#if you have a request feel free to submit away anon! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

perpetuallyconfused10 · 8 months

Note

Im the one who asked about requests lol, I just have this Hotch thought and I can't stop thinking about it 🫂😭

Imagine Garcia "screaming" about a video, telling the whole team about it (except Hotch and Reader), and that video is on tiktok. When they spill something about the video, Hotch and Reader ask which video they're referring to, not knowing it's from a tiktok account where the person makes videos on Hotch x Reader (like edits taken from some interview where they look at each other, slightly touches and things like that) and it's a whole profile with a lot of videos like that! So the whole team teases them and they obviously like eachother!!

Feel free to change anything!!

Gone Viral, Gone Wrong

Thank you to this anon for submitting my first request! I might have written it (and especially Hotch) be a little (way) too sappy, but I love your idea so much and I hope I did it some type of justice! WC: 3.3K

GIF by ssa-aaron-hotch-hotchner

There must be something on your face. Toothpaste, maybe, or coffee on your shirt, or a tear in your trousers. Something to explain the numerous pairs of eyes following you as you dash for the elevator, just as you always do.

This morning’s been one for the books. Between a text from your highschool ex-boyfriend, congratulating you on your ‘newfound fame’ — whatever he means by that, you don’t know — and the incomprehensibly slurred voicemails you woke up to from your sister, you aren’t quite sure what to do with yourself.

You tell yourself you’re probably imagining it. But Anderson doesn’t say a word to you as you both make your way to the BAU, just casts you sidelong glances between the rapid texts he’s sending. You hope to God it’s not you, that he's just having an awful morning, then scold yourself for it. If you’re not off to a good start, at least somebody should be.

It’s the silence in the bullpen that confirms your suspicions. Emily, JJ, and Garcia sit huddled around Emily’s computer, squeezed onto two chairs they’ve pulled together. Morgan leans over them to look at the screen. He’s in the middle of laughing at something Garcia’s said when you walk in.

You don’t even need Reid’s not-so-subtle hiss of “Guys–” to know you’re not going crazy. The smirks that drop from their faces, the giggles that extinguish themselves as you enter through the double doors, are more than enough.

Four profilers and a technical analyst, as it turns out, can be rather terrifying when the force of their stares are directed at you.

A sheepish grin tugs at your lips as you hold up your peace offering: a tray of coffee. “Hi?”

You’ve come to know how the team works. You know exactly how they react when ambushed, how they spring to action like a well-oiled machine.

There’s something a little mechanical to them now, bared in their responses to your arrival. After giving you one of his usual tight-lipped smiles, Reid flips open a random file on his desk and begins to read. JJ grabs the computer mouse, clicks a few times, and turns away from the monitor to greet you. Morgan clocks the drinks in your hands and conjures a grin just a little wider than normal.

“Morning, sunshine,” he says as he plucks the tray from your hands, thanking you with a squeeze to your forearm.

Garcia, eyeing the gesture, nearly chokes on the end of the pen she’s chewing. She stands to usher you over to your desk, her chirpy voice a balm attempting to smooth over what has been a very odd start to your working day.

“What were you guys looking at?” You ask her, eyebrows raised. If anyone’s going to tell you what’s going on, Penelope is, without a doubt, most likely to spill.

You’re disappointed – and even more confused – when she stands her ground. Through her ramble, you just about make out the words “cat” and “spa” before she’s kissing your cheek and speeding away to your lair.

You sigh as you switch on your own computer. One thing is clear. The team doesn’t like to be ambushed. And, somehow, that is exactly what you have done.

—

After finishing off one of your consults, you suffer through a morning briefing that ends up being far more complicated than it needs to be. It’s only a paperwork day, by the looks of things. In theory, this is the ‘easiest’ your job gets; if you’re not called out on an emergency, you can bank on a day of case reports and shitty coffee.

Nothing is ever easy at the BAU, not even now. Everything is out of order. There’s none of the usual idle chatter that precedes a briefing, just a fragile silence. Rossi moves from his normal position to take your place between Reid and JJ. He mutters something about the chair being uncomfortable and shoos you away from your seat. Though you can’t resist the opportunity to call him an old man for his pedantics, you acquiesce and take his spot instead. You find nothing wrong with it.

Then Hotch walks in to start the briefing, and you find about a hundred reasons to curse David Rossi. He’s wearing the gray suit, again, the one he likes pairing with his red tie. That should be a crime in itself. When he takes the only seat available — his usual seat, the one now next to you — you’re almost sure you hear JJ snort. Emily pats her on the back as she conceals it with a very unconvincing cough.

Hotch frowns in your direction, probably mulling over the change in seating plan, then turns his attention to JJ. “Are you alright?”

The blonde clears her throat. “Fine. Thanks, Hotch,” she says.

Garcia rests her elbows on the table, her mouth concealed by the palm of her hand.

Hotch nods, casting another short glance your way. “Good.”

Then he launches into the briefing, and you can almost convince yourself things are perfectly normal, that your face isn’t alight with heat and you’re not avoiding looking at him, that everything is fine. When you’re dismissed, you scurry towards the door fast enough you almost miss it.

“Garcia?” His voice is quiet, his tone soft with something disapproving hiding beneath it. “My office, please.”

Everything is decidedly not fine.

—

By noon, you can’t take it anymore. “Emily Prentiss, what the fuck are you doing?”

The question comes out louder and more harshly than you’d intended. In your peripheral vision, you see Reid’s eyes widen at the desk next to yours. Emily, halfway through a sandwich, freezes.

“I’m sorry?”

The grin fades from her face.

You huff. “You’ve been looking between me and your computer for the last half-hour. What is it? Is there something on my face?” Morgan laughs from the other side of the bullpen, and you raise your voice a little in desperation. “Seriously. Have I done something wrong?”

JJ must have heard the commotion, because she pokes her head out of her office door. She takes one look at you and sighs. “Probably best to get it over with, Em.”

When Emily hesitates, your eyes narrow. “Get what over with?”

She stands and beckons you over to her desk, firing up her computer screen as you settle into her chair. JJ comes down the stairs to join you. Though they don’t move, you can practically feel Morgan and Reid staring at the three of you from across the room.

What you see projected on Emily’s screen doesn’t make things any clearer.

“That’s—” you pause, dumbfounded. “Why are you looking at me and Hotch?”

The picture is easy to place. It must have been taken a few days ago, during a small-town case. Hotch had asked you to deliver a profile to the media when JJ was working on something else. It was far from the first time you’d faced the press head-on during your time at the Bureau, but Hotch had stood by your side anyway.

You’re not sure why she’s chosen this photo, if any, to look at. The wind’s blowing your hair into your face, and you’re midway through changing expressions so it almost looks like you’re in pain.

“Just watch,” Emily says. She presses the spacebar and the picture bursts into action.

—

“—If you believe you have any information that may relate to this case, we’d appreciate you calling the following number…” you say. You proceed to rattle off the number for the tip line JJ’s set up, but only get halfway through before everything derails.

“How do we know this isn’t all just bullshit?”

The voice overpowering yours is weathered, and so is the man who pushes through the crowd of journalists to get close to you and Hotch, whose posture you see straighten in an instant. You watch as the reporters from the city turn to look at the interloper, pens out and waiting, no doubt, for either you or your boss to slip up.

For a long moment, Hotch watches the man, his face twisted in irritation. He merely restates the tip line number and your request for any potential witnesses to come forward.

But the skeptic doesn’t let up. “This guy’s an outsider. Not one of us. Everyone here knows each other, they have done for years—”

“We’re not trying to cause a panic,” you say, your tone even, “We don’t want you all to turn on each other. But the man we’re looking for knows this town. He’s confident finding his way around the forest, even the areas that haven’t been mapped out yet. He knows the shortcuts, which roads are quiet and which are too risky to take. We’re asking you to exercise caution, and to report anything suspicious if you see it.”

“So what? A few pins on a map and you’re convinced it’s one of us?”

Hotch’s jaw tightens. This case has been harder on him than most, and you can sense that he’s on the verge of responding in a way he’ll regret later. You put a hand on his forearm as he raises it to retort, squeezing it gently in the hopes he’ll get the signal you really don’t have the seniority to be sending him: stand down. He takes a deep breath, and you let your hand slide down to meet his wrist, guiding it just a fraction backwards to rest by his side. The contact lasts only a second, maybe two, before you let him be.

When he finally speaks, his voice is measured, his eyes slow to drag themselves from your face. “We’re not here to defend the science behind criminal profiling. Our priorities remain finding the person responsible for these crimes and the safety of this community until we do. If you have any information at all, please don’t hesitate to contact us. We appreciate your cooperation.”

Even the most amateur journalist would know he’s done answering questions. Hotch gives a brief nod, turns and leads you out of the Georgia heat and back into shelter of the precinct. All the time, his hand hovers over your back, his gaze searching for any potential disruptions.

Then there’s his voice, deep and almost inaudible. You feel his breath brush your earlobe. “Thank you.”

—

Oh.

Now you’re looking at it from an outsider’s perspective, you do look a little…cozy with Hotch. Not enough to walk the line of unprofessionalism, but enough for you to notice it.

Emily folds her arms, leans back in her chair. “What’s that about?”

Avoiding her eyes, you shrug. “What’s what about?”

“The canoodling,” JJ says with a smirk, and you slap her arm.

You’re a profiler. You should know your little attempt at denial isn’t going to work, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. “Canoodling? Seriously, Jen? I don’t think anyone under the age of eighty has ever said the word ‘canoodling’.”

You hear Penelope’s kitten heels clacking against the floorboards before you see her. “Doesn’t mean you’re not doing it,” she sings. Her arms wrap around your shoulders from behind.

You groan. “Penny, you know I love you, but what are you doing here?”

“I got lonely,” she says, and her expression is so genuine that you can’t even bring yourself to be upset with her. “Just wait…”

Leaning over you to press the escape button, she exits out of full screen mode and points to the corner of the screen. When you read the number she’s showing you, your breakfast threatens to make a reappearance.

“Would you look at that?” Emily laughs. “It’s gone up.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. And once more, for good measure. “Six-hundred-and-fifty thousand people have seen that?”

It all starts to make sense. The texts, the calls, the stares, the team’s behavior…you don’t know whether to be relieved or horrified. On the bright side, you’ve done nothing wrong, nothing that could get you fired. But more than half a million people have seen you practically mooning over your boss.

Emily makes a noncommittal noise. “Half of them were probably Garcia. And a good twenty-five or so were us, if that helps.”

“It doesn’t,” You resist the urge to slam your head against the desk. You’ll have to settle for burying it in your hands instead. “Six hundred and…fuck. And they all think–?”

“—That you’re in love with our boss? And that he’s in love with you? Yes.”

“Oh, fuck.” “They think that, too,” says JJ, sounding sympathetic. If it weren’t for the frankly dastardly smile on her face, you’d think she was on your side.

Picturing the general population witnessing you make an idiot of yourself is bad enough. How do you even conceptualize that many people? How many stadiums could you fill solely with people who have seen you head over heels for your boss? Even worse is the thought of Anderson, or your parents, or – God forbid – even Strauss having seen it. You’ll be suspended. Fired. Or, even worse, be called into a mediated meeting with Hotch and HR, where they’ll ask him if you’ve been making him feel uncomfortable.

Emily’s voice pulls you from your shame spiral. “And there’s more, too.”

This world hates you. You’re certain of that as she opens Twitter, putting “FBI agents” into the search bar and bombarding you with hundreds, maybe thousands, of tweets with your image attached. Some are disturbingly sweet. Others poke fun at how obvious you are, and even more disturbingly, seem to think your feelings are reciprocated. That’s not a mental path you can allow yourself to go down.

“So…” You say after a long ten minutes. “What do we do?”

Footsteps, then Rossi appears at the stop of the stairs. “You go back to work. Your break’s over.”

He’s lucky you’re so fond of him. Had it been anyone else (save maybe one person) to disrupt your shame spiral, you’d have been furious. More than furious. You’re still a little irritated now.

There was nothing wrong with his fucking chair.

—

Your mission is simple. Avoid. Deny. Deflect. The rest of your afternoon drags along in a blur of paperwork and teasing comments you choose to ignore (mostly courtesy of Morgan — JJ and Emily have decided you’re nearing your breaking point and vow to leave you alone).

Five o’clock can’t come soon enough. Even when it does, there’s no reprieve. Reid turns out to be the one to betray you as everyone else packs up to leave, their files in his hand. “Sorry,” he whispers. To his credit, he looks like he means it.

“Judas,” you hiss back, but you stand and take the reports from him anyway.

Morgan raises an eyebrow at you. “Going somewhere special?”

You flip him off, muttering something under your breath that sounds just a little like “your funeral”.

The stairs to Hotch’s office feel much longer and much steeper than usual. At every step you reconsider. Reid’s probably still heading for the elevator now. If you catch him, you can guilt him into doing this instead. But your thoughts carry you close enough for Hotch to spot your approach through the blinds. He rises from his desk, opening the door before you can even reach for the handle.

You can’t even look him in the eyes. “Hi.”

Stepping aside to let you inside, he says your name, and it sounds so warm coming from his mouth. You wonder if he knows about your newfound fame, too. He seems to be focusing his stare directly between your eyebrows.

“I just came to drop these off.”

As if your words aren’t explanation enough, you hold up the files for him to see.

“Thank you.” Hotch reaches out to take them, and you feel his fingers brush yours as he does. He stops before the exchange is over. “Are you alright? You seem distracted.”

It won’t be long now before the sun sets. It’s making its final play for glory now, golden light filtering through the window and settling over Hotch’s face. Hints of amber tones surface in his eyes, usually so dark and unreadable, making him appear much softer than usual. Safer.

You sigh. “I think some people got a little more out of that press release in Georgia than we intended them to.”

“Oh. Yes.”

“You know about that?”

You wouldn’t half mind if a wormhole opened up, right there in his office, and transported you to another universe where you don’t even have to think about this moment ever again.

“I do.” He winces. “Garcia’s computer system is the most secure in the FBI, but she doesn’t have an inside voice.”

The dry comment shocks a laugh out of you. “No, she doesn’t. But…it’ll die down, right? No one is actually going to believe that. Us being together would be—”

“Unprofessional,” Hotch supplies after a beat. “Very unprofessional.”

He reaches backwards to put the files you’ve given him on his desk, somehow managing to do so without actually taking a step away from you. If anything, he gets a little closer.

“Exactly. Strauss would kill us if we even thought about it,” you say, “Not that we would, I’m just…”

Now he looks down at you, straight into your eyes. You swear his pupils are dilated, that he slips for just a half-second and lets his attention drift down to your lips. “There’d be a lot of paperwork.”

You nod. “Too much, really. You’ve got enough already. It’d also be…”

“…Nice.”

Hotch stops breathing, lips downturned in a frown. You’re sure you’ve heard him wrong. But half a minute passes, and he doesn’t retract his statement, though he looks as if he’s close to doing so.

“I’m sorry?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He’s close enough you catch a hint of his cologne, and the woody scent of it makes your head spin.

“I can say it again,” he says through a long exhale, searching your face for any sign of discomfort as he takes another step closer. His breath ghosts your neck. “Or we can forget this ever happened.”

Your answer is almost immediate. “Let’s not do that.”

Hotch tilts your chin up so you’re forced to look at him. You lean upwards to meet him halfway in a kiss that is soft and tentative, the sort that promises everything and asks for nothing in return. One of your hands cups his jaw, and both of his find their way home to your waist, rubbing circles into your skin through your shirt. You smile against his lips. He leans forward as if to chase yours when you pull away. It hits you, now, that this is really happening. The months you've been agonizing over this - whether to make a move or to shut the part of you that cares for him away - have led you here. There's much you've got to think over: what this means for both of your careers, the risk to the team's dynamic, whether it'll even work in the long run, if Hotch wants that too. You know he's thinking the same thing; his face adopts the same mask of concentration it always does when he's considering something. You take a deep breath. It might be hard, but does that stop it from being worth a shot? In the end, you don't think it does.

“I think I’m gonna order takeout tonight,” you say quietly. “There’s a really good Thai place down the street from me.”

Hotch clears his throat. “That sounds nice.”

Shaking your head, you rest both hands on his shoulders, laugh at him. “That was my way of asking you if you wanted to join me.”

“Oh.”

His brow furrows. For a terrible moment, you think he’s about to say no. And then, “Haley has Jack tonight. I…I’d like that.”

You beam, pull back, and head towards his desk to find a pen and a scrap bit of paper. “Here’s my address.” A quick glance down into the bullpen, which is thankfully empty. “Give it ten minutes, then follow me?”

“Okay,” Hotch says. Even you can tell he’s grinning like an idiot, and you make a note of the rare expression. “Okay. I’ll see you soon?”

Squeezing his hand, you kiss his cheek and walk towards the door. “Soon.”

You feel his eyes on you until you reach the elevator.

If you got this far, thank you for reading! I've watched a lot more Dharma and Greg than CM, lately, so I have a feeling that my version of soft!Hotch is currently just a grownup version of Greg Montmgomery????

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #thomas gibson #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch hotchner #this is pure disgustingly sappy fluff I'm sorry guys #I think I'm too down bad right now to write any angst whatsoever #But maybe I'll start crying one day soon and decide to write one #who knows

639 notes · View notes

bisexual-horror-fan · 10 months

Note

Okay I saw you want more submits talking about pure filth so I had an idea.

I honestly feel like Ethan Landry would be like seriously into pussy worship. Like he’d want to go down on you all of the fucking time but like in a very submissive way? I’m talking him on his knees while your stood up with your hands in his hair, pulling his face into your pussy and fully grinding all over his face. He’ll do it till he can’t fucking breathe anymore with tears literally rolling down his face but he just can’t get enough of it and he’d 100 percent cum just from eating you out without you even needing to touch him.

Just popped into my mind and who best to share this idea with than the smut queen?

Smut queen eh? How sweet are you!

For real, you got inside my head Anon so fuck it. You get to have a piece. This is what I am talking about, requests are closed but if you send in something that sparks the inspo then my brain will RUN with it! Ethan has a mouth made for eating pussy, those lips are built to cradle clit I swear to God. I did this all in one go, so let’s go!

—

Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.4K. Ethan Landry X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Ethan Is A Needy Slut. Begging. Eating Out. Pussy Worship. Praise. Dirty Talk. Crying. Grinding. Face fucking. Premature Ejaculation. Ethan Creams His Jeans Hands Free.

—

Pay Your Respects.

—

You don’t think you have ever met a guy as needy as Ethan Landry, hell you aren’t sure there is any man you haven’t met who could top him in that regard. He wants, he pines, he craves and he begs so fucking prettily, just like he is right now. He was going to come over and you knew he would be there soon, you thought you had enough time for a shower, you miscalculated, which meant that he came over before you could, still wrapped in your robe before you could clean up. You let him in and as soon as the door closed he was on you, poor thing couldn’t hold back, needed to kiss you by way of greeting.

It makes you laugh against his mouth, saying a playful and amused, “Hey there-”, between kisses. He returned the greeting, far more out of breath than you were, “Hi.”

It had been all of two days since you saw each other but he was acting like it was a month apart. You returned his affection, pressing nearer, arms wrapped around his neck, leaning up, fervent presses of your mouths together, teases of tongue before you break it, pull away and ask, “How are you?”

“M’ fine.” It was a lie. He looks so upset that you weren’t still kissing him, a look akin to a kicked puppy, sad eyes and a pout that could break almost anyone's heart, make whomever want to give him whatever he wanted to put a smile back on his face. He has something in mind, the short clipped answers and his overall body language communicating that. You asked, “You don’t wanna talk?”

A shake of his head and you hum, “Hmm what could you want,-” His hands are on your waist and your fingers toy with the soft curls at the base of his neck, “-what could you want…”

He had been holding eye contact with you the whole time you stopped kissing him but now he breaks it, eyes dropping down, a brief flick that you catch. Corners of your lips quirk up and you let him go, your hands slide down and you start to open your robe, you ask quietly, “Have you eaten?”

“No.” He responds quickly, his eyes watching every single move of your fingers, watching you untie the belt, pull aside plush pastel fabric, enjoying every single inch of skin that is revealed to him.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starved.” He admits, voice clearly strained and you grin at how needy he is just seeing your body partially exposed.

“Get on your knees.”

He drops down so quickly that you are sure it hurts his knees. You slip off the robe, let it pool around your feet and his hands are on your hips, he is dipping his head and moving so fast and you tell him, “Wait!”

He suppresses a whine, big brown eyes staring up at you, positively pleading and you lead him, commanding, “Slow down.”

Doing as directed he takes it slower, leans in, moving lower, his hand slides down your hip, over your ass, under your thigh he pulls, giving him more access to you. Lips meet near your knee and he starts to kiss up your inner thigh, looking up at you the entire time, gauging your reaction, waiting, hoping that you will give him the go ahead. "Please?"

"Please what?" You ask and he asks again, "Please let me eat you out? Let me make you cum. I'm dying, I need it-"

You let him squirm, wait until he is literally doing so, lips so close to where he wants and where you do too, when you finally say, “Go ahead.”

His mouth latches onto you so fucking fast.

You abandoned shame in regards to him eating you out before you can shower a long time ago. He seemed to love it much more that way, the reaction he has to the natural smell of you is as if he gets high on it, the taste of you better than any meal. That first swipe of his tongue through your folds he moans loudly, pornographic, desperate. Your leg ends up over his shoulder, your fingers buried in his hair as he settles in, finds his rhythm, he is so fucking good at this. He wants nothing more than to please you, to worship you, show all of the reverence a human being can solely with his tongue buried in your cunt.

A roll of your hips, grinding against his face, you pull on his hair, hard, he groans as you yank him nearer, bringing him closer. He loves to tongue fuck you and his enthusiasm makes you love it too, him trying to get himself as deep as he can in you while you grind your engorged clit against his nose, the pleasure spikes with every push of your hips and flex of his tongue. Your head falls back as you moan his name and his head is swimming, he is painfully hard in his jeans, aching, trying to keep breathing but he wants to please you more. You fucking his face like this makes it no easy task but he doesn’t care, he just wants you to cum on his face, it’s more important than air.

He feels how you pulse on his tongue, getting wetter, leaking down his chin, you shiver, tugging on his hair, panting and moans getting louder and louder. He feels light headed, he isn’t giving up, he works harder, he takes your direction further. You lead him, jerking his head up by his hair, he sucks your clit deeply and he can tell you are nearly there, close to cumming in front of the door of your apartment.

“Ethan, fuck, such a good boy, m’ so-so close. Don’t stop!” You rush it out on a single exhale, you gasp after that, back starting to arch and he knows, it is almost like he can feel it, feel your impending orgasm, as if it is giving him pleasure too, his tied to yours.

Bucking his own hips as he sucks and licks. It hurts, he needs to get his pants open but he is helping support you, he can’t let you fall or lose your orgasm, not after all this hard work, he just can’t, it’s unthinkable. He is grinding against the seam of his jeans and the zipper, it hurts but the stimulation even if it is painful, it isn’t all hurt, the undercurrent of pleasure and pressure, the sounds you make, your taste and you being so near to your end does it.

He overflows in more ways than one.

He cries, tears spill down his cheeks from his own release happening in his pants, overstimulating, achy and unsatisfying as well as the lack of air. The load is impressive, his underwear feels uncomfortably plastered to his skin but he doesn’t think of any of that. He is focused on you, the fact that you are now cumming on his tongue at the tail end of his own ruined orgasm. You are panting out his name and he wishes he could have that on a tape to listen to on repeat. He loves how you say his name as you draw out every ounce of your climax on his tongue.

You finally, finally come down, your hips stop, you aren’t grinding now, no longer fucking his face, sucking down a deep breath trying to regain some composure. He gasps for air and it makes you look down at him for the first time in several minutes, his face is soaked. Slick, drool, tears, lips parted, hair a wreck, he looks blissed out and totally happy, the definition of pussy drunk.

“Awe my poor little crybaby.” You say fondly around a laugh, light, musical, your leg comes down off his shoulder, confident you can stand on your own legs safely, “You okay honey?”

He nods, your hand slips from his hair and goes down his face, you cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, half smile on his face as he noses against your palm. Your thumb swipes over his bottom lip before you tilt his chin up, “You did amazing, you want your turn now?”

His eyes had closed in contentment from you touching him but upon you saying that they fly back open, “Uhh, no, no I’m okay-”

He shifts and you notice he looks uncomfortable and that is when you catch the wet spot on his jeans. You could tease him, you could be mean, instead you offer, “You wanna join me in the shower?”

Ethan jumps at the chance. He doesn’t know what he will change into after the shower but getting to help you clean up and the prospect that maybe he can go back down for seconds makes any other thought impossible.

#Ethan Landry x reader #slasher x reader #BHF asks #BHF writing #WELP #Didn't mean to do this BUT #It is what it is #I got this out quick so my apologies if it isn't perfect I hope you still love it tho Anon #I got a bunch of WIPs on the go and then I do THIS instead of finishing any of those.#Amazing #Good job me

443 notes · View notes

misc-obeyme · 6 months

Note

heyyy!!!! It's for the Kinktober list \o/

Solomon and breeding kink please babes ❤️

Drink water, sleep 8 hours and eat three healthy meals a day!!! Luvoo

Hey there, anon!

Okay I already had a prompt for Solomon for Kinktober when I got this ask, but I was like listen. Is it really a CC event if I don't get more requests for Solomon than any other character? So now I feel like it's just tradition.

Also I can't believe I didn't include Solomon's pact marks in the other kinktober post I wrote for him! I didn't even realize until I'd posted it and then I was like how is it that I didn't mention them at all?? I'm so into it, it's ridiculous and yet... anyway, this gave me the chance to include them so I feel that makes up for it a little bit. One of these days I'm gonna write a smut fic that's like... about those marks 'cause they just do something to me.

Anyway, I did afab reader so hopefully that's okay! I also feel the need to thank you for telling me to drink water and so on. Those are all things I almost never do lol. Sometimes I eat three meals a day, but are they healthy?? No. They aren't. Right, sorry for the ramblings lol.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

AFAB!MC x Solomon

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: breeding, penetration (reader receiving)

You were on the sofa in Cocytus Hall in the middle of a heavy make out session with Solomon when you pulled away. Solomon let out a breath at the loss of your lips, but he didn't say anything. You met his eyes, saw the desire in them and the question.

You reached down deliberately to put your hand on his erection. Solomon closed his eyes and tensed, trying not to react to the feeling of it.

"We haven't even been doing this that long and you're already hard," you said quietly.

Solomon took hold of your wrist and pulled your hand up. He leaned in, his lips against your ear. "I'm sorry, MC. I guess I'm just that eager to breed you."

A thrill ran down your spine and you shuddered in his arms. Your reaction caused him to laugh softly against your skin.

"Ah, I knew it," he said. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

You flushed, but you couldn't exactly disagree. "So what if it is?"

Solomon laughed again. "You're so cute, MC," he said. "But you don't have to hold back. If that's what you want, all you have to do is say it."

You huffed. You tried to look away from him, but the close proximity made it difficult. You considered refusing to say anything else, but your own arousal was creeping in now and you didn't think you would actually be able to resist him.

You switched tactics, turning into him. You pulled your wrist from his hand and tugged on his belt buckle. You pressed your lips to his neck and said, "I want you to breed me, Solomon."

Solomon pulled you up off the sofa, his hands already moving beneath the fabric of your clothes. He removed your shirt, kissing along your collarbones as you finally unbuckled his belt. Your pants went next, soon followed by his cloak and shirt, too.

You paused now that Solomon's bare chest was before you. You looked into his eyes for a moment. He waited to see what you would do.

You ran your fingertips over his pact marks. He stayed still as you did so, patiently watching you. It wasn't as though you hadn't seen them before, but most of the time it was easy to forget they were there, hidden beneath his clothes.

Solomon allowed you to be mesmerized by them for a few moments before he turned you around and pulled you against him. Your back nestled against his chest. He still had his pants on, but they were open enough to let his cock free and you could feel it pressed against you. Solomon's lips trailed down your neck, his fingertips trailing beneath the waistband of your underwear.

You felt your body heat up and found yourself filled with impatience. If you let him, Solomon would continue to tease you for some time before finally giving you what you wanted. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You removed your underwear yourself, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Then you put your knees on the sofa, bracing yourself against the back of it.

You arched your back and said, "Hurry up, I can't wait anymore."

Solomon made a groaning sound behind you, but you couldn't see him anymore. It was only moments before you felt him behind you. He kissed down your spine while reaching around to stimulate your clit with his fingers. You pushed against them, letting out a small moan as you sought more of that feeling.

"Solomon, please," you begged.

As you had hoped, that was enough to make him finally push his cock inside you. You were wet and ready, taking it in easily and moaning at the way it felt.

Solomon didn't hold back now. He had one hand on your hip and one hand on your clit as he pounded into you. The angle allowed for deep penetration and you felt your body unraveling with each thrust. The sparks of pleasure ran through your veins, the tension building in your legs and your back, your muscles tightening.

The hand on your hip moved up to rest on your back as Solomon leaned forward further. "You're so ready for me," he said, his voice heavy and shaking with his own impending orgasm. "I'm going to fill you up."

You cried out incoherently as you came, his words sending you right over the edge. Solomon seemed to anticipate this, both hands moving to hold your hips steady as you clenched around him.

Just as he promised, you could feel his hot cum filling you up as he came, your name spilling sweetly from his lips.

From then on, you found it was a simple matter to get Solomon to breed you. As he had said himself, all you had to do was say it.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

taglist: @anxious-chick @t0tallycoolname @libidinous-weeb

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me smut #obey me kinktober #obey me solomon #om solomon #solomon obey me #obey me solomon smut #om solomon smut #obey me solomon x reader #om solomon x reader #solomon obey me x reader #misc kinktober 2023 #misc writes #misc naughty times

351 notes · View notes

wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

Text

[7:50] Jeong Yunho (smut)

♡ Pairing : Jeong Yunho x F! Reader

♡ Warnings : Smut Ahead!, shower sex, bf! Yunho, kinda passionate but rough sex, lots of making out, praising kink, yunho has a big dick.

♡ Taglist : @azriel-owns-my-heart @spoorti09 @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein (Please send in a request if you want to be added to my taglist)

♡ Requested by : Anon

Warning : Smut under cut!!

Yunho walks into the house, completely tired from the practice. The whole day was just completely stressful for Yunho and all he just wanted to do was take a long shower and crawl to be with you. Setting his bag down in your room, he quickly grabbed his towel and entered the bathroom only to hear your sweet voice humming 'Deja Vu'.

His eyes darted over to your naked body, his dick seeing the way you swayed your hips. All his stress and tiredness was replaced with pure lust. Quickly stripping down from his clothes, he enters the shower room which will go unnoticed by you.

You get startled when you feel long, large hands wrap around your waist, you almost let out a scream but relax when you take in the comforting scent. You instantly turn around, hitting his chest playfully, "You didn't have to scare me." "You look so fucking sexy baby." Your cheeks heat up when you feel his hard cock pressing against your thighs.

You smirk, while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, as you smash your lips against his. You turn him around and pin him against the wall, as you deepen the kiss. His hands find their way around your hips squeezing, while your lips move in sync with each other.

His teeth bit your bottom lip, erecting a breathy moan from you causing him to smirk between the kisses. He pulls away after a few seconds and looks down at you, his hand comes up to brush your wet hair and he soon turns you around and pins you against the wet wall. "Let me spoil you tonight, babygirl."

His husky voice makes you give in to him as you submit yourself to him, his right hand cups your cheeks as he pulls you in for another kiss. The kiss became very rough and fast, as your heated bodies were pinned against each other. The tip of his dick brush against your clit makes you gasp allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dance with each other while Yunho's hands come down to squeeze your ass.

You let out a gasp, fuelling his cockiness, and his hand travels down and between your thighs. His finger brush over your sensitive bud, making you let out a muffled moan between the kisses. He quickly inserts two of his fingers into your hole, stretching out your hole, causing you to let out a loud gasp, your hands grip on to his shoulders.

He penetrates his fingers at a fast and harsher pace, while his tongue fights with yours for dominance. And within seconds his tongue was exploring every inch inside your mouth while his finger abused your sensitive hole. His free hand picked up your leg and placed them around his waist and you instantly placed your other leg around his waist. You pulled away from his lips as you let out breathy moans, feeling yourself nearing your orgasm, your pussy clenched around his fingers while they continue to thrust deep inside your hole.

"Y-Yuyu, C-Close." You let out a whisper before his fingers pushed you over the edge, making you arch your back and coat his long slender fingers with your cum. Yunho gave you butterfly kisses trailing down your collar bone as you got down from your high.

You felt his hard cock poke at your upper thigh. You eyed down at his dick before your eyes met his while a smirk danced on your lips. "Need some help there? " You said getting down on your knees and you looked up at him with your hazy eyes making him groan. "Fucking surely, Princess."

And before you knew it, you were shoved down his length, his tip hitting the back of your throat while you didn't even take full of his length. Yunho threw his head back feeling you hollow your cheeks around the base of his cock. "Fuck little one, you take me so well." He groaned as he felt your hands caress his balls slowly while your lips swirled around his tip making precum leak out.

You bobbed your head up and down on his length while your hands gripped onto his thighs for support. Yunho's hands rested on top of your head while your mouth sucked hard around his dick. He moaned as his hand slightly gripped onto your hair feeling himself getting closer to his orgasm. "Princess, I-I'm not going to last long."

You fastened your pace, bobbing your head up and down on his length while your hands played with his balls, making him groan as his cock twitched in your mouth. He cursed and the next moment you felt his cum shoot into your mouth, his hips thrusting slowly into your mouth as he came down from his high.

He quickly pulled himself out and pulled you up to your legs while he turned off the shower head. His hand patted your ass and you quickly took the hint as you wrapped your hands his neck and lifted your legs up to straddle his waist. His hands held your hips, guiding you while you sunk yourself down his long length.

You let out a loud groan as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, "Y-Yuyu, Too big" You whispered into his ear in a shaky voice, while his dick stretched your hole. "You're doing so well taking me princess." His words aroused you more causing you to let out loud moans.

"You sound so fucking pretty moaning my name princess." You placed your hands on his wet bare shoulders. You threw your head back when he started to thrust into you at a slow pace. His tip brushed against your sensitive spot, "Yuyu Fast, please."

And the man instantly obliged, thrusting into you at a rough and fast pace while his hands came down to hold your thighs. Your back was pinned against the wet wall while his dick pumped into your hole, his cock thrusting directly at your sensitive spot, making you scream in pleasure. "Yuyu g-gonna cum."

"Hold on for me princess. I'm close too." Your nails clawed at his shoulders while your legs squeezed around his waist as you controlled your orgasm. He rammed his cock into you at an animalistic pace, and his dick twitched inside you. "Fuck, princess cum with me."

Your back arches as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you instantly cum all over his dick while ropes of cum squirts out of his tip, painting your inner walls. Your legs twitched from the intensity of the orgasm you just had, while Yunho thrusts into you at a slow pace getting you down from your high.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, completely exhausted. Yunho placed a soft kiss on your neck and he quickly got you out of the bathroom.

I hope it turned out like how you wanted. I loved writing this BTW. Thank you for the request anon!!

#ateez #ateez smut #yunho smut #dom! ateez smut #dom! ateez #dom! yunho smut #yunho imagines #yunho smut imagines #ateez imagines #ateez smut imagine #ateez smut imagines #yunho smut imagine #yunho x reader smut #yunho x reader #ateez x reader smut #ateez x reader

593 notes · View notes

dabisqueen · 5 months

Text

I recently hit a huge milestone and wanted to take some time to celebrate with a little event!

As you all may know, I've had a pretty rough past year: having been diagnosed with breast cancer, going through several operations and chemotherapy, and overall just feeling extremely devastated.

Throughout this entire time, you all stuck around, encouraged me, and showed me so much love and support. Without you, it would have been much worse. Thank you to everyone at my side during this challenging time💙

You are the reason I am here, you encourage me to continue, and you are the reason my writing comes to life in this fandom community.

So, this event is all about you. I want to give back to you and put a smile on your face with a free commission.

The Title of this Celebration: Obsession

With this event, it is your turn to be creative. Send me an ask with how you headcanon Dabi would obsess over you.

It can be as smutty as you want or tooth-rottingly fluffy and sweet. This blog features dark content, so you can also include dark ways of how Dabi obsesses over you. You don't have to be a writer or anything; just thirst away! I want to hear your side of the story.*

I will combine all the asks into one big sheet and publish it eventually with proper credit to the original creators: you.

The Giveaway

I will reward two lucky participants with a free commission. Fanartists @/itsmattibad and @/chainslobber agreed to work with me on this. So be excited! Also, please give both artists a follow💙

(It's a free giveaway of a portrait of you and your blorbo. I will share the details with the winners after they have been selected! You must abide by the artist's rules for commission, and they have the right to deny your request. You can work with them to choose something else or decline the commission. In this case, I will re-award it.)

How to Qualify for the Giveaway

You must be following me (this event is for followers only)

You have to send the ask(s) off anon.

My blog is an 18+ blog, so I will not be allowing minors to participate at all. No age on your profile - no entry. Blank profile - no entry. I need to know that you are not a minor.

Please submit your ideas in bullet-point format only. I can combine those better into one uniform post.

I will only accept entries during the event timeline.

Each ask/submission counts as one entry.

You can send me more than one ask. Each entry will count as one entry to the giveaway. There is no limit to how many entries you send me. The more you send in, the higher your chances of being selected.

I will randomly select after the event ends. I am still in remission and things take longer than usual. So please be patient with me!

(You can also participate in this event without joining the giveaway if you are shy or don't want a commission. You can send the ask on anon. It won’t count as an entry for the giveaway, but I will still include it in the headcanons😊. You can also send off anon and tell me you don’t want to be in the giveaway.)

The Timeline

The event will start Friday, December 1, at 6 pm EST and run through Sunday, December 10th, until midnight (also EST).

*I maintain the right to deny asks that I don't seem fitting for this event. Please be kind and accept that.

I will use the tag #dqobsessionevent so you can block it in case it's clogging up your feed.

#dabisqueen event #milestone event #dqobsessionevent #dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha #mha

77 notes · View notes

writeshite · 2 years

Note

Bonjour 👀 It is I just on anon!

I was wondering if I could request a Billy Hargrove x bottom!male reader smut.

This might be confusing but I’m gonna try my best here-

So basically, the reader is cocky, doesn’t let up to Billy’s bullying, doesn’t really care.

This makes Billy even angrier, and one day reader says some off-hand remark and Billy is like “What did you just say?” and pins him to the wall.

Yadda yadda smut ensues IDK 🫣

If you need suggestions for kinks maybe uhh degradation with a mix of rough sex mayhaps…

Mouthy Little Slut

Summary:

“Repeat after me,” he instructs you, and you try your best, well as best as anyone could when they're pinned to the wall, dick hard. It takes three tries before Billy becomes irritated at your failure to follow his demands; you manage something acceptable enough for him on the sixth or seventh try; by then, you’re hopelessly whimpering. Billy scoffs, “What happened to the mouthy little slut?” He taunts.

Pairings:

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Tags:

Words: 1561

Author's Note:

Bonjour, I give you Billy Hargrove smut, written after I submitted homework I procrastinated on for three weeks 😀

You can practically hear the rest of the school cringe and pray for your survival as you flip off Billy Hargrove. The new kid rose to the top of the school hierarchy nearly overnight, he all but deposed Steve Harrington, and everyone bowed out of his way whenever he walked by. You must have missed the memo because, unlike the rest of your peers, your general instinct around Billy was to antagonize him - something many people have advised against. You remember the day you met Billy - he had rocked up to your locker; Mr. Hotshot slicked some of his hair back; the second he’d opened his mouth, you’d flicked his forehead and walked off laughing. Thus started you and Billy’s lengthy feud.

The classrooms were no sanctuary away from this; most of the teachers have effectively given up and instead elected to shift your seating arrangement as far from each other. Of course, gym has no seating arrangement, and coach has no qualms watching the two of you work out your anger. Today, you’d taken every opportunity to snatch the ball from Billy and be as uncooperative as possible whenever either of you was close, an angry Billy was an entertaining Billy.

With all that in mind, it explains why you’d flipped him off; what it didn’t explain is why Billy had stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked, correction demanded, you repeat what you said to his face. Before all this, Billy already seemed slightly pissed, which encouraged you to try and push his buttons. You repeated your words, flipping him off with both hands; gladly satisfied with his angry expression, you turned to leave but found yourself pinned to the locker room wall, “Say that again.”

“What? Your hearing bail on you or something, Hargrove?” You rebutted, “I said what I said.”

Billy’s hand comes to your neck, gripping at it as his eyes bore into yours, “You think you can just go around saying whatever you want.”

You smirk, “It’s a free country, Billy boy,” you tell him, “I don’t know how it works back in California, but down here in Hawkins, running your mouth ain’t punishable.”

His hand squeezes tighter, face coming closer to yours, his face is drawn into an angry expression; you attempt to laugh, but it comes out as a slight wheeze, dragging on as Billy’s hand travels up, fingers edging at the corner of your mouth. His leg forces its way between your legs, and you feel your dick harden, but so does Billy. He starts chuckling, moving to press his knee against your growing erection; you wince, your wiggling growing frantic as you attempt to free yourself before anything else can happen. You cuss at him, but he silences you again with his knee digging into your pants. Your wiggling almost frees your hands, but Billy catches on, fixing that problem; his other hand travels from your neck to the inside of your pants as he now takes hold of your cock.

His hand remains in place, face now closer to yours, “What’s that you said about running your mouth?”

“Fuck you.” Billy tugs harshly.

“That’s not what I want to hear,” he states, forehead against yours, “apologize for your words.”

“Fuc—” you don’t get the chance to cuss him out again as he tugs again; you groan, bucking your hips to get some form of relief and crying out when there is none. You go back and forth like this a few times before your resolve crumbles, “Alri-alright fine, I–I–sorry—”

He pumps you once, “For what?”

“For–for–” you can’t find the words. Surprisingly, Billy chuckles at this; he releases your cock, his hand coming to your chin, and he commands you to look at him.

“B-bi—please—” you whimper.

He huffs, “You don’t get shit after what you did; you want something,” he tells you; moving back, he sits on one of the benches, legs spread and pants pulled down. He holds his dick, beckoning you to him with his fingers, “work for it.”

You walk up to him, crouching down, and you take his dick in your hand, pumping it a few times; Billy holds your head as your take it in. Once you have it all in, he keeps your head there, hand rubbing circles on your head as he admires the view, you reach down for your won dick, but Billy chastises you, “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

You sound out a few words in response, “No, I didn’t. Put your hands on my thighs, and keep them there,” he demands. You do as your told; he pats your cheek, “Good boy.” He nods his head, and you start moving. Your pace is slow per Billy’s control, he doesn’t move much, an occasional thrust here and there, but otherwise, he leaves the work to you. Biting his lip, his hands hold your head, the corners of your mouth have bits of drool, and your eyes remain fixed on his. Your dick twitches, aching to be touched, but Billy’s glare dissuades you from doing so when your hand tries to move. His legs spread further as he drags you slightly higher, your elbows dig into his thighs, and he holds your head down when he comes. “Swallow,” he tells you, and you do.

Your obedience earns you a pat on the head. Bily pulls his pants back on again; he tells you to get presentable and meet him by his car. When you do, he’s leaning by it, cigar in hand; he squeezes your ass when you get there, “Why are we here, Billy? Are you too much of a coward to do it in school?”

He grimaces, the grip on your ass becoming taught, “What did I say about mouthy sluts?”

Your face pinches, “I don’t know, what did you say?” you reply impatiently; you shift on your feet, a small but ineffective method of soothing the hard-on.

Billy shakes his head, “Get in the car.” He drives until the school is no longer visible, past houses and into the forest, and up to Skull Rock. The place is empty, and once the car engine switches off, Billy is situating himself in the back, demanding you follow suit. You find yourself straddling him, hands around his shoulder once more; you manage to roll your hips once before Billy grips them. You complain, but he smacks your ass, you complain again, and he repeats his actions; the pattern carries on, each slap more painful than the last until you’re whimpering out another apology.

He kneads your ass; he must deem this good enough since he finally goes to hold your dick, his other hand moves your shirt out of the way, and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. He pumps your dick steadily while his mouth works on your chest - your back arches when he bites, hands tightening on his shoulders. Billy enjoys riling you up, and when you come, he doesn’t stop, his come-stained hand moving to your ass, his fingers working their way in; you moan, head falling forward and eyes shut tight. Billy’s other hand spreads your asscheek wide, and at some point, his dick is added to the mix, settling between both cheeks; he doesn't shove it in, only ever rubbing it between your cheeks. On the other hand, you are holding onto him, legs barely able to move without trembling as Billy’s fingers reach in. He comes once, shooting up along your back; after that, you reach back to shove it in yourself, but Billy takes your hand.

You pleaded to him, “Billy—plea—fuck—”

“What did you say?”

“Fu–fuck me, please, Billy,” you elaborated, “please…please….”

His hand leaves your ass and is replaced by his dick; the tip goes in, but nothing else. You fuss, body moving to get the rest of it in; you manage a little before Billy thrusts the whole thing into you. Your mouth falls open, a strangled sound coming from you as your head falls forward. He palms your skin, humming to himself; he grabs the back of your neck, “See what being impatient gets you?”

“Unngghh….mmmhhh….” Billy directed your face to him, kissing you as he started to move; his thrusts started out at a moderate pace, and the kiss stopped when his pace picked up. Arms slung around your lower back, your face in his neck now, as moans spilled from your mouth. He didn’t falter when he came, only slowed down in his pace, his grip becoming tense.

“Anything else to say?” He asked. You made some more incoherent sounds, another load went in your ass, Billy’s movements paused, but his dicks remained. You both panted; coming off the high, Billy brought you back into another kiss; you winced into his mouth when his dick slipped out., cum sliding out, leaving you empty.

Billy tsked, “Damn, I’m gonna have to clean that later.”

End Note:

😈 We love ourselves some Billy Hargrove fanfic. Stay Hydrated.

#billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things imagine #shiterequests

1K notes · View notes

nariism · 6 months

Text

links ➠ event masterlist ✧ rules ✧ send a request!

STATUS: CLOSED

thank you everyone for participating <3

hiii all my lovelies💗 i'd like to give a huge huge huge thank you for 1k followers and friends (!!!), 4.5 months of endless support, and the chance to be a part of such an amazing community of people :')

i've always been on and off with writing because of my self-doubts but i've come to absolutely love writing as a hobby and remember why i enjoyed it so much in the first place back when i was a dweeby 13 year old kid 🫶

i would love to do a small appreciation writing event for anyone who would like to participate. it's open for everyone so don't feel nervous to send an ask! see below the cut for more info.

if you're just stopping by, then i'd like to tell you thank you for everything!! 💐

info — you choose 1-3 prompts/tropes + a character and i'll write a drabble/one-shot! requests can be sent to my inbox like this (preferably off anon so i can let you know when it's up!)

prompt number: fandom/character: additional info: (ex. tropes you want, angst, fluff, platonic, etc. anything you'd like to add that you want to see!)

i will be closing requests for this event on 13 Nov EDT

the same rules apply as my regular writing rules. please see those before you send a request!

note. all writings will be x gn!reader. i have free creative liberty for anything i write and i may not get around to all of the requests if i can't think of anything for the combination submitted. i am also busy with life stuff so it might take me a bit to finish things. remember, this is all for fun!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS OPEN

blue lock: itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

genshin impact: open for any characters!

haikyuu: miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, ushijima wakatoshi

other: hayakawa aki, gojo satoru, geto suguru, loid forger (💐)

++ i would consider characters not listed here that you want to see!

TROPES

1. friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers

2. forced proximity

3. fake relationship / marriage of convenience

4. soulmates (any rendition)

5. coffee shop

6. roommates

7. accidental confession / accidental kiss

8. handcuffed together

9. hurt & comfort

10. enemies / rivals to lovers

11. mutual pining

12. oblivious pining

13. one bed

14. drunk confession

15. second chance

16. unrequited love

17. matchmaking / matchmaking gone wrong

18. domestic

PROMPTS

19. "do we like... hold hands now?"

20. "please, come home."

21. "i could kiss you right now!"

22. "oh no, the power went out, however will we stay warm?!" (/s)

23. "we fell asleep by accident and woke up as a mess of tangled limbs."

24. "i'm done waiting."

25. "i've always needed you!"

26. "you look so beautiful in the moonlight."

27. "i think i'm in love with you."

28. "don't look at me that way."

29. "do you want my jacket?"

30. "wait, don't pull away... not yet."

31. "i can't sleep."

32. "i can't believe it took you this long to admit you like being the little spoon."

33. "your necklace fell off... let me put it back on for you."

34. "i could stay up all night talking to you."

35. "say it again. please."

36. "we're fighting. i'll take the couch tonight." ➡️ (bonus) "we were fighting???"

++ feel free to add any you want! these are just some examples

i'm so thankful to each and every one of you. i hope you enjoy! <3

links ➠ event masterlist ✧ rules ✧ send a request!

#— whispers in the wind: 1k event ✉️#pls don't flop please #blue lock x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #haikyuu x reader #csm x reader #jjk x reader

61 notes · View notes

yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

Text

— You deserve the world

Pairing: Yandere overhaul x female quirkless darling

Request(ed?): Yes! - Heyo!!! could I have Overhaul with an female darling (who is quirkless) gets taken hostage? — submitted by overhaul anon!

Warnings: stockholm Syndrome/and yandere behavior and violence.

Author Note: Thank you so so much!! Overhaul is my favorite villian. Feel free to request again!!

Overhaul is known for his villain ways: wanting to get rid of germs of the world and protect the most important person in the world. He tried his best to make sure you always felt comfortable, no matter how tired he was or how touch-starved he was towards you; your needs were and always are higher than his.

Any call towards his name with the voice of his beloved was more important, especially right now. His mind was racing per second, thinking the worst cases possible.

All he wanted was to keep you safe, the reason he took you to your new home. But, while he was trying to finish some paperwork; called to rearrange a meeting with a group of lousy villains, they had broken in, trapping him in a room with smart moves while killing any guards and then… Taking you in the process.

He was angered, fists clenching in worry as he walked down the disgusting corridors of the hidden base the villains decided to take cover in. All he could think was the ‘if’s’.

What if they touched you with their disgusting germs?

What if you got hurt, would it be infected?

What if they hurted you and you were gone?

What if…. So many of them surrounded his head like a cartoon show.

He wanted to crush every single one of them, cause them enough pain, the amount he felt when his heart shattered when he saw you being taken away from the security cameras.

Overhaul killed anyone who deemed to stop him or let alone get in his path, the whole base looked like a brutal murder scene: blood on the walls, floor, even on his clothes and mask.

He didn’t bother cleaning the blood that splattered on him, nor did he worry about it. All he wanted was to come get you and make sure you were okay.

—

“You're quite stubborn, ain’t ya?”

A pool of blood mixed with spit dripping down your jaw. Your breathing was heavier than normal, time was lost to you. It could've been a few hours or a whole day since you were taken, the men watched you like a snake ready to pounce on its prey.

All you were doing was laying in your room, waiting for Kai to be done with work till you door busted open: two men grabbing you and throwing you over one of their shoulders, covering your mouth with some type of rag before you passed out.

You woke up with a pounding headache, as well as a cut lip and your nose bleeding from the impact of the slap they did to wake you up.

The greasy man, in front of you, lit a freshly drawn cigarette, taking a deep inhale, while blowing the smoke towards your face. “Now, how much long do you think you’ll hold this up?”

You refused to look at him, gagging at the heavy smell of smoke mixed with copper.

Your body was in pain, a few scratches on your face, along with a bruise on your cheek; throbbing every time you slightly moved.

From the sound of screeching of his chair and the loud footsteps forward, he showed himself, yanking the back of your hair and making you face him: “I can hold as long as I can, trust me. I can see why Overhaul would want a pretty thing like yourself.”

You kept a stone-face, not wanting to show the enemy the pleasure of you being scared but; it was thinning out, all you wanted was to be in Kai’s presence.

“Yeah… I think i’ve found something to enjoy, darlin’,” The man spoke loudly, causing the two lackeys to snicker.

Before anyone could manage to say anything, loud clutter noises were heard down the hall, being stifled through the thick walls, constant and growing closer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a warmth of relief spread through your stomach.

“The hell…?” One of the men by the door, guarding, pulled out his gun.

“Don’t ask me! Go check it.” The leader barked. The man who was by the door side-eyed the man next to him and unlocked the door, two of them walking out to check the noises.

As the door closed shut with a loud bang, the leader turned back to you with a sly smirk. “Now, where were we—”

There was a loud slam against the door to the room: a large, rounded dent showing in the thick metal. Then, another pound came, adding a newer, thicker bulge to the door.

By the time you counted down to one, the door was thrown across the room, knocking into one of the men: blood seeping under it as it spread against the greasy floors.

Kai showed himself in the doorway, golden eyes that shone in the low-light. In just a moment with him connecting eyes with yours, it showed a wave of relief and rage; his eyebrows pressing against each other once he saw the position you were in.

The man, somehow, screamed at his other men to attack, though Overhaul was on a warpath, wanting to kill every single last of them till he could get his end goal: you.

One of the men thought it was a good idea to start shooting at him; ringing the bullets till he was all out, until, his upper body was destroyed.

You couldn’t help but watch closely, seeing him move through the room, calculating, quick, and aggressive eye movements towards you and the men; snapping through the men in half like they were twigs, blood splattering on the walls and ceiling. These men were stupid, not highly smart to think they’d even survive Overhaul’s quirk and his tactical moves against them.

Each time, the men either were destroyed or collapsed, laying dazed on the ground. All while he was fighting them, his eyes were glazed over in a look of fury and duty. Except, whenever he looked towards you, quick looks that showed apologetic and worried gaze, saying “I’m sorry, please hold on.”

He was killing the last of the men, when you felt a hand grip your hair, yanking it back while digging a gun into your temple; feeling the metal shake from the leader.

Overhaul spun around, his sight set on the handgun. His body tensed, and for a minute, you saw pure fright through his golden orbs before they rounded back to a glare, meeting the gaze of the man who had hurted you and held you captive.

“Don’t fucking take a single step,” The man stated, digging the metal more into your head: threatening the stoic yakuza who he knew had the upper ground.

As the man gripped your hair tightly, the gash on your face started to dribble down your neck, mixing with the torn and bloodied shirt you were wearing.

“You come any closer — and her brain turns into confetti.”

Kai was angered, fists clenching in fear and unpredictableness. His terrifying golden-eyes that shook you to the core, as he stared hard.

Within a second, a loud bang and the connection of your body hitting the floor, hard. Blaring noises surrounded you: gun shots, alarms blaring, and muffled screaming.

As you blinked multiple times, trying to refocus your vision and the now high-pitched ringing in your ears; the heavy scent of copper and rapid sizzling surrounded you.

You couldn’t see what happened, but from the view of the blood splattered against the room and the muffled noises; the voice in your head told you, Kai was giving a thorough, yet justified, beating to the man who dared to touch you.

As you lifted your head, you saw Kai’s silhouette walking towards you, gently pulling your form and the chair upright. As he twisted and untied the knot on the ropes, attempting to safely free you; he kept glancing at you, before saying something.

“When we get home, I'm gonna clean and disinfect your injuries. After that, we’ll bathe you.” Kai stated. It was quiet before he spoke up again once the ropes were off. “Are you hurt anywhere...else? ”

You mumbled a small no, exhausted by the pulsing adrenaline.

You pulled away briefly, feeling tears run down your face, a type of relief leaving your body. His gloved hand gently padded them away, careful to not apply any pressure. You had no idea how much you missed him until you locked eyes into each other, seeing the worry in his eyes present.

Your stomach swirlied, feeling nauseous. You started to reflexively pull at your torn clothes around your chest until you felt the warmth of Kai’s jacket covering you. It smelled like clean sheets, smelling just like — him.

As you went to turn to look at him, he covered your eyes with his gloved hand.

“Please don’t move my hand,” He stated, he doesn’t need you to look at the bloody mess he caused to get to you; something you shouldn’t and never see.

He hooked his right arm under your legs and picked you up bride-style, keeping his other hand over your eyes. You rested your head against his beating chest, trying to feel less-lightheaded.

As Kai sped-walked from the scene, he noticed your fatigue state. “Oi, hey.” he called, carefully poking the side of your head a few times to rouse you. “Stay with me, please.”

“M’ sleepy…” You mumbled, trailing off unwillingly from the dizziness and heard him slightly curse as he hastily moved faster.

As he kept glancing at your passed out state, he made a promise to make sure that this mistake won’t happen again and that nothing would hurt you, ever again.

Even if it includes his death in the process.

—

Masterlist | Requests closed (7/24/2022)

Do not plagiarize, repost, modify, translate or copy my work.

892 notes · View notes

my-dark-lord · 2 months

Text

!! FREEBIE FRIDAY HELLUVA BOSS/HAZBIN HOTEL FICLET REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

PLEASE read and respect the rules or your request will be denied/ignored.

|| Ask Box || General Blog Rules || Fanfic Commission Info || Friday Freebies Prompt List ||

REQUESTING RULES:

This is first come, first serve and I will only be taking one to be finished over the weekend. If I get multiple asks that I want to write I may still do them at my leisure.

I will not write requests for x Readers. It is a genre I save specifically for my commissions.

Please keep in mind I will do requests for single characters as well as ships. I’m a multishipper at heart.

Any anon hate will be deleted.

Just so you know, these will be done over the weekend they are requested during unless I do not choose it as the weekly freebie.

I reserve the right not to do any of the requests at all for any reason. I have a life outside of Tumblr and I run several other blogs and write, so just because I don't answer right away doesn't mean I'm not interested!

If you don’t want to use one of the prompt lists I have reblogged, you can send in a one-word prompt!

Feel free to reblog this! Spread the word!

Prompts can be anonymous or not, and you can talk to me about them in DMs while remaining anonymous. This is especially important for any smutty requests. Those that I have tagged after anonymous submissions gave me permission.

If the request is made anonymously and nobody reaches out to me your request will be submitted as is without you being able to request any edits! Once it is posted I will not revisit it!

Writing Examples Here!

#Freebie Fridays Promo #Freebie Fridays #Helluva Boss Requests #Helluva Boss Fanfic Requests #Hazbin Hotel Requests #Hazbin Hotel Fanfic Requests #Hazbin Hotel Freebie #Helluva Boss Freebie

34 notes · View notes

chilschuck · 21 days

Note

I'm not sure how to put it into words on what I exactly want outta this, but please give us a Chilchuck x Tall Woman Reader.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ hi anon!! i hope this is okay! i kinda did a mixture of hcs with a drabble, just something put together for you! thank you so much for your request, this is so cute!! <3

— CHILCHUCK x fem tall-man!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw + fluffy goodness with this emotionally constipated man. enjoy!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 524

✦ this was so fun…. fem tall-man is so funny to read… tall-woman?? idk anymore. holds my head in my hands. i think this turned out more gn, but i tried. :”)) please enjoy!!! feel free to submit the request again if you’d like me to do more for it!! <3

✦ Chilchuck was used to being looked down upon, something he experienced both figuratively and literally. It came with being a half-foot, and that was the cold, hard truth. Yet, for a reason he couldn’t wrap his head around, he felt warm around you.

✦ Maybe it was your smile, or the way you managed to make him feel like you were always on the same page. It didn’t help that you weren’t bad to look at, on top of being possibly one of the easiest people to talk to he’s come across. He could continue to play it off as just a perk of working together, which was something he planned to do. But things were never that easy for him.

✦ Chilchuck was stubborn. He knew what worked and what didn’t, and he surely wasn’t going to put everything on the line for some tall-man. Yet…

✦ Watching you interact with the rest of the party, the kindness you exude and that comfort you brought with you, made him start to crumble. You were wearing away at the wall he built up, faster than he had the ability to rebuild it.

✦ “I look up to you, Chilchuck... For all you’ve done for half-foots, the way you show others not to underestimate you. It’s really amazing.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at your palms. You had suddenly felt the need to tell him what had been on your mind, and there wasn’t any way you’d let this stroke of courage go.

✦ You bit your tongue for a moment. The last thing you wanted was to make him think you were sucking up to him. Clearing your throat, your gaze sought out his.

✦ Surprisingly, you had managed to catch him off guard. You… look up to him? His brow furrowed, really taking in what you had said. Cheeks rosy, he opened his mouth to speak, only to grow silent again. Dammit.

✦ You… You made it so hard for him to articulate a thought. Especially when you looked at him like that. What was he supposed to say? That he truly respected you, too? That he didn’t think you were too bad? Not to mention, the way you always looked out for him didn’t make him feel inferior for once? Ah… Shit.

✦ You were used to being honest, so it didn’t strike you as how it might maybe be too much to say in the moment. Swallowing sharply, you tried to catch his attention.

✦ “Sorry… I just mean that I really, uhm, enjoy having someone like you around. Is that too much? Sorry. Let me clarify—“

✦ Mind reeling, grabbing at straws from realizing just how deep the waves of his feelings had crashed into his psyche, he waved a hand at your words. Your name left his mouth softly, stopping you in your rambling.

✦ “That means a lot… Thanks.” A beat. “And stop saying sorry so damn much.” Chilchuck mumbled, a gloved hand scratching the back of his head in bashfulness.

✦ Who thought he’d be catching feelings for a tall-man…

dividers by @/cafekitsune!

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿#୨ chilchuck my beloved ୧ #how is it midnight rn…..#chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck x reader #dunmeshi x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #x reader

164 notes · View notes

alyshiba · 1 year

Text

Lilagon hen zaldrizoti

Part six: Shifting loyalties

Read on Ao3

Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Warning: Sex, smut, nakedness

Author's note: Thanks again for all of those who read or interact with what I post.. every time I see a notification my heart jumps <3

Thanks also to anon (or anons) who submitted my first request, I promise that I'll work on that oneshot before the next chapter of this story.

Should anyone wish to submit a request you can use this page of my blog and do so even anonymously if you so wish. Come the festivities I'll have much more time to dedicate myself to writing.

Also should anyone wish to be notified here on tumblr every time a new chapter comes out comment an I'll add you to the taglist.

Visenya woke up before her husband. The sun was not yet up in the sky so she decided to remain right where she was, curled up on one side facing Aemond. He seemed to be sleeping soundly sprawled on his back with one arm under his head and the other stretched out towards her, as if she posed no threat to his person, all the while she spent the night waking up every so often not daring to take her eyes off of him. She could have easily killed him at that moment, the Princess realized: she could have grabbed the dagger that was still hidden under the mattress and driven it into his chest, or she could have slid his throat, or she could suffocate him even and claim he died peacefully in his sleep, maybe poisoned during their wedding feast by unnamed enemies who wished for house Targaryen to go war with itself. She knew that if she did everything right it might even work without raising the suspicion of the greens.

So the Princess now lay on her marital bed, weighing her options: murder her husband and eliminate the last, greatest, weapon her enemies had, free Vhagar of his rider and potentially give her sister Rhaena her own dragon, or she could spare him and put all of her efforts into winning him over to their side. The usurpers still would find themselves lacking him and his dragon, and she would undoubtedly strengthen her position as heir and future Queen. For even with one eye only Aemond remained a fearsome warrior and the late King Viserys’ trueborn son, meaning that if Aegon was out of the picture his supporters would gather behind her husband hailing him as the true King of Westeros. She gave herself one more moment of contemplation before quietly and delicately crawling closer to him, Visenya had already sworn to herself that she wouldn’t live in fear of anyone and that she would play her role as the good and dutiful wife. That was exactly what she would do. So she pushed her body as close to her husband’s as possible, placed her head on his chest, and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

<<;I am still breathing>> Aemond’s voice was still sleepy when he finally woke up hours later. The sun was up in the sky and its rays were filtering through the sheer curtains placed on the two big windows at the sides of the bed. Visenya didn’t move even when he started to stretch his muscles, she only turned her head so that she could see his face. <<My husband is so perceptive>> She mocked while his hands moved to caress her naked body again. Aemond’s hands were calloused from the many hours he spent daily training with the sword in the yard, so they scratched her lightly every time they caressed her soft skin. It was not an unwelcome feeling though, she could see herself enjoying it in mornings like this, even more so, if they were on Dragonstone away from the grim prospect of war and court intrigues, far from betrayals and the fear of not waking up in the morning. <> Aemond said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Visenya moved her body so that she was half laying on top of him now: her chin resting on his chest, her breasts pressing on his torso, and one of her legs resting between his. His hands quickly adjusted to the new position, one cupped her ass cheek while the other absentmindedly started to draw circles on her spine.

She wanted to look him in the eye as they spoke, to see the small movements of his face that betrayed his emotions, to understand if he was being sincere or not. <<It was probably my safest option>> She admitted starting to toy with a long strand of his hair with her right hand, while the other lay on his chest feeling the hard muscle under his smooth skin. The corners of his mouth moved downwards in a mouth shrug at her words, probably agreeing with her, <<but it would start the very war my mother wishes to prevent>> she went on, wetting her chapped lips with a quick motion of her tongue, <<and you have not given me any reason to>> admitted the Princess <<yet>>.

Visenya refused to underestimate her husband solely because he was missing an eye, she would not make that mistake. But there was a part of her that wished to believe that he could be a decent man, it was the hopeful part of her soul that wanted her mother to succeed in her quest of being a beloved Queen, the same part that made her swear to Rhaenyra to truly try and build a relationship with her husband, to find common ground, as she did with Leanor, and to not make her same mistakes. So she stared at Aemond for a while, waiting for his reaction and hoping not to end up a fool in the dragon’s mouth.

<> He finally said, <> she interrupted bitterly, emphasizing the last part of the sentence, <<if it came to that I would do it myself>> the Princess said with cold determination in her eyes. He thought of her weak and frail, she angrily realized. It didn’t matter that she was the heir to the throne now or the rider of the largest and most feared dragon living. It wouldn’t matter even if she became a skilled fighter, to men she would always be weaker and unable solely due to her gender. <<What I wish to understand is why you chose not to. I am not to be a pawn in anyone’s game>> He retorted. His calm tone enraged her even more, she felt the burning fire of her anger being lit in the pit of her stomach: she hated when she wasn’t taken seriously. But Visenya also knew herself, she couldn’t allow the fire to consume her and make her act without reason as it happened many times in her past, so she took one heavy breath, bit her lip, and extinguished the flames. <> She started explaining without ever breaking the stare they were sharing, <<but I reasoned that having you by my side had more advantages than putting you in the ground. You are fundamental for keeping the peace with your mother and her allies, you are Viserys’ son, and you are a skilled warrior and rider to the second largest dragon living>> Visenya chose carefully the words that poured out of her mouth, she wanted them to have an effect on Aemond but not embolden him with ideas about the throne she, one day, would sit on.

Her husband’s hand had stopped drawing circles on her back, he now used it to move the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. He delicately moved each of them behind her ears so that her face was bare for him to see, <<Rhaenyra’s peace will not hold>> he said cupping her cheek. She focused her attention on the sapphire nestled in Aemond’s eye socket, on how the light reflected on the small facets of the gem. She raised her hand and moved her index finger towards it, <<no>> said Aemond with that specific tone one uses to scold a misbehaving child, she ignored him and pressed her digit on the cold surface of the stone. The facets and edges of it made the surface feel uneven, but she found the feeling of it pleasing. She played with it for a bit, until she felt the warm hand of her husband closing on her wrist, moving her hand slightly further from his face. <<You are mine to torment now>> She resolutely said freeing her hand and going back to what she was doing before, <<should my mother’s peace be challenged I shall take to the skies upon the Black Dread>> Visenya said keeping her tone cold, <<and remind our enemies why he was given that name in the first place>> she finally moved her hand to caress his cheek, mimicking his previous gesture but avoiding the scar that occupied a good portion of the side of his face, she didn’t know if it still hurt or not. <<And if you want to sit that throne by my side you will do the same, for I cannot see your brother sharing his power with anyone else>> She had seen the bitter stares the two brothers shared between themselves at the wedding feast, Visenya could accept that part of them were due to Aemond’s jealousy or possessiveness. But she understood pretty quickly that there was more behind them: she knew from her brothers' tales that Aegon often incited them in bullying his younger dragon-less brother, that he was as kind to Aemond as Luke and Jace had been, and that was evident the night her husband lost his eye. <;<You will sit on the throne he was placed on by your mother and grandfather>> The Princess voiced her discovery, <<the very seat he now considers his>> Visenya knew she had found the truth when Aemond refused to look her in the eyes, in the way he puckered his lips in frustration, <<it is impossible to put a leash on a dog once you placed a crown on his head>> she said moving his head and forcing him to look at her, <<your loyalty won’t matter to him, not now that he think you’re stealing what he considers his birthright>> his eyes betrayed the fact that he agreed with her. It must be painful, she thought, realizing that your own flesh and blood probably wish you dead, <<and if you are right and my mother’s peace won’t hold, your head will end on a spike sooner or later. And if he comes to doubt his children’s paternity..>> she couldn’t finish her sentence, <<they are not mine>> he whispered furiously, and his rage persuaded her to believe him, <<does he know that?>>

Whatever answer he might give her Visenya would never know, for that moment was interrupted by the loud knocking on the bedroom door. <<Who goes there?>> Asked Aemond, swallowing down all the emotions of their previous conversation. The Princess stood from the bed and went in search of the crate that contained most of her clothing, which should have been taken into her new quarters the day prior. <<Your clothes are in that wardrobe>> Said her husband pointing at a large wooden piece of furniture in the far corner of the room, <<although it would prefer being able to admire my wife’s body>> he cheekily added with a smirk. Visenya huffed at his comment and began to open every drawer and door of the wardrobe in search of her nightgowns. She finally found them and chose the one she dimmed the most modest: a black silk nightdress that covered her body from neckline to shins and was opaque enough to hide her nakedness underneath. As she slid the piece of clothing on herself she heard the strong voice of Ser Edric announce the presence of her mother-in-law.

Visenya took a big breath and stared at herself in the mirror, with the corner of her eye she saw Aemond shooting her a worried look, probably fearing her reaction to the news and to the presence of his mother. <<Give us a moment>> He shouted back grabbing a robe from one of the dressers on the other side of the room. The Princess stared at her reflection for a long moment, she felt again the fire of her rage being lit in her stomach, this time she wanted to allow it to consume her, to unleash it on Alicent: the living and breathing reason why her mother had been, even if briefly, usurped, why Rhaenyra had to go through the horror her infant sister’s birth, endangering her health and mind, why the babe had been born dead and horribly disfigured. She wanted to make the dowager Queen suffer as her mother had when she had laid her eyes on the dead body of her last child, of her sister who will never see the light of day. But Visenya knew that for the sake of the Queen’s peace she couldn’t, he would have to swallow down her anger again and extinguish the flame in order to preserve that fragile peace that was holding the realm together.

Aemond once again shot her a worried look before ordering Ser Edric to open the door and allow Alicent in. The Princess shared a brief look with her sworn guard, being swallowed for a second in the embarrassment of the realization that he had probably heard them last night. But it lasted a moment, for after her quick nod he closed the door and resumed his post on the other side.

The three of them stood frozen for a long moment, neither knowing what to do or what to say in that situation. It was Aemond that took the reins signaling his wife to close the distance between them and come to stand by his side, as she was expected to. <<Mother>> He began, moving one of his big arms around his wife’s body and drawing her closer to himself, <<;I hope you are well rested>> he said. Visenya used the moment between mother and son to study the Queen’s former childhood friend: Alicent was thin, she couldn’t say if she was healthy thin, or worryingly so, for her body was covered in layers and layers of undergarments and a green velvet dress. Yet the bags under her eyes and her slightly hollow cheeks betrayed a lack of sleep, the Princess assumed that the dowager Queen hadn’t slept very well ever since Rhaenyra took her rightful place on the Iron Throne. Yet she wouldn’t be fooled by Alicent’s frail appearance, the Princess saw in the older woman’s eyes her cleverness and her strength. Her mother-in-law hadn't given up on her plans.

Visenya knew why Alicent was here, after all, she was the one who fed the court rumors of her brothers' illegitimacy, and it was obvious that she was looking for signs to accuse her of not being a maiden, of having deceived Aemond and gifted her maidenhead to gods-know-who, for the apple doesn’t fall far from the three. The Princess knew well that such rumor would reignite doubts and old discussions, she had spent years hearing her mother’s pleas not to make the same mistakes, to be smarter than she had been in her youth. So Visenya didn’t fear Alicent’s scrutiny, for she had saved her maidenhead for her husband, the bedsheets held the proof of it, but the presence of her mother-in-law still irritated her. <<Questioning my virtue is treason>> The Princess said teasingly, <<yet you are welcome to inspect your son’s sheets. You will find proof that he was the one who took my maidenhead last night>> she continued after Aemond squeezed her side in an attempt to remind her to behave and not stir any more trouble. <<Visenya bled when I took her mother>> Her husband said when Alicent strolled towards the bed to do what she came to. It didn’t stop her though, and she quickly and softly apologized when she saw the small blood stain in the center of the bed.

After that scene the servants and maids started to pour into the room, changing bedsheets and drawing a much-needed bath for the newlywed couple. Alicent took that moment to grab Visenya’s hands and look her in the eyes, the Princess fought lightly that unwanted contact but the dowager Queen held on, <<did he hurt you?>> her question was nothing more than a whisper, and for a moment Visenya forgot about the monster who brought so much pain, fear, and horror to her family in the past few moons. She saw the worried eyes of a mother, and for a moment a knot formed at the mouth of her stomach: she would never feel pity for that woman, never, but the Princess quickly realized the implication of that question, and her heart broke for her aunt Helaena. <<No>> She responded in the same hushed tone finally able to take hands away from Alicent’s grip, <<;Aemond was gentle>> she added. There hadn't been love in last night’s coupling, but she won’t deny that she had enjoyed it terribly. And mostly she was grateful that her husband took her pleasure into consideration when he could have simply performed his duty quickly or worse: taken her against her will and hurt her. Alicent nodded and left after that answer.

Visenya grew quickly tired of all the noise and fuss in the room, and once she saw that the bath was drawn and filled with hot water commanded everyone to leave the room, save for her husband. She left the nightgown pool at her feet, tied her hair quickly in a bun on top of her head, and climbed in the bath, basking in the hot, almost boiling, water. The Princess closed her eyes and slid down, submerging almost her entire body and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on her skin. It was peaceful and relaxing until the spell was broken by Aemond clearing his throat. She huffed, opened her eyes, and turned in his direction, <<don’t take too long>> he said moving to sit on the bed, his eye never leaving her figure <>. He was about to let his body fall lazily on the mattress when she grinned and turned her upper body to face him <<join me then, there is enough space for you as well>>. Her husband returned her grin when he rose, discarded his robe on the floor revealing once again his perfectly toned body to her, climbed in the bath, and sat right in front of her.

The water level increased significantly when he finally settled. Aemond took care of not wetting his long hair by pushing them out of the bath. She looked at him for a moment, and at his silver locks now brushing against the outer edge of the metal bath, then Visenya decided to move and sit on his lap, <> she said handing him the bar of soap and the washcloth the maids had left for them on a stool next to the bath. She shifted her weight and moved to stand on her knees, taking care not to accidentally hurt him, so that her whole back was bare for her husband. He proceeded to complete the task carefully, washing and scrubbing every inch of her skin. When Aemond was finished she turned again to face him, straddling his lap. <<What did my mother want from you?>> He asked putting the soap and the cloth back where she had found them, <<she wished to know if you had forced yourself on me against my will>> she said resting her hands on his strong shoulders, <> she continued while starting to masse them lightly. Aemond’s hand traveled and settled on her hips, drawing her body closer to his until they were once again pressed against one another, <<that’s all?>> he asked softly, <<did you wish me to sing her the praises of your cock?>> she laughed lightly, raising a brow at her husband. He returned the smirk and moved one hand to the back of her neck. <<Aemond>> She called in a more serious tone when his face started to move closer to her collarbones. He groaned and looked up to her face, <> she said taking his face in her hands, <<you know it>> Visenya saw the conflict in her husband’s lilac eye, it might be a low blow to further feed the brothers' bitterness towards one another, but the only chance of preserving her mother’s peace as well as the lives of her siblings and parents rested on her ability to make him understand the stakes at play, <> the princess moved closer to him, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face, <<all I ask is that you return the favor and swear to not cause harm to my family>> he groaned at her request. She knew it would be impossible for him to forgive her brother, Luke above all, and she knew he would never grow close to them. But Visenya didn’t care if he liked them or not, if he had chosen to resent them for life or not, all she wanted was to sleep at night knowing that at the very least she had one less person to look out from, one less worry.

<> She said gaining his full attention, <> Visenya started to slide her hands lower, on his tones chest first, <> her hands moved lower on his abs resting her delicate fingers briefly on his hard muscles, <<only for your word that you will not kill or maim them>> her hands were slowly sliding lower still, <<you said it yourself last night: you have no more need for Luke’s eye>> she whispered on his lips reaching for his already hardened manhood. She closed her hands on his shaft and began to move her hands up and down gaining a series of groans and curses from him <<let me repay the debt he owes you>>.

Aemond slid his hands behind her, and made her move back to the other side of the bath, <<;turn around>> he commanded between heavy breaths, Visenya did as she was told and rested on her knees holding her weight with her hands on the border of the metal bath, <<bend over>> he said again pushing on her back so that she rested her entire upper body on the border. He used his knee to spread her legs and then rested between them, <> he whispered in her ear guiding his cock at her entrance, <<but that is a debt that will take a lifetime to be paid over>> he finally said pushing himself all inside of her.

Visenya let out a loud moan as Aemond started to thrust inside of her, as his pace grew faster and her moans of pleasure higher she arched her back and felt her husband’s big hand resting on her throat pulling lighter towards him. His groans too grew louder with his pace, and Visenya thought that if the price to pay for her family’s safety was this sweet torture she would happily endure it for the remainder of her life.

When Aemond released himself in the bath the water had grown cold and neither had properly washed, so under the spent and grinning stare of her husband she had to walk towards the door and ask Ser Edric to order the maids to bring up more hot water for the bath.

Taglist: @hawsx3, @readsalot73 @tempt-ress @but-i-write-so-i-must-count @arignipanja574 @scaraxmouche

256 notes · View notes

alexanderlightweight · 1 year

Note

I loved the Chronic Pain!Alec story! Could I request Deaf!Alec and specifically his challenges?

Hey so first, if anyone is deaf/HOH and would like to correct anything please feel free to let me know. This fic did not have a sensitivity reader (though if anyone volunteers I’d welcome but also i do not expect it)

i hope you enjoy anon ty for the prompt!

Alec shivers as his awareness rune is activated, the sensitivity a familiar rush that envelopes him. It means any injuries he’ll get he’ll feel tenfold, but it’s worth it. Alec can feel the currents of the wind, the sensation of a demons form crawling from the shadows and the shaking of the earth where they step.

What he can’t hear will be made up for and demons are nearly silent anyways. Alec never really understood why everyone thinks his success is shocking when half of his enemies don’t even make noise until after they’re attacking.

Everyone thinks Alec should be at a disadvantage but he doesn’t think he is. For every mission he’s given, it’s completed perfectly. He’s the most highly decorated solo hunting specialist to ever be seen and Alec knows the clave hates him. They hate what he’s proving, that shadowhunters with what the clave considers limits — who are normally hidden away in Idris — are just as if not more capable, than what the clave considers their perfect specimens.

Alec was supposed to have a team but there is only so much he can do when his siblings won’t listen to him. Which is ridiculous, considering Alec is the one who can’t hear. However he can read lips and while the amount of permanent runes that Alec bears is more than most can handle and more obscure than usually allowed, Alec wants what he wants. It was ridiculous that his siblings expected him to still cater to their insubordination and willfulness when they knew how much was at stake for him. So Alec had submitted a request to become a solo hunter and shipped his protesting siblings to Idris where his parents had gone once he’d turned sixteen.

After all, it’s not his fault that Valentine experimented on him as a child and his hearing was taken as a result. If anything, it’s his parents and Alec makes sure that they know it, every time they try to shame him or push him down. Alec looks at them and he smirks, because Alec lost his hearing before his parents took him and ran but Alec didn’t lose his voice.

Though not for a lack of Valentine trying.

“Was it the screaming?” He asks his mother one day when she's speaking so fast he can barely read her lips, interrupting her and rolling the words over his tongue, feeling the reverberations of his own throat as he works out where to let the sounds linger. Talking is a necessity when one is a commander, even if Alec only ever leads teams from behind a screen with another on the comes, interpreting for him.

“What?” Alec sees her lips say, because she’ll never lower herself to using mundane sign language, no matter how beneficial it’s turned out to be for shadowhunting teams as a whole and not just Alec. They have a rune that lets them see in the dark, being able to communicate silently is a boon, not that his mother will admit it.

“The screaming. Was it the screaming that made you run? To flee Valentine? I remember it, I remember you held me down at first and then he promised to make it all better and father held me down instead.” Maryse is staring at him in horrified realization and Alec smiles, because his memory of it goes deeper than Maryse’s walls do. “I think you were crying. I wanted you to call me baby and hold my hand and tell me I’d be okay, that you’d protect me. You didn’t though, you’d stopped comforting me already, I remember that. Instead it was ‘Valentine please’ and I never heard your voice again.”

Maryse is shaking and Alec grins meanly, teeth sharp because if she’d ever once been sorry he would have accepted it but it’s too late now. “Was that all? I have an Institute to run.” He brushes past her, deliberately turning his back in a way that makes the conversation over. Maryse will have to grab him to stop him and she won’t, because Alec won’t let her.

— “Mirai!” he calls, because while he’s never sure how loud he’s being, his second is normally close enough or someone is close enough to let her know. A few minutes later she’s there, a large tablet and a file in her hand and she’s shaking her head as she follows him to his office.

He signs out, ‘meeting now. Reports first. Demon sighting new’, and Mirai sighs and keeps her head turned to him so he can read her lips as she looks at her tablet.

“Very well Commander, I’ll see that the weapons room is restocked before any teams are sent out. Apparently the ichor cleaning team is backlogged again.”

‘Idiots gone?’

“Indeed. It seems we’ve finally culled the herd enough that we are lacking in imbeciles who act before they think.”

And Alec keeps his laugh silent because his joy is rare and sacred to himself, and instead he just smirks meanly.

‘Good. Weapons priority anyone off.’

Mirai nods and puts down her tablet to respond, ‘confirmed’ and then she leaves and Alec stares at his desk overflowing with so any missives that he’s tempted to set them on fire. Instead he reaches for the first one and grins. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is finally responding to his request and Alec is hoping that if there are wards he can add to his Institute so that he doesn’t have to have his runes as active as he does. He manages, but it’s exhausting and it does wear on him over time.

So it’s with an unfamiliar flicker of hope that Alec eagerly sends over an answer and he wants this to work, but he makes himself focus on his other work and then, two hours later and message with the same elegant scrawl of the first reply flashes into place.

Alec reads it with a growing grin before tapping out a message on his tablet. Mirai will take care of everything for him and he knows that all of his people will ensure that High Warlock Bane has the best experience in an Institute he’s ever had in his life.

Though, considering how the clave feels about anything they consider different, Alec doubts the bar is very high. Which is fine, Alec is perfectly happy kicking it off the ground and shattering the celling of the claves idiotic prejudices with it.

#writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #lumine writes #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

67 notes · View notes

misc-obeyme · 6 months

Note

Hello! This is my first time sending in a request/suggestion for you! I hope it comes at a good time

For kinktober, may I suggest "Use your words" for a soft dom Diavolo?

If I formatted this wrong or accidentally misread your rules, feel free to delete! Hope you have a good day :]

Hello, anon!

This is the perfect time, though it took me a minute to get to it! Only because I put Diavolo in week three lol.

Okay, hopefully this turned out okay. I've been especially worried about my smut writing lately for some reason?? Anyway, I enjoyed writing it and I'm glad you decided to send it in!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Diavolo

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: soft dom!Diavolo, MC's wrists are tied, penetration (reader receiving), just a lil biting

You were on your knees on Diavolo's bed, naked with your hands tied in front of you with the white tie from his RAD uniform. Your elbows were bent, the ends of the tie dangling down your stomach, the silky fabric brushing against your skin.

Diavolo stood before you, the rest of his uniform long since discarded on the floor with the pile of your clothes. Already you had red marks on your neck and shoulders from where he had been sucking and biting lightly.

You were panting slightly, covered with a sheen of sweat, the beat of your heat thudding heavily between your legs.

Diavolo took hold of your chin with his hand, tilting your head up to look at him. You saw the heat of desire in those gold eyes and whined.

Diavolo smiled at you before leaning down to kiss you. It was sweet and soft at first. And then he bit down on your lower lip, drawing just enough blood for you to taste it. You gasped into his mouth, your legs shaking.

Diavolo knelt before you, kissing your thighs as he stimulated the pulsing area between your legs with his fingers. You cried out and pressed against him. He allowed you to do this for a moment before pressing those fingers inside you, making you moan and struggle.

He was deliberate in the way he made you squirm, carefully using his fingers to bring you to the edge of climax before pulling away again. This had already been going on for so long, you wanted nothing more than for him to finally put his cock in you and let you come.

You struggled a little, shifting on your knees and whining.

Diavolo took his fingers away from you and stood up. He looked down at you and smiled. It was a soft, gentle smile despite the heat and desire you saw in his golden eyes. "Is there something you want, MC? Use your words."

"Please," you said, your voice quiet but unwavering. "Please let me come."

Diavolo brushed back some of your hair and cupped your cheek. "You've been so good for me tonight, I would say you've earned a reward."

You were thrilled to hear this and moments later you found yourself hoisted off the bed. You put your still tied wrists behind Diavolo's head, your arms on either side of him. Your legs wrapped around his hips. You only had a moment to feel that you were in a precarious position because soon enough you could feel Diavolo inside you, thick and hot and heavy. He was holding you carefully, pressing you into his chest, his strong arms keeping you up.

You cried out as you felt his cock, the angle at which he held you allowing him to penetrate deeply inside you. You wanted to clutch onto him, but your wrists were still expertly tied, the white fabric not giving at all. You simply had to trust that Diavolo had you, that he wouldn't let you fall.

And he didn't. No matter how much he moved you, no matter how quickly you felt his cock pounding into you, never once did Diavolo falter. You soon lost your ability to focus on anything other than the way he felt. You were already so sensitive from his earlier ministrations, you knew you wouldn't last very long.

You tried to hold yourself back, but you could feel yourself rapidly approaching the bright sweet feeling of an orgasm.

"Dia!" you cried out. "I'm-I'm going to…!"

Diavolo practically purred against your skin. "It's alright," he said. "Come for me."

You felt your body clench hard, your liquids spilling between the two of you, smearing across your legs.

Diavolo continued to thrust into you. The movements were sloppy now, both from him losing control of himself and the extra slipperiness from your cum.

When he finally filled you up, you moaned loudly, pressing yourself against him as much as you could, savoring the feeling of him, the rumble of his chest as he growled lowly.

After setting you back down on his bed, Diavolo gently untied your wrists. There were no marks from the tie's soft fabric, but he rubbed your skin carefully anyway. Without worrying about cleaning up, Diavolo gathered you in his arms, pulling you under the sheets with him. He kissed the top of your head and tucked you against his body. You found you were exhausted and you quickly fell asleep, warm and safe against his chest.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

taglist: @anxious-chick @t0tallycoolname @libidinous-weeb

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me diavolo #om diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me smut #obey me diavolo smut #om diavolo smut #obey me diavolo x reader #om diavolo x reader #diavolo obey me x reader #obey me kinktober #obey me diavolo x mc #misc kinktober 2023 #misc naughty times #misc writes

386 notes · View notes

skzoologist · 8 months

Note

Hi, your memes are really funny and made me laugh and you sound pretty cool

anyway, based on something that happened to me today, I'd like to submit a request for Bae. (They sound cute to b e honest)

A crack one shot of Bae and whatever member(s) of your choosing having to endure the awkwardness of hearing other people fucking in the next room/upstairs.(I don't really want to violate your guidelines of no smut, so that's why I thought of crack)

Personally I think it would be a really funny atmosphere to work with, what with the cringe/smirk/blank faces and the squeaking of bed springs

word count: ~950

warnings: none, the boys are all just mortified and laughing at the other

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho! Thank you for being the first brave one to send a non-anon ask to my humble blog, and thank you for your kind words! I'm glad my memes made you laugh, that was my goal, and I will definitely make some more every chance I get. I'm also sorry you had to experience that, hopefully you didn't have to hear it again between you requesting and me replying. It's always awful to hear it, especially with friends over. But I finally wrote this (sadly based on my own experiences, so I feel you), and I hope it is what you wanted.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

Bae was tired.

Their band was on a tour, performing on the bright stage for hours, day after day. The atmosphere was always high, as if the air itself was filled with electricity, further amplified by the fans' shouting. But every member shared that same enthusiasm, shouting back and pouring their soul into their performances.

Of course, Bae was the same.

He always gave his best, no matter what. He lived and breathed for his fans, and in return, he got their support. They were what made him, well, him, the idol they all saw.

But he was so tired.

For once, he just wanted to sleep for a whole day, instead of rehearsing between every performance, even if it was just for a short minute.

That was why he immediately made a beeline for his hotel room the moment they arrived back, only a tired, lazy wave of his hand seen before he disappeared. No one stopped him, they all just mumbled out an equally exhausted goodbye to him in return.

As his feet reached the inside of the room, Bae took off his jumper -getting his arm stuck inside and huffing as a result- and shoes, just haphazardly throwing them onto the floor. He would put them away tomorrow, but he was just done with today.

Just as he was about to finally sit down on the bed after changing into some light nightwear, his lips pulled into a line as he remembered he had to do his nightly skin care routine. How he hated being an idol at that moment. Stupid needing to look good. Stupid jumper. Stupid cream that almost got into his eye. Agh!

With a final huff, he put the lid back on the tube, the last step of his routine finally done. After carding his hand through his hair in frustration, he sighed and dragged his tired body to the bed.

Even though he missed his own bed, this one looked just as inviting at that moment, if not even more.

The moment his head hit the pillow, it was empty, finally free from the endlessly circling questions inside. He was at peace, his exhausted body winding down and relaxing. It didn't take long for his consciousness to start slipping, going towards the land of dreams.

Until he heard a thud from above.

Well, whoever was above may have fallen down, who knew. So he let it go and went back to his journey to dreamland.

Until he heard another thud. Louder than the previous, followed by more questionable sounds.

'Maybe... maybe the person fell over again?' - Bae thought, his eyes having popped open and his brows furrowed in confusion.

He laid there, his ears honed onto any sound that came from above, even though a part of him didn't want to know what was happening there. But he didn't listen to that part, no, he was waiting in silence.

And then it happened. The thing he feared the most.

He heard a moan.

No matter how much he wanted to live his life in denial, he couldn't ignore the loud sounds coming from above. He tried shutting his eyes again, to try and sleep, even with a pillow tightly clutched to his ears, but nothing worked! So he just sat up, deep disgust and annoyance etched into his frail features, not knowing what to do. He might have brought his noise-cancelling headphones with him, but he wasn't sure where it was and he was too tired to search for it at that moment.

Bae didn't know how long he sat there for before light poured into his room, his door being opened by someone.

"Oh yea, Bae hyung can hear it too alright." - Felix commented, both amusement and pity on his face. "Oh my god, Hyung, your face!" - that was all the little squirrel could get out, before he doubled over in laughter, followed by Jeongin and Felix.

Bae simply stared at them, the lines on his face merely becoming more prominent. The three just laughed for a few minutes, Felix being the one who recovered the fastest and going to Bae's side. The other two soon followed, piling on top of Bae's bed and leaning on the male.

They were all quiet, which, in itself was a miracle, because if Bae knew anything about his band members, he knew they weren't quiet. Ever.

With a quick glance at them all, he could tell they felt just as awkward as him. Based on what Lix had said, all of them'd heard the sounds of the tango from above, preventing them from sleeping. That was why they seeked the other out, but it was still... awkward, to be in the other's presence, in the current situation.

Nobody said much, besides a few sentences of basic small talk.

So they sat there, in their own silence, grimacing -it would have been hilarious, had it not been for the squeaking and moaning-, until a particularly loud sound could be heard and something in Bae snapped. He took in a big breath and quietly cleared his throat.

"How about we go and take a walk around the hotel? We can check their buffet, like you wanted in the morning, Lixie." - at his gentle, deep voice, everyone startled a bit, used to the silence.

But soon their expressions brightened, an excited sunshine incarnate dragging Jisung -who was the closest to him- along out the door with frightening speed.

"Dal hyung, your favouritism is showing." - Jeongin cheekily commented, running away before Bae could even process what just happened. "Yah, Innie, you lying little menace, stop running so fast!"

39 notes · View notes

crow-raven-crow · 6 months

Note

Hey there crowvyn 👋

I'm just wondering if you saw my request (Dom Donna x sub reader ). This is no rush. I understand everything completely.Its just you know,it's been very long,so I just want to know.

-wish you a lovely day 🌹

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 - tldr and message for you at the bottom of this post xx

im going to use this as my next little update post since i finished all of the requests in my last update ehhe

I currently have three requests in the works right now - one of which is yours ! I actually made the decision last night that I would be pushing yours up to be the next fic out

i'm doing this because i need to rekindle my passion for the lovely Larissa Weems. I still think about her, but after writing SO many fics about her over and over, it made me feel a bit mechanic and i hate feeling like that - i'm going to pick her requests back up after this Donna fic, so don't worry weems anons

these are the ones in my notes, but i'm focusing on the top three (which are on my masterlist)

★ In terms of requests, I have (in order from top to bottom):

𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥.. - Donna Beneviento x Reader, dom!Donna, heavy teasing from reader, prob punishment sex, plot is established

𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Larissa Weems x Reader, virgin reader, first times, soft, plot is established

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 - Larissa Weems x Reader, hand kink!! <3, reader loves Larissa's perfume, plot is established

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮.. - Brienne of Tarth x Reader !!!, fluff ehehe, small angst because im crazy, soft smut, Brienne comes back after being away for a while - this one.. ok im not far in Game of Thrones so accuracy is kinda meth but like im excited hehe - plot is established

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 - Larissa Weems x Reader, Larissa finding out reader has nipple piercings, reader has an innocence about them so it comes as a surprise, plot undecided

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 - Larissa Weems x Reader, soft, cute, fluff yayay, reader stops taking antidepressants for a bit but goes back on them, really bad serotonin syndrome, concerned Larissa - i did some research on this already, but if anyone has any tips/points they can send me about this so i can know more about it then it would be very much appreciated, especially if it's from the anon that requested it ! - plot undecided

What's above is in the request. I work in sections, and the titles of what I'm working on will be added to my masterlist and placed with/under their character section as I get to them. Again, titles are subject to change, but it's unlikely for this section.

★ In terms of series (in the works, not coming out for A WHILE):

i figured I'd update about these since they were in my last update. UHHHH;;; no clue when they're coming out LMAO. I'm working on them every now and then, but they'll likely be worked on when i have a longer break from school (which kills me high key). Oh.. there's also a new series idea I have written down.. it's actually really goof but I want to watch the show before I really establish anything

This is just what I can do with my time and focus (which is important)

★𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬:

That idea that I mentioned being Brienne, Larissa, or Lucifer in my last update ACTUALLY ended up being the Alcina Dimitrescu one I posted yesterday LMAOO. I loved that idea smmmmm like gods it was so fun to write. Still around the 6-ish personal ideas. But (again) I do prioritize my requests.

★ 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

i work in sections, my masterlist will be updated with the current title under/with the character that I'm working on

look at my requirements before submitting requests. i've since updated a few things and will continue to do so

my posting schedule is non-existent due to school and work

please remember that I'm in college taking a 5 class course load AND i work, so things can get backed up and i heavily apologize about that. However, this is a hobby for me and I do it on my free time. Sometimes I'll post a lot and other times I'll be taken off the face of the earth.

I'm entering final exam season.. This means I'm not sure if requests will pick up for me or slow down;; it really depends on the schedule and how I feel about the class in question. I'll post another update when the time comes

There are other requests in my inbox that were not listed above.. That doesn't mean I'm not going to do them, it just means they're not in the current section of focus. I'm getting there, I swear

if you wish to interact with me more, i’m very active on twitter

TLDR: Those are the requests I'm working on currently - first three are my main focus. Series are completely on pause until I can find the time/focus to really work on them. Check my masterlist every so often - it's updated with that I'm currently working on, the character it contains, and what kind of fic it is. I'm slow, but I'm getting there.. I promise

🤍For the lovely anon:

I'm sorry it's taken me so long;; School, work, and travel definately caught up to me, but I'm glad you understand. It will be out soon, and I'm actually really excited to write this one! I missed the RE8 brainrot. I hope it was okay that I updated so heavily haha

Any questions like these/any posts containing updated will all be under the same tag (second tag down below)

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

#crowravencrow #crowvyn updates #crowvyn answered #masterlist #updates #oneshot #one shot #hopefully this gets to the ones that follow me #sorry ive been slow;;#time has really caught up to me on this one;;#im lucky enough to have a good chunk of you that understant #so it makes me feel a bit better

22 notes · View notes