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[greasydumbfuck]

guys would you still love me if i reblogged an x femreader smut because the angst in it was so good it made me walk around the room and go YES

[shigiaki]

Not My Girlfriend

Sasuke!xReader / Fakedating!cheating

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You were dating Naruto, the popular kid known for his delinquent behavior and outgoing personality. Teachers either loved him or hated his guts. His family was influential and well-known, making him even more prominent in school.

Unlike him, you weren’t part of the rich kids' clique. Your best friend, Ino, quickly took a liking to your kind and funny nature. She loved having you around since her other close friends were both boys—having another girl in her life made her feel understood.

You and Naruto had been dating for over a year, and you got along effortlessly. Your friends and his quickly became acquainted, making it easier for everyone to connect.

You fell for him fast. He was an idiot but a lovable one—funny, kind, and gentle, even if he wasn’t exactly the smartest when it came to relationships. Things were great. Dating him and being part of the popular crowd had its perks. But little did you know, it wouldn’t last.

Naruto started acting strange and distant, and you had no idea why. You kept asking if something was wrong—maybe he and his best friend had fought again—but he only made dumb excuses. You brushed it off, hoping he’d come to his senses, but things only got worse.

He became secretive with his phone, quickly turning it off when you were around. He even added a passcode. That wouldn’t have been a big deal—most people had one—but he refused to tell you what it was, which felt odd. His replies to your messages became more and more delayed, and in big groups, he barely spoke to you anymore. He was always out, doing God knows what.

He also grew less affectionate. Whenever you tried to take the initiative, he’d brush you off, saying he wasn’t in the mood or was too tired.

Something was definitely wrong.

After almost two months of this, you couldn’t ignore Naruto’s behavior anymore. Your friends started noticing too, even asking if you two had broken up—which you denied.

Finally, you decided enough was enough. While Naruto was napping, you made up your mind to go through his phone. Carefully, you sneaked it from his side as he slept in your bed and slipped into the bathroom as quietly as possible.

Luckily, he had fallen asleep while watching a show, so his phone was still unlocked. Your heart pounded as you scrolled through his messages—everything seemed normal at first. But then, you checked his camera roll and his saved snaps.

Your stomach dropped.

There were countless pictures of him with some girl. You couldn’t tell who she was, but the way they were together in those photos told you everything you needed to know.

For days, you felt lost, unsure of what to do. You considered breaking up with him, thinking it might end the pain and heartbreak. But alongside the sadness, there was anger—a deep sense of betrayal. You wanted him to feel the hurt he had caused you. It wasn’t just your emotions at stake, Sasuke’s feelings were tangled in this as well. In the end, you made up your mind—tomorrow, you would confess everything and tell him the truth.

You had slipped a letter into his locker, asking him to meet you on the rooftop after school, but you hadn’t signed your name. The entire day, you found yourself muttering under your breath, overthinking every possible scenario, and doing your best to avoid looking at him in class, pretending everything was normal.

But then, your eyes met Sasuke’s by accident. His gaze was sharp, almost as if he could see right through you. It was impossible not to feel intimidated.

Sai and Ino watched you with concern, convinced you had completely lost your mind.

As the final bell approached, students began packing up, eager to leave. You, on the other hand, took your time, slowly gathering your things, stalling for as long as you could.

"girl hurry up!" Ino rushed you as Sasuke passed them exiting the room, "I have to talk to the teachers about something," you lied, Ino looked confused but didn't pry, "alright see you tomorrow" she said sighing before leaving with Sai.

After a minute or two, you began making your way to the rooftop. They don’t tend to lock these doors until all the other students have left, as some have clubs or are on cleaning duty. You reached the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

There he stood, his face turned toward the view. He finally turned upon hearing footsteps behind him. He wasn’t surprised it was you—almost as if he already knew you were the one who wrote it. You, on the other hand, were surprised he even showed up.

He stared down at you, making you feel extremely nervous. You cleared your throat before speaking.

"I have something to tell you," you said in a serious tone. He frowned, annoyed. "What is it?" You take a deep breath before speaking again.

"Sakura is cheating on you." He frowns, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, right," he scoffs. My hands clench into fists. "With Naruto," I say, my expression darkening with frustration.

He steps closer to me, his expression shifting from annoyance to disbelief. "What?" he says, almost like a question, as if he didn’t fully process my words.

I take a shaky breath, my frustration boiling over. "Both of us are getting cheated on by our own partners—with each other," I say, louder this time, needing him to hear, to understand.

His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides. For a moment, he just stares at me, searching my face for any sign that I might be lying. But I’m not.

The silence between us is thick, filled with tension and unspoken emotions. "You're serious?" he finally asks, his voice quieter now, but laced with something dangerous, anger, betrayal, maybe even pain.

I nod, my throat tight. "I wouldn’t lie about something like this."

His eyes darken, and I see the moment the realization settles in. He turns away, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "That bastard," he mutters under his breath.

I cross my arms, biting my lip. "That makes two of them." I sigh. "What are you going to do?"

Sasuke's body tenses even more at the question. He hesitates, his voice cold when he finally speaks."That's none of your business."His grip tightens around the edge of the rooftop, his knuckles turning white. He's barely restraining himself, his entire body coiled with the urge to storm off and confront Sakura right now.

"Don't act rashly," I begin, my voice firm yet uncertain.

"Too late. I'll kill them both." He mutters darkly. Unknowingly, he releases a wave of killing intent, the air around us growing heavy. Jealousy, rage, and betrayal swirl inside him, fueling the fire burning in his chest. His mind races, the same words echoing over and over.

"Then let’s cheat on them back."

The words leave my lips before I can stop them, bold and reckless. The air between us crackles with tension, and for a moment, he just stares, his expression unreadable.

He freezes. His dark eyes snap to my face. He must have misheard, right? He swallows hard, his jaw tightening. When he finally speaks, his voice is dangerously low, each word slow and deliberate—like a knife pressing against my skin.

"What did you just say?"I flinch instinctively, fear prickling down my spine—but I don’t back down. I meet his glare, my own emotions bubbling to the surface.

His body tenses, coiled like a snake ready to strike.

I step closer, ignoring the way my instincts scream at me to run. My heart pounds, but I force myself to meet his gaze, refusing to back down.

"Let's get together and cheat on them." My voice is steady, serious. The weight of my words lingers between us, thick and suffocating. The tension crackles like a storm ready to break.

Sasuke's eyes widen momentarily in shock before narrowing dangerously. He doesn't move, hardly seeming to breathe. When he speaks, his voice is eerily calm. "You can't be serious..." His gaze traces down your body contemptuously. "Think carefully about what you're suggesting."

I bite my lip, clenching my hands into tight fists. My nails dig into my palms, but I barely feel the pain. "I’ve thought about it," I say, my voice shaking with frustration. "I won’t let them get away with treating me like a fool! Treating us like complete fools!"

My anger spills over, my voice rising as I shout, the weight of betrayal pressing down on my chest. My breathing is uneven, my body trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer rage bubbling inside me.

I stare at Sasuke, waiting for his reaction, daring him to challenge me.

Sasuke's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else—perhaps a spark of understanding. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You want revenge." It's not a question.

I nod, looking up at his tall figure.

Sasuke's gaze holds yours for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he lets out a low, bitter laugh. "You know what? Fuck it." He steps even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If they want to play dirty, we can too."

I look into his eyes, searching for an answer, for anything that will tell me what he's thinking. "You'll help me?" My voice comes out quieter this time, but the desperation lingers beneath it. I need to know, I can't do this alone. My heart pounds as I wait for his response, the tension between us thick and suffocating.

"Yes. Let's make them regret ever touching someone else." He reaches up, gently catching your chin in his fingers. "But don't you dare think this means I want anything more than revenge."

"wouldn't dream of it" I muttered

"Good." He drops his hand. His mind races with plans. He looks at you, really looks at you for the first time. You're pretty - really pretty. He hardens his expression. "You know what we need to do?" He asks seriously. I nod, my expression unreadable. "Do what they did," I say nonchalantly, my voice void of hesitation.

"We have to cheat back," I continue, my tone unwavering. "Just like they did."

"Correct." He crosses his arms. "We need to act like a real couple. Hold hands, sit close, all that..." He pauses, his mind wandering to more intimate details. "We need to kiss." His face remains stoic, but his heart pounds unexpectedly in his chest. He pushes the thought away. "We'll start tonight." He looks at you.

I nod agreeing, "alright but where would we meet?"

"My room." He says bluntly. He turns and starts walking, expecting you to follow. As he walks, he sends a quick message to his 'girlfriend', telling her he's going to 'hang out with a friend' tonight. He smiles to himself, already enjoying this little game.

I stood there, momentarily shocked, before quickly following after him. "I’ll need your contact, I don’t have your address," I began, trying to explain.

"Right." He mutters, sending you his contact. He adds you on Snapchat too, because why not? He watches your display picture - a cute selfie. He hardens again. "Meet me at my place tonight. Eight sharp." He sends you his address. "And..."

I paused as I added him back, my fingers hovering over my phone. "And what…?" I look up at him, waiting for him to finish, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"...Wear something that'll piss them off." He says coldly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Something really low-cut. Really short." He glances down purposely, then back up at your incredulous face.

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... part 2?

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[noisydelusionlove]

The Push We Need

Pairings: SpencerxY/N

Warnings: Alcohol, abuse/cheating mentioned, smut, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), Fingering 9f receiving), PinV, unprotected sex (don't do that), bodily fluids mentioned, slight Dom!Spencer, overstimulation

Summary: Spencer and Y/N are best friends, who long for more. What happens when a fun night out ends up with them running into her POS ex?

A/N: This is not timeline compliant, Reid has been to prison, but Derek is still spending time with Gracia, Reid, and Y/N. I suck at writing xReader stories I think, I’m much better at writing OC stories, but I don’t know if that goes over well. It seems like most xReader stories are 1st person POV and I just cannot write well in 1st person at all :(

The lights in the club are dim, and the music is loud, but in the corner booth the four friends have taken over it’s just quiet enough to where they can hear each other. At the booth sits Penelope, Derek, Spencer, and Y/N. Penelope laughs as Derek tells some kind of joke, they had been at the club two hours now, and the girls were heading towards drunk, Derek was buzzed, and Spencer was sober considering he had been sipping water all night, enjoying watching his friends laugh and joke.

”I’m not even kidding, he had her moving in with him three days after I broke up with him.” Y/N says as Penelope rolls her eyes. “And you just found all this out?” Penelope asks as she sips on her fruity drink. Y/N nods as she rolls her eyes. “I broke up with him over six months ago, haven’t heard a peep out of him since, and now i’m hearing from people it’s because they moved in together.” She says as Spencer hides his scoff behind sipping his water. 

Y/N had started at the BAU a year ago right after Spencer was released from prison. The two of them immediately hit it off and had been best friends ever since, having frequent movie nights where they took turns ordering takeout and picking movies to share. They had attended Comiccon with Penelope a few months ago and frequently had sleepovers where they ended up passing out on the couch together. To everyone on the team, it seemed like the two of them were a couple, but to Spencer’s sadness, they were just friends. Y/N had been dating a man named Jake until about six months ago when she found out he had been cheating on her with multiple other women. They had been dating for two years, and from the small bits of information she had shared, he had been verbally abusive, as well as sometimes physically abusive. Spencer was beyond happy when he found out Y/N had finally left him, knowing she deserved someone who gave her the world, not the garbage she had been getting. There had been many times when Spencer considered showing up to Y/N’s apartment when he knew Jake was there, just to give him a taste of his own medicine, but he didn’t want to upset his best friend.

Spencer tunes back into the conversation between the two drunk women with a raised eyebrow. “We should play never have I ever,” Penelope says and Derek lets out a laugh. “Baby girl that never ends well when someone suggests that. Are you sure you want to know about your friend's habits?” He laughs as Penelope nods. “I already know a lot about Y/N’s, or well, her lack there of.” She giggles as Y/N glares at her. “Fine, but don’t be mad when you lose.” Y/N laughs as Derek shrugs and waits for Penelope to start. “Never have I ever been dominant in bed.” Penelope giggles as Derek lets out a loud laugh and Y/N’s eyes widen. “Starting hard here.” Y/N giggles as she watches Derek take a drink of his beer. Beside her, she can feel Spencer shift and she looks at him in time to see him drinking from his glass of water. Penelope gasps as she looks at Spencer. “Are you thirsty?” She said hopeful of preserving the innocent image she has of her friend. Spencer lets out a small laugh. “Just playing the game.” He says calmly and Penelope fakes a sob as Y/N tries to stifle her gasp, she looks down at her drink and feels her body heating up. No way just turned her on. She had been trying to hide her attraction to Spencer forever, assuming he only saw her as a friend, and she didn't want to ruin their friendship, but this new information was very, interesting to say the least. 

Derek holds his beer as he thinks about what to say for his turn, a smirk coming to his face. “Never have I ever touched myself to the thought of a coworker.” He laughs as Penelope holds her chest in fake hurt. “You would me.” She giggles as Derek shakes his head, but it doesn't go unnoticed to him that both Spencer and Y/N take drinks from their drinks. Spencer taps the table with his fingers on his turn as he tries to think. “Never have I ever been handcuffed during bed.” He says and laughs as Penelope and Derek both drink, he glances at Y/N who doesn't drink with a raised eyebrow. “Please, you think I trust anyone enough to handcuff me in a vulnerable position like that?” She says as Spencer gives an understanding nod. Y/N smiles as she looks around the table at her friends. “This one is going to reveal how my life is, but every one of you will drink.” She says with a smile. “Never have I ever had an orgasm during sex.” She says, and Penelope and Derek both gasp, while Spencer’s eyes widen in shock. No one had ever made her cum? What kind of pathetic men had she climbed in bed with? 

“Oh honey no,” Penelope says as Y/N nods. “I'm afraid so.” She says as Derek shakes his head. “You were together with Jake for years,” Derek says in shock and Y/N nods. “And not once.” She says with a shrug. Her eyes drift to the bar, and the entire table notices how her demeanor changes, her relaxed body language is suddenly rigid as she looks towards the bar. Penelope follows her eyeline and lets out a groan. “He’s here,” Penelope explains to the boys who nod in understanding as Y/N turns back to the group. Derek and Penelope look at Y/N, but Spencer’s eyes stay trained on the man Penelope had pointed out. He had never met Jake in person, since Y/N kept her work life and private life separate, but he had seen photos of him around Y/N’s apartment before they broke up. “Of course, he brought her with him too,” Y/N says with an eye roll as she finishes her drink. “He’s probably going to come over here to try and make me upset that he’s with her. I know he’s been trying to find out if I’m still single or not.” She says as Penelope scoots her drink towards Y/N, who takes it happily.

Spencer’s eyes are narrow as he notices that Jake has spotted Y/N and is starting to make his way across the club to their booth. Without thinking Spencer grabs Y/N’s outer thigh and pulls her legs across his lap, his hand going between her legs to grip her thigh just under the short dress she is wearing. She lets out a gasp as they move and looks at Spencer curiously, but before she can say anything she hears someone clear their throat beside her. She glances over and notices Jake and his girlfriend standing there. “Hey, nice to see you,” Jake says as his eyes glare slightly at where Spencer is touching her. “Didn't think clubs were your thing.” He says coldly, before she can speak Derek speaks up. “Double date.” He says casually as he throws an arm around Penelope’s shoulders. Jake looks at Y/N and nods. “Well have a nice night.”He says as he turns to leave, Spencer’s hand gripping her thigh tighter as he notices Jake checking her out. Once he's gone Y/N relaxes into Spencer's hold with a sigh.

”You okay?” Spencer leans down to whisper in her ear and she gives a small nod. “I just want to go home I think.” She says as Spencer nods. They had planned to have a sleepover tonight since Y/N lived close to the bar. Spencer leans over and tells Derek that Y/N wants to leave and Derek nods. “You girls go ahead and head to the door we will pay the tabs,” Derek says as Spencer nods. “It’s girls' night, so the guys pay.” Derek winks when Penelope goes to complain, before laughing. The night had been meant to be a girl’s night with JJ and Emily but they both were busy so Derek and Spencer had subbed in. Spencer removes his hand from Y/N’s thigh and helps her stand up before Penelope grabs her arm and they walk towards the doors while the guys head to the bar to pay. 

As they're waiting Derek nudges Spencer’s shoulder. What was that?” He asks as Spencer looks at him. “What?” He says as he hands his card to the bartender to pay for his water and Y/N’s drinks. “The fact that you practically yanked Y/N into your lap. You’ve been so hell-bent on being just friends this whole time, the moment her sleazy ex shows up you’re mister macho?” Derek chuckles as Spencer shrugs. “I wanted her to feel safe.” He says as Derek claps a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure man.” He shakes his head as they head to the doors to meet up with Y/N and Penelope. Penelope and Derek share a cab as Spencer and Y/N head down the sidewalk to her apartment.

Y/N immediately begins taking her heels off as soon as she walks into her apartment. Spencer laughs as she heads towards her room. “I’m taking a shower, I smell like vodka. I’ll order Indian food from that late-night place.” She says as she heads into her room. Spencer chuckles as he heads to the spare room where his bag is. He quickly undresses and slips a pair of sweatpants on, as he’s looking for his shirt he jumps when he hears someone ringing Y/N’s doorbell. He heads to the door curiously, looking through the peephole in shock when he sees Jake standing there. Spencer groans as he opens the door. Jake looks confused when he sees a shirtless Spencer standing at Y/N’s door.

”Yes?” Spencer says as Jake tries to look around him. “Is Y/N here? I wanted to talk to her.” He says as Spencer feigns confusion. “Who are you?” Spencer says as Jake scoffs. “I’m her ex.” He says as Spencer nods. “Oh yeah, Jack right?” He says as Jake huffs. “It’s Jake.” He grumbles. Spencer hears footsteps behind him. “Who’s at the door?” Y/N calls out as she stands behind him in her pajamas, a pair of shorts, and an old MIT sweatshirt she had stolen from Spencer a while ago. Her eyes widen as she sees Jake standing at the door. “Why are you here?” She says in an annoyed tone as Jake tries to move into the apartment, but Spencer blocks him. “I want to talk to you. I miss you.” He calls out as Y/N laughs. “Go home to your girlfriend Jake. I don't want to hear it.” She says as she turns and heads to her kitchen. Jake tries to speak but Spencer silences him as he puts his hand on his shoulder and pushes him back. “You heard her, leave.” He says as Jake stares up at him for a moment before scoffing and walking away mumbling under his breath. Spencer rolls his eyes as he shuts and locks the door.

He finds Y/N in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a sigh. He approaches her and stands in front of her as he looks down at her. “You okay?” He asks worriedly and she sighs as she nods. “He came over here to try and win me back because he was jealous. Who cheats on someone and then gets jealous because they see them with someone else.” She mumbles as Spencer nods. “I can't believe I was so stupid that I-“Her words are cut off as Spencer grabs her chin to force her to look up at him. “Don't, you are not stupid. You feel for his tricks. You are so far from stupid. You have the smartest woman I have ever met.” He says as he looks into her eyes. Y/N can feel herself getting flushed slightly as she looks up at him and gives a small nod. Spencer smiles as he releases her chin but they don't move away from each other. Suddenly the tension is broken when the doorbell rings again. Spencer goes to the door and peaks out seeing it's their food. He opens the door and accepts the food, carrying it to where they normally eat, on Y/N’s couch.

Y/N comes in carrying a bottle of wine for herself and water for Spencer. They put on a documentary they both have been dying to watch as they begin eating. Once they’ve finished eating and Y/N has almost finished her bottle of wine the two scoot closer to each other, cuddling on the couch, being comfortable with each other’s presence. Suddenly Spencer grabs Y/N’s legs like he did at the club and places them across his lap, rubbing soothing circles against the bare skin of her calf. Y/N’s breath hitches every time he pressures them a little harder, her entire body feeling like it’s on fire as she tries to ignore the feeling of desire coursing through her body. The alcohol in her system is making her feel fuzzy, and wanting to speak her mind, but she tries to fight it.

As the movie comes to a close Spencer glances over at her, to see if she seems tired, but she is wide awake as he continues to touch her legs. She glances back at him and bites her lip nervously. “You okay? You seem worried?” Spencer says curiously as she nods. “Spence. I have a question but I don't know if I should ask it because the answer could ruin our friendship.” She says quietly as Spencer nods, acting calm, but inside his heart is hammering against his chest. “Aask.” He says quietly as Y/N  sighs and closes her eyes. “How do you feel about me?” She says in a small whisper as Spencer looks at her. “What do you mean? You’re my best friend Y/N.” Spencer says as Y/N nods and leans away slightly, moving her legs off of him, taking his words as rejection. “Oh okay.” She says quietly and Spencer shakes his head as he grabs her legs to stop her from moving. “What did I say wrong?” He says as she refuses to look at him.

”It’s nothing. I must be drunker than I thought. I need to go to bed.” She says as Spencer reaches up and grabs her chin to force her to look at him. He looks at her eyes as he tries to read her emotions. She shifts slightly, clenching her things together, her desire growing because of the way Spencer so easily grabbed her chin to take control of the situation. “I see,” Spencer says, his voice dropping slightly, a tone she had never heard from him before. “You want to know if I’m attracted to you?” He says as Y/N’s eyes widen, a blush forming on her cheeks at being called out.

Spencer smiles as he lets out a small chuckle. “Want me to tell you how often I imagine showing you what it’s like to cum during sex? Want me to tell you how I imagine you cumming all over my fingers, my face, and my cock?” He says lowly, as he watches her thighs clench together harder. “How about you tell me exactly how wet you already are for me?” He says as he leans closer, his lips barely brushing hers. “If I stick my hand down there and touch that pretty pussy are your shorts going to be soaked?” He says, his lips brushing hers as he speaks. A small whine leaves her throat at his words and Spencer lets off a chuckle. “Let's see.” He says as his other hand moves between her thighs to rub over her covered center

A small groan leaves his lips as he feels the fabric of her shorts soaked through. “Oh god, you are.” He groans as he begins rubbing small circles against her covered clit, a moan leaving her lips as Spencer smirks. He leans forward, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss as his hand moves past the waistband of her shorts. When his hand makes contact with her bare clit Y/N gasps, allowing Spencer to dart his tongue into her mouth, a groan leaving him as he tastes the wine on her tongue as well as the distinctive taste of Y/N.

He continues rubbing circles against her clit, before moving his finger down to gently rub at her entrance. Her hips buck slightly and Sepencer pulls away to kiss a trail down her jaw to her neck. He maneuvers them so Y/N is lying on her back with Spencer on top of her. His other hand makes quick work of rucking the sweatshirt she had on up to so he can grasp at her breasts. His one finger teases at her entrance as she lets out a breathy whine. “Spencer, please.” She says and Spencer smiles against her skin as he leans down to kiss her breasts, as he sucks her nipple into his mouth he plunges his finger inside, causing her to let out a moan at the feeling. Spencer curves his finger as he thrusts it in and out, feeling around until she lets out a loud moan. Spencer moves to the other nippled as he continues hitting that spot. “More.” She whimpers as he enters another finger into her, thrusting and hitting that spot just right as the palm of his hand rubs against her clit. Before she knows it that coil in her lower belly snaps and she’s screaming his name as she cums on his fingers.

Spencer slows his movements as he lets her ride out her orgasm, small whines leaving her throat. When he fully removes his hand he smiles as he sits back, licking his fingers clean as Y/N stares up at him in shock. After she recovers mentally she sits up, Pushing Spencer back on the couch as she runs her hand along the obvious erection in his sweatpants. “My turn.” She says as Spencer laughs, but his laugh turns into a groan as Y/N pulls down his sweat pants and her hand makes a connection with his already leaking cock. She immediately moves so she’s face to face with it as she gives a few small strokes before leaning forward, her tongue darting out to taste the precum already gathering on the tip. Spencer releases a loud moan as he watches her.

She smiles as she moves and slowly begins to take him in her mouth. Spencer’s hand gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of her way as she bobs her head up and down his length, taking more of him each time. Her hand comes up to wrap around what doesn't fit in her mouth as she continues to take him deeper until he hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag and Spencer to throw his head back with a moan. Her other hand comes up to cup his balls, causing Sencer’s eyes to practically roll back. “I’m going to cum.” Spencer gasps out as Y/N lets out a small moan of approval, the vibrations causing Spencer to immediately cum, his hand in her hair holding her still as he cums down her throat with a guttural cry of her name. 

Y/N sits up with a smile as she licks her lips. Spencer is taking deep breaths as he tries to regain his composure. After a moment he looks over at Y/N with a dark look in his eyes. He grabs her by the neck and forces their lips together, before scooping her up and carrying her to her bedroom. He drops her on the bed and removes his sweats, pulling at her clothes until they’re both naked. He doesn’t waste any time as he quickly pushes her back on the bed, slotting himself between her thighs, with his face level with her glistening sex. He throws her legs over his shoulders as he practically dives face-first into her pussy.

Y/N lets out a loud moan at his actions, his tongue relentless as he licks and sucks at her clit. Her hand grasps his hair, a moan leaving his throat when she slightly pulls as he eats her like a man starved. Stars dance behind her eyelids as she hurtles towards another climax. In what feels like seconds she’s screaming Spencer's name again as she cums all over his face. He continues licking and sucking at her as if he can't get enough. The sensation quickly verges on painful as she feels overstimulated. She pulls on his hair with a whine. “Too much.” She says as she hears Spencer mumble something between her legs that sounds like “one move” as he goes back to aggressively licking and sucking at her clit again. She lets out a loud moan as she throws her head back, another orgasm hitting her like a truck as her legs begin to shake.

Spencer finally moves from between her legs, lewdly licking at her release plastered across his chin as he watches her body shake with a smile. He slowly moves up her body until his hips are slotted against hers, his cock hard again as it presses between their stomachs. Spencer smiles as he brushes the hair out of her face and looks into her eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He smirks as she lets out a small giggle. “You don't know how long I've wanted to make you mine. “He murmurs as he leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Then do it,” Y/N whispers back and Spencer smiles as he leans upon his arm to position himself at her entrance before slowly pushing in.

They both release gasps at the feeling of him entering her. Y/N’s hands grasp his back, the feeling of being full after three orgasms almost too much. “God you’re so tight.” Spencer groans as he buries his head in her neck. “I don't think I’ll last long this time.” He murmurs as Y/N nods her agreement. Spencer pulls his hips back, before snapping them forward, both of them moaning at the action. He picks up his pace, kissing her gently as he delivers deep and slow thrusts.Y/N can feel the coil of pleasure starting again as she wraps her legs around his waist more, her nails scratching against his back as she whines. “More, Spencer, more.” She moans and Spencer nods as he picks up his pace, the sound of skin smacking together echoing around the room as the two of them moan and whisper each other’s name.

A few more thrusts and Spencer is leaning back so he can get a hand between them, rubbing her clit in soft circles as Y/N’s moans pick up. “Come on, I want to feel you cum all over my cock.” Spencer grunts out as he feels her walls fluttering around him. “I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to mark you, you’re mine.” Spencer growls as he leans forward to kiss and suck at her neck, his words surprising even him as he feels her clamp around him a final time as her eyes roll back and she cums. Her orgasm triggers his own as his hips are still as he cums deep inside of her with a loud moan. He continues to give small thrusts through his orgasm, fucking his cum deep inside her before he slowly pulls out. Y/N lies spent on the bed as Spencer moves to the en suite to grab a wet washcloth. He cleans Y/N up and then cleans himself up as he moves the blankets, tucking Y/N in and slipping behind her to wrap his arms around her.

He figures she's fallen asleep as he gently kisses her shoulder. “Spencer?” Her small voice calls and Spencer makes a noise of confirmation that he heard her. “I…I love you,” she says quietly and Spencer smiles as he pulls her tighter to him. “I love you too Y/N, I have since I met you.” He smiles against her naked shoulder as she relaxes in his arms. “I guess your piece of shit ex was just the push we needed.”Spencer chuckles as Y/N hits his hand playfully. The two of them fall asleep cuddled together and happy they finally have each other. 

[ofapesandmen]

Of Apes And Men — Masterlist

last updated: 22/1/25

—★ Finished:

ROTPOTA:

NSFW HCs - (ao3 link)

Koba

Makers Marked- drabble [watersports, humiliation, hate sex] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Better - drabble [threesome, cucking, double penetration] (tumblr link) (ao3 link coming soon)

Red

Ride the Donkey - oneshot [size difference, dubcon, m/m] (ao3 link)

KOTPOTA:

Oda

Dating Oda - headcanons [human reader, ape reader, sfw, nsfw] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Proximus Caesar

Good Boy - drabble [praise, power dynamics, m/m] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Through Flesh - drabble [painplay, nipple piercings] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Lightning

Before the Thunder - multichapter [voyerism, hate sex] (ao3 link)

1960'S POTA:

Dr Cornelius

Due for a Thorough Probe - drabble [medicalplay, petplay, prostate milking, m/m] (tumblr link) (ao3 link)

Better Man 2024:

(chimp) Robbie Williams

Bathroom Encounters - drabble [sex with strangers, blowjob] (tumblr link) (ao3 link coming soon)

Better Kingdom AU:

PopEagle(xreader)

Bed Lessons - multichapter [sex with strangers, pseudo-cucking, threesome] (ao3 link)

see what to expect next:

—★ Posting Soon:

Bad Dog, Koba/Reader - oneshot [petplay, bdsm]

—★ Currently Working On:

Bed Lessons chapter 2, Noa/Reader/Robbie - multichapter [pseudo-cucking, threesome]

Spoonful of Sugar, Proximus Caesar/Reader/Anaya - multichapter [love triagle, cucking, threesome]

Caesar SFW & NSFW Alphabet - headcanons

Dating Blue Eyes and Ash, Blue Eyes/Reader/Ash - headcanons [human reader, ape reader, sfw, nsfw]

—★ Next In Line:

Savoury but Sweet, Caesar/FTM!Reader - oneshot [period sex]

New Lovers New Experiences, Blue Eyes/Reader - oneshot [first time]

Warrior's Lesson, Oda/Reader/Anaya - oneshot [pseudo-cucking, threesome]

Sweetness, Dr Cornelius/Reader [fluff, cuddling]

the very long list of future fics:

—★ In The Future:

Non-Reader

Caesar/Koba [hate sex, jealousy]

Rise!Rocket/Caesar [power dynamics, hatesex]

Proximus/Noa/Anaya [dubcon, exhibitionism]

Lightning/Noa [dubcon]

Human Reader

Blue Eyes/Reader [teasing, public]

FTM!Blue Eyes/Reader [heat cycle, cunnilingus]

Ash/Reader [rimming]

Rocket/Stone/Reader [double penetration]

Koba/Stone/Grey/Reader [dubcon, exhibitionism, foursome]

Noa/Anaya/Reader

Anaya/Reader [overstimulation]

Anaya/Reader [edging]

Oda/Proximus/Reader [dubcon, cucking]

Proximus/Reader [petplay]

Proximus/Reader [watersports]

Proximus/Reader [edging]

Proximus/Reader [topping Prox]

Proximus/Reader [genital piercing]

Proximus/Lightning/Sylva/Reader

Proximus/Sylva/Reader [exhibitionism]

Dr Cornelius/Reader [lobotomy, power dynamics]

Ape Reader

Caesar/Reader [cheating, age difference, Reader is dating Blue Eyes]

Rocket/Reader [first heat]

Pre-Dawn!Koba/Reader [fluff, babysitting]

Stone/Reader

Grey/Reader [cheating, Reader is dating Koba]

Spear/Donkey!Reader [hate sex]

Noa/Reader [comfort sex]

Koro/Brat!Reader [age difference, daddy kink]

Anaya/Warrior!Reader

Sona/Reader [childhood best friends]

Oda/Rival!Reader [competition, edging]

Proximus/Royal!Reader [arranged marriage]

Sylva/Reader [size difference]

Lightning/Subordinate!Reader

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Focus on the Job

anonymous requested… “saw your post and saw you write about tf2 sniper? I have an idea for a tf2 sniper story that I personally cannot get off the ground, but I think it's pretty fire and am sure someone else could make into something really cool. So basically, Sniper gets called on a job to kill a woman's husband because he's cheating on her, and over the course of the job Sniper and the woman fall in love. My issue is I haven't nailed down an OC for the woman, but I think this could be an xreader idea too (although I don't read much xreader stories lol).”

cw: mentions of killing, mercenary work, cheating, swearing, female reader, feminine terms and pronouns, Bowie doesn’t know how New Zealanders talk

a/n: this one is going to be a bit more short and sweet, I’m sorry if it’s not what you imagined anon. I might do a bit more if I’m asked but I don’t know.

word count: 476

It was a job. That’s all it was supposed to be.

He’d gotten a call at night, and set to work in the morning. A very distressed sounding woman who said that her husband was cheating on her. Sniper wasn’t exactly a saint himself but he would not let a man cheat on a woman he’d devoted himself to. It was just plain cruel. The man had to be brought to justice. He agreed to take the client, he’d be killed from afar but he’d have to be paid face to face in cash after he was dead. It was a deal after that. The morning after the woman called, a bullet came sailing through her kitchen window and right between her husband’s eyes. Despite knowing exactly what she was paying for, she called the police, begging for help. Help came. She didn’t care. His body was gone. He was gone. That’s all that mattered.

The night was cold, you’re standing under a streetlight with your hands in your pockets. It’s around that part of summer when the morning and the nights are freezing despite the afternoons being hot. You have your hood up and over your head to try and hide your face or any defining features, but now you just look like a creep. A figure approached you, giving you a polite wave to show they weren’t a threat. It’s the man you spoke to on the phone, the Sniper.

The man that killed your lying, cheating husband.

You were glad to see him in person.

He stood next to you silently, hands in his own pockets. Despite the weather he still had his red sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Thanks by the way,” you said quietly, as if speaking too loud would physically shatter the silence, handing him the money you owed him. He nodded wordlessly.

“Any time,” he said, taking the money and stuffing it into his pocket in an informal manner. “Just doing my job.” You look up at him and smile at him.

“You got a name I can call you?” You ask, wondering exactly who he is.

“I’m just a sniper, ma’am, that’s all you gotta call me,” the Sniper replied. You heaved a sigh at the uninformative response, before turning on your heels to get back in your car and leave. “You know it’s a shame,” he calls out by the time that you’re in the dark and he’s still under that streetlight. “A woman as beautiful as you getting cheated on, a bloody shame.” You pause for a moment at the statement. You don’t say much for a few seconds, just looking at him over your shoulder.

“Goodbye, mister Sniper,” you say simply, before walking away. He’s left under the light of the street lamp and you’re left in the dark to walk to your car.

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x Reader

Title: “He Loves Me.”

WARNINGS: ABUSE (domestic, verbal, and emotional abuse), Strong language, if you are in anyway triggered by the topic of abuse, please do not read. If you have gone through abuse, please, be aware when reading this, because it could set off triggers. 18+ due to the topic of abuse.

Characters: Jason Todd and F!xReader, Brent and Lily made up characters.

Based on some true events. Please be kind. This is someone else’s story being told from my perspective, and in my writing. It has been requested by a friend, and friend has approved of this x reader.

————-

Tears streamed down your face as you sat on the bathroom floor. Quiet sobs escaped your lips, your body trembled as your fingers shook over the bruise that now adorned your cheek.

You held the handheld mirror out in front of you. Tears stained your cheeks and your eyes were red and puffy. “He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He really does love me. He’s just having a bad day.” You whispered to yourself.

The sleeves of your sweater raised up, and bruises were scattered all along your forearm. A pounding sound on the door made you drop the mirror to the floor, and you brought your legs closer into your chest. “I’m not finished with you yet!” A loud voice boomed on the other side making you shudder.

You leaned your head against the cabinet, wishing you were anywhere but here. “He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He really does love me. He’s just having a bad day.”

Regardless of how you felt now, you knew better than to open that door. You knew how he got when he was drunk. You knew how he felt when dinner wasn’t on the table or the clothes weren’t folded and put away. You also knew how he reacted when you brought up his cheating. And yet, somehow, you always believed the next time would be different; even though every time he showed you his reaction would remain the same.

It started out small. Your hard headedness, and fiery attitude would earn you a few grabs of the chin, or him grabbing your face to force you to look into his eyes. Small bruises would form and you would cover them up. No big deal, right? You deserved it because you had your own personality.

Wrong. Your friends had told you how wrong it was. But your mind led you to believe other wise. He loves me. He’s making me a better person.

Then it turned into him grabbing your wrists, arms, hair— whatever he could grab in the heat of the moment, he grabbed. After his small rampages, he would kiss your lips, whispering, “Baby… I’m so sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. I’m trying to be different, I’m trying to change, but it’s hard.” He would cry into your shoulder.

He did change— for a while anyway. Your daughter was born. He was in love and in awe of her— until he wasn’t. The drinking started again, and then the affairs happened. Multiple affairs had started. Constantly, you would cry to him, “I love you! Why do you have to find comfort and understanding in another woman’s arms?”

That resulted in him slapping you for the first time. “Shut the fuck up! Just shut up! You nag me so much! That’s why I do it!” He would scream at you, and then leave in a fit of rage.

After that, you were quiet. You didn’t speak unless spoken to. You knew when and when not to speak; he was a ticking time bomb. You tended to your daughter, and did what was expected and asked of you.

Tonight, it was different. Two years of him being abusive, tonight was the worst. Brent had been gone for three weeks. He never text, called, or came home to tell you where he was. You were genuinely worried about him… was he dead? Alive? The landlord had came knocking on your door at 7 that morning.

“Y/N, listen, you haven’t paid rent in a month and a half. You know I’m partial to you because I know your situation.” The older man said, as he looked around you, seeing your small daughter watching the television.

“But I have to draw the line somewhere. The yelling and the fighting, your neighbors have asked me to remove the two of you from the building.” He said rubbing the back of his neck.

“If— if you leave him, I’m sure I can make other arrangements for you to stay. My daddy treated my mother the same as your boyfriend does you. That’s why I have a soft spot for you, but if you choose not to— I have to evict you.” He whispered, and he glanced over your shoulder.

“Do it for that little girl in there. You have three days to come up with the rent payment for last month, if I don’t have it, or if you don’t get rid of the scum bag, you have thirty days to vacate the premises.” He handed you a sheet of paper, and slowly walked away.

Tears streamed down your face, as you remained frozen at the door. “Do it for that little girl.” Rang in your mind, and you closed the door.

You walked over and got on the floor, and cradled your daughter close to your body. “He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He really does love me. He loves us.”

That night, you had put your daughter to bed, and Brent had decided to come home. He threw his jacket on the couch, and tossed his keys on the table near the entry way.

A paper caught his attention, and he picked it up. “When did you get this?” He questioned, and you leaned against the island that separated the kitchen from the living room.

“Today. The landlord said we have three days to come up with last month’s rent, or we have thirty days to leave.” You said and he crumpled the paper and threw it to the floor.

Anger filled your body, and you couldn’t control the words that fled from your mouth. “Brent! You haven’t been home in three weeks. Three weeks! You haven’t called or text— I didn’t know if you were dead or alive!” You shouted. “Lily and I have been living off of scraps for two days, and the rent is overdue, and—“ before you could finish your sentence a stinging pain across your face made you freeze.

Brent was standing in front of you, “Shut up, Y/N! It’s none of your damn business where I was.” He said and you began backing up towards the couch.

The back of your knees were pressed to the edge of the couch, and his face was inches away from yours. “I don’t know why you think you can talk to me like that. I’ll pay the damn bills when I’m good and ready.”

“Where were you?” You demanded. “I’ve been here struggling, taking care of our daughter, while you’re out fucking some whore for three weeks?” You spat.

Angrily, he shoved you down on the couch. His body straddled you—his knee was pressed into your hip, making you squirm underneath his weight. “You’re lucky I’m even with you. You deserve to be treated like this. You don’t deserve my attention—I work hard all the while you sit here all day.”

You tried to push him off you, and with one hand, he had your hands pressed into your stomach. His other hand caught your gaze; it was cocked back and he was ready to punch you in the face.

“Brent—get off me, please!” You pleaded with him.

“You deserve this.” He said, but a small voice came from around the kitchen island. “Dada? Momma!” Your daughter squealed as she came running up to the two of you.

She had a smile on her face, and Brent jumped up off you. “Play time?” Lily asked, and you quickly grabbed her and ran to the bathroom locking the door behind you.

You sat Lily down, and she went to the basket where her bath toys were. That’s when you finally broke down into tears, watching your daughter play with her toys, oblivious to what was going on around her.

You picked up the handheld mirror and stared at yourself, why? Why did you let things go this far. Brent started pounding on the door, “Come out here now! I’m not finished with you yet!” He yelled. You pulled your legs closer to your chest, resting your head against the cabinets.

Lily stared at the bathroom door, and then looked back at you. “We’re okay.” You whispered to her, and she went back to playing with her toys.

“I’m going to go get beer. When I get back, you better be out of that bathroom.” He threatened.

When you heard the front door shut, you unlocked the door and quickly grabbed your cellphone. You dialed a number you knew by heart, and raced to the bedroom to pack up some of yours and Lily’s belongings.

“Hello?” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. “Y/N, are you there?” Jason Todd asked, and you couldn’t hold back the sobs anymore.

“Jay— I need your help. But you have to get here fast. Please.” You whimpered into the phone. “I don’t know how much time I have left, before- before he comes back.” You said.

Instantly, you heard a car door slam. “I’m coming.”

——————

You had packed up important documents, all of yours and Lily’s clothes, and her favorite toys. A knock on the door made you jump. You slowly opened the door, and a pair of dark brown eyes stared into yours.

You flung the door open and Jason pulled you into his body. His forehead pressed against yours, “What’s wrong Y/N/N? Why do you have to leave? Where’s Brent?” He asked and he pulled away from you.

The bruise across your cheek had darkened, and so did Jason’s eyes when he seen it. “Did he do this to you!?” He asked and tears filled your eyes.

Jason brought you back into his body and cradled your head. “I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He said into your hair, and you pulled away. “Why did you stay?” He asked.

“We have to go. Before he gets back—” you say, and Jason’s eyes were fixated on something behind you. You turned around, and your daughter was standing near the kitchen island.

“Momma, I sleepy.” She said rubbing her eyes. You went over and picked her up, and placed a blanket over her little body. Jason’s eyes went from Lily to you.

“You.. this is why you stayed.” He said answering his own question. You nodded your head with tears in your eyes.

He picked up your duffle bags, and your daughter’s small backpack. “Let’s go.” He whispered and he led you down to a car you knew had to belong to Bruce. It was unlike Jason to not drive his motorcycle.

Jason helped you put the car seat into the car, and you buckled her in. Lily was sound asleep, and you pressed a kiss to her little head. You turned and stared up at the apartment building, questioning your decision to leave. He’ll just find me. He’ll apologize, he loves me. He needs me and I need him. But the old landlords words rang in your mind, “Do it for that little girl.”

With a deep breath, you tossed your purse into the passenger seat, letting Jason help you into the car. He closed the door and got into the drivers seat. Jason was silent the entire car ride to Wayne Manor. He had reassured you that Bruce was in Beijing on business, and the rest of the batboys were off patrolling.

Jason took you to his old bedroom, and he sat your bags near the closet door. Quietly, you placed Lily down on the bed and covered her with the blankets, leaving her teddy bear next to her.

You sat on the edge of the bed, pushing the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Jason leaned up against the old oak dresser staring at the two of you.

“What’s her name?” He asked, and you quietly replied: “Lillian Jayde. She’s two and a half.”

You looked over your shoulder. “Her middle name, Jayde, was inspired by you, Jay.” You said quietly, and he came closer to you, kneeling down to the floor.

“When did he start hitting you?” He asked and you clasped your hands together. “Six months into the relationship.”

“Why did you stay?” He questioned and you looked down at your hands. “Because I loved him. I was scared to leave him. He- he isn’t like this all the time…. I am stubborn and you know me, I have a big mouth and say things that are out of line-“

Jason cut you off, “What the hell- do you hear yourself? Why are you making excuses for that piece of shit?” He asked, and he held your hands in his.

His gaze softened, “A real man would never forcibly change you. You are perfect. Do you hear me? You are not worthless, you are not his punching bag, and if he loved you, he wouldn’t have done this to you.” He said pulling up your shirt sleeves.

“You could have easily kicked his ass. You were trained to fight- you are so strong, why?” He stared into your eyes searching for answers.

“Because I was tired of fighting. I felt safe with him, and I- and I got pregnant, and things changed, Jay, I don’t know.” You cried out, and he pulled you into his body. You explained everything that had happened that night, and after you had finished he said, “I will be right back.” There wasn’t enough time to ask him where he was going, or what he was doing.

You laid down next to Lily, expecting Jason to just run downstairs, but he was gone for over an hour. When he had finally come back, you got out of the bed and walked towards him. His lip was split, and his knuckles were starting to bruise- there was no need to ask where he went or what he did, because deep down you knew.

His brown eyes stared at you as he gently touched your cheek; Jason pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, Y/N. I’m not going to let him come near you or her. I’m going to protect you both. You hear me?” you hugged him tighter. “We will figure this whole thing out, and I’m going to be with you every step of the way, okay?”

You looked into his eyes and gave him a grateful smile. You felt safe in his arms. Jason Todd had saved you and your daughter from a life of torment and abuse. The words “He loves me.” Had a whole new meaning to you, and you had finally done it for that little girl.

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I know this was rough and sad. But I was asked by a friend to write this and bring awareness to abuse. Some of these events are based on a true story and real life, minus Jason Todd, but I am happy to say that his friend has met her “Jason”. This was difficult and different for me to write about this topic. Please do not send hate.

You are worthy of love. You deserve someone who will love you. You deserve to be happy. My inbox is always opened, even if you just need someone to talk to.

Much love,

Kaleidoscopewritings19 ❤️‍🩹

[crippling-characters-addiction]

Masterlist and Info

What I'll write

- fluff/comfort yippee happy happy happy

- suggestive (not full on smut but like yk)

- smut! get as kinky as you'd like in the requests, can't promise I'll be comfy with everything but maybe I'll try it out wink wonk

- angst (I WILL CRY but I'll write it)

- one-shots and drabbles because I lack the motivation to write something in parts (maybe I will one day, idk, let me just up my ADHD meds)

- headcannons (and SFW/NSFW alphabets)

- mainly male characters bc I'm ✨G A Y✨ but if you reaaaaaally want a female character then I'll try my best

- poly relationships also 🫶

- song fics also <3 shh don't judge me, I daydream to music

- crack fics if I manage to be funny </3

- Vampire, Merfolk, Cryptid, etc AUs also rock

- platonic! romantic! sexual! queerplatonic! friends that cuddle and kiss! childhood friends to lovers! enemies to lovers! lovers to enemies! enemies that fuck because they want to kill each other so fucking bad! parent!character and child!reader! fluffy childhood friends! anything is game!! as long as it's not like- pedophilia or rape because I will kill you with my own hands

I'll also only write xreader bc that's my specialty

I won't write fem reader sorry girls/femme aligned peeps </3 (you can still interact I guess but I won't write fem reader)

male reader, gender neutral reader, non binary reader that's all fucking good <3

trans masc reader!!! (I'm trans masc agender)

if you do ask me for a tmasc/gn reader please specify the body type you'd like to have! (top surgery and no bottom surgery, bottom growth, etc)

Characters/fandoms I'm into

Arcane

Viktor (mmmwah mwah mwah baby)

Jayce (can't stop looking at her t- t- t- t- face)

merman!Jayce headcanons (sfw and nsfw, gender neutral reader)

Crowns and Armor (Knight!Jayce x Prince!reader headcanons)

JayVik (poly)

Silco (young or old idc)

Vander (also young or old or even the furry version if you into that)

zaundads/Vanco (poly) (also young or old)

Angel Voice (Vander x Silco x male reader! platonic but flirty)

Salo (I hate him so much I want to fuck him raw)

Scar (my bb </3)

Steb (also my bb </3)

In- [INVINCIBLE] (huh? what was that?)

Mark (UGH he's so FINE why is he straight </3)

William (I love him he's so sassy)

uh other Marks (hehe my favorite is the one with no goggles bc he's a masochist <3 I'll bash your head in bby don't worry)

Rex (hey bby how about you explode my a- NOT LIKE THAT)

The Arcana

Asra (MY BABYYYY MY BABY)

Muriel (also my baby)

Julian (stupid dumb baby)

Nadia (queeeen I love her)

Portia (Portiaaaa yaaaay)

Fictif (Last Legacy)

Felix (babyyy)

Rime (I hate him so much I'll suck his dick)

Sage (OOOH BABY)

Escell (you wanna fuck that old man? so do I)

Lucan (titties?- sorry- tittie? sorry- tittie? sorry)

Florian (I have to fuck both ex husbands-)

Fictif (Movie Romance)

Miguel Bravo (ik I'm also latino but DAMN he's FINE)

Nicky Valentino (mmmm sugar daddy-)

Fictif (Roadkill)

Poe (babyyy)

Fictif (Courting the Crown)

Ryan (Ryan? more like rawr- kill me)

Gwydion (I chose the option to be amazing at archery but I'm actually really shit at it)

Theo (YES yES I'll marry you again)

Fictif (Monster Mannor)

Casimir (I like to bully him cause he's a dumb rich kid <3 and also french)

Rainier (babyyyy you poor baby I will kill that wizard bitch for you my baby)

Yuurivoice

Seth (I wanna be cooowboeh baaaybeh)

Charlie (my rat <3)

Alphonse (hey, all those sweets... what else is sweet, huh?)

Auron (choke meeee *ahem* what? who said that?)

Finn (Finneas?? his head isn't even triangular!)

Bittersweet duo (poly Seth and Alphonse)

Delicious in Dungeon

Laios (stupid HIMBO I love him)

Fictif (Ghosted)

Jesse Rodríguez (I wanted my highschool romance maaan ughh all I got was cheated on </3)

Disclaimers

Remember I am also a person with likes/dislikes and boundaries and you are not my boss so I'll write whenever, however and whatever I want <3

I am eighteen years old (you'll have to trust me I'm not showing ID)! and I'm not gonna tell minors not to interact with my content because number one you'll do so anyway and number two reading porn is not bad or immoral! maybe just don't DM me <3 (which why would you anyway) and if you're gonna request smut do so anonymously for your own safety

Also, I won't judge you for any kinks you might have, even if it's something I'm not comfortable writing (I'll ignore your ask if I don't wanna write it) as long as everything you're into is legal, ethical and consensual I won't throw hands <3

Also also! feel free to just send me random thoughts, I'll simp over characters with you <3

And finally, I'm not a native english speaker but PLEASE if I make a typo or a grammatical/spelling error TELL ME

- Love (and also lust), Yuno

[satansbiggestkinnie]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !𝟏!𝟏!

☆ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄/𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄

Transmasc!! They/He/She (They/He pref but pls use all!)

TAKEN AROACE LESBIAN 🔥🔥🔥

Kins: Kokomi,Sayori,Mafuyu,Fischl,Satan,N25,WxS

♡𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟,𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭,𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!

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GENRES:Fluff 𖹭,Angst ☾,Smut ❦,Lime•°°•,Character xReader,Character x Character𖤐,Requested𐙚,headcanons,ask for more!✿

RULES:

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• Sexual abuse/r@pe. I can put mentions of it,but no being explicit.

• Incest.

• P#dophilea.• Characters abusing/r@ping Reader.

• Reader/characters cheating on reader/character. I can have the character/people think that the character/reader is cheating.

• No weird kinks,like piss,poop,and period kinks. Ew. Also,no feet kink,sorry.

• About Obey me,I know people say, "The brothers aren't actually related." And while that might be true(idk),I personally just don't feel right writing brother x brother <3

• Please ask if you're not sure about requests.

• I can choose not to accept requests that make me uncomfortable,even if it is not in the rules. I can't predict every bad thing.

🎀─────── ꒰ 🎀 ꒱ ───────🎀

𝐇𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐢! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 <𝟑

🎀─────── ꒰ 🎀 ꒱ ───────🎀

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲: ♡

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: ☆

✿ SYMBOLS:Fluff 𖹭,Angst ☾,Smut ❦,Lime•°°•,Character xReader,Character x Character𖤐,Requested𐙚,headcanons,ask for more!

☆ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬:✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

NEWEST ONE !!: DC COMICS >< (old one that's resurfaced :3)

♡ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢 ~

Pjsk ship headcanons

☆ 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 ~

𖹭Sitting on their lap headcanons❦

Just simping over admiral Levi

•° 𖹭Drunk Lucifer who will...❦°•

☆ 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝 ~

♡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐰𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ~

♡ 𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 ~

☆ 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 ~

♡ Puella Magi Madoka Magica

☆ 𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 ~

☆ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 ~

☆ 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~

Katara is overhated :(

𖹭Izumi wants to know about her grandpa Ozai! 𖹭

I love Zukka and Sukka :3

♡ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 ~

♡ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 ~

♡ 𝐒𝐡𝐞-𝐫𝐚

♡ Ride The Cyclone

♡ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

♡𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫,𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!!

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Fic recommendations:

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢 ~

Nenekasa: Gaming fluff <3

𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 ~

MC and the brothers play dnd

Satan and Luke parallels

Mc beats the shit out of someone because they insulted their lover

Satan smut (afab! Reader + mentions of Princess from a book)

More Satan smut because I am in love with this man

Malnourished MC

SICKINGLY SWEET FLUFF WITH MC AND DIA AND MOVIES

THIS COMIC BAHAHA

Trollhunters ~

Dating Douxie headcanons!1!1!

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!!/𝐩

NOTE!!:

#Lucille's Library 🍵💳 for stories

#Luka's Letters 💌 for random rambles

#Cat thoughts 🎸 for analysis and opinions mainly abt fiction :3

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 13

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.5k

A/N: Long time coming! I've been so busy getting ready for uni, I recently transferred colleges so my life is a MESS rn. I hope you guys like this one, new chapter hopefully next week. Enjoy my lovies

You were going to be an aunt. That was very true, very insane, but very true. Your best friend, sister in law (to be), and childhood bully had a tiny little thing in her belly. A little friend in there, Tía Andrea.

You weren't having kids for a long time, you think, so this little blessing was going to be spoiled to a T.

 Juan, you named the baby, if he was a boy, Julia, if she was a girl. An affinity for J names you've noticed, god help you.

After sulking at the thought of Javier dropping you the second he sees Lorraine, you do see your brother and congratulate him. You cry, because he's going to be a dad, you want to tell him to be the dad you two never got to have, but that was far too heavy for a guy like Frankie. You leave him be, because you were quite the cry baby and that he hated about you.  

You groan in your bed, it had been 2 whole nights since Javi left you without a word. His face so full of nothing when he looked back at you for a chin raising nod as a goodbye.

You had the privilege of working at the summer school program from 9-2, the rest of your nights were alone. Spreading jam on toast, sitting criss-crossed dipping your finger in the purple goop and finger feeding your teething sister, who almost always gripped your finger and gnaw. It sort of hurt but tickled, the feeling of no teeth, hungry teething angry baby. Those were your moments of laughter. 

You ranted to poor Marisol often, “Do you think Lorraine and Javi will just rekindle that flame? I'm so stressed Sol,” she had a permanent grin on her face so you felt like she never took your problems seriously. She was 11 months old, still you felt judged. 

“I didn't want it to end”

Pause, a fucking pause. 

“I didn't want it to end that way either. “

Your chest expanded and tightened at the thought. And you did what you have always done best.

Overthink it.

What if it was Houston that tore them, too grown too soon. What if them both standing in a wedding in their hometown, a town where they fell in love in, what if that becomes just too much for them and they realize that they can try the damn thing again. You narrow your eyes at your sister as she slobbers on her fist. Lorraine has always been prettier than you. You couldn't see why Javi wouldn't just crumble at her feet when she comes home.

And she's a Christian, like a good one.

You recall in your sophomore year being teased by a junior named Terrance. He had heard about the rumor (the half true rumor), that Javier hooked up with his best friends sister atop a car. Close, you thought.

Hook up though? Depended on your definition, and it was against the car, not on top. Anyway, he crowded you at your lunch table while your friends stood to get their meals. He claimed you made it up for attention, why would anyone cheat on Lorraine with you? You held it together, brows pulling tight and leaving without a word. Finding the bathroom and breaking down, an experience unique to teenage girls. 

Biting back sobs in a bathroom stall. 

You stare at your baby sister longer, “Don't ever let a boy talk you down, okay mama?” She babbles and you take an aggressive bite of your toast. Face screwing up realizing you never really liked this snack. And don't let a boy shut you out after he's been intimate with you. You shake your head no, I’ll tell you that one when you're older. 

Like a light bulb hovering over your head, you grab your sister and walk out your room. Storming into the living room where your mother and her husband cuddled while watching some movie. The baby babbled at the sight of her daddy, “Going to bed.” You lie and plop your sister in their laps and hurry up the stairs before your mother could question you. 

You lock your bedroom door and shed your clothes with thoughts of Javier and his stupid sexy mustache and smile. How pleased he seemed to be getting you off, bastard. You stare at the mirror while you're bare, the hickeys on your soft skin mellowing in the slightest. And despite wanting to go over to Javier's just to talk, you slip on pretty panties. Just in case. 

You dig for something less appealing to stick on your body. If you don't tempt he wont have to see what's waiting for him under it all.

Jackpot.

Frankies track pants from high school, Laredo’s awful navy and black colors. Haven't they heard, navy and black is fashion suicide. You slip the loud material on, and then a gray tank top. You don't even bother with sneakers, slippers will do. 

You don't even call, you exit through your window and hop off the small shed Mr. Warden recently built for his storage. Passing your own car and walking to Javier's house at 11 pm. 

You're huffing 2 minutes in, despite Texas being famously flat, you still had the beastly hill to get to the two paths that led to Javier's home. The short cut that involved walking 3 minutes in the woods and ending at his house in less than ten, or the main road with long haul truckers and an additional 15 minutes to the walk. 

“God, please don't let me get mauled by a wolf.” You mutter to yourself before making a left into the barely lit trail, one warm light at the beginning and one off in the distance at the end. 

Well you don't die. You do get bit by some sort of bug on your elbow and startled by a squirrel. You just repeat to yourself that this is a good idea, the two of you need to communicate.

You end up at the Peña ranch, completely dark. You start to realize how silly it was for you to show up unannounced in the dead of night but the light from Javier's room has your stomach doing a strange flip. His window closed but the view of him sat at his desk was clear. 

Javier heard your call and didn't even startle. He was confused for a moment, looking at his door to his room but ultimately he threw that idea away, you strolling in his house near midnight, no way.

Hearing a crunching of leaves and a shriek, Javier is at his feet and opening his window, his eyes meeting your flushed cheeks and a leaf in your hair. 

Javier desperately tries to bite back a laugh at the sight, shirt strap off your shoulders, in track pants and slippers. Eyes wide in embarrassment, he’s just glad you aren’t hurt from whatever caused a piece of greenery to be stuck in your hair, a hand swiping to whack the thing away. Your hair disheveled from the midnight breeze, you were so damn beautiful. Always. 

“Will you stop staring and let me in before your dad comes out here with a shotgun?” 

Javier blinks, realizing he had just been ogling you for a bit too long, “Right, sorry.” 

He grips your hands and lifts you in. You huff with the sketchy landing, effectively kicking your slippers off and dusting off those loud pants, your cheeks are still red, maybe it’s from the fall or the weather or something else. You sit on his bed, wiping your brow free of sweat. “This thing makes me sound like a fucking wind tunnel.” You tug at the oversized pants. 

A strange primal heat spread across Javier’s chest seeing you wear pants that obviously weren’t yours but instead some boys.

The heat died when he realized they’re just your brothers. He remembers Frankie wearing them back in high school. 

“Wait-how did you get here?” A worry flashing him, you bring your knees to your chest on his bed. He stood against his desk, his arms crossed, leaned forward a bit to be face level with your own. He was just a huge broad man, you had to pounce on him.

About that, you think. 

“Walked, what were you reading?” You deflect, Javier shakes his head knowing what you're trying to do, he’s known you for a decade. He knows your often poor decision making skills and inability to lie, so he presses again, ignoring your question.

“I would have picked you up if you called.”

He would have, in a heartbeat. He’d drop anything and you knew that. Through all your insecurity and self depreciation you always understood that. That pissed you off, no wonder you had fallen so hard. He was always there, fixing up whatever mess you made.

He never did really mind, but you going M.I.A on him and then putting yourself in harm's way just to see him. That pissed him off pretty bad. Then again he could also never really be angry with you, not when you're finally here with him after so many years of no contact wondering if you were okay, happy, fed, healthy or whatever he killed himself over worrying about you. 

You, and your fucking tiny tank top and big eyes like you've never done wrong in your life. To him you hadn't and if you did, those eyes tell him otherwise. You just shrug with a pretty pout and a pulled brow. That stupid thought of pressing his thumbs to your forehead smoothing out any worry you’ve ever had. “I wanted to go on a walk and ended up here.” Lie.

“It just isn’t safe.” Javi’s crossed arms flex when you narrow your eyes in annoyance.

“Believe it or not Agente, I used to take walks by myself back when you lived with Lorraine 5 months ago.” You bite and ah, thats why you’re here.

He saw the look on your face change when he spewed that awkward phrasing to Genie’s news.

Truthfully Javier didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He gripped the wheel to his truck when he dropped Genie off at her house. His pounding head leaning against the wheel, feeling so dumb. Ashamed. 

He didn’t call you because he didn’t know how.  Didn’t know if your mom would pick up or if you were actually upset with him. Maybe you felt different after he ate you out, after he bent you over and came on your back. Maybe he was a fucking idiot and moving too fast. 

But the name drop gave him confirmation. Javier dropped his eyes to the floor and let out a sigh. “Yeah, about Monday…” His eyes stay trained to the ground, bracing himself for your attitude that he strangely adored. For you to rip him a new one for making you feel bad, for making you feel unsure in whatever this was. Waiting for a justified fuck off, or a firm talk like you gave him when he saw you again for the first time last week. 

But instead he hears you sniffle. 

Well fuck, you were crying and Javier looked like you had just stabbed him. Striding to you to get on his knees and hold your knees as you sat perched up on his bed crying over something so stupid. But the whole situation gave you deja vu.

A flash of trying to look pretty for him after the two of you kissed and fading at the hollow pit in your belly when you saw him arm in arm with Lorraine just two days after. 

Communicate, it’s what you told yourself to do on your way to his house. You lost too many years by being too damn shy to tell him how you felt. 

But now that the moment was here you couldn’t help but sob. But to feel like the insecure girl trying to compete with someone in a different ball park. But this time around Javi is repeating your name and attempting to soothe you, his hands moving from your knees to your wrists. Andrea, he presses so tenderly and so concerned. 

Andrea, querida, what’s wrong, hey. 

And all other soft calls to you. “I-I’m sorry- I don’t know why i’m crying, sometimes when I’m around you—i still feel like i’m sixteen and—" He drops his head, his hands loosening at the thought of all the mistakes he made with you. Your own hands flex and move from the hold completely as he’s at your mercy, head bowed. “I understand if Lorraine coming home changes things—you two were together for a long time and I know she’s probably less complicated or-or emotional—and not someone you need to hide— I know she’s easier to have and keep. I won’t be upset, I know in comparison i’m i don’t know, homely? And never really made for a good-“

“Andrea.” His voice strained but demanding you to stop your tearful rambling. It wasn’t like you to act that way, not anymore. You’ve grown too much to let all your insecurities wash you out, but it seems that maybe you never got over 1980, maybe you couldn’t just have casual sex with Javier Peña. 

“What?” Your voice breaks, god. And there’s Javier with that same look of disappointment, in you, in himself or in your doomed situation, you weren’t sure but he looks absolutely torn in half. 

His wet lips part like he was prepared to say something but they shut as his eyes search yours.

There’s silence again and his eyes drop and you begin to fear that maybe he agreed with all that you said. Maybe he knew that when his ex came home he’d be ready to fix that, maybe he knew Lorraine was a simpler, prettier girl. So your heart breaks further every second that passes. Every second he doesn’t look at you. 

 “Be with me.” 

Your mouth parts at the softness in his voice, and what was left of your heart swelling in your chest. Tears fell harder in confusion and praying this wasn’t just another spec of false hope, hoping it wasn’t another kiss by his car or another if you tell me to stay. 

You whisper, “What?”

His own eyes, glossy. “I don’t want anyone else, I don’t want you with anyone else. Nothing will change that. I don’t care if this is difficult, I don’t care if you think you’re hard to be with. I’m just asking you to be with me Andrea.”

You frown and shut your eyes tightly. You want him to repeat it again, over and over until you two wither away together.

Maybe he also knew that you two could never just be casual. 

Javier and Andrea casually hooking up, who were you kidding?

“Okay-"

He doesn’t let you finish whatever came next, you don’t even know what else you were going to say because his lips were crushing your own. His hand holding the back of your head as he presses you close. Tying your souls in his own way, kissing and holding you. 

Finally. Oh my god…

You arch your back into him, he groans against you when he realizes his uncomfortable position. His body hunched over in order to make out with you while you sat on the edge of his bed. 

“Fuck it.” He mumbles before grabbing your ass and lifting you up. Your legs wrap against him, holding to him like a koala. His hands generously squeezing at your behind in the track pants. Your nails raking in his pretty brown hair, his mustache scraping your lips raw and you love it. 

Laying you on his bed and kissing you there would be easy, but Javier obviously could care less about easy, I mean he just asked his best friends sister to be his for good. So he held you up, licking into your mouth with your legs wrapped around his stomach. Moaning when your core rubbed against his stomach. 

“Am I too heavy?”

Javi scoffed against your lips, “shut the fuck up.”

He takes a few steps back and bumps into his desk. The image of you bent over it, taking him makes his pants tighten. He turns to sit you on it, shoving the mail from work on the floor, the thing you had been so interested in just 10 minutes ago. 

He steps back slightly, your hands still attached to him with your swollen lips and desperation for more. You looking so pretty perched up on his desk. He had to have you every day, what was he going to do when he leaves, what was he going to do?

No time for that, he grabs your face again and continues kissing you, making up for all those years you spent wanting him. All the years he spent hiding how bad he wanted you. 

Without warning Javier hooks his left hand in the front of your thin top and pulls it down. Your breasts spilling out, and he looks like he’s ready to devour you. His mouth immediately attaching to your left breast eliciting a high pitched moan from you. His wet lips suctioning on such a sensitive and untouched part of your body. His right hand moving to your unattended one. Kneading and gripping while his tongue flicked and swirled. 

Your hair falls in your face as your heavy head falls at the pleasure. Still so wet, you move your hips to hopefully get some release, “Javi, please-“

His lips part from your breast, his mouth wet and open as he looks up to you, waiting for your request. But you’re so turned on by the circumstance, by him asking you to be his, by the way his hair is falling above his brow and by your breasts spilling out of your tank top “What do you need baby?”

“I want to come.” 

His lips quirk at your bluntness. He wastes no time and begins pulling off your pants—or your brother pants. Your chest heaves when he stands straight to remove you from the desk and you get a glimpse of his hardness. Heavy in the oh so causal sleep pants that made your head spin

“I want you to come.” You add, he pauses his brows raising a bit. “We don’t have to take off our clothes, i’m not ready yet but we can-“ You cut yourself off feeling awfully shy and juvenile for the suggestion but his eyes darken at your bashfulness. You were ready to fuck him on Monday when you were clouded by horniness and the uncertainty of if it was your last time but now he wants to you to be his. You never need to rush. 

He tilts his head slightly and grabs the bottom of your tank, freeing you from it. Leaving you bare breast and in your small little underwear, placed on his desk. His pretty girl, his, finally his. 

“What baby? You wanna dry hump me? Like a couple of fucking teenagers?”

Your cheeks heat quickly, embarrassed about your stupid horny ask, feeling frozen in shame until Javi smiles again. Picking you up for what feels like a millionth time and sitting you in his lap at his desk chair. Straddling him, you feel the weight of him, so close to him.

You love kissing him, you never want to stop and you don’t, your lips working on his. Dragging to his cheek leaving wet kisses from jaw to neck. The perfect position to hear his own pretty breaths. 

In between pants he gets a hold on your waist lifting you slightly. He gives himself space to move his erection, move it to help you feel him better. Lowering you, your lips suck and nip at his neck leaving a careless mark. A whine leaves your parted lips at the contact and his lips quirk in a sweet smile. 

But the smile fades into an eyebrow screwing groan when you move on him. He repeats your name in worship. His forehead dropping to your shoulder while you use his body. So little clothing for you and so much for him. Yet he’s mumbling in your ear like he’s already on the verge of finishing.

Feeling the underside of him rub against the thin cotton throws you for a loop and you can’t seem to care how feral you have to look getting yourself off on Javi like this. His head turns to place his lips on the space below your ear.

“Don’t leave, let me keep you here forever.” He urges and your core is pulsing just from his words. “When you let me fuck you—fuck—i’ll make sure you’ll never need anyone else querida.” 

“Oh god-“ You moan, your head dropping feeling closer, his own hips bucking up to meet you. The spaced out thrusts causing you to release a high pitched squeak. 

Javier’s hand moving to the back of your head, forcing it to his neck to keep you muffled. 

“Hijo?”

Your eyes widen and you squeeze Javi tighter. You stay frozen at the sound of Don Chucho calling outside of Javier’s room. 

Javi doesn't let up, you hold a muffled whine in his neck as he continues to buck his hips into you. “Si papi-uh dad yeah?”

“Todo bien?”

Javier, still moving below you, slips his hand between you, his fingers dragging along your clothed cunt, helping speed up your process. You're so close but if you come now, there's no doubt his father will hear. 

“I’m good, uh-working on some DEA stuff.” 

You would laugh if the pad of his thumb wasn't circling your most sensitive part of your body. 

“Alright hijo, try to sleep we have to be at Mrs. Glorias home tomorrow at 12. You're coming right?”

“Uh-yeah-I’m coming” His eyes grow large and he finally stills from under you, “I mean–yes I am coming…tomorrow.”

You stifle a laugh in his shoulder and he pinches your ass.

“Um, alright, goodnight.” His dad calls, the sound of footsteps and a door slamming ends that.

And you laugh into him forreal, but his fingers returning to your panties shut you up. “You're coming Javi?” you tease.

“Shut up-” He bucks harder and you’re close, your eyes going blank. 

You move your lips to his neck again, “Papi huh?”

And then he breaks, “Fuck-Andrea”. Coming in his pants in deep grunts and grips at your ass. Coming down from his own high he gets frustrated, his fingers dipping into your panties without warning. His deft fingers collect all the moisture he created and drag to your clit.

You come in a white flash, falling off the edge. You repeat his name in whiny cries. His hands hurrying to hold you up against his while you collapse into him. Heart racing, the orgasm comes in rippling. Javier holds you, sweat and all. Kissing the top of your head, whispering sweet words of You’re so good, feel so good baby. He keeps you like this for what feels like an eternity, feeling boneless and light when he stands.

He lays you on his bed like a doll. You lay still coming down, chest rising and falling. Still pulsing at the thought of how dirty and depraved the whole thing was. So wrapped in the high and replaying all the shit you’ve always wanted to hear, you flinch when he climbs in bed with a new pair of pants. 

“You’re bad.” He groans when he settles into the bed with a creak. 

You screw your brows together and turn to him, “Yea says the guy still trying to jump my bones while his dad was outside the room you psycho!” You whisper yell and he laughs that same deep sweet laugh you love. 

Javi brings you in closer to him, kissing you a quick chaste one. Blushing at the simpleness of it all. Cuddling in bed with Javier Peña and kissing him for fun, what is my life? “Mmm, take off your panties.”

You scoff.

“Not like that–I’m tapped out, unless you want to.”

“As much as I would love to have you between my legs, I am also tired.” You reach down and slip the soaked thing off, leaning over placing them on his nightstand. He pulls up the comforter over you. 

Javier slips his arm over your stomach, thumbing your hip in light circles. “You can put them in my drawer, they're mine now.” 

“You're a pervert.” You laugh, pinching his wrist.

“Mmm, when it comes to you? Yeah a bit.”

Red as a cherry you bury your face in his chest, hiding yourself. 

Silence passes for a few minutes, just the two of you together. The reality sets in, the hiding begins. But so does being with him, so does working this out so does communicating. “I should probably leave, don't want your dad to catch me.” You whisper and he grumbles an annoyed sound from his chest.

“Dont care, stay here. I’ll sneak you out early in the morning.” He grips you tighter and you smile feeling satisfied. “Tell me about Miami.”

You frown, “What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Tell me about your roommates, classes. I never got to go to college, tell me.”

Kissing his chest again, “You say it like you’re some dropout, you’re like a secret fucking agent.” He groans again, hatong when you talk him up, he gets shy like you. You spare him. “My roommate is cool, party girl. Her name is Delilah, from Arkansas. She was like a real southern-belle, big curly hair and blue eyes. She’s been begging for me to visit since I graduated early. We got along really well but she was annoyed with me often. I never partied.”

Javier’s chest rises, “Why? You used to party a lot in high school, remember when I had to get you from Juniors house at like 2-”

“Oh god don’t remind me I was a mess, case and point. Didn’t have a hot strong brother's best friend to pick up said pieces.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

The two of you laugh into each other, it's simple and perfect. 

“Besides that, it was an unfulfilling experience but I teach in the fall so it worked out I guess.”

“Ms. Diaz, sexiest teacher to ever step foot in Laredo for sure. If you were my teacher, whew.”

“You need to relax.” You mumble, feeling sleepier in his arms. “What were you reading by the way?”

Javier stirs and lets out another annoyed groan, gripping you tighter. “Some stupid fucking retreat for my office. In New Orleans in June, it's for all the people who are going to Columbia in fall. Stupid shit but its all expenses paid at the Roosevelt.”

Your brows raise, “Fancy, you gonna be flirting up the staff. Chest hair out with Getting your game back on before Columbia.” He scoffs and brings his hand down hard on your behind, eliciting a screech from you. “You’re gonna leave a mark pendejo.”

“Well you have a smart mouth, would rather see you half naked by the pool. I’ll sock anyone who looks at you though,” You shove him, the out of reach thought, fantasy, of maybe going away with him flashes in your eyes. Before you could dwell, he reached down to kiss you again. He mumbles against your lips. “You gave me a hickey so we’re even.”

Your eyes flutter shut, dosing off in the warmth of Javi. In the warmth of someone who’s yours. 

Half asleep you mumble, “Why’d you come the second I said the word papi?”

He scoffs tiredly and kisses your head again.

 “Shut up.”

[elysiumsasylum]

𓇽 Elysium’s Asylum - Heavenly Refuge

🪼“Take a breath, my darling. Hear the waves loft against the shore, take my hand. You needn’t worry here.”🩵

❧welcome to my page! Below you will find my directory and my latest works, please enjoy and thank you for the support!☙

I have difficulty getting to requests and writing as a college student who struggles with motivation, so I apologize for the long waits ahead of time. Name - Call me Ely :3 (I guess like pronounced like Ellie) Age - 19 (listed in Bio) Pronouns - She/Her Gender - Female Likes - psychological horror, the cold, the rain, and the sea, morally fucked up characters Dislikes - Annoying People, the sound of electricity in walls, fluorescent lights. Favorite Color - Blue Mentally on a Date with Sebastian Solace, Light Yagami, or Casper.

🪼“I am a lover at heart, darling. You mustn’t forget your truest nature.”

Contains sexual & mature content - MDNI

I will write XReaders and CanonxCanon as long as the character is +18 (if nsfw request)

I will write Headcanons as well (it is what I’m best at)

WHAT I WILL NOT DO - incest, P3doF¡lia, Body Fluids (besides blood and Spit), Cheating Fics (I just hate them), R@pe (CNC is allowed) My X Readers will always be Gender Neutral unless requested otherwise

Check out my writing under the tag - Elysium’s Writing. Asks and requests are - 𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔫

(Working on three requests)

My Interests What I will write about, these are subject to change Death Note Demon Slayer Jujutsu Kaisen (although I think there is enough fics lol) Stardew Valley Pressure (yes the Roblox Game) Danganronpa (The Games 1-3)

Baldur’s Gate 3 (plus my own Ocs)

Error 143 (AKA THE ONE AND ONLY MICAH YUJIN)

A date with Death (😍😮‍💨 love you Caspsy :3)

Obey Me!

Love and Deepspace

The kid at the back

14 days with you

And I will write anything that my sister requests me to write lol Vampire and Werewolf Ocs will be written about if they are made. I love Yandere/Stalker or Soulmate AUS (that and monster ones) So gimme. Mermaids/Nagas/Centaurs are also not off the table. I will also write any writing prompts that I wish

Age in bio - blocked otherwise

[gauloiseblue]

y do we never see yanderes regret babytrapping their obsession? i see babytrapping in a lot of fics but not once do they regret it

Honestly, that's a good question anon. I'll try to explain it from my point of view, but I'm sorry if it's too long ^^;

First, fan stories (esp xreader ones) are written to satisfy our fantasies, and yandere is one of them. One of the common factors in yandere stories is that they have obsessive love, which could lead to babytrapping—consented or not. In real life, this kind of love will quickly run out. But in fiction, we make it infinitely longer. It might come off as unrealistic, but what is fiction without an unrealistic plot? XD

Second, regret usually comes much later. So it's often not depicted, because the story (usually) ends shortly after the incident. Babytrapping is like the climax of the story, and the rest of it is up to the reader's imagination.

I'll be honest with you, I don't know what kind of regret that you referred to. Is it remorse? Or is it "I shouldn't have done that because you're annoying now" kind of regret? 🤔 If it's remorse, then you should ask the other writers too, because we all have different answers ^^

Personally, I don't write remorse because I suck at writing angst. Does that mean the yandere I wrote doesn't have remorse? Not really. It's just that I, as the author, can't depict it properly in the story. (Plus, I'm too lazy to write a continuation, so…)

But if we're talking about the selfish regret (the kind where the yandere be like, I shouldn't have babytrapped you, because now I have to deal with the consequences), I might have an answer for it.

If we were to imagine why they regret it, we'd find some of the answers, which are:

Their partner becomes more difficult to handle after the incident

The reader goes thru big changes (mentally or physically) during the pregnancy

Their partner chooses their kids over them

Their kids end up betraying/killing them

Here's where the problem lies. Realistically, the yandere would leave/become abusive towards the reader when that happens. But in fiction, we rarely do that because it's not in our fantasy. Unless we plan to write angst or hurt/no comfort stories. The question is, can you handle it?

We all know that a story could affect the reader's life, even though it's not real. So if we "realistically" write a story where the yandere regrets their choice, we'd hurt the reader. Because it'd feel too close to reality. I still remember reading a fic where the character cheated on the reader, and felt really betrayed as if he really did that to me.

The point is, you rarely see them regret babytrapping the reader because the author didn't want it to happen. Or simply didn't think of it as a possibility. Because let's be honest, we read xreader stories to experience what it's like to be wanted, not to be left behind.

In other words, the character simply loves the reader too much to regret it.

Hope this helps ^^

[chilling-seavey]

✦ ✎ ✿(Love Thy Neighbor), ▵(Enchante), ❖ (Love Thy Neighbor x George, his Grass, and his Girl) I tried to have some self control. May have failed.

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

Probably because my xReaders are written with height unmentioned (so there's no 'he leaned down to kiss you' or 'your tiny frame' vibes). I'm a tall girlie and I'm very aware of the small-girl bias in fics so I try to be as generic as I can with xReader to include many heights LOL Or just lengthy descriptions about George and fawning over him and his 'princely features' and various minor descriptions of him that aren't often talked about (the way his mouth moves when he speaks, his small fidgeting habits, etc.)

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished? - Love Thy Neighbour

Honestly, with this one, no! That one kind of stretched just as is beginning to end. I debated having Andrew find out but I was really appealed by the open ending and his blind ignorance to allow the reader to have a sense of pity for him as a secondary character.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line - Enchanté

Then, he offered with a voice so rich and smooth you felt it in your soul, “I have a complimentary bottle of champagne back at the hotel that won’t drink itself.” OR He asked it softly, gently, with his hand trailing over your shoulder and your collarbones and down the neckline of your blouse, “So you’ve never had cum on your tits before?”

❖ pick 2 fics and I’ll combine them somehow - LTN/TWIG

Okay but TWIG in the 1980s?! That would eat ngl. Maybe even TWIG George still cannon in F1 but he's got his cute little family and his nice plot of land. And this George would never dream of cheating on his wife. Imagine their new neighbour starts to come onto him?? He'd literally turn to his wife and be like 'omg can you believe this woman?' and his wife would be like 'you will never see our neigbours ever again x'

[mangomagiii]

gojo satoru x oc (himetsuru ichimonji)

a/n: will be made as multichapter. title and succeeding chapters work in progress. tagged with xreader (pls just remove the OC's name/features if you want to self-insert). pls see end notes for other info

tags: cheating, eventual angst, eventual romance, different lifetimes, reincarnation (some tags will be added depending on chapters)

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“I am not mad, Gojo-san. In fact, I am not concerned about your affairs with other women.”

An invisible yet heavy force seemed to take over the atmosphere at a particular booth as the woman opposite him calmly sipped on her tea. Her well-cared hands moved with grace in each motion she made. The man opposite her was frozen as he processed what she had just said. The almost-empty lavishly-decorated restaurant usually encourages a festive mood in contrast with the two people engaged in a long silence.

Ichimonji Himetsuru finished sipping on her cup, fully savoring the warmth and sweet taste of Chrysanthemum. She gently laid the half-full cup, the cup clacked upon contact with the oak table. Folding her hands on her lap, she continued. “There is no problem at all. I assure you of that, Gojo-san.”

Satoru got out of his stupor and tried to reason. “Himetsuru, listen to me. I’m your fiancé, you should be–”

Himetsuru stood up from her seat, the sudden difference in height made her look down on him. Contrary to Satoru’s expectation, her eyes held no anger nor sadness. Only tranquillity, as if they’re currently not talking about his cheating. “You are free to do whatever you want, Gojo-san. It’s not like I wasn’t completely aware. I understand that this marriage was arranged between our families and both of us never had a say on this.” She whipped out several amounts of cash and slid it on the table. Getting out of the booth, she bowed to him who still had his jaw slack. “You do not have to worry about me telling my family. I fully consent to your arrangement. We are not married yet.”

“This is not a joke, Himetsuru. You should be mad at me. I am sorry for not being faithful to our arrangement, for not fulfilling my part. I…”

“To which I already replied that I am not angry at all. Must I repeat what I have said already? I don’t really want to sound like a broken record.” She sighed, her hand already massaging a forming headache.

“I simply do not care what you do in your own time. As long as we both do our duties as husband and wife after the marriage then that’s all that matters. We are not married yet, that's why I am still compliant with your whims. Just don’t cause anything that will jeopardise both families’ reputation. That’s all I ask.”

She left the area, not even bothering to check him for the last time. Gojo was still in pure shock, not wanting to believe what he had just heard from her. He was fully expecting her to lash out on him, scream, slap his face, humiliate him in public. But all he got was a calm and straight response. It was so cool that it was also terrifying.

“What on earth just happened..?” his body sank on the plush seat, all the tension left his body, but inside was still in turmoil.

She doesn't care? He was her fiancé, he cheated on her and ignored their arrangement for ten years! 

The arrangement had been decided since their teens, during his second year as a Jujutsu student. He came home after school, entered the estate after a long day of fooling around with Geto and Shoko, and suddenly he was bombarded with congratulations as news broke out that the Ichimonji and Gojo decided on their union. He looked around the main hall, and his eyes met with his betrothed. His Six Eyes fully-focused at her, critically analysing her features and every actions. Did they at least assessed his betrothed thoroughly? Apparently, yes. She was beautiful, deduced that she is a graceful person despite not moving on her seat. Elegance seemed to emit from her, making her a fitting candidate as his wife. Her eyes in a colour of jade did the same, studying her betrothed. Silky violet hair were adorned in kanzashi. She also happened to have a cursed energy, however, small and probably good enough to only assist just like what auxiliary managers do. He blocked out all the chattering, only waiting for her reaction. She nodded at him, and then went on to talk to someone, leaving him to deal with the annoying noises.

Despite her neat and refined appearance, it did not make him excited at the arrangement and instead anger started to form. He was furious, not only because he was paired with someone that he was not familiar with, but also for the fact that he does not get a say at all. Did they even care about their son? Not at all, as it was for the sake of the clan and prestige.

This particular memory in his life led to him ignoring her completely, also starting a bad habit of flirting and later on engaging in intimate acts with other women. He knows he will be found out, but he never really cared, at least at that time. This behavior intensified after Geto’s defection, sadness consuming him as he lost his only friend. His family became aware of his affairs, and noticed how evasive he was when it involved the Ichimonjis, particularly their daughter. Countless arguments spurred, asking him to be considerate and get along with Himetsuru. All fell on deaf ears. He hoped that by eliciting such reactions from both families and her would end up dissolving their engagement. But now, he was not sure. She was being compliant with him, as if she doesn't care about him at all. He also realized that no matter what he does, both families will not budge and will continue with their plans.

He’s already 26, already teaching for a few years, even taking care of late Fushiguro Toji’s son Megumi and his sister Tsumiki. The countless flirting with women continued despite not motivated anymore to break his engagement, and almost everyone in the Jujutsu society was aware of his flings. He would even engage with other school personnel, from auxiliary managers to even windows, earning the ire of his former teacher Yaga and an exasperated sigh from Shoko. Ijichi decided to not meddle, afraid of consequences from Gojo.

Today’s conversation between Himetsuru and Satoru happened because he was caught flirting with one of the windows. The halls that were usually silent and void of any people were occupied by Gojo and a female window. Smacking of lips and rustles of clothes filled the hallway as they descended deeper into lust.

Several meters, he already felt a faint cursed energy. Being the troublemaker he is, he paid it no mind and continued on his conquest. Despite his Six Eyes ability, he cannot figure out whose cursed energy it belonged to. Odd, but he’s occupied with another thing to even care about the person who will witness such debauchery.

The footsteps halted, and a voice that he had not heard for so long snapped him out of his lust-driven state.

“I’m afraid to interrupt your intimate time, but I need to get through the Principal’s office.”

Both Gojo and the window looked at the person who witnessed their affair. There she is, his fiancée with a jaded look on her face.

Oh, he was doomed.

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a/n: inspired from a novel/manhwa "This Marriage Is Bound To Sink Anyway". Canon-compliant-ish(?). I originally wanted this to be an xReader hence the tag but I've planned so much about the appearance, personality, and features of the reader so i ended up making it as an xOC. but pls do remove my OCs features/name if you want to self-insert!

side note: some info such as timelines and ages were taken from various sources (reddit, blogs). it may or may not be accurate from canon so pls keep in mind that these ages/timeline was written for the fanfic plot's sake. this fanfic starts before he started teaching maki/toge/panda/yuta and he's 26 years old here.

gojo's start as a teacher: source

gojo's ages: when he met megumi, jjk 0

feedbacks are greatly appreciated, it helps me to improve my writing!

[sunshine-lollipops-and-maples]

Update June 3rd, 2025: I still have not forgotten about Kitty Doodles! I just got back from vacation so I'm free again. KD is being written but very slowly. Just need to get this one scene done and then I can update.

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About my writing:

I have a bunch of ideas (mainly for Jaywon) that I will try to write up. I haven't written in years so, if my writings trash, I probably know and don't give enough fuck to fix it, but I'm sure the more I write the better it will sound. I'm currently only writing memberXmember, but who knows, maybe I'll dabble in Xreader someday too. Either way, I don't take requests, I'm really bad with tasks and responsibility.

Some ideas I want to write/am working on in no particular order:

mystery writer!jungwon x homicide detective!jay (Castle AU)

ghost!jungwon x jay who can see ghosts (happy ending)

crackfic of belift monetising on the jw mpreg jokes but jw somehow gets pregnant in the end

bad boy!jay x good boy!jungwon (endrama minus eunjin)

jayhoonwon coffee shop au, jayhoon enemies to lovers while fighting who will rizz up jungwon the best

jaywon build-your-own xreader, you do a quiz and get a specific xreader result— do a quiz and choose who you want to be with, your gender, if you want smut etc, to get a personalised xreader in the result

heejakesunki pov highschool au of them finding out jayhoonwon are dating each other (they think each of them are cheating on the other with the third)

canon compliant au with jungwon who gets magically turned into a cat

canon compliant, jay stumbles on a fic of him and jungwon dating, it changes his brain chemistry and he goes on a jaywon fic deep dive until he realises he likes jungwon

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Masterlist:

--- Jay & Jungwon ---

Kitty Doodles || 1/3 chapters, in progress || AO3 link

• chapter 1 • chapter 2 • chapter 3 •

Soulmate AU where anything one writes on their skin appears on their soulmate's skin. Jay is a soloist idol, Jungwon is a fan of his, so imagine Jungwon's shock, sitting across Jay at his fansign, looking down on the other's hand and seeing the same doodles he has on his hand.

Spotlight || one-shot, finished || AO3 link

In a world where everyone's 21st birthday wishes are magically granted, Jungwon wishes to just be able to take Jay out on a public date. No rumours or outings, no stalkers or blackmail. Just two guys who have spent years hiding their relationship, finally out in the streets for a one time only offer.

[at1nys-blog]

Hi, I don’t know how to properly make one so if it looks chaotic just know I don’t have any clue how to make this properly. Let just start then.

How to requests posts:

You can: request as an anon

But: leave an rappresentative emoji/letter/phrase/whatever

Why: so I know if you already requested, in that case it will pushed unless no one new requested something.

You can: ask me to write a fem/male!reader

If: you don’t I’ll automatically make gn!reader

You can: give reader a specific nationality/job.

You can: request a SMAU

But: you HAVE to give me more details, which can be discussed on private if you want

Or: you can trust me and leave it to me

But: in this case it might take me longer than usual.

In this case: at least tell me how you want things to develop; any plot twists involved I WONT ACCEPT A SMAU REQUEST FROM ANONS SINCE I WILL TAG PEOPLE

Please: say if you want a male!reader because my SMAU are always a fem!reader, is easier for me like that

You can: request a Character x Character

Might add more

Things I won’t write:

Romantic xreader insert for minors celebrities. As for now just Xikers. Just give me a name to use

Anything with cheating involved.

Anything with pregnancy.

No smut. Might change but as for now I won’t. I have nightmares since the last time I tried

ANYTHING THAT ROMANTACISES MAFIA RELATIONSHIP. This is very important pls take it in consideration.

ANYTHING FOR YUK1O OKUMURA AND T3TTA KISAKI. Another important rule to follow. I don’t like the guys I won’t write for them no matter what. Of course they’ll be mentioned, I just don’t want the focus to be on them.

I will not write kdrama ff. Both reader insert or Character x Charaxter

Might add more

I will not make a gn!reader SMAU AND THIS IS JUST BECAUSE IM NOT VERY COMFY WITHOUT A SPECIFIC GENDER FOR THOSE TYPE OF FANFICTION I’m pretty sure you can find blogs that does that, sorry if I’m not that type of blogs 😞

What might be taken down:

Why: they might not tell me anything. But try your luck I guess

Requests with celebrities or fandoms I don’t know

Why: I don’t have enough knowledge about them

Requests for latest MCU tv shows

Why: I didn’t like them, I don’t know what happened

Requests for fandoms I don’t follow anymore. Ex: Harry Potter; Doctor Who

Why: I might not have any ideas for those unless you have one

Attack on titans. I liked the first couple of seasons but then it got meh for me

Might add more

Things I will write:

Angst

Friends-2-lovers

Enemies-2-lovers my favorite

Strangers-2-lovers

And so on

Suggestive is a green light so ask if you want

Single parent!Au

Fantasy!Au and more

Smau

Fake texts

Headcanons

Might add more

For who I write:

But 1st, a couple of important things:

I might need to age up some underaged characters depending on the request

Is going to be divided in 5: List #1 is about my top favorite show/anime/manga/celebrities not counting One Piece and the MCU tv shows are about fandoms that I think no one writes for/writes less for THIS IS A FIXED LIST WILL MAYBE CHANGE SLIGHTLY IN THE FUTURE BUT ONLY IF I FIND SOMETHING THAT I LIKE AS THOSE FANDOMS AS WELL; List #2 is about fandoms I write for rarely because I am always for a loss of ideas; List #3 fandoms I haven’t wrote for yet; List #4 list of fandoms I never thought to write for but I won’t mind writing if someone asked.

MAINLY DOES NOT MEAN I WILL NOT WRITE FOR OTHER CHARACTERS. IT JUST MEANS THEY KINDA HAVE PRIORITY

List #1:

BLUE EXORCIST

Mainly: Bon, Renzo and Rin

One piece

Mainly: Zoro, Eustass Kid, ShanksxBuggy

Tokyo Revengers

Mainly: Mitsuya, Haitani brothers and Hanma

MCU LOKI HAWKEYE AND MOON KNIGHT

HVITSERK/MARCO ILSØ

MAMAMOO

DREAMCATCHER

Block B

Mainly: P.O.

Six of crows

List #2:

Actors in general will take longer if I don’t know the one you requested

Ateez

Stray kids

Grey’s anatomy

MCU

Criminal Minds

My hero academia

Alice in Borderland

Mainly: Chishiya and Kuina

List #3

Other Marvel movies/tv shows

Vikings

Mainly: Floki (non romantic), Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

The last kingdom

Supernatural

Mainly: Dean Winchester

Jujutsu Kaisen

Chainsaw man

Fullmetal Alchemist: brotherhood

Noragami

List #4

IF YOU SEE A FANDOM YOU WOULD LIKE TO REQUESTS IN THIS SECTION IT DOES NOT MEAN I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE FOR IT IS JUST I NEVER WROTE AND I WONT WRITE UNLESS PEOPLE ASK FOR IT SO ASK ANYWAY

Avatar the last Airbender

Trigun Stampede (2023)

Fire Force (anime ver.)

The legend of Korra

Aespa

Itzy

Seventeen

Twice

(western) singers

2 Broke Girls

One Chicago

Stranger Things

Sweet Home

The Last of Us (tv show ver.)

The umbrella academy (might take a while I have to rewatch it)

Game of Thrones

Doctor who

Percy Jackson

Merlin

Harry Potter