#gen!reader

[rs-hawk]

Creeptober: Day Six

He Comes

Zalgo x Gen!Reader

CW: mild psychological horror themes, mind manipulation, sleep deprivation noncon, etc

You had heard about a man that went crazy here a few years ago. The one that abandoned his garage and tore out the hospital as his wife was delivering his baby. To you, it seemed like the man went crazy. His best friend had tried talking to him for a couple weeks, apparently, but he kept acting like he was losing it.

A few made jokes about the incident, and occasionally you’d hear teenagers laughing as they popped in black contacts to scare their friends, or in an ominous voice say, “He comes”. You thought if it wasn’t at the expense of a poor man who sounded like he might have gone and offed himself, it all might have been a little funny. A small town horror story told to kids to get them to mind and remind them to stay away from the bar and to keep their head on straight.

However, things took a dark turn when you took your car into the garage. Oil was leaking, and your breaks suddenly required you to basically stomp down all your weight onto it. The friend of that guy that went crazy, you can’t remember his name, and a slick black oil covers his embroidered name, greeted you. He told you it would only take an hour or two to get it all fixed up. He assured you that there wasn’t anything too wrong after just a quick look.

Sitting in the waiting room, you decided to play on your phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw long tendrils slinking across the ground. However, when you turned your head, all you saw was a vending machine. As if on cue, your stomach growled. Though you hadn’t been here very long, you decided that a little treat couldn’t hurt.

It was like the next few days happened in a blur.

You got your snack, and the chips seemed to have little bugs crawling in it, making you gag. However, as you threw it away, you realized it was those smoky tendrils you saw out of the corner of your eye earlier. The man from the garage came to talk to you, but his voice was inaudible, and blackness covered his entire eye.

Running outside, everyone you came in contact with had those same black eyes, and voices you couldn’t understand. You ran. You ran past moms and babies in strollers, who turned to look at you with those black eyes. You ran past kids on the playground. People walking their dogs. People shopping. Everyone stopped to look at you.

You don’t think you went outside the next couple days, but maybe it was longer. You couldn’t eat because all the food had those tendrils, and something inside of you said it would be better to starve than to let those things touch you. You couldn’t sleep, because then you heard murmurings of voices you knew but couldn’t place. There was only one phrase you could hear. “He comes”.

The little bit of water you managed to find that wasn’t infected only made you hungrier. You were wrapped up in a blanket, staring blankly at the wall. You couldn’t even be on your phone because anything with a face would turn to you, repeating that haunting phrase.

“He comes”.

After you don’t know how many days, sleep overcame you. There was no use fighting it. Your body was giving out. You had to sleep.

“He comes,�� repeated over and over in your head, masking your dreams, filling your mind.

Despite the lack of water and food, you woke up in a cold sweat. The sunlight outside that was able to leak in illuminated the tendrils that were working their way up from your cabinets to your bed. There was no where left to hide. There was no where to run. You did try to pry open your window, but it was no use. The tendrils were creeping in from outside by then too.

You did your best to wave them off with your blanket, surprised when some of them did back up, but never enough for you to slip through the mass. You tried your best to scare them off, or to at least not show that you were terrified, but when they finally began to curl around your legs, grabbed onto your wrist, wrapped around your waist, you knew there was no escape for you. Tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes, dripping down your face as you tried your best to not show how terrified you were.

“He arrives. Zalgo,” a voice from nowhere, everywhere, echoed in your head.

A black mass that was primarily obscured by the tendrils rose from them. Inky blackness where eyes should be. Fingers that seemed to be dripping and drifting off at the same time reached for you. They slipped into your mouth, making your nose scrunch at the strange sensation of steam being pressed past your lips. Part of you wondered if this was a dream, some sleep deprived, insanity induced hallucination, but deep down you knew that wasn’t it. You knew this was real.

Zalgo, as the voice claimed the mass was, used another hand to shred your clothing. You winced, afraid of the claws slicing through you as well, but He seemed to take care in not tearing you to pieces. Yet.

You’re not sure what you would call what he slid inside of you, the closest thing would be a cock, but that’s not quite right. You felt it expand inside of you, pulsing and throbbing. It seemed to be adjusting to the perfect size to make you feel good. The fingers in your mouth pulled out, letting you gasp for breath as the thing inside you slowly thrusted, giving you time to adjust each time.

Your body betrayed you as a small whine of need escaped your lips, your hips rising to meet His. He let out a chuckle, but that was the only acknowledgment given. The pace He set was steady, but every thrust pushed more and more from your mind. By the time you were on the brink of orgasm, you can’t even remember where you are. Your name was something you knew was there, but you couldn’t recall it.

“He cums,” that voice said again, this time almost mockingly.

“Please, please,” you found yourself babbling, begging. You wanted to please Him so He would keep pleasing you. Your hole was clenching around him excitedly, almost desperately. That earned you another chuckle.

It only took a few more strokes for Him to cum inside of you, though it didn’t feel like human cum. It made you feel twisted up inside, like something was changing, but it didn’t matter, because He didn’t stop. He kept up his steady pace, His fingers and tendrils touching and caressing every part of your body, relishing each time you came on Him.

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[hell3ater]

Taunting

Synopsis: Vy’Kiro asks to see you in their room. You didn’t expect your actions to quite lead to this, though.

Content (& warnings): smut, gn!bottom!reader, top!Vy’kiro, porn w/ little plot, some degradation (no use of slut/whore), power imbalance

A/N: Again the wheel chose smut. I’m trying to get more writing practice in so if anyone has requests pls feel free to send them in the ask box! Im going to also try and add more chars as time goes on, ideally on a schedule <3

-

You’ve been attempting to hit on the captain for weeks now. At first, you thought that she was just trying to behave and not hook up with others. You were at the brink of giving up, until he called you over to his room.

And now were getting pounded into on his desk.

She didn’t even give you much chance of a discussion before slamming her cock into you from behind. You didn’t have to see it to feel every vein, ridge, and curve as she went in and out of you.

One hand was holding your hips, the other against your back as a grounding reminder of who was in control. You couldn’t even help but let out small cries of pleasure, albeit muffled into your arm. The fact the room was absolutely soundproof didn’t cover your need to be flustered at the situation.

“Poor thing really thought they were going to not get noticed, hmm?” Their hands had moved down to rubbing and clinging to your thighs, the gentle squeezes being too much as the claws gently pricked your skin.

“Vy- wait, ‘m gonna-“ you don’t even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm rips through you, cum dripping down your legs as you

Vy’Kiro obliges with the request of slowing down, leaning forward to press into you further. He reaches with one hand to grab one of yours, which is currently clinging hard to the edge of the desk.

“I’ve got you. And I’ve got the whole night to make you feel good, too.”

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[allisluv]

headcanons of Finnick with poc reader? what’s it like sharing their culture with him and ig stuff that just differs from white couples

thank you for your request lovely! please note that i tried my hardest to stray away from stereotypes and keep this as neutral as possible, however if anything i have said can be perceived as offensive, please let me know as my intentions are not to harm anyone i'm sorry these are so short, i'm trying to ease myself back into writing again <3

★ Finnick is so interested in different cultures, and he's like a sponge, wanting to absorb every scrap of information that you feed him.

★ He's constantly asking questions so he can better understand. He would never want to be offensive, and he is so open to learning and being corrected because at the end of the day, he wants to be respectful.

★ If he's meeting your family for the first time, he's super nervous, especially if you have different traditions or beliefs, not because he thinks he's "better than you" or anything of the sort, it's just because he's terrified of screwing it up or saying the wrong thing.

★ Finnick's primary love language is acts of service, and he would be so willing to figure out how to take care of your hair if it's curly or a complex texture, and how to make your favourite traditional dish if it's a comfort food of yours.

★ If your first language isn't English, this man will spend hours learning how to speak it fluently (or at least semi-fluently), especially for a portion of your wedding vows. His duolingo streak goes crazy.

[softie-rain]

sorry I'm still thinking about that photo you sent me this morning so like. Beach day with Sej! Splashing each other in the water, picnic by the shore, sitting on his lap, yknow cutesy stuff like that!! Bonus of you two helping each other put on sunscreen 🤭🤭

who isn't thinking about it tbh

Imagine maybe you've had such a stressfull week, either at work or for upcoming exams, and Sej decided to reward you with a beach day!!

You're just so excited to be spending time with him that you immediately throw yourself into the water. He yells at you to go back there and you just frown and pout, "But I wanna swim with my beautiful boyfriend! Why don't you join me instead?"

"Nu-uh, help me put the sunscreen on first!"

Imagine it's also maybe the first time you see Sejanus shirtless - maybe you haven't been dating for that long - but seriously just picture you seeing his chest for the first time and not expect him to be that, you know, ripped? And his shoulders, God his shoulders.

He walks up at you taking off his shirt and you can't help but let out a small "woah." He chuckles and pretends not to have heard but HE DID.

You start applying the sunscreen on his back and you're just blushing the whole time, and when he offers to do it on you? Oh my. He's so delicate and gentle, somehow even ends up giving you a free massage on your neck and he loves how you melt under his touch.

When you finally do jump in the water I just know he's always splashing you and "drowing" you, he just wants to make you laugh!!

The pic-nic I feel like it was a surprise, he made small sandwiches and prepared some snacks for you guys to have, and you're so happy you throw yourself at him kissing him when you see what he's done for you.

You spend all day at the beach, insisting that you want to see the sunset. I also totally see him forbidding you to swim before three hours after you had lunch.

You sit on his lap and just imagine making out with him with the sunset in the background? All the beautiful colours around you?? YOU ON HIS LAP?????

He'd also brings a portable camera or a polaroid, just so he'll take so many photos of you, and him, of you on his lap, of you in the sea, of you on his lap!!

Did I already mention you on his lap

also small scenario in which Coryo and Lucy Gray are together because I need another couple for it to work: fight in the water. Imagine he pick you up on his shoulders and Coriolanus does the same with Lucy Gray and you just fight you know

But like the focus here is that you're on Sejanus' shoulders

[princessmisery666]

Sam Is Wearing Green Today

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff. 

W/C: 450

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.  

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (you - no descriptions of gender, body type, or ethnicity).

A/N: I had a dream that I shared with @deanwinchesterswitch , and she encouraged me to write it out, so here it is - purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // All The Fandoms

Sam Is Wearing Green Today.

Sam’s wearing a green plaid shirt today. It’s distracting. You're supposed to be listening to Dean and the theory of what creature you're hunting. But it's all white noise because Sam is wearing green today. 

If you were more poetic, you could have described how it made his kaleidoscope eyes brighter. You could have likened it to a forest of evergreens, alive and fresh, or Autumn nipping at Summer’s nose, tingeing the edges of green leaves with brown. But you can’t find the perfect description because Sam is wearing green today. 

Your nose is stuck in a book, but your eyes are locked on Sam. The white noise fades, and his voice comes into focus while he counters Dean’s theory and offers his own. You also have a theory, a mixture of both being correct. But you can’t voice it because Sam is weaning green today.

Dean’s phone rings, and he steps away from the table to answer it. Sam glances over at you, and though you know you’re staring, you're unable to look away. He offers the softest smile as he stands, probably feeling extremely uncomfortable under your watchful eye. But you can’t stop your ogling because Sam is wearing green today. 

You follow his movement as he walks to refill his coffee mug, going as far as turning your head to look over your shoulder to keep your gaze trained on him. The shirt looks soft, and you're momentarily jealous that it gets to caress his skin all day. Does it know how lucky it is? You chuckle to yourself at how ridiculous the thought is. But it makes total sense because Sam is wearing green today.  

Fresh cup of joe in hand, he turns back around, his eyes immediately landing on you. “Why are you staring at me?” he asks, self-consciousness dusting his cheeks. It was never your intention to make him feel uncomfortable. But you can’t tell him that you can’t take your eyes off him because he’s wearing green today.

You shrug and give an unconvincing lie, “No reason,” even though it’s clearly causing him concern. You make no attempt to stop your peculiar behaviour because Sam is wearing green today. 

Sam’s chuckle morphs into a bashful dimpled smile as he approaches you slowly, never taking his eyes off of yours.  “I love you too.” He bends and kisses you, firm but sweet. He lingers against your lips for a long moment before pulling back to focus on you again, “Now I know why you haven’t stolen this shirt.”

He’s right. You left that one because it’s always a treat when Sam is wearing green. 

A/N2: if anyone has any good pictures of Sam/Jared in green please share 🥰

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // All The Fandoms

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[d0litte]

I could fix her but I like her the way she is

[opt1mistic]

TORMENT ME 𓋜 ft. mean bbf!ellie williams

cw. nsfw, kind of exhibitionism, slight dubcon, ellie isn’t really mean she’s just a tease, loser ellie implied bc i can’t help myself lol, reader has a brother bc duh, and is afab but gn. wc. 1.6k. based on this request

it was about 11 in the morning, you are in your kitchen getting breakfast, ‘the most important meal of the day’ they say. but you could care less about getting breakfast with this leech constantly hovering over you at a distance that should be considered too close.

ellie. where do i even start? she’s just like a stray cat, you feed her once, one time and she’s here again begging for more. but instead of feeding her once, you may have slept with her... it was one time and you were both drunk. you barely remember it. so why is she always here reminding you that she was knuckles deep inside of you?

your eyes drilling holes into the fridge, so many options, but none that fill your needs. you’re not even hungry, if you were to be honest. you just came down here to see her. as much as you hate to admit it you like ellie. you’ve always liked her. she’s been your brother's best friend since, like, forever, you can’t quite recall a moment where she wasn’t here. on the couch in your living room, your brother's room, or the kitchen, the fridge specifically.

you knew ellie liked you as well, she’s made that fact very obvious. she is constantly reminding you of it, but not in a desperate way, no, ellie isn’t desperate at all, well maybe a little, she’s just really persistent. she knows you like her so what is the problem with the two of you finally having something, at least?

your brother doesn’t even seem to care if the two of you date. because you how it’s always when you fall for your brother's best friend. the same: ‘uhhh no you can’t date my friends.’(pretend that was said with a very forced imitating voice). or something like ‘fuck no, my friends are off limits.’

but no, not with your brother. he could give less of a fuck about whatever it was going on between you and ellie.

you were the real problem here. so stubborn about admitting your feelings and so, so bratty every time ellie makes a pass at you that clearly has an effect on you.

and here she was again. you, still trying to find something to eat, mind coming up blank of mostly anything only being occupied by the toned biceps that you got a glimpse of when you walked into the kitchen. she was already there making breakfast for herself as your brother sat at the dining table with his back towards the kitchen and a pair of headphones plugged into his ears, eating what seemed to be the biggest breakfast you’ve ever seen.

you walked past her trying not to stare too hard at her arms as you made your way towards the fridge.

it’s been a good minute and a half of looking at some jar(that’s filled with something of a very strange colour…)in the fridge trying to think of what you should eat, so you decide on the same thing you have almost every morning; toast. everything you needed was already on the kitchen counter.

you whip around, fridge door slamming shut behind you. she’s still in the kitchen, you were hoping she would’ve left by the time you finished your staring contest with the insides of the fridge. and she’s got that damn lopsided smirk like she just won something. with her elbow perched up on the counter right next to the bread and butter.

“found what you were looking for in there?” ellie asks.

you roll your eyes “i wasn't looking for anything.”

it was a stupid question because she knows you weren’t pay attention to anything that laid upon the shelves of the fridge. she did, however, catch your attention on her arms. and ellie was really hoping that was what had you so distracted.

she laughs at your obviously annoyed answer. you walk over to grab a plate from the cabinet, setting it down on the counter right next to her. you reach for the bread, ellies eyes following your every movement, they have been since you entered the kitchen.

she shrugs. “could’ve fooled me. you were in there like it owed you money or something.” again with her dumb jokes, does she seriously think she’s funny?

you shoot her a sharp glance, but it only makes her grin widen.

“or maybe you were just buying time. needed a minute to cool off,” she adds, voice lower, more pointed. “you always get like that when i’m around?”

you continue trying to make your toast, putting the bread in the toaster pulling the small lever of it down watching the two pieces of bread disappear.

“bet it’s exhausting,” ellie continues. “pretending you’re not obsessed with me.”

“you’re delusional.”

“mm, probably.” you didn’t dare to look at her, to look at that grin of hers that makes you weak in the knees. “still doesn’t change the fact you’re thinking about that night every time you look at me.”

is she crazy? you slam your palms onto the counter very lightly though, afraid your brother might hear.

“what do you want, ellie?”

she leans in just a little moving behind you now, enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek and you could still see her from the corner of your eye, but still keeping your gaze on the toaster before you.

“you.”

you almost choke out a gasp, it wouldnt really sound like one anyway, more of a silent gag. you push it all down, can’t be feeding into her ego too much. and before you could respond you feel ellie’s hands grip your hips.

as soon as her palms make contact with you, your eyes fly up to look at your brother. what if he sees? is she serious right now?

her face peaking from the side of you shoulder, right next to your face. your butt is right in her crotch pressed firmly against her.

ellie leans in, her voice dropping to that stupid low whisper she knows gets under your skin.

“y’know, if you keep pressing back like that, i’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

how did i get here??????

you exhale sharply through your nose, refusing to flinch. “get your hands off me.”

“say please.”

you whip your head toward her, eyes narrowed, and for a second, she just watches you with that insufferable half-lidded gaze—like she’s already won, like she always wins.

“ellie. i’m serious.”

her grip tightens just a bit, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips. “so am i.”

the toaster pops.

“you’re lucky he’s got those headphones on,” you mutter, trying to pretend your hands aren’t shaking as you reach for your freshly toasted bread when you feel ellie’s hands move upward from your hips to your waist.

she snorts behind you.

“yeah?” she echoes, voice laced with something smug and hushed. “i’d be luckier if he wasn’t here at all.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, grab the toast with a little too much force to put it down on your plate. “and what? you’re still doing the same shit with him right if front is us.”

she hums, dragging her fingers just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing the skin there. “you’re right.”

you stiffen. your breath catches.

“but i’d just be less discrete about it.”

her voice is low and honey-slick, curling against your ear like smoke. palm by palm creeping upward under your shirt more, brushing warm fingers over bare skin.

“ellie…” you warn, but it comes out breathless.

“mm,” she hums, all mock innocence, fingers dragging lightly over your ribs, “what? just warming you up. kitchen’s cold this mornin’.”

you hate how you don’t push her away. hate even more how your stomach flutters when her thumbs graze the curve of your under boobs.

you roll your eyes, lips curling in something like a smirk. “you’re so full of shit.” you almost whimper as you speak.

“maybe,” she murmurs, ducking in closer, lips brushing your jaw now, “but you’re letting me touch you.”

you scoff, but it’s weak. you’re trying not to arch into her palms when her fingertips press into your hardened nipples. and you also can’t bark anything back at her when her fingers start to play around with the buds of your nipples, pinching them, twisting them, trying to get a noise out of you.

and it works.

you moan in shame as your head looks the opposite way from ellie, who's now kissing down your neck. her palms go to grip your breasts, messaging them, needing them like dough.

“so soft…” she whispers out against your pulse.

ellie’s hands now start to make their way back down your body, feeling the hem of your bottoms dipping her thumbs under to feel the lining of your panties.

and before things could escalate any further your brother sneezes, causing you to flinch.

your body feels empty all of a sudden as ellie moves her hands off of you. you turn your face to look at her as she’s moving away from you and grabbing her plate of food and leaving you, but not before whispering “you gonna let me finish that later, or are you just gonna keep playing pretend?” into your ear.

all empty and unfulfilled. so hot and bothered, worked up, your face flushed with heat. how could she just do that and walk away like nothing happened?

but truth be told, ellie is freaking the fuck out right now. face red, mind going crazy. all she hopes for is that you let her finish later.

[overlygoin]

IM TALM BOUT INNITTTTTTTT

[saetoshis]

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ON DUTY | kaiju no. 8 headcanons

⋆୨୧˚ WITH: ichikawa reno ; hoshina soshiro ; gen narumi

⋆୨୧˚ SUMMARY: where and how they like to fuck you on-base!

⋆୨୧˚ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS:

fem reader, exhibitionism, suit play [?], oral f. receiving, creampie, pet names [baby, pretty girl], MDNI.

⋆୨୧˚ ICHIKAWA RENO

one thing about reno is his ability to be sly when he needs to. thinking outside the box, considering enemy moves one step ahead - he can truly be sneaky. that might be why he so easily came up with a plan to sneak out after lights-out just to meet up with you. he found an empty office, making sure patrols or cameras were nowhere to be found.

"shh, little quieter, okay?" reno mutters under his breath as he presses his palm over your mouth gently, his other hand having two fingers buried inside your needy pussy. you're so close together, having only a cramped space to do this; your legs wrap around his waist as you sit on the desk, chest pressed up against his. "just moan into my hand, yeah, like that."

"h-hard to be quiet when you're- mm- going so hard," you whimper out airily into his hand, your head reeling back when he fucks his fingers into you a certain way. your thighs shudder around him, and you can feel his cock growing harder each second he's pressed up against you. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers flitting through his hair erratically.

"gonna put it in now, 'kay?" reno pants out in need as he replaces his fingers with his cock, sliding in languidly and savoring each and every desperate enclosure of your cunt around him. he moans out a small 'fuck' when he starts to rut his hips, letting them merge into a quick rhythm that has you clinging onto him and whimpering against his big shoulder. "f-fuck, baby... feels so good. want you to cum on my dick, yeah."

the two of you are so lost in ecstasy that you don't realize the rhythmic bump of the desk against the wall, desperately attempting to muffle each other's moans and mews as you get closer and closer. with a heavy final rut and a shuddered moan out loud, you both are sent reeling in pleasure as you make a mess of each other. reno tries to catch his breath, coming to with a small gasp, "fuck, do you think anybody heard? i should find a better place next time..."

⋆୨୧˚ HOSHINA SOSHIRO

hoshina isn't one for breaking the rules necessarily, or even one to slack off while on the clock - but tonight was different. it was unbelievably late, the whole third division command center was essentially empty, and all kaiju within a ten mile radius were silent on the radar. maybe he could get away with it...

he doesn't even bother slipping out of his anti-kaiju suit before he's lifting you onto the control panel counter, lips pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along the crook of your neck. all he can think about is how dirty it feels to fuck you where anybody could walk in at any moment. "wanna try somethin' new i've been thinkin' about."

"huh?" you query between heavy panted breaths, slipping your thighs further apart on either side of his hips to accommodate him. you both watch closely as his fingers slowly remove your suit, wandering your waist, then your hips, then your panties. all hoshina mutters along the shell of your ear is a rasped, "i'll show you what."

you finally start to put two and two together when he unzips his own tight-fitted suit, yet keeps it on his body as he presses the head of his cock against the wet spot on your panties. he languidly slips the fabric to the side, letting out a low grunt as he presses his forehead against yours when he ruts forwards. "fuck- wanna see how much you can take with the suit on. you can handle it, can't ya?"

you nod eagerly, already letting out little whines in time with each heavy rock of his hips. it already feels more intense than usual, and he hasn't even put much force into it. you shudder when he picks up the pace, his muscles tautening each time he ruts harder in succession. it's when his hands grip at your thighs and he fucks a bit rougher that you're whimpering out behind your hand in an attempt to stay quiet. "shh- that's it, take it. think you can lemme work up to 50% tonight?"

⋆୨୧˚ GEN NARUMI

narumi doesn't have a problem playing it a little risky, especially when it comes to work. he'd rather laze around as long as possible before he has to get suited up - but backwardly, he also has no problem taking his time fucking you on a time crunch, either.

"narumi, aren't you supposed to start patrol in like, 5 minutes?" you pant out between strained whimpers, trying so hard not to get sucked into his explorative touches and tantalizing kisses. you hold back a shudder when his hand drags up your shirt, circling your nipple and watching it eagerly harden under his fingers. "can't be doing this right now..."

"don't care," he sneers and flashes you an obstinate, yet enigmatic look in his eyes as he slips your shirt upwards. he has you lay on your back as he dips his head down your chest, leaving flicks of his tongue and panted kisses on your tits. it's when his fingers start rubbing between your thighs that you start to cave, feeling a pressure building in your body. narumi looks back up at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze. "wan' you to cum all over my face before i leave. not gonna suit up 'til you do, pretty girl."

"that's so irresponsible-" you start, cut off by a shivered gasp when he slips your shorts and panties off and buries his face between your legs. his tongue swipes along your clit as his fingers dig into the plushness of your hips, little groans leaving his mouth as he tastes and tastes until he's satisfied. knowing him, it'll take a while before he is. "p-please, narumi, they're gonna yell at you."

"don't care. think they're gonna fire me? their strongest captain? nahh," narumi sneers before returning his tongue back to your clit, sucking and rolling his tongue against it over and over again. he knows you're close, he knows how your body works. it's when he uses his fingers to curl against that spot in your walls that he's moaning out, 'cum for me, cum for me, yeah', and watching you shudder as you release all the pent-up stress from your week. a voice sounds over his receiver, barking orders for him to hurry to command center. he sighs, "i know, i know. i'm on the way now."

he turns off the mic again, his little grin coming back to his face. "see? got it done in five minutes, didn't i? better wait for when i get back, yeah? not done with you just yet."

2024 SAETOSHIS. do not copy/repost.

[pastanest]

thinking abt being Spencer Reid’s controversially young gf (post-prison dilf era) and while he’s working a case he calls and is like,

“Dearest ray of sunshine, the heart of my life and reason for existing- Our unsub is gen-z and I urgently require your assistance. Please, what is rizz?”

[inside-lees-mind]

Hii. Any Dr. Stone requests still hanging?

What about a ranking of how easy it is to make them laugh? (I know it's pure innocent fluff, but why the heck not)

Or, for any spicy folks: how easy it is to turn them on?

Dr. Stone Most to Least Rankings

Dr. Stone is coming back: I must come back.

I’m bored so I’m doing the spicy one. With that comes:

WARNINGS: NSFW, Hyoga being a sadist (canon)

And character list so I know who to bring up while I write this (not in order): Senku, Ryusui, Ukyo, Gen, Kinro, Ginro, Hyoga, Tsukasa

Most Easy to Turn On

Ginro: well this goes without saying. Ginro thinks with his dick. He’s always drooling over girls, abandoning all common sense to impress them, etc. Hell, you’re probably not the only one he gets turned on by… sorry.

Kinro: he tried so hard to act better than that, to be better. And he’s no pervert or anything… but it’s you! Unlike his brother, this is just because he’s so enamored with you. He is not looking at anybody else.

Gen: Most likely to turn you on. Gen is a bit of a pervert… if we’re being real. Amazing self control, but he’s been secretly thinking about getting you alone since this morning, but Senku found him first and so… it was hard labor instead! Much to his dismay. He’s not struggling to contain himself or anything though. Just frustrated…

Ukyo: He’s not perverted nor does he really think about you sexually a shit ton. He doesn’t have a high sex drive, but if you’re in the mood and go tease him… he really wishes you wouldn’t. Now the two of you have to sneak off because he’s either red in the face or teasing you right back and you’re dragging him into the woods for it.

Tsukasa: We have a bit of a jump, and this is where ranking them gets difficult for me. Tsukasa has great self control and is not likely to have trouble in public. If you try to tease him, he’ll just sternly shut you down. Maybe a little flustered, but he’s fine. In private? …you’re gonna get it.

Senku: likes to think he’s above it all things like this. He’s too focused on science and rebuilding the world… right??? He can ignore you for a while, but… rub up on him once and you’ll end up being told to ride him since you need it so bad… he needs it

Ryusui: you might be shocked he’s low… but let me explain! Ryusui loves everybody, has been surrounding himself with hot women since he was a kid (as odd as that sounds having to say it, but it’s true), and so he’s just not all that affected by anybody PHYSICALLY. I think he’d happily oblige if you wanted to get physical, but he’s not staring at your body with a hard on when you walk by or even are nude…

Hyoga: okay an odd choice for the bottom, but also a good choice. I’ll explain. He’s got excellent self control and torture skills. He’s likely to control himself well and he’s not all that affected by your attempts to get his attention. The most likely to make you wait and ALSO not let you help yourself at all. He can wait this out (while purposely riling you up) until you’re crying if need be. He’s lowkey-highkey evil bro.

[rs-hawk]

Chubby Orc Boyfriend who is so so loving and gentle when you’re not having sex. He loves braiding your hair, singing songs in his native language that you don’t know, but it makes you smile anyway. His hands, rough and calloused from years of war and hard labor turn to butter when he runs them over your body. He never misses an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.

But the second he’s inside you, he’s like a wild animal. Slamming into you without abandon, your human hole stretched obscenely around his massive cock. His fingers toying with your nipples until tears are streaming down your face. Your body is always littered with bruises from where he grips your waist too tightly, love bites and long, angry red welts form where his tusks scratch against your skin.

When he’s done, he collapses on top of you. His chubby stomach pressed against you and strong arms wrap around you, cradling you against him. He’d be back to murmuring how much he loves you, what a good spouse you are for always taking him so well.

[hell3ater]

Gardens

Synopsis: Jackson and you take a moment to walk the castle gardens.

Content (& warnings): fluff, meant to be read as romantic or platonic, gn!reader

A/N: the wheel didn’t choose smut this time !! If you want to see any more content don’t be shy to put in a request (ask box or message! <3)

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“… I didn’t know we had string of turtles.”

You and Jackson had been wandering the gardens to take a moment between the busy meetings and your own life. It was a routine the two of you picked up.

Which led to Jackson having to untangle some vines from his horns with a slight smile.

“I didn’t either, maybe they’re new?” You replied, reaching over to help. It was a nice thing that Sora had allowed, for it to not just be her garden. Staff, servants, visitors, anyone could plant something in here. It made the whole thing lively.

And sometimes receive unexpected vines that your king got stuck in.

He let out a hum in thought. “Maybe. They’re impressive though. Have you planted anything here, yet?” Jackson turned to face you, tilting his head slightly.

The way the light shown down on him holding the vine, for once in a rare moment, he looked relaxed.

You pause for a moment, wanting to capture the moment. before finally shaking your head. “No, not yet.”

His eyes widened slightly before fully turning to you, his smile growing slightly and a glint in his eye. “We’ll have to change that, then. What’s your favorite?”

You know he’s going to put so much of said plant in later today.

[hoe4hotchner]

Hi! I just read you blurb about Hotch with gen z reader and I absolutely love it, it's hilarious! ♡

Can I please request Hotch struggling with technology/apps and gen z reader helping him?

Thank you so much ♡♡

Terms and conditions | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Gen-Z!reader | WC: 1.7k | CW: Fluff. I feel like I might have made hotch into a whump in the second part of the fic (he's a little pathetic)

A/N: Tyyyyyy 💕💕

You could sense it the second you walked into the bullpen, something was wrong.

Not murder-in-Mississippi wrong, but Hotch-is-glowering-at-his-phone wrong. Which, all things considered, was still code red. You paused by your desk, coffee in hand, watching your unit chief stab at his screen through the open blinds of his office, like it owed him money.

Hotch’s jaw was tight, his brows drawn into a furrow that could’ve doubled as a trench. You’d seen him face down unsubs with less venom.

Rossi sauntered past with a file tucked under his arm. “He’s been at it for ten minutes,” he murmured, his lips twitching with a barely concealed smirk. “Try not to laugh too loud.”

You snorted softly, already knowing that it was a losing battle. Hotch’s technological struggles were the tales of BAU legends – whispered about in the break room like campfire stories.

The man could profile a psychopath in his sleep but ask him to navigate an app store, and he looked like he was defusing a bomb with a paperclip.

Adjusting your grip on your coffee, you strolled up to his office with the casual confidence of someone who’d grown up with a smartphone practically grafted to their hand.

“Morning, sir,” you said, popping your head through his open door. “Everything okay?”

Hotch didn’t look up. His voice was a low growl, clipped and precise. “No. It’s not.”

That stopped you. Aaron Hotchner didn’t admit weakness, not to unsubs, not to bureaucrats, and certainly not to his team. For him to let that frustration slip through the cracks of his carefully constructed facade was as rare as a sunny day in Quantico without a murder call.

You tilted your head as you moved closer to his desk, catching a glimpse of his screen, and had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning.

“Are you… trying to download an app?” you asked, keeping your tone as neutral as possible.

He finally looked at you, and for one glorious, fleeting moment, Aaron Hotchner – elite profiler, veteran federal agent, and the BAU’s resident stoic leader – looked utterly, hopelessly lost.

His eyes held a mix of exasperation and something that might’ve been embarrassment, though he’d never admit it.

“I’m attempting to install the airline app,” he said, each word measured as if explaining a tactical maneuver. “We have a connecting flight through Dallas next week since the jet is still out of commission, and the travel department suggested I… ‘check in on mobile.’” The air quotes were practically audible, laced with disdain for the very concept.

You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to laugh. “Okay. What’s the issue?”

He turned the phone toward you, revealing the problem in stark white and gray: Your Apple ID password is required to proceed.

“Oh no,” you said, unable to stop the grin now. “You don’t know your Apple password.”

Hotch’s eyes narrowed into the patented Hotchner Glare, the one that could make a hardened criminal confess in under ten seconds. “I didn’t realize it required a password just to check into a flight,” he said.

You nodded like you were diagnosing a patient. “Well, technically, it’s for downloading the app. It’s a security thing, two-factor authentication, biometrics, the whole deal.”

He blinked at you, slow and deliberate, like you’d just recited quantum physics in Klingon. “Two-factor… what?”

You couldn’t help it, you beamed. “Don’t worry, sir. I got you.”

Dragging a chair over to his desk, you plopped down with the enthusiasm of a tech support guru about to perform a miracle. You rolled up your sleeves dramatically.

“Alrighty, let’s start from the top. Do you know your email?”

“Yes,” he said, with a hint of offense, like you’d asked if he knew his own name.

“Great. Baby steps. Do you know the password for it?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. A muscle twitched in his jaw. “Why would I need that?”

You froze, coffee halfway to your lips. “Oh boy.”

What followed was a twenty-minute odyssey through the labyrinth of modern technology. You guided Hotch through resetting his Apple ID, navigating the recovery process, and answering security questions that seemed designed to torment him (“What was the name of your first pet?” “I don’t remember.” “Okay, what’s the name of your favorite book?” “Why does this matter?”). By the time you’d successfully reset his account, installed the airline app, and added three others he grudgingly admitted might be useful (calendar, notes, and a weather app, because “it’s practical”), you felt like you’d earned a medal.

“Now for the fun part,” you said, leaning closer to show him Face ID. “You just look at the phone, and it unlocks. No typing required.”

He squinted at the screen as it scanned his face, then unlocked with a soft click. “You mean I don’t have to type anything anymore?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief like you’d just revealed the secret to eternal youth.

“Welcome to 2025, sir,” you said, leaning back with a grin.

Hotch stared at the phone for a long moment, then looked at you. His voice softened, just enough to catch you off guard. “That’s… actually impressive.”

You raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Careful, Hotch. That almost sounded like praise.”

The barest flicker of a smirk crossed his lips, gone as quickly as it appeared. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You tapped his screen one last time, double-checking the airline app. “Okay, you’re good to go. App’s installed, accounts are logged in, and flight alerts are on. You’re officially a digital native.”

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose, a rare moment of visible relief.

“Thank you,” he said. “I don’t know how you all keep up with this.”

You shrugged, deadpanning, “Years of trauma, TikTok, and depression memes. It builds character.”

He gave you a look that was equal parts amusement and fond exasperation, the kind of look that made your stomach do a little flip. “I worry about your generation,” he said, but there was no real bite to it.

You smirked. “That’s fair. We worry about you too.”

Two weeks later, the BAU was airborne again, returning from a case in Arizona. The jet was quiet, save for the hum of the engines and the occasional murmur of conversation between Reid and Prentiss across the aisle. You were seated next to Hotch, who was, predictably, staring at his phone like it was a live grenade.

“Okay,” he muttered, almost to himself. “So if I press this…”

You leaned over, peering at his screen. “You trying to check the weather?”

He nodded, his expression a mix of determination and mild panic. “The app says there’s a storm on the way, but it won’t load the updates.”

With an easy grin, you reached for his phone. “I got it.”

He handed it over without protest, and that small gesture hit you harder than it should’ve. Hotch didn’t trust easily, not with cases, not with people, and definitely not with technology. But here he was, letting you take the reins, watching you in a way that made your heart skip.

You showed him how to refresh the app, toggle the alerts, and even sign up for text notifications so he’d get updates without wrestling the app into submission. “That should cover you,” you said, handing the phone back.

He studied the screen for a moment, then looked at you, his gaze lingering longer than usual. “You’re very good at this,” he said, his voice low.

Your brows lifted. “Tech stuff?”

“Yes,” he said, but there was something else in his tone, something heavier. “But… also, you’re patient with me. Most people aren’t.”

You softened, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “It’s because you’re trying,” you said, matching his tone. “That’s all that matters. I mean, yeah, you kind of suck at it–”

He shot you a look, one eyebrow raised in warning.

“–but you’re learning,” you finished, grinning. “You don’t give up. That’s admirable.”

He didn’t respond right away, just watched you with that unreadable expression he wore so well. Then, quietly, “You remind me of Jack’s babysitter.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wow. Romance me, why don’t you.”

His eyes widened slightly, a rare crack in his composure. “That wasn’t-”

You laughed, waving him off. “Relax, Hotch. I know what you meant.” You nudged him with your elbow, lightening the mood. “Next lesson: memes. You’re way behind.”

He groaned, but it was more theatrical than genuine. “Do I have to?”

You grinned, undeterred. “Terms and conditions, sir. You want my help, you’re gonna have to suffer through at least three ‘Vine’ references a week and the dog of wisdom.”

He sighed, long and suffering. “I have no idea what that means.”

“And that’s how I know we’ll make a great team.”

Later that night, as the team disembarked the plane and shuffled toward the parking lot, Hotch fell into step beside you. Not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence in the chilly air outside the private terminal the jet had landed at.

The rest of the team was ahead, somehow still bickering about who’d lost the rental car keys back in Arizona (it was definitely Morgan).

“I looked up what Skibidi Toilet was,” Hotch said, his voice low, like he was admitting to a crime.

You gasped, delighted. “No. You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“And?”

He shook his head, his expression a mix of horror and resignation. “…I regret everything.”

You cackled, loud enough to earn a glance from Rossi up ahead.

“Welcome to my world, old man.”

But then he turned to you, and his voice softened. “Thank you,” he said, “for not making me feel stupid.”

Your heart tugged, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his words. “You’re not stupid, Hotch,” you said quietly. “You’re just… analog in a digital world.”

That earned you a smile, a real smile. “I suppose I could stand to be a little more digital,” he said, his voice barely above a murmur. “If it means I get to keep up with you.”

You stopped walking for a fraction of a second, your breath catching. Then you grinned, nudging him again. “Careful, sir. That almost sounded like flirting.”

He didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes said more than words ever could.

And as you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but think that maybe the gap between analog and digital wasn’t so wide after all. Not when it came to him.

[softie-rain]

I HAVE A BILLY THE KID REQUEST HEHEHEHE

Billy meeting his his s/o’s dog and the dog is like the stereotypical golden retriever who loves anything and everything (maybe the dog even tackled him and licks his face upon their first meeting?)

Bonus points of the reader has kind of like a golden retriever personality as well, so Billy can see exactly why the reader will have a golden retriever.

I hope I’m making sense rn because I’m super bad at explaining things 😭

It makes super sense!!!!!! I love the idea sm 😭

Also I tried to write reader with golden retriever energy but I'm not that good at it apparently so I hope it's good!! I really liked writing it (:

modern!billy the kid x gen!reader

"You didn't tell me you had a dog." Billy said after you offered him a tissue to clean up after your dog tackled him on the ground and licked his face. He didn't sound mad, simply amused, but you still felt like you had to apologise.

"Sorry. His name's Twix."

Billy chuckled and kneeled down to pet Twix, a rather playful and young golden retriever who seemed more than happy to have someone else to play with other than you. "It's alright. Hello there, Twix."

Your dog barked in happiness, once again trying to lick Billy's face. Billy had been a regular customer at your bar for a few months now, and just a few days ago he had finally mastered up the courage to ask you out. After a lunch at the restaurant, you asked him if he wanted to come to your place to get to know each other better. Safe to say, he gladly accepted.

"Want to come with us to the park?" You offered Billy, seeing how excited your dog was around him. He nodded, smiling.

Once there, the three of you started playing together, throwing a tennis ball and watching as Twix run to catch it and bring it back to you. Billy laughed and smiled, watching how happy you were with your dog.

After almost an hour of playing, you lay down the blanket you brought with you and rested there with Billy, watching as Twix ran around under the sun. "Did you really name your dog after a snack?" Billy asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

"W-well, it's my favourite! Besides, the envelope is as golden as he is." You pointed out, blushing, almost trying to justify yourself.

Billy chuckled. "I'm just teasing. I think both the name and the dog are lovely." He said, looking first at your dog and then turning to face you. "You're not too bad yourself, either."

You blushed even harder, and you couldn't help but smile at him before leaning towards him to give him a long kiss. Billy stood frozen for a second and, surprised by your sudden action, accidentally fell back. That didn't stop him from kissing you back, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Sorry." You mumbled when you broke apart.

Billy shook his head. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. Seems like I'll get tackled down a lot in the future." He whispered, smiling, before immediately reconnecting your lips once again.

[optheboysslutt]

Me when I see a beautiful fic but it uses a first person pov:

LIKE PLEASE DON'T USE “I” 😭😭😭😭