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Hi hi hi my babyy🤍🤍

First I want to apologize for appearing until now, life has become severely difficult :( How have you been? How is everything going?🫂

So now I'm someone's controversial young girlfriend🙇🏻‍♀️(it's not as many years difference as it sounds) and that gave me an idea with my favorite man🫠

What if Hotch and the reader have this mutual desire but Hotch doesn't approach the reader because her's younger and the reader doesn't approach him because her's afraid of rejection But one night maybe they share a kiss or a light touch that makes Hotch close himself off more and discourages the reader:( and finally when they go on a case the one from the head office who is Hotch's age flirts with the reader and she reciprocates first because she is single and second because she really loves that her couples are older 😮‍�� and Aaron gets really jealous because he 'thought he was the only one' and that tension finally falls apart when he confronts her and she simply tells him that the head of the department is some kind of distraction about her crush on Hotch 🫠

The truth is that in the end I didn't know how to develop the idea, I'm sure you can do it better, I hope it was understood. 😭🙏🏻

As always take it only if you feel comfortable (and understand it) I send you all my love, I'm excited to be here again I'm not going to lie about it!!🥹💗💗

xoxoxo

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Unspoken

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: SFW, jealous!hotch, mutual pining, angst, sort of happy ending, making out, no use of (y/n),

A/N: HIIII LOVELY, missed seeing you in my requests. things have been crazy on my end ngl 😭 moved cities, broke my teeth, med exams etc. god is testing me rn smhhhh. and congratulations on your new relationship!!!! so happy for you <3 (totally not jealous 😔/s) anyways, kind of went crazy on this request, LOOOOVED the idea so much. i wanted this man suffering in the fic lmaooo. anyways, here you go!!! hope you like it, and it's what you wanted!!! sending u all my love 💚

PS. Let me know if the formatting is off. It's wonky on my laptop but not my phone for whatever reasons.

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

There had always been something there.

Unacknowledged, simmering beneath longing glances and fleeting touches. An almost magnetic pull between you and Aaron— felt by both, acted on by neither. It existed in the quiet spaces between conversations, the way he positioned himself beside you during briefings, in the way his hand would almost touch the small of your back before withdrawing at the last second.

But that something was fated to remain unspoken. Unmentioned.

And that had been Aaron’s choice, not yours.

You never pushed him. Not when you caught his gaze lingering, not when he brought you coffee and no one else, not when he gave you his coat on cold nights without a word, not even when— after a particularly hard case— you had found yourself in the dimly lit hallway of a motel, wrapped up in his arms, listening to his uneven heartbeat like he was battling something within himself. 

For a second, you had let yourself hope. This had to be it. His breaking point.

But then he had pulled away. 

And the next day? He shut you out completely.  He didn’t meet your eyes in the briefing. He stopped those wordless gestures you had learned to find comfort in. His usual attentiveness toward you, the way he always ensured you were comfortable… was gone. He was probably more attentive towards Reid.

So, it became obvious. You adapted like you always did. You drew the line in the sand and stuck to your side. The conversations became strictly professional, words clipped but polite. You stopped bringing him a cup of coffee if he lingered in the bullpen late at night. On long flights home, he stopped offering you the seat next to him.

Even the team noticed.

Rossi had given Hotch a Look more than once, his stare heavy with disappointment. JJ asked if you were okay, and even Morgan had thrown out a casual, “What’s going on with you two?”

You vehemently denied everything. Everything was fine. Everything was normal.

What else could you have said? That you wanted Aaron? That you had spent months convincing yourself he had wanted you, too? That, in the end, he had rejected it— no, he had denied you— not even with words, but with distance?

You knew you deserved better. You deserved someone who would be proud to love you. Someone who wasn’t scared of the possibility of a relationship.

So, you moved on.

———

Then came Baltimore. 

Michael Keating was confident, charismatic, and older. He was the Chief of the Baltimore Division, respected and soft-spoken. He carried himself with ease, joked about the growing silver streak in his hair, and greeted everyone by name. He made people laugh and asked about their day.

And he noticed you. 

It started small. A compliment on your profiling. Deferring to you when asked about the unsub. 

You hadn’t meant to encourage it. But then again— why refuse yourself? You had spent too long pining for something that wasn’t meant to happen. You were single, and you wanted a change. And Michael was perfect.

Keating was different. He was direct in a way Hotch never was. He didn’t hesitate to place a hand on your lower back as he showed you around the precinct. He leaned in when he spoke to you, close enough that you could smell his cologne. He smelled like the ocean— sea salt and sandalwood.

But there was something about Michael that reminded you of Aaron. The little things. The way his voice softened when he said your name. The way he listened— giving you his rapt attention, something Hotch always did, but only ever with you.

Nevertheless, Keating wasn’t Hotch. And you weren’t going to let yourself draw baseless comparisons. So you let him flirt with you. It felt good to be seen. When he brought you your morning coffee, you accepted gratefully, smiling up at him. When he leaned in and said something low and teasing, you laughed.

That was when you felt it.

A prickle at the back of your neck. Someone watching.

You didn’t deign to turn, but you knew. 

Aaron.

For a second you felt suffocated. But the feeling was gone as swiftly as it had come. When you finally joined your team, Hotch was talking with García, and he didn’t even spare you a glance.

For the rest of the day, you pretended that it hadn’t affected you as much as it did. You maintained your professional façade, breaking only once when Michael slid you a sticky note with a silly doodle on it. Everything went well. Or so you thought.

Hotch brushed past you with nothing more than a curt “Excuse me” as he entered the meeting room. His voice held a subtle undercurrent of knowing, but you brushed it off. It just wasn’t your problem any longer.

But when Keating pulled out your chair for you, you felt it again— the prickling.

Hotch walked out of the room.

Emily noticed. 

“Whatever it is,” she muttered as you watched Hotch’s back disappear down the hallway, “you two need to sort it out before it affects the case.”

You know she’s right. But you can’t bring yourself to answer. What was there to say?

Aaron had no right to feel this way. He had his chance. If he wanted you, he should have said so. But he didn’t, instead, he turned tail and ran.

And you weren’t going to sit around waiting for him to come to.

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The bar had emptied, the rest of the team long since in their rooms. You had stayed a bit longer, letting the bite of your drink settle into your bones. You needed it after the week you’d had. Michael had apologised profusely when you’d invited him; he had to meet with the prosecutor. After the initial sting of disappointment, you were glad that he wasn’t here. You needed some space from it all. You let your mind disconnect from the world, letting the faint hum of the music take over.

Which is why you weren’t prepared when Aaron cornered you. 

“Keating?” His tone was level as if asking you about the weather. But the way his hands were clenched tight told you a different story. “That’s who you want?”

Your stomach twisted, almost painfully.

Not this. Not this conversation, not after months of silent torture, months of being ignored, months of being treated like nothing.

“What does it matter to you?” You retorted, rolling your eyes. Fatigue seeped into your voice that had nothing to do with the case. “You don’t get to ask me that, Aaron.”

Something flickered in his eyes when you said his name. Maybe it reminded him of how you used to say it with warmth.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. “Didn’t think he was your type.”

A short, humourless laugh escaped you. “My type?” You shook your head vigorously. “I didn’t realise I needed your opinion on that. You’ve barely acknowledged my existence this month.”

Hotch’s shoulders tensed. “That’s not—”

“Not what? Not fair?” Your eyes burned, “You pushed me away. You didn’t even ask how I felt. You chose for both of us and now you’re— what? Upset I’ve moved on?”

“That’s not what this is.”

“Enlighten me, then,” you snap, anger hiding the fact that you were begging for an answer, one you knew he’d never give.

Nothing. As expected. The silence between you stretched on. You didn’t know what you had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the bar became a little too much. The stench of stale beer overpowered your nose and the tinny audio from the jukebox irked you. You slid off the barstool and threw a couple of crumpled bills on the counter.

Then, barely above a whisper, you heard him rasp, “I thought I was the only one.”

A punch to your chest might have hurt less. 

Your breath stuttered, heart aching at the confession that settled in the space between you. He was falling apart, and you could see it—the way his brows drew together, the way his throat bobbed as he tried to force out something he wasn’t ready to say.

And for the first time, you saw the truth for what it was.

Aaron Hotchner was a man who carried too much. Who loved too hard and too quietly. Who convinced himself that his feelings were a burden he couldn’t afford, even when he was faced with the enormity of it.

But he wanted.

God, he wanted.

And it terrified him.

A bitter laugh escaped you. How could he? No, how dare he expect you to hold on to the idea that you were his when he kept you at a distance further than the rest of the team? That no one else could want you the way he did?

“You could have been, Aaron,” you responded, the weight of the world suddenly crushing you. “But you were the one who made sure you weren’t.”

Something in him shattered. You could tell. The way he flexed his hand, the way his posture stiffened like he was dealing with a blow he wasn’t ready to receive.

“Why are you doing this, to me?” Hotch’s voice was hoarse, thick with emotion— anger, regret, longing and want all tangled together.

“I’m doing this to you?” Your voice wavered, and you hated yourself for it, “Hotch, do you even hear yourself right now?”

He stepped closer, crowding your space, eyes dark with something desperate. “I tried—” He dragged a shaky hand through his hair, “ I tried to stay away. I thought it was the right thing.”

“Right thing for who? It sure as hell wasn’t right for me,” you jabbed an accusatory finger into his chest, ignoring the slight tremble, “You shut me out. You acted like nothing was there, like I had imagined everything.” Your voice cracked, “And now I get to deal with you being jealous because Michael actually sees me? Because he’s not afraid to show me wants me?”

A muscle in Aaron’s jaw fluttered as he repeated, “I told you, it’s not about that.”

“Oh, wasn’t it?” you cried, anger building, “You wanted me to wait for you? To exile myself in the dark and hope that maybe one day you’d stop being afraid of us? That’s not fair, Aaron. I can’t do that to myself. I deserve better.”

“I know.” His voice cracked on the words, and for the first time, you saw the raw emotion on his face— all of it. The weight of it, the struggle in his eyes, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he had the right.

The anger ebbs out of you, replaced with something numb.

“Then why? Why didn’t you—”

Aaron moved then. He reached for you before he could stop himself, finger ghosting over your wrist before settling there, gripping gently. The heat of his fingers burned, like something he had been starving for but denied himself for too long.

“Because… I wanted you. Too much,” he admitted, voice grating like it pained him. His grip tightened on your wrist, thumb tracing the delicate skin. “I was afraid that if I let myself have this— you— I wouldn’t know how to stop.”

It was cruel, really. How he could unravel you with his words, make you forget about the months of pain and anger and hurt you’d endured. Even the way he looked at you like you were someone he couldn’t bear to lose.

“Aaron—”

Whatever you were about to say was swallowed up by his lips on yours. 

It wasn’t anything like the countless times you’d imagined it. You had always figured he’d be gentle, taking his time.

But this wasn’t soft, nor was it careful. This was desperate.

Like he was a man at his breaking point, like someone who had wasted time denying everything, only to give in all at once. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing across your cheeks as he tilted your head, deepening the kiss. He was pressed flush against you, sandwiching you between the barstool and his body like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers like sand. In the back of your mind, you faintly registered the whir of the jukebox as it changed the track.

You gasped against Aaron, and that tiny sound undid him. He groaned softly, tilting his head to chase you, to taste more, to lose himself in a way he had always wanted but never permitted.

You breathed in his scent, bourbon and coffee, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. You were anchoring yourself because this was everything you had been waiting for. 

The kiss lingered, months of tension evaporating between you, the space that had existed suddenly gone, replaced by something breathless and real. You pushed back against him, ready to get your heart’s desire. Aaron didn’t stop; he was kissing you as if it was the last thing he would ever do. He tasted heavenly, much better than you’d ever imagined. Every thought eddied out of your mind as you let the feeling of his lips against yours wash over you. Even before the moment was over, you knew that this memory would be branded into your soul. 

When Aaron finally pulled away, he didn’t go too far. You sucked in a ragged breath and squeezed your eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. His breathing was uneven too, and you could feel the warmth of it against your lips. Then, slowly, his hands dropped from your face. He took a step back— reluctantly— just enough to reach up and loosen his tie. 

His fingers scrabbled at the knot for a moment before he wrenched it down forcefully. He then ran his hands through his hair again, mussing it in a way you’d never seen before, and let out a breathless laugh. For a split second, memories of the night when he had held you close flashed before your eyes. He had loosened his tie then, too, before enveloping you in his embrace. 

“I don’t want to be the one who let you get away,” Aaron whispered, his voice bringing you back to the present. 

The pain in your chest throbbed. At how broken and hopeful he sounded, all at once.

“Aaron,” you murmured, letting his name rest on your tongue for a moment too long.

“I—” he stopped, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe himself. This wasn’t where he had thought the night would go. You watched Aaron carefully, his chest still rising and falling too quickly. You reached for his hand, squeezing it once. 

“Aaron,” you uttered his name again, tone firmer, hoping to bring him back to you.

He looked at you then, chocolate brown eyes hardening with resolve. He started, “This… us…”

You cut him off, then. 

“Aaron,” you repeat, brushing your fingers over his jaw, “You need to choose. Me, us. Everything. You have to choose to stay.”

He glanced off to the side somewhere. Then, a slow exhale. A quiet moment of realisation.

He met your gaze again, almost bashfully this time, “If you’ll still have me.”

You laughed then, disbelieving because, of course, Aaron would say that, as if your heart hadn’t been his since the first time you saw him.

Neither of you spoke then. The past, the hurt, the hesitation— but also the possibility— swam through the charged atmosphere.

The choice.

“Okay,” you said simply.

When Aaron pulled you into his chest, you let him.

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Alright pile 1 your spouse will be like ohh yeahh my wifey is pregnant . Lemme serve my MY QUEEN , my kid's mother 🙇🏻‍♀️ . They gonna decorate the room you'll be living in . They'll be prepping the nursery too by painting it and adding magical vibes to it. They gonna put the dolls in the nursery. They'll not be fighting with you at all like no fighting at all. No yelling no nothing. They're gonna be so submissive and help you with everything. They're most likely to always think that what can I do to make them feel better. They may also go from questioning phases and questioning themselves whether they're enough and ready to be a parent or not. They'll not be letting you do any house work or anything. As I said you're their queen 👑. They'll be spending their money on hiring the maids and all the stuff required to get things done but they won't let you even walk on the cold floor without slippers. They'll always be there for you and whenever you feel that your body doesn't look great . I'll say just stop and look at your spouse's face. They're just so in love with it . Also you never need anyone's validation. You're just beautiful the way you're. Motherhood is a blessing. I'm hearing.

I am woman, I am fearless

I am sexy, I'm divine

I'm unbeatable, I'm creative

Honey, you can get in line

I am feminine, I am masculine

I am anything I want

I can teach you, I can love you

If you got it goin' on.

Your spouse will always be there to cheer you up. They'll always do the effort to make you feel better . They'll try hard to satisfy your pregnancy cravings lol. A keeper. And answer your funny stupid questions while they're doing important work. They'll be like yeahh this is so my wife 🌚 . They may also take you to sit often in moonlight and chat with you while they're laying your lap rubbing your womb. They're so protective of you in general. They can't stand when you're not in good mood. So your spouse's will take their extra focus on that and maintain peace with you because we all know how moody we all get sometimes and now that you're pregnant it's your right to be moody and grumpy teddy bear. They gonna also buy you maternity dresses and flowers in which you'll look mystical they might even click your pics and save them for later. They'll watch all the disney movies with you that loved as a kid.

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Pile दो

So like pile 1 you're your spouse's queen too 👑✨ . They'll be source of your happiness. They'll make you the happiest. They'll see the fashion show you do for them when you come back from shopping. They'll hype you up and make you feel worthy of all of it . There eyes will only be at you and you only . You've charmed them up , you've rizzed them up already. If you ever get the thoughts like my spouse might leave me no they won't they probably left you for planning a surprise for you. Probably went to buy your favourite drinks and some food to catch along with. Well, your fs may get hurt or sad by seeing you to go through all those changes during pregnancy like pregnancy symptoms : morning sickness, dehydration, dizziness, anxiety, etc All those pains and hardships that women has to go through while nourishing a human being inside their womb. They may feel like it's already enough for them to make them see all the good and bad changes you went throughout pregnancy. I see they're big in the kitchen. They'll always be there to cook home-made meal for you with their own hands and serve it to you beautifully to make you feel like you're in restaurant. They may even act like a waiter when they serve you up. I feel they maybe enrolling you up in drawing and painting classes too which can be outdoors like in some fields or gardens. They're gonna put all the work aside and leave it all if there's one phone call coming from you . They'll come barefoot for you I swear. As I said they are not able to see you in any pain they'll do whatever in their reach is to make you feel comfortable like giving you hugs , rubbing your feet etc . Hehe they love your hairs so they'll take extra care of your hairs when you're pregnant. They'll even get you different different hair accessories to accessorize your hairs . They'll take care of your hydration and even say words of affirmation when you drink your water. They may also bring special cups that hold special meanings to both of you in your pregnancy. If anything breaks your heart know that they'll be keeping it out of your sight until you're feeling okay . They may even tell you stories of knight and princess while you go to sleep omggggg🎀

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hi! ♡ for the christmas scene prompts, can i request 002 & nanami? ♡

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Warming up - Nanami Kento x reader (ft. baby Yuuji)

“…Still cold, I see.”

You glare up at Kento, teeth chattering as you huddle in front of the fireplace. You have a blanket tucked around you like a fleece burrito, and you poke your frozen fingers out from the opening, making grabby hands towards him.

“Shut up and gimme my drink, you smug bastard.”

Kento shakes his head, a wry smile on his lips as he places the mug of cocoa into your waiting hands. Your cold fingers clasp around it greedily, eager to soak up all the warmth from the smooth ceramic.

You shiver, your fingers tingling with the transition from frozen to thawed, and you take a sip of the steaming liquid. It replenishes you, warming you all the way down, but even hot cocoa can’t dissipate the persistent chill in your bones.

You look over your shoulder to check on the tiny menace conked out on the couch. Yuuji looks so peaceful like this—curled up under his favorite blanket, snoozing away, his unfinished cocoa abandoned on the coffee table. All but three years old, and he’s a proper agent of chaos. He had hardly waited for you to zip up his coat before bolting out the front door into the freshly fallen snow, too fast for you or Kento to catch. You had chased after him, yelling, his little gloves and hat in hand, as he squealed and launched himself headfirst into a snowdrift.

Thus ensued a game of tag that you sorely lost. Not only that, but you had forgotten your own coat in a heap by the door. By the time Kento came to drape it over your shoulders, you were already wet and cold from tussling in the snow with Yuuji. Kento said to go back inside and change, but Yuuji insisted the two of you must make a Nanamin snowman right that instant. Enamored by Yuuji’s sweet smile, you had wrapped your coat over the cold wet of your sweater and endured it until the toddler tuckered himself out.

Now you’re paying for it, curled up into a ball in front of the fireplace, Kento’s pursed lips saying without words: he told you so.

You pointedly ignore him, focusing instead on chasing the chill from your body. Your front feels warmer now—but your poor back and butt still feel cold to the bone. Staying crosslegged on the floor, you shuffle yourself 180 degrees until your back has been rotated towards the fireplace. You shiver, waiting for the warmth to spread through your chilled flesh.

Kento leans against the arm of the couch, his smile softening with fondness. He appraises you with one eyebrow arched, his amber eyes glittering with amusement.

“You’re like a rotisserie chicken, trying to get warm on all sides.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “It works, okay? My butt is cold!”

Kento chuckles, tilting his head slightly. “I could help with that.”

You open your mouth, then close it again. A new kind of warmth prickles your cheeks.

“…Well, if you’re offering,” you say after a moment, opening the blanket wrapped around you to invite him in.

He lifts the blanket off of you instead, and you protest with a startled, “Hey!”. A chill washes over you without your precious extra layer, but only briefly. Kento scoops you up and settles you on his lap, both of you facing the fire, and he rearranges the blanket across the two of you. Then he wraps his arms around your waist, his broad chest pressed to your back and his chin hooked over your shoulder. Cradled in his larger frame, warmth blooms through every inch of you, and you let out a happy sigh as you snuggle further into your personal space heater.

“Better?” he murmurs, nosing into the side of your neck before pressing a soft kiss there.

“Mm, much,” you hum in response. You set your cup down on the hearth so you can warm your hands on him instead—slipping your chilly fingers under the sleeves of his sweater to trace the warm, thick muscles of his forearms.

Kento shivers very slightly, but doesn’t protest—just lets you steal his body heat as much as you please. He nips at your earlobe, then grazes his teeth across the cold shell of your ear, his breath warming you there. A pleasant shudder rolls down your spine, and you relax further into him, feeling boneless and sleepy. The two of you sit like that for a while, a comfortable silence between you as you look into the crackling flames.

“You know, you were right,” Kento breaks the silence, his voice a soft rumble.

“Hm? Oh. I’m always right.” You giggle when Kento pinches your waist. “But what exactly was I right about?”

You feel him smile into your neck.

“Your butt is cold. Like an ice cube on my—”

“Kento!” You smack him, laughing and incredulous. He pulls your cold butt further into his lap, playfully grinding up into it. You wriggle around, trying to escape his grasp, but he just tightens his arms around you, his muscled forearms flexing under your hands as you try to pry them off.

“Where are you going?” Kento chuckles, his large, warm hands slipping under the hem of your sweater. “I like your cold butt. A lot. Would you mind if I borrowed it for a bit?”

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But I am cool with being friends with other Erwin selfshipper/yume here on tumblr, just not on my server.

We offer:

💗 A pretty yume tag and enhanced role colors *new*

🩷 No dupe list - first come, first served

(But we do have users that share!)

🎨 Custom Roles and Icons

🎁 Nitro Giveaways

💬 Daily prompts and questions

🤖 Fun bots like Mudae (Server Premium 2)

🖼 Many open Emoji slots

🎊 Events like Birthdays, Halloween, Secret Santa, Valentine's Day

💍 We host weddings and engagements

⭐️ User of the week

🍼 Kidfu Channels incl. gender reveal parties

💕 Fictokin & Fictofamily

🎮 Gaming channels

🖌 Art channels

🎙 We have a voice chat and watch parties, you can even create your own and set a user limit

📣 You can promote your shops, blogs and socials

🧩 We are a close-knit community

Are you sick and tired of being overlooked? Not on Eggwin Empire ❣️

You can also create your own voice channel ❣️

We have many channels, everything is perfectly categorized ❣️

After you have introduced yourself at "introductions", you will receive the member role and gain access to the server!

We look forward to seeing you! 🩷

[anantaru]

the anantaru blog is officially 2 years old now and omg how time flies !! 🙇🏻‍♀️ there is so many of you here, thank you to everybody who's a part of this blog and reads my work, it means a lot to me and i couldn't be happier with the safe space we created, thank you guys 💗

[actuallysaiyan]

Hi bacon hi, i'm here to make a formal request for the monster event 🙇🏻‍♀️ jiraiya x mermaid!reader, "my voice enchanted you. You came to me. Now you must pay the price." Thank youuu💗

warnings: smut, handjobs, mentions of enchanting/slight dub con, heartbreak, slight angst, happy ending pairings: Jiraiya x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

He watches the water wistfully. Once when he was a younger man, he swore he had seen such a beautiful siren in these very waters. He could imagine it in his mind’s eye so perfectly. She had healed his broken heart that day. She had been so kind. But when the day ended and the sun set, she left without giving her name.

Ever since that day, Jiraiya makes it a point to go to the shore and check out the water to see if you’ll ever come back. It’s been years, but he knows he’d be so happy to see you. You had made such an impact on him on that day. He had been rejected for the umpteenth time, but when he saw your smiling face and heard that beautiful voice, Jiraiya knew he could be happy once more.

Still, his heart had a hole in it. One that was exactly your shape. You couldn’t stand the thought of enchanting him forever, so you never came back to see him. Even though you had strong feelings for the man, you knew it was better to just boost his ego and self-esteem and for him to find someone normal to love.

But the man was stubborn. You saw him from time to time. You just never let him see you at all. You kept tabs on him, making sure he would go on to live a very happy life. He had charmed you so much that day, you knew it would be completely sad and devastating if you were to fully put him under your spell. That was the unfortunate part of your species. You’d never really know what true love was like.

Then came the day that you were out in the ocean, sitting on a rock and singing to your heart’s content. It was a sorrowful song full of heartache and unrequited love. You wondered if anyone would fall for such a sad song. You were thinking about him again. The way he made you feel, the way he smiled at you…

You barely notice the small boat that’s coming your way. The storm clouds begin to get darker than before. And to your horror, on that small boat, is the man you are singing about. He’s got a deep look of lust in his eyes. A deep gasp escapes you when you realize what you’ve done to him. 

Before he can drown, you pull him onto the rock with you. You know you’ll have to deal with this issue before it turns into something worse than it is.

Jiraiya awakens in a cool chamber. The bed feels fluffy. The pillows are soft. He lifts himself up, sitting in the bed. Then you appear before him. His eyes widen before they darken once more. You have this gorgeous figure, he can’t stop looking at you. The way your hair shimmers in the light that dances in this cavern. Or the silvery scales and gills that adorn your face and body. The man is quite smitten, to say the least.

You approach him, figuring you can finally make your move now. You straddle his lap, kissing him so deeply. Jiraiya moans, tasting you for the first time. You really soothed his heartbreak. And now you were here, years later, enchanting him completely. He had so many questions, and yet they all died on his tongue the minute you began to undress him.

With his cock in your hand, you stroke him slowly. You look at him carefully, noticing the way he’s reacting. He was acting like he was completely in love with you, which shouldn’t be. He should be looking like you had enslaved him.

“W-why are you doing this? What have I done to deserve such love from you?” He asks, his cheeks red and lips parted.

You look down and spit on the head of his cock, lubricating it more as you pick up the pace of your stroking. Then you look back into his eyes, a sly smirk on your face.

“My voice enchanted you. You came to me…” you want to say the last bit, but you struggle.

Jiraiya moans. “I want to be forever yours.”

Another searing kiss unifies you both. Jiraiya knows he wants to be completely in love with you, and you know that you can fall for him too. Now that you know he fell for you despite your enchantment. “Now you will pay the price…the price of becoming my lover.”

dividers: @adornedwithlight

reblogs and comments always appreciated!

©actuallysaiyan 2024– do not repost on other platforms, copy, translate or edit my works!

[shotanzz]

Omgg hiii i love reading your blogs💗 could you please write wonbin as your bf in nsfw like you did with sungchan please?🙇🏻‍♀️

WONBINS NSFW TENDENCIES based on astrology

MDNI | (reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

Hickies. Yes. Hickies everywhere.

More specifically on your neck/throat

And don't be shy put plenty of marks on his neck or his shoulders too. He'd hide them to avoid being interrogated during practice but would grin to himself knowing you left marks along his collarbone

He wouldn't mind desperately holding onto your neck either, perhaps you could even hold onto his while you're both on the brink of cumming

venus conjunct lilith plus his venus square pluto means he may enjoy power struggles/imbalances...you being at his mercy and him shamelessly being at yours (balance frm his libra moon)

venus/lilith and venus/pluto paired with his taurus mars may lead to jealousy+possessiveness meaning jealousy sex. Him rutting into you for hours groaning into your neck begging you to never leave him.

His aquarius mercury,,,sexting...yea sexting. He'd be lowkey however, sending pics of his sweats hanging on a bit loosely to his hips and his hands placed oh so close to his clothed cock

and if not sexting he'd probably record/take pics of intimate moments just for him to look back on whenever he misses you (and your tits, and ass... and-)

Could like morning sex, passively laying back while you lazily ride him until you clench around him and he shoots his load deep inside whining to each other

Kisses, kisses, whole time KISSES. Kisses along your neck and shoulder when he feels that you're close, kisses between your legs before he devours you

Would bury his head in your neck or across your chest just to smell your intoxicating scent, the scent of your perfume and the smell of sex in the air making him rut into you harder

People write Wonbin as a fast harsh brute but his Taurus mars begs to differ to a degree..he'd want it to be sensual and build up until the orgasms crashes into you both, he'd want to savor the moment.

[themoongirls]

240313 | yvesntual instagram post 🦢

Please stay tuned for my journey with PAIX PER MIL, and root for us🙇🏻‍♀️💗 Thank you for waiting so long ..🥹.ᐟ

[lliellie7]

Iight yagami sketch

trying to improve at fingerdrawing 💗. I’m sorry for the low quality but I couldn’t export the sketch so i had to screenshot it hehe. Lmk what u think and if u have any suggestions!! I may open commissions soon 🙇🏻‍♀️✨💗

[millers-angel]

hii, do you ever intend on updating daddys girl on ao3? no pressure whatsoever, i just reaallly think they are so hot and twisted i miss it!

hi angel of course, i actually have many drafts 😭😭

but i don’t know why i get so shy about it HAHAH😭😔 i will post them 🙇🏻‍♀️💗

[josy-art]

As i promised on twitter NURSE!REDACTED I'll add somes sketches soon but for the moment , i hope you like it💗🥹🥹🫡🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

[hayouw]

Из того, что рандомно пришло мне в голову при приёме АД:

Я посадила клубничку💗 Не знаю, как её назвать, но пока что думаю про имя Микаэль. У МЕНЯ НЕТ ИДЕЙ, ХЭЭЭЛП😭

Я, внезапно, заказала парик✌️ Он белого цвета, с длинными трессами. Просто хотела глянуть, как оно будет смотреться

Папа дал мне кэш, аж 3k, и теперь я снова не нищий✨

Я планирую уговорить маму, чтобы она позволила мне перекраситься. Сейчас вымывающийся красный. Пока что не скажу, в какой цвет, ибо сама не до конца знаю. Но хочу что-то тёмное

Скоро закажу себе тёмную помаду, ехехех

Из вышесказанного понятно, что я чутка меняю стиль, хехв. Обязательно потом покажу. Но потом💕

Я мб инсту начну вести~ Вам, конечно же, отдам ссылочки

Когда поднаберу людей тут - скорее всего пойду создавать тгк. Мне нужна публичная жизнь, я без неё умру. Я хочу кидать вам круглики и гс на час😩🤌

Рандом вкид окончен, спасибо за внимание🙇🏻‍♀️

[andaaz-e-aafat]

Thaaankyou so much for spamm 🫂🎀🐧

My pleasure 💗🙇🏻‍♀️

[onelongsound]

Welcome to my corner of Tumblr! Here are some things you may want to know about me:

Name

"Ichi" aka onelongsound 一生響

Age

40 🦕

Commissions and tips

My commissions are open! 🎨 I welcome tips at ko-fi! ☕️ Some info about submitting requests 👀 Thank you for your interest and support. 🙇🏻‍♀️

My fan art

My fan art lives here on Tumblr! (And also Pixiv.)

Shortcut to see all my fan art for: Demon Slayer 👺 Yu Yu Hakusho 🌹 Solo Leveling 💎 Angel Densetsu🪽 Blade of the Immortal 🪱 King of Fighters 🕹️ All my art! 🎨

Please do not repost my art

This blog

Multiship 💗 Not intended for minors 🔞 Not into ship or fandom discourse ⛔ Safe space for LGBTQ+ folk 🏳️‍🌈

Gender

Cis female she/her/they

Nationality

American-born Taiwanese/Chinese English, Mandarin, some Japanese

My fan fics

My fan fics live on AO3 and I also cross-post some to Wattpad Most of my writing is Mature / 18+ MDNI Please do not repost my fics

My other blog

I post my (more personal) writing posts to @thirtyninesounds, where I'll be talking occasionally about trauma, healing and ancestral wounds.

I also will be reblogging stuff I think is cool and inspiring, esp the non anime and manga related stuff.

Check it out or give me a follow if you're into it!