked you. You nodded your head eagerly.

Han pulled you back into the kiss but Minho kissed you down your neck, marking you up nicely.

Jisung pulled away from your lips gasping for breath. He tugged your shirt. You willingly head your hands up so he could remove it.

"Let's take her to the bedroom." Minho said. He made you get on the floor and swept you up like bridal style and carried you to his bedroom. You have been to Han's room but this was the first time you've been to Minho's room. Jisung followed you guys behind. Minho dropped you onto his bed.

You guys undressed yourselves. You kissed Minho hungrily as Jisung now nibbled on your nipples. Lee Know slowly put his fingers inside your pussy. You moaned in his mouth. He smiled against your lips. You started to move his fingers vigorously in and out of you. The wetness in you made it very easy to slip in and out.

"Minho, I'm coming." You moaned out.

"Yes darling, come on my fingers."

You felt overwhelmed as you came on his fingers. He put his fingers in your mouth Making you taste yourself. Your cum was dripping off your lips. He licked it clean off you.

"Jisung, I want you inside of me."

"Your wish is my command."

Minho stumbled to his bedside table and grabbed a condom and threw it to Han."

Jisung immediately tore the packet open and put it on his dick. He teased your entrance with his tip Making you whine.

"Don't tease her too much." Minho said.

Jisung pushed his entire dick inside you. You gasped and held onto the bed sheet in pleasure. He was moving slowly at first but he picked up his pace a bit faster and faster later. Jisung grabbed your left leg and put it over his shoulder.

While Jisung fucked you Minho put his dick in your mouth. You wrapped your tongue around his tips tantalising him. He grabbed your hair and helped you give him a blowjob.

Jisung finished first and waited till you came to pull out. Few seconds later Minho came all over your mouth. Your face and mouth were glistening with his cum and adored the sight of it.

It took you sometime to cum but jisung waited until then not to pull out. Once you all had done with each other. You guys cuddled up against each other and fell asleep.

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kumachii · 2 years ago

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No worries just wanted to make sure before requesting :]

Hm well if it suits you may you write something (of any type you pick) of Kazutora and/or Baji platonicly with reader that has ADHD and get mistreated for it ?

Or in another words the damn iconic problems that ADHD people has to go throught because of society, like ashamed parents and school that tries to "fix" them if you get what i mean

hii anon! thanks for the request. i tried to do the characterization justice since adhd varies for different people. hopefully nothing seems too stereotypical.

you need to be damaged to be fixed

genre. mild hurt/comfort, rants, y/n with adhd, in an "everyone lives" au maybe?

pairing. kazutora hanemiya × platonic! gn reader

Ever since the beginning of your friendship back in fifth elementary, Kazutora had always insisted on picking you up from school. If he could, he would drop you off too but upon your humble request against it to not have your parents out for his and your head when they'd find out a middle schooler is driving around in motorbikes, he conceded.

Case in point, he never missed a single day of hanging around the gates of your school, shrugging off awed or downright frightened glances as he waited for you, so you could go hang out at the arcade or the amusement park. The employees there were practically your friends considering how often you were spotted there.

But that day, all he seemed to do was wait and wait. School had been out for almost an hour and while he was aware of your plethora of club activities that generally hogged you, it wasn't to this extent. Switching off his phone after not getting a reply from you, Kazutora started towards the entrance of the mostly vacant building.

He checked your classroom first, peeking his head in the doorway only to find it deserted. Your locker was piled with brightly coloured papers and refused to be shut but there was no you in sight.

Kazutora was going to continue on when the subtle chime was heard as narrowly missed stepping on a small , all too familiar charm yet kicked it instead, making it fly against the wall.

With a little frown he plucked it off the floor, inspecting it for any damage and shoving it into his pocket before stepping out. He stopped a few students in the hallway, asking them about which room you might be in, thanking them for their helpful, albeit shaky response.

Home ec, Literature club... Ah, there it was, the student council room.

With a happy bounce in his step at the chance of seeing you again after so long, that being last night, he pushed the door open with an expectantly. "Y/n! You were taking too long so I..." He cut himself off mid-sentence.

The trail of your name made you look up from your seat at the table, simultaneously making his smile slip away. Your eyes were rimmed red, puffed up and glassy with a hand wiping angrily at the tears. You stared at each other in mild shock before the waterworks started again.

His appearance had only made it worse.

"What happened?" Kazutora stiffened at the sight, rushing in to sit beside you while you buried your head into your hands, shoulders shaking.

His first thought was that he had done something wrong but was quick to discard it since you always told him clearly when he did something that struck a chord. In that way, he was grateful for your straightforward self for avoiding the brutal cycle of miscommunication.

So it had to have been something at school.

"Y/n?" His hands poked at your arms, gently coaxing them away from your face. You refused to lift you head off the table, making him assume the same position facing you. "What's wrong? Why the ugly tears?"

"Oh my god", his teasing question made you groan, swinging your feet to strike his shin while he muffled a yelp. "Just shut up, please!"

"My bad", he started in a quieter voice, sobering at the raw frustration in your tone. "But I wasn't kidding. Tell me, which asshole do I need to beat up?"

You shot him an unimpressed look, though the bubbling anger in your head was slowly receding. "And risk you getting suspended again? I think not, Hanemiya."

"We're bringing out last names now, L/n?" He perked up a little, edges of his wide sandy eyes crinkling with mirth. "So, someone did say something to you."

It was moments like these you wished you didn't blurt everything out without a moment's thought. But growing up trying to prove yourself just as capable as others, you tried to one up everyone you met, sometimes subconsciously so. And that applied to matching the heat your best friend's retorts.

Letting out a sigh, you shuffled in your seat, standing up so suddenly and giving Kazutora a good scare. He narrowed his eyes in accusation, always acting like an overgrown kitten.

Well, tigers were in the cat family, weren't they?

"Earth to Y/n?"

Face to face with that exaggerated smile of his, and the way his jaw clenched tersely, you knew dodging would only sentence you to endless grilling. So, you gave in.

"You know how I told you about the council elections last week?" Kazutora nodded a little, ensuring you his undivided attention. "They announced the results today."

Your dejected tone was indication enough of what was to come. "And you didn't get selected?" He tsked at your nod, watching your back as you unloaded piles of paper from the cabinet into cardboard boxes. "What's there to cry about it? You are good at what you do, you give every project your all. If the teachers didn't see it, then they're fucking blind."

You shook your head with dry laughter, grateful that he didn't see you tearing up again.

"Stupid, I wouldn't even have minded if that was it", you countered, wiping your face with the sleeve of your blazer. "I went up to the teacher in-charge, you know, to see where my presentation lacked. And you know what he did? He laughed at my face."

Oh, now Kazutora was interested. Stepping forward, he took the heavy box from you, heaving it over the locker at your instructions, focused on your rant.

"He fucking laughed and said it was bold of me to assume I'd get selected in the first place", you squeezed an old test into a ball as if it was the teacher's head, aiming it at the dustbin. "Said I was subpar at best. Apparently, the other candidates were not 'airheads with no sense of responsibility or punctuality'. Then he went on about how I should fix my problems and not disrespect others' efforts. At that point I stopped listening but, man, what a bully! And mind you, I was only late to his class twice this month."

Kazutora would have made a sarcastic remark at that but he was too busy burning a hole into the back of your head with his vacant expression. He wad confused, to be honest. Confused how anyone could have the audacity to fault people about something they couldn't control.

He still remembered the day you appeared at that park behind the apartment building you both lived in, nine years old and tears rolling down your cheeks as you said you had some disorder.

Kazutora, bless his heart, had panicked, dragging you to your mother who had then patiently explained to him what ADHD was.

No, you weren't dying and no, you wouldn't get tonnes of injections and stay bedridden forever. And yes, he would still be able to see you. You were just sometimes distracted or hyperaware of things that not many otherwise cared for.

Kazutora considered himself quite adept at reading people. Whether that was an ability he developed trying to tiptoe the line of punishment and praise at his own house, he wasn't aware. But it sure did come in handy when he noticed the little quirks of your behavior.

How you would get super focused into this one chart or drawing, to the point of refusing to eat, sleep or interact till it was finish. How your mind could run a mile per minute, always shifting topics at lighting pace. Boy did those lead to you going off on a tangent.

You did space out once in a while listening to him but nothing a little tug at your hair or a harmless pinch couldn't solve.

And although sometimes you got a little crabby and had arguably the worst comedic timing amongst most people he knew, he adored that about you all the same. It was just another attribute to what made you, well... you.

Sue Kazutora for thinking it was so cool yet hilarious when you sassed the teachers who got sour over your mid-lesson interjections.

"And you let him walk away in one piece?"

"I—", now it was your turn to be confuddled, turning to face him. "What?"

"You need to be damaged to be fixed, Y/n. That guy is clearly an asshole, a stupid one at that", his tone was stern, eyebrows quirked and fists clenched at his sides. "Why the hell would he pick on kids half his age? If he's got nothing better to do then maybe he should educate himself on matters before voicing the opinion that nobody wants to hear."

He eyed you directly as he spoke, even though you failed to hold that contact. "And if you had to be on a team picked by him, you're better off not being on the council at all."

You blinked in shock at his elaborate ramble. Kazutora crossed his arms with an 'I dare you to argue against that' face, while you wondered if your habits had rubbed off on him. A pout graced your face then, "But I wanted that position for so long. Even if it means putting up with that lunatic."

A beat of silence passed over the two of you.

"Only you, Y/n. Only you", he deadpanned at your whine, digging into his pocket to get something which he flung towards you. "Also, might wanna keep a tracker on your stuff if you keep losing 'em so often."

"Ack! The hell, Kazutora? What is—" You glared at him halfheartedly, rubbing the spot when the trinket hit your forehead. But your eyes widened as you spotted the little tiger charm sitting on your palm. "Hey, I've been searching for it everywhere! How'd you find it?"

Letting out a dramatic sigh, he resumed his wide smile. "Who else will if not your personal babysitter, your highness?"

The nerve around your right eye twitched in irritation as you raised your fist, showing your sharp nails. "Now you're just getting on my nerves, Kazutora."

"Oh, am I?" The boy feigned concern, stepping away from you in small, tentative steps. "That's too bad."

That was all it took to trigger a cat-mouse chase, both of you bounding down the empty hallway as the trees rustled, casting elaborate shadows under the setting sun. The wind carried laughter, the chimes of a bell and jibes that amounted to no actual harm.

"You piece of shit... Get back here!"

And just like that, the day carried away the ill-masked ignorance of some and familiar comfort took its place. Sometimes, getting distracted too quickly was fantastic.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanemiya kazutora #hanemiya kazutora drabble #kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora x reader #platonic #platonic tokyo revengers

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year ago

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Hi! I sent an ask before, earlier in the year.

here’s some real ent info about me before I ask my question:

I’m 15. I’ve had my period for a year. My mother and my bio aunt were both (very) late bloomers in that regard, but were never diagnosed with anything that may have caused that. I’ve had ‘crushes’ before, which I suspect may have been me masking because I didn’t actually like anyone. I’ve tried mastrubation before, but it’s never really done anything? I don’t do anything involving penetration (because ouch) but I do other things outside of that, ti absolutely no result.

Okay. Now relevant info out of the way. I have questions now;

Is it possible I’m ace? How does one find that out?

is it possible I’m aro? How does one figure *that* out?

Do you think there’s a reason mastrubation doesn’t work for me? Is that a thing that can be fixed?

Is there a reason why penetration hurts so much for me? Even just my pinky finger or a tampon hurts enough that I cried the first few times I tried (I use pads now and avoid penetration).

is there any important information that I should be given? I’m attending a Catholic school so sex ed is pretty much “literally just don’t do it.”

sorry for the barrage of questions. Thank you so much for running this blog, you have no idea how helpful it is. I’m not 100% sure if I turned on anon properly, so if this isn’t an anon please don’t answer it.

hi anon,

oh boy!! so much to work with here!! a veritable buffet of curiosity

this one wasn't even on your question list but I'll throw it in for free: there's not really any reason to worry about finding a diagnosis for starting your period at 15. while the average age that menstruation begins these days is around 12, anywhere from 10-16 is perfectly normal.

it's completely possible that you're ace and/or aro, because it's possible that anybody could be ace and/or aro. do you want to be? because that's pretty much what it comes down to. would calling yourself asexual or aromantic feel right? would it provide any sense of security or clarity to conceptualize yourself that way? the words don't define what you are; you pick which words you like and want to use to make sense of yourself.

god okay I have no idea how to say this without sounding redundant but if you don't feel good when you're masturbating it's probably because you don't like what you're doing. are you trying to jack off because you're horny and want to touch yourself or because you feel like you're supposed to masturbate? if it's the former then damn, try something else. literally anything, anything and everything can be masturbation if it feels good. get crazy with it. if it's the latter and you're just kind of going through the motions out of a vague sense that you're supposed to be masturbating, knock that shit off and dedicate that time to literally anything else that you enjoy. life is too short.

penetration is probably uncomfortable for the same reason it's uncomfortable for a lot of people our age: lack of practice and CRITICAL lack of lubricant. some people find that using a lube on their tampon applicator can help, but also no one is making you use tampons and if pads are more comfortable you can keep doing that forever. personally I haven't used a tampon since middle school and I'm thriving. invest in some reusable pads; you'll save so much money. penetration is 100% optional literally just living without that shit is fine.

as much as I would love to run an intensive and all-encompassing course on all of human sexuality for you right here right now (and I mean that sincerely, I wish this was the proper platform for that. should I write a book? let me know in the comments), I'll keep the info short: whenever you feel like there's something wrong with you, in any way, really think about what's making you feel that way, and who benefits from you feeling bad about yourself. because 99.9% of the time when people send in asks about something about their sexuality or gender that makes them feel bad, what they tell me about is something completely harmless that's just a little different than the common norm. the norm is nothing; as long as no one is being harmed, you do you.

for more specific questions, I'm literally always on this website answering q's, and I'd also really recommend checking out Dr. Lindsey Doe's youtube channel Sexplanations and the forum Scarleteen, which is run specifically for young people to address questions about sexuality.

#sex edventures 2023

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alarrytale · 1 year ago

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H & L have power in this. They can refuse to release music. They have enough money to get lawyers and slip out of that contract. They are as much responsible as anyone enforcing this. And don’t tell me I can’t speak if “I don’t fully know what’s going on” because larries have been pointing the blame at whoever the fuck they want for years, y’all just have an issue when it makes larries look bad.

Hi, anon!

I will never tell anybody that they can't speak on an issue even if they don't have all the information. People form opinions and beliefs and make decisions with little or no information all the time. We might have different information or different ways of interpreting the information, and that will lead to different opinions and beliefs. You can believe whatever you want and i'm free to disagree with you. You're also allowed to disagree with me.

If you feel like H and L got options they're not exploring to end this, or there are actions that H and L can take to help this situation, but they're not doing it for some reason or other, then you're free to believe that. From what i've seen or learned about them and their situation through the years i've come to learn that they are between a rock and a hard place and they're trying to not make things worse, while resisting when they can. It's that god damn evil contract and Sony's absolute hatred of their relationship that's gotten them in this situation. They refuse to break up though, they'd both be miserable and all they've fought for over these years would be for nothing.

I can only speak for myself. I try to place the blame where it's deserved. The issue is that nobody involved here is all good and blameless, or all bad and evil. It's not black and white, so don't try to make it so. I've explained why Louis ending his career won't make any difference in regards to bg. Harry can't end his career because he's under contract with Sony. They'd sue him for all he's worth and then some if he refused to release music and Sony would win and he'd have to release it anyway. Other artists have tried that before. Sony could also retaliate by making another bg or creating a engagement narrative. If you think bg is bad, it probably could be a lot worse. They own both H and L's asses.

Also, Sony/Syco was smart when drawing up H and L's initial contracts (i've talked about all this before). It states that they have to pick their lawyers out of a goup chosen by Sony/Syco. We know all this from the leaked txf contract. So it was not a free choice. L is still with the same lawyer to this day and that leads me to believe he can't seek outside council without being in breach of contract or something. Or maybe i'm wrong and they've tried but found no way out. Best case scenario is that they've been building a case for years and it's about to blow up. I very much doubt that.

#i don't understand what you mean by that last part of your ask #i've had an issue with bg from day one #so has every larrie i know #antis says the darnedest things #babygate for ts

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 1 year ago

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Deleted Scene in the open rp called "Sleepless in Cloudy Town"

(It's a deleted Scene where..saphira comes home from prom..after his truth was expose and this is what happens after i decided to make it real short instead of trying to make it too long..so here it is, and please don't reply or rp this..it's just a deleted Scene) Saphira storms into her home after Ron, Kim, and Bonnie went inside first..and she slammed the Door and she said, Saph:" So...What the hell do you three have to say For yourselves hm?" She crossed her arm angerly..as Ron and Kim and Bonnie stood there as they Knew they were Caught red handed by videos and voice recording...then Ron Spoke out.. Ron: "Saph..i'm sorry-" Saph:" NO YOUR NOT! NO Your NOT! You better stop Lying right now!, You're not sorry For what you did infront of my face. You're not Sorry That you Murdered my daughter and calling her a brat! Are you Fucking Kidding me, How Could You even Say that To your OWN Flesh and Blood!? Not only THAT! You Just Admit that The reason why you Killed my daughter because you want my Family money and The Inheritance that I will give my daughter When she turns 18! What kind of Father Who would Do Such a Horrific way to Kill his Own flesh and Blood!? DO you Three Have ANY Idea What Ya'll have Done to me and your Own Daughter/ God daughter?!...*looked at ron* YOU!...I've done Nothing but a good, Loving and Loyal girlfriend to you up until now...I need to know...What Did I ever Do to you to cause All THIS!!? *Pointed at kim and Bonnie* THIS Cheating! THIS Greed! This..Abuse! and all!...What did I ever do to you!?..tell me that...hmm?" She cross her arms..Ron was so ashamed and he said.. Ron: "Nothing.." Saph:"Then Why?..*She turns to kim* And YOU!..My own Best friend...my First..Human Best friend...I "trusted" You...You were My Daughters Godmother...and you turn around and Backstabbed me Just like that! and Not only me...but my Serena...How could you!?.. Kim lower her head with shame and Knowing She betrayed saphira clean out.. Saph: "I don't know if there's a Knife nor Dagger can Cut me This deep... *turns to bonnie* And YOU...Are you Fucking happy about this?...Are you Satisfied that you made me Miserable enough?..You don't give a shit did you?...You think I'm too good for this Don't you?...Your a Monster!...all of you... and you Bonnie..You..are the most "shameless" and Most "Shallow" ass Person I ever Met in my life..." Kim:" Look..It's Just happen!" Kim was upset..and saphira turns to Kim and Slapped her on the cheeks harder and made her fell to the ground and She said, Saph:" Thats your Excuse!? "It Just Happened" unbelievable...to think That One person Who was Held responsible..was My Now "Ex" boyfriend now.." Ron: "What?!" Saph:" You heard me! I give you two chances..but you blew it...twice is already too much for me..and YOU Ron! Have you No Shame Or any Single shred of remorse of what you've done!?...If my daughter was Alive right now..She will be Furious at you...*Shook her head* I want you out ron...I'm done...and I'm Suing you and those two whores and I'll make sure you'll pay...every..last..dime under your name to me..." Ron: "What!? no no! saph please...i'm sorry...i was wrong..please..i'll break up with kim and bonnie!" Saph:"It's too damn late Ron! You brought this on yourself and your Created this Filth!..so! *She throws the stuff at him * You are done...and by the way..your Parents is going to Pick ya'll up..and I'm telling ya'll right now...they're not happy...Not one....bit..just like me..." Ron: " Please saph, Punish me..but not them!..I'm Sorry!" Saph:" Oh your Defending the bitches huh? here's my response~" Outside of her home..Ron, Kim, and Bonnie Throws Out of her home Ron, Kim, and Bonnie:

Saph: " Your No Longer welcomed to my Property! and I'll be Seeing your In Court after graduation!!! So GOOD DAY!" She slammed the door.. End Scene.. ((Please comment, Dm, Send me message anon or not by the inbox and tell me what do you think :3, please like and reblog or comment, and Follow to see what i'll do next))

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