#julia!reader

[strawberrynightmere]

Can I request a Yandere Andrew x pregnant medical student Julia!reader?, set after their breakup. She’s relieved she left him months ago after discovering the Graves siblings' crimes. Now, five months pregnant, she decides to keep it secret from him and move to another countryBut Andrew tracks her down… and pregnancy sex (yeah it happens unless it's risky).

Yeah, anon also sent that there would be no Ahley (can be mentioned) and itsuppose to be non-con/dub-con with reader liking it at the end (like mindbreak or something).

Found You [Yandere Andrew Graves x Pregnant Julia! Reader]

TW⚠️: dark content, yandere tendencies, pregnancy, kidnaping, Ashley is not here (she is mentioned), non-con/dub-con smut/nsft/+18, reader takes place of Julia, female reader, assumptions of cheating, threat of abortion (idk call it what ever you want), my writingn, I don't know what else to put here.

A/n: I had to change some things up. Again, I am open to criticism.

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"I-it's over! I'm done with you!" You slam the phone back on the wall and take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

It was supposed to be a normal phone call where you were gonna tell him about the pregnancy, but something just snapped at the moment. The thought of having to deal with Ashley even more scared you tremendously, and it wasn't helping that Andrew didn't want to listen, saying: "we'll talk it over once I'm out."

You bury your face in a pillow and let out a scream. A college student who's almost four months into her pregnancy, it sure is a story. Once you are done screaming into a pillow, you lay on your bed a stear at the ceiling.

You'll figure something out...

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And you did.

Wow, and we're not gonna touch on that at all.

Right now, you're getting an ultrasound, and the doctor was showing you the screen. "This is the body, and here is the head." You nodded along as they explained more, like how the baby is developing, about your health, etc. etc.

Anyways, all went well. You made an appointment for next month, and now you're returning home. When you feel an intense stear at your back, you turn to see nobody was there.

It's kind of weird that the streets are empty at this time of day. Maybe you should hurry a bit.

You began to walk faster, picking up the pace whenever you thought you heard a footstep that wasn't yours. Eventually, you were about to try running, but whoever was following you had already predacted it and grabbed and dragged you in an empty alleyway, restraining you and covering your mouth and nose with some pice of fabric.

You were feeling dizzy after a bit of struggling.

Shit!

It's chloroform.

You struggle even harder, trying to get free, even going as far as screaming through the fabric.

"That's enough."

That voice, it belongs to Andrew. How is that possible? He's supposed to be dead.

You slip into unconsciousness, and the last thing you see is his green eyes.

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You hazely come to half consciousness. Your vision was foggy as you tried to rub the tiredness from them. But you can't move them.

You gain full consciousness in shock and notice that your hands are tied up to the headboard of a bed.

Oh fuck! Andrew!

"You're awake."

And there he was, standing above you holding a cleaver.

"A-Andrew-"

"I told you we'd talk when I get out." He said in a grim tone. Andrew sits himself under your numb legs. He lifts your shirt above your chest.

"But you moved on pretty quickly." He points the blade of the cleaver under your belly. "Who is it?"

In panic, you blurted it out.

"Yours! The baby is yours!"

He stares at you in shock.

"Heh..." He removed the cleaver and started laughing. He placed his head on your belly, listening to the baby's heartbeat, his hand gently caressing your side.

"And you still left." Andrew takes his sweet time while you feel slight dread of the words he spoke. "It doesn't matter. You won't be doing that anymore."

Andrew pushes your bra up, exposing your sensitive breasts.

"Wait, Andrew!"

"I'll be gentle." He said softly before gently bitting and licking your breasts, earning small whimpers from you.

His hand undid your pants and slid into your underwear. You feel his fingers press and circle your clit a bit before sliding into your entrance, thrusting in and out while his thumb was playing with your clit.

A moan finally escaped your lips as you came over his fingers.

Andrew then pulls your plants down, along with your underwear. He undid his pants, pulled out his throbing cock and lined himself up at your entrance. He slowly pushes in, and you gasped.

Once he was fully in, he waited a moment or two before slowly thrusting in and out.

You feel a knot in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter the more Andrew moved. You finally came, moaning his name.

Andrew pulls out and carefully gets off the bed.

You slowly slip back into unconsciousness as you feel his lips kiss your forehead.

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A/n: Honestly, that was a bit better than the last one. Sorry it took so long. Anyway, I'm gonna go look for dividers.

[lives-in-midgard]

I love them so much!

[jiarkives]

can you watch my boyfriend for me?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — you do the trend where you ask your followers to watch your boyfriend.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ character — bucky barnes (marvel)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — fluff

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — pretend they’re still in the tower,,, no endgame au; they’re all happy and alive 🤭 this piece is shorter i just wanted to write

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Whenever you scroll on TikTok, you would come across videos where the user would ask their followers and viewers to watch their boyfriend for them. You find every video adorable and wholesome, so you decided to try it on your 107-year-old boyfriend, who is currently eating his breakfast alone. Perfect.

You approach your unsuspecting boyfriend with the video already rolling, then you place the phone in front of him. “Can you watch my boyfriend for me while I do my business? Thanks, you guys.” Then you’re gone before he could even get a word in.

He looks back to where you walked off before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose as he looks over to the camera with his awkward but lovable smile.

“Guess you’re all stuck with me... whoever you are.” His brows then furrow. “Wait, are you even there? I don’t know. I’ve been getting the hang of these newer technology, but... they’re tricky, you know?”

He shrugs, eating a spoonful of cereal, his eyes lighting up slightly as he turns his bowl towards the camera. “Oreos as cereals.” He snorts.

“I wonder what’s taking her so long,” he mumbles with a worried frown. “What if it’s the time of her month? She’ll tell me, right?”

But you don’t come and somewhere during the video, Steve appears with Sam as they come back from their run. The video becomes more chaotic and noisier with Steve and Sam, but they quickly leave after a few minutes and he’s alone again. And you still hasn’t come back.

As the video hit its ten minute mark, you come back with a grin, taking your phone and speaking, “Thanks, guys!”

Once the video is turned off, Bucky turns to you with his brows drawn together in concern. “Is it your time of the month?”

Bonus — comments:

User 1: he was nice didn’t try to bite 10/10 i will watch again

User 2: he brought friends over when you left is that okay???

User 3: dude!!! i babysat the avengers!!! wait til my friends hear about this

[juliaspizzeria]

୨୧ ; "GYM PIC?" part four

SUMMARY ; the jjk boys ask YOU for a gym pic?? woah. the tables have turneddd!!

WARNINGS ; these boys are down bad. language. suggestiveness. reader is referred to as “wife” and “her”.

INCLUDES ; satoru gojo. toji fushiguro. kento nanami. suguru geto. choso kamo.

part one. part two. part three. part four.

JULIA SPEAKS ! ; welcome suguru 😈 changed my layout a bit !!! sorry this took years to get out, mental health has sucked actual butt lately😭

a/n. kento nanami husband of the millennium

divider creds ⟶ @/cafekitsune

[jennxxe]

You didn’t see shit.

pairing — erik campbell x fem! reader

summary — you’re julia’s best friend

warnings — cursing, making out, getting caught by ✨bobby✨, erik bribes him to stfu tho

a/n — i have one more idea for an erik ff after this one and then i will do billy and carter from fd1 <33 yall are free to message me requests for characters tho, js put a summary of what you want the fanfic to look like. all final destination characters are welcome!!

You were halfway through laughing at something Julia said when Erik sauntered into the room like he wasn’t the human equivalent of a traffic violation. That cocky smirk already plastered across his stupidly punchable (and unfortunately hot) face.

“Damn,” he muttered, eyes dragging from your thighs to your lips like he was trying to memorize your measurements by sheer force of will. “Didn’t know Julia had hot friends. You always look like that?”

Julia groaned instantly. “Erik, no.”

He leaned on the kitchen counter like he owned the place, tossing an apple from hand to hand like he was being casual, but everyone knew better. His voice dropped into that low but casual tone he used when he was being deliberately inappropriate. “I’m just saying. If I knew this one was around, I would’ve stayed home more often.”

Julia’s face scrunched like she’d eaten a lemon. “She’s not interested.”

“You sure?” He glanced at you, grin slow and lazy. “Doesn’t look like she’s complaining.”

You fought the smile tugging at your lips. Erik caught it, winking at you. Julia stood between you two now, arms crossed. “Literally go die.”

Erik snorted. “Can’t. I’m the cool sibling. I’ve got plot armor.”

Julia threw a spoon at him. He caught it midair, didn’t blink. Still smirking. That smirk that said: I definitely mean it.

Later that day, Julia had gone upstairs to grab something later that day, promising she’d “be back in two seconds,” which was apparently all the time Erik needed to find his way back in your personal space.

He leaned forward, palms flat on the counter on either side of you, his breath hitting the curve of your neck like something deliberate.

“I’m gonna say something,” he said lowly, his voice rough like it’d just rolled out of bed, “and you’re gonna tell me to fuck off.”

You turned slowly, finding him closer than you expected, close enough to see all the tiny healed scars from the piercings he changed his mind about and took out.

“Didn’t Julia already tell you to leave me alone?” you asked, but your voice betrayed you, just a little more curious than cold.

“She did,” he said. “But I’ve got this thing where I don’t listen to her.”

“Oh, shocking.”

“Look, you’re her best friend. You’re sweet. Smart. Probably way too good for the kind of thoughts I’ve been having since you walked in.”

Your breath caught, barely but enough for him to notice. His grin curved, slow and shameless.

“See?” he said softly. “You felt that too.”

You shook your head, stepping back until your hip hit the counter. He followed, didn’t touch just looked. Held your eyes like he was trying to find the flicker of permission. Like he was testing the line to see if you’d let him cross it.

“And what if I told her?” you asked.

He laughed, one of those careless ones that made your stomach flip in a good way. “You won’t,” he said, certain. “Not unless you want her to know how long you let me stand here.”

You exhaled, smiling a bit. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still not walking away.”

He leaned in, slow enough to give you time to stop him—which you didn’t—and brushed his lips against your jaw, just a ghost of contact. Barely anything. But it burned.

“You tell me when to stop,” he murmured. “Or you don’t.” Before you could answer, footsteps pounded on the stairs.

Julia.

He pulled back in an instant, grabbing a slice of pizza off the counter like nothing had happened. Smirking to himself like he’d won something. And when Julia walked back in and rolled her eyes at him, he just said, through a mouthful of crust. “We were just talking about you.”

You decided to sleep over for whatever reason that night, too lazy to walk back home and Julia gave you her bed.

…

Jk, she would never, she made you sleep on the couch like she was punishing you for indulging her brother.

The living room was half-dark, lit only by the blue glow of the muted TV and the tiny strip of moonlight bleeding in through the blinds. You were on the couch, curled under a blanket, phone long forgotten at your side. Tank top loose, one strap slipping just slightly. Legs stretched out, bare and warm against the worn leather cushions.

You hear someone coming downstairs and, of course, it has to be Erik. No shirt, all tattoos on display. Hair tousled like he hadn’t even tried to sleep. Those damn silver piercings glinting faintly in the dark.

He stood at the edge of the couch, eyes skating down the length of your legs without shame, his jaw slack with something both lazy and playful.

"You're in my spot," he said finally, voice lower than usual, like the hour required secrecy but his intent didn’t.

You didn’t move. "You weren’t down here."

“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning to be.”

He dropped onto the other end of the couch like he owned it and stretched his legs out until his foot casually nudged yours. The contact was small, insignificant. But he didn’t take it back. He just let it linger.

You shifted under the blanket. He watched that too.

“You always stare like that?” she muttered, trying to keep her voice level.

His head tilted, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, muscles lazy, confident. “Only when I wanna see what you’ll do about it.”

There was a beat of silence. Heavy. Tense. Loaded.

Then he moved slowly, like the moment had been waiting on him, until he was closer. Close enough for his knee to bump your thigh. Close enough that she could smell him, faint cologne and the stubborn smoke that always clung to his skin. His fingers ghosted along the blanket near your hip, barely brushing fabric, but intentional.

You should’ve shifted away. Should’ve told him to back off. Should’ve said Julia’s upstairs. But your body betrayed you… okay, it didn’t, he was hot as fuck.

He leaned in, slow enough to be deliberate, lips brushing just shy of your jaw. His breath hit warm and even across your skin, his voice a whisper now.

“You gonna tell me to leave?”

Your fingers curled into the blanket, tighter.

He chuckled under his breath, low and full of mischief. His hand came up, brushing your thigh through the blanket, fingers spread like he needed to feel just how warm you were under there.

“You’re real quiet now,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “That mean I can stay?”

Your breath caught. And then you nodded. He dipped closer. His mouth brushed the line of your collarbone, lips soft, breath hot, his hand sliding just beneath the blanket now.

The couch groaned softly beneath you as you shifted, and your knee bumped his thigh, bare skin on bare skin. That was all it took for Erik to settle his hand at your waist, pulling gently, testing you.

And he kissed you. Not all at once. He started near your throat, barely-there kisses that felt like secrets, like confessions. Then up along your jaw, near the corner of your mouth, just hovering, giving you time to pull away.

You didn’t.

So he claimed your lips like he meant it.

It wasn’t gentle. It was heat and hesitation, all twisted up. Teeth. Tongue. The press of his body against yours, as if he’d been holding himself back all night and finally got permission to start losing control.

And even in the middle of that kiss, Erik smirked against your mouth. Because he knew he was winning.

He eventually pushed you back, climbing on top of you. You were soft under him, lips flushed, eyes dazed, that little noise you made when his teeth caught your lower lip nearly making him lose the last ounce of restraint he had. Erik wasn’t good at waiting. Not when he wanted something. And right now?

He wanted you under him, under that stupid blanket, moaning his name like it meant something.

Your legs shifted to either side of his hips, his hand sliding under the hem of your tank top, palm hot on your stomach as your breath hitched. You tugged him closer by the waistband of his pants, and he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he laughed through it.

“Fuck, if you keep doin’ that—”

Footsteps.

The stairs creaked.

Erik froze. You froze.

And then—

“…Hey?”

Erik looked up like he’d been shot. "No."

Bobby stood in the hallway in basketball shorts and a hoodie, hair a mess, holding a half-eaten Pop-Tart and blinking like he just walked into a war zone.

Erik was still on top of you. Your tank top was wrinkled halfway up your chest.

Bobby just blinked again.

“...Are you guys wrestling or something?”

You scrambled back, yanking the blanket up to your chin like you were about to enter witness protection. Erik nearly tripped over his own legs as he got up, adjusting his waistband like it owed him money.

Bobby squinted. “Wait. Is that Julia’s—”

“NOPE!” Erik bellowed, launching himself across the room so fast he almost tripped. “Bobby. Bobby, look at me. Right here. Look in my eyes. You didn’t see shit.”

Bobby backed up, Pop-Tart still in hand, eyes wide. “Dude, I literally just came in for water, what the hell—”

“Shut up,” Erik hissed, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. “Listen to me. I will buy you so many protein shakes, you don’t even know.”

“What were you—were you guys hooking up?!” Bobby’s voice cracked halfway into the question.

Erik slapped a hand over his mouth. “She fell. I was catching her. With my mouth. Shut up.”

Bobby made a strangled wheeze. “Jules is gonna kill you—”

“No she’s not,” Erik said quickly. “Because you’re not gonna tell her. Because you love me. Because I gave you your first beer. Because I didn’t tell Mom when you got that illegal tattoo that looks like a bruised banana.”

Bobby was still blinking, still confused, but Erik could see the cogs turning, gears clicking into place.

“Are you gonna bribe me?” Bobby asked, hopeful.

“Yes. I will bribe you so hard, you’re gonna forget you even have a sister.”

There was a long beat of silence.

Then Bobby shrugged.

“Okay. I want the good chicken nuggets. And your Netflix password.”

“Done.”

Bobby beamed. “Love you, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Erik shoved him back toward the stairs. “Don’t come back for water. Dehydrate.”

As soon as Bobby disappeared upstairs, Erik turned back to the couch, hair disheveled, still a little breathless, and fully flushed from the chaos.

You were still under the blanket, staring at him like he was insane.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, flopping down beside you again.

“You bribed your brother with chicken nuggets.”

“I bribed him with silence and loyalty, thank you very much.”

You snorted, and he smirked, his fingers already sliding under the blanket again.

“Now,” he said, voice low and smug, “where were we?”

[lyrawhite]

I cannot believe marvel understood the assignment this time. They hired an amazing crew and for once, let them cook. This pays off, suits.

# LET ARTISTS COOK

[lucydixon]

Honey

This is a one-shot to follow up the Erik x Julia's bff!Reader headcanons, which you can find here

Summary: You and Erik sneak off to his room during movie night after Bobby and Julia fall asleep. Warning: NSFW, Oral Fem!Receiving, Unprotected P in V, Dirty talk

The second the door latched shut behind you, Erik’s lips were crashing against your brutally. 

Your hands immediately found his hair, and you tugged at the strands as if you could somehow get even closer to him. 

He had you pinned against the door with his body flush against yours. You could feel his bulge digging into your hip, hard and insistent and groaned into his mouth as you felt your cunt clench around nothing. 

He’d only just started kissing you, and already, you wanted more. Wanted to tear his clothes off and let him ravage you while your best friend slept down the hall, blissfully unaware of the transgression unfolding in her older brother’s bedroom. 

You gasped when he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his torso, bracing your hands on his shoulders in case he dropped you. You were unprepared for just how good it felt when he pressed up against your clothed heat. 

If you’d been standing, your knees would’ve buckled. 

The sound that fell from your lips was damn near pornographic and sent Erik into a frenzy. He bit down on your bottom lip and then pulled it into his mouth, running his tongue over it to soothe the sting while you writhed in his arms. 

God, he loved the sounds you were making. 

He swallowed them eagerly and thought about just how inevitable this had been since the second you’d laid eyes on one another. For weeks, all he could think about whenever he was around you was throwing you up against the wall, holding you the way he was in that very moment. 

Your hips rocked into his and you both shuddered, tightening your grip on one another. 

It seemed to snap you out of the mind-numbing kissing for long enough to process what you were doing and you both pulled back, staring into eachothers eyes. 

The question was clear, although unsaid. 

Do you want this?

The hunger was reflected in your eyes, but there was something a little deeper. A little vulnerable. Raw. The want was there, but there were clearly feelings behind it, despite neither of you being willing to admit it. It was as if you both knew that there would be no going back if you followed through. That nothing would ever be the same. 

Still, there was a silent moment of acceptance before your lips collided, even more desperate than before. 

Erik carried you the short distance to his bed and sat down on the edge of it without breaking the kiss, unsure if he trusted his own legs to keep you both upright with the way you were kissing him. 

He was painfully hard and desperate to free himself from the confines of his pants. 

He tugged at the hem of your shirt and helped you pull it over your head, far more carefully than you would’ve expected from him. 

When he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra, he growled and immediately went to work at trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck, licking and nipping at the skin every so often while you made breathy sounds, rocking your hips into him rhythmically. 

Erik’s hands crept up your waist and started kneading the soft skin of your breasts. They filled his palms perfectly, as if they were made just for him. 

You found it unfair that he still had all his clothes on and clawed at his shirt until he shrugged it off. 

You hadn’t expected him to throw you onto the bed, but he did, and immediately, he was on top of you, shirtless and grinding his weeping, still-clothed cock against your aching core. 

A low whine tore its way out of your throat. 

Erik pulled back to smirk down at you. 

“So needy,” He teased, despite feeling just as desperate as you. 

“Maybe.” You panted, “But don’t act like you don’t want it just as bad.” 

“Course I do.” He scoffed, and for a moment, you both looked shocked by the immediate confession, but he recovered quickly “How could I not? You’ve been teasing me for weeks.” 

“Your little looks,” his voice deepened as he pressed his lips to the middle of your chest, still palming one of your tits as he held your gaze. “Brushing up against me in the hall like  a bitch in heat.” 

You shuddered, unsure you’d ever been so turned on. 

His mouth engulfed your nipple unexpectedly, and you arched your back instinctively, pressing yourself further into his touch. A whiny, desperate sound left your lips, and he smirked. 

“You want something?” He muttered into your skin, looking far too amused. “Use your words, honey. Tell me what you want.” 

The pet name threw you for a bit of a loop, but another flick of his tongue over your sensitive nipple and you were putty in his hands. 

“Want you to touch me.” You breathed, moaning when he nipped at your skin lightly.

“Where?” Erik smirked, pressing his lips to the flesh just under your tits, getting lower. Closer to where you wanted needed him most. 

“Everywhere.” you panted “please, Erik.” 

The sound of his name coming out of your mouth was doing things to him. Things he wasn’t willing to acknowledge in the moment, apart from the overwhelming desire to taste you. 

He all but tore your shorts off and settled in between your legs, pressing his lips to the insides of your thighs while you mewled and gasped, already losing yourself completely to his touch. 

One of his hands continued fondling your tits while the other pried your legs open. 

Erik hesitated before burying his face between your thighs and looked up at you as if to ask permission. 

You nodded and before you had time to process what was happening, his mouth was on you. Your head fell back immediately and you had to fight not to cry out in bliss. 

His tongue flattened and licked a stripe up your slit, flicking the tip over your clit. 

You jerked away and gasped, a little startled by how good it felt, but he moved his hand away from your tits to pin your hips in place. 

His tongue circled your clit, slowly at first, then faster when you started panting. 

When he worked a finger into you, you couldn’t stop the low, drawn-out moan that tore its way out of your throat. 

You weren’t even thinking about Julia and Bobby down the hall, sleeping while you sinned. 

All you could think about was how good it felt. 

Erik groaned into your pussy, drunk on the feeling of your walls gripping his finger tightly. 

“So fucking wet.” He muttered, pumping his finger into you rhythmically while continuing to tongue your clit. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me, baby.” 

Your back arched when he added a second finger and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Yeah?” He cooed in a condescending manner, lip still so close to your burning heat that you could feel them moving while he spoke “Is that good?” 

You hummed, but it came out strained. 

He curled his fingers and you jolted, hips bucking to chase his fingers. You didn’t get far, still pinned to the bed by his other arm. 

“Oh-ho!” Erik chuckled, nudging the spongy bundle of nerves that you never seemed to be able to reach yourself “You like that one, don’t you?” 

All you could do was nod desperately, whining and groaning softly. 

“You gonna cum for me already?” He taunted “I can feel it.” 

He stopped suddenly, and for a second, you thought you might start crying. 

“Erik.” You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at him in disbelief “What the fuck?” 

“What?” He smirked, looking far too amused “Is something wrong?” 

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” You huffed, groaning into the nearest pillow. 

You’d been so close. 

So close that it almost hurt and because he was still in between your legs, keeping them spread wide open, you couldn’t close them or rub them together to get any kind of relief whatsoever. 

You could still feel him breathing. 

But then, he sat up and took off his pants, flopping onto his back next to you on the mattress. 

You glanced down at his weeping cock and your eyes widened slightly at the sight of a big metal stud in his tip.

“Hot, right?” He chuckled, looking smug. “Just wait till you feel it.” 

You glanced up at his face and squinted at him. 

If you weren’t so hot and bothered, you’d probably smack him for being so cocky. But, you were hot and bothered and wanted nothing more than to be perched in his lap, sliding down onto him.

So, when he nudged you on top of him, you went gladly and immediately lined him up with your drenched hole. 

Erik shuddered and rested his hands on your hips. He didn’t rush you, or rut into you from below. He just let you slowly sink down onto him at your own pace. 

You’d been looking down at first, but he’d grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him while you stuffed yourself full with his cock. 

He could see the moment you felt the piercing dragging along your walls. Your eyes had started to roll back, so he tightened his grip on your chin just enough to hold your focus. 

It all felt so unbearably intimate. Like you were committing an act of love and not betrayal. Like the world just kind of stopped for a moment, and all that mattered was the two of you. Nothing existed outside the four walls of Erik’s bedroom. 

It became too much. 

Neither of you was willing to believe that this was anything more than a hookup, so you started to get rough with each other.

As if that would change things. 

The second you’d taken Erik to the hilt, he withdrew slightly and slammed back into you so hard from below that you bit down on his shoulder to muffle the loud cry that tore its way out of your throat. 

“What?” His tone was mocking “Can’t take it?” 

He slammed into you again and your teeth sank further into his skin. 

The feeling of his piercing against your cervix every time he bottomed out, only for it to drag over that delicious, toe curling bundle of nerves inside you, was overwhelming. 

You’d been reduced to a gasping mess beneath him. Unable to think about anything outside of how good it felt. 

Erik rolled you over so that he was on top and continued his bruising pace, nipping at your collarbones and throat. 

“Shit, you’re tight.” he grunted, gritting his teeth “But, fuck- You’re taking me so well. Like a good little slut.” 

If he wasn’t fucking you stupid, you’d resent being called a slut and would bite back, but you were already getting close to the edge once again and were too out of it to process anything other than praise. 

You couldn’t speak. 

Couldn’t think. 

All that could be heard was your gasping moans, Erik’s grunts, and the lewd sounds that filled the air. 

“Gonna cum for me?” He muttered breathily into the side of your throat, struggling to keep it together himself. “C’mon honey, cum for me, cum all over my cock.” 

His crude language was only pushing you closer and closer to the edge and before you knew it you were crashing over it, clinging to Erik like your life depended on it it while he rutted into you frantically, chasing the feeling of your walls clamping down around his cock, pulsating to milk the roped of white cum he was pumping into you from his cock. He mutter a slew of curse words into your skin and allowed himself a few more lazy thrusts before slowing to a stop. 

You were both breathing heavy, chests heaving as you came down from your respective highs. 

Erik rolled onto his side, still buried inside you and clutching you to his chest. 

Neither of you said a word. You just layed there, wrapped around one another in a tangled mess of sheets. 

When you woke up in the morning, tangled in his sheets, still stark naked, you immediately tried to shoot up into a sitting position, but Erik had you wrapped in his arms. 

“Jesus Christ, I slept in your fucking bed?” you gasped, turning to look at him, baffled. “Why’d you let me do that?” 

“I slept great, thanks for asking.” He grumbled, his face still buried in your hair. 

His not immediately shoving you away was short-circuiting your brain. He was acting like he wanted you to stay in bed with him. 

“What are you doing?” You breathed, a little stunned. 

“Sleeping.” He muttered tiredly, “Or at least I would be if you weren’t whining this early in the morning.”

“Erik.” Your tone was supposed to make it sound like a warning, but really, it was a whine. 

“Shut up.” He pulled you back under the blanket. “Go back to sleep.” 

“I’m not going back to sleep,” you huffed, squirming in his arms. “This is not going to become a ‘thing’. Last night shouldn’t have happened.” 

“Well, it did.” 

It was driving you crazy that he was being so nonchalant about the whole thing, as if the two of you hadn’t done something terrible. 

“It’s not happening again.” 

“Sure.” You could hear the lazy smirk in his voice through the layer of sleep. 

“I'm serious.” You insisted, but the way it came out of your mouth, you didn’t even believe it. 

“Whatever” Erik tightened his grip around you “For now, go back to sleep.”

You sighed in defeat and melted back into him, unable to deny how good it felt to be held. 

He chose not to tell you about the hickey under your jaw.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics MDNI Banner by @cafekitsune GIF by @alex-browning

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[sheep-from-rad]

Note: This is just an Idea. I don’t know if I’m going to make a full fic or incorporate this into future fics. 

You know what’s not always talked about? Alfred’s angst potential in the neglected!reader fics. We know Alfred left his life behind to work for Martha and Thomas Wayne and then later on becoming the adoptive father to Bruce. Along with his old life, he had to leave his daughter Julia behind (I don’t remember which timeline but i think this is flashpoint) 

I would love to see a fanfic where the reader realizes that Alfred sticks with them not because of familial love or duty, he stayed because of guilt. Reader realizes that Alfred doesn’t see them at all, he sees Julia and what it’s like if he raised Julia. 

Bonus angst if Alfred started pushing the reader towards the things he remembered Julia likes: her favourite colour, her preferences in clothes, food, the things she hates, etc. Bonus angst (2x) if Alfred once accidentally called reader as ‘Julia’

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[bruisedfig]

would love soft(ish?) dom Beau headcanons queen 🤲🏻 (if ya nasty)

okay purrr dom!beau is everything to me !!! here’s what’s popping into my head rn !!!! 18+ ofc <3

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𓇬︎︎ dom!beau is all about “yes, sir” & “no, sir” in the bedroom. it’s a respect thing, and it’s how he was raised. it makes him feel big and important, and it gets his dick hard.

𓇬︎︎ aftercare is sooo important to him. it starts off with a lot of verbal check-ins as soon as he pulls out, “you alright, darlin’?” “c’mon, look at me, honey. give me a smile, yeah?” “there you are. you alright?” “that’s my girl.”

𓇬︎︎ then it’s a forehead kiss, a quick wipe between your legs with a lukewarm wet towel, and lots of cuddling.

𓇬︎︎ but then after half an hour or so, it’s “alright, baby. you gotta get up and pee.” beau is hyper-vigilant about making sure you flush out any lingering nasties between your legs—he wants his girl healthy and infection-free. and if you refuse because you’re too comfortable or too tired, it’s “no. up, now. i’m not playing, little lady. you gotta go pee.”

𓇬︎︎ during sex though, he looooves giving you commands. “louder, darlin’. let me hear ya” and lots of “nuh uh uh, keep your eyes on me.” obedience is suuuuch a turn-on for him.

𓇬︎︎ dom!beau is big on praising and teasing. “there’s my pretty angel. all spread out and glistening f’me already, huh? haven’t even touched you yet.” he’ll say anything to make you squirm and blush. it’s his favourite thing.

𓇬︎︎ he’s just not into degradation. sorry not sorry.

𓇬︎︎ last thing i can think of is guided masturbation. he likes watching you touch yourself on the bed while he sits across the room, armed with a grin on his face. “yeah, just like that, sweetheart. don’t be embarrassed. tell me how good it feels. bet you wish those were my fingers, huh?” again, he’s big on instructions, so it’s “slowly, darlin’. and look at me. spread that pretty pussy f’me, yeah? let me see her.”

[eddiemunsonsbabygirl]

This is too good to not be shared

Me af

[strawberrynightmere]

I'm the anon,yes we would love headcanons about them, I need to see Julia!reader headcanons about her low-key losing her morality.

Will do!

Found You [Headcanons]

TW⚠️: the general tcoaal and yandere stuff, from conception to birth, mixing canon and canon divergence.

A/n: You can tell this is my first time making them.

Part 1 Part 2

As much as you protested against having sex before marriage, you ended up giving in to Andrew pressuring.

You found out you were expecting around three-ish (a bit longer) months later. And before you ask, "How is that possible?!" You can still bleed when you're pregnant. That's one possibility.

Now, Andrew has been stuck in quarantine, and the only way of contact is through phone calls.

You were very scared, especially considering what his reaction would be.

You chickened out and broke up with him over the phone right then and there.

Meanwhile, Andrew tried calling you, which ended up waking Ashley, who ended up laughing at his face when she found out you broke up with him.

Needless to say, Andrew did not take the break up well.

During your pregnancy, you have very little contact with your parents, inturprate that how you want.

The next two months are pretty much a rodeo for you.

Get stalked and kidnapped by Andrew and then make up.

Andrew is against you continuing classes or working.

He has considered tying you up, and you did not take that well. Someone was gonna look for you.

Still didn't stop him from putting you in "mandatory bedrest" when you were done with classes and work.

He has his arms around you as much as possible. You even believe he might be talking to the baby when you're asleep.

Because of your pregnancy cravings, the only food you can consume and not throw up is Ashley's cooking. (BTW, she was also there when you and Andrew "made up", she was watching TV).

Don't worry, Ashley has been at her best behavior around you.

There's only so much Andrew can do until you end up getting involved with what they're doing.

And it all starts with the dream. That's right, you somehow ended up in a dream for a vision.

You were just standing there with a grime soul circling around you.

Then, you two came across a pot with a pot with a severed head inside,which you recognized as one of those two girls that were gossiping about you and have recently gone missing.

You suspected that this had something to do with Andrew and Ashley, and let's be honest, you believed your morality left you when you got back with Andrew because you made no reaction when you saw the head, you just closed the pot and kept walking with the grime soul.

Even when you woke up, you weren't bothered about the dream.

Unexpected things just tend to happen, like giving birth at work and a bit earlier than the due date .

Andrew had to come in because you weren't coming out from work, and that's how he found out.

It is a good thing that a coworker recognized him as your boyfriend. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let him in to see you, which might have ended up with them charging Ashley charm and then ending up I her met stew.

The baby is up for your interpretation.

Andrew was afraid to hold them at first due to his dislike for kids and was afraid he was going to like them.

But when he sees you cooing at the little thing in your arms, something just moves there where his heart should be.

And when he dose end up holding them, he feels strange. He feels something that tears him up as the baby takes hold of his finger.

A/n: and I'll just put a pin in here and continue with my life. Wanted to add chaotic aunt Ashley, but I didn't think anyone would like it.

[lives-in-midgard]

A new behind the scenes picture of the Thunderbolts* cast & crew on set.

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (vii)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

criminal minds

♡ can we have one? - spencer reid, wife!reader ft. platonic!aaron hotchner, platonic!jack hotchner

↳ @qlossytbh

♡♤ cryptic - spencer reid

↳ @pathologicalreid

♤♡ it’s not your fault - spencer reid

↳ @dreamsontheirway

♡ in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life - spencer reid

↳ @cerisereids

♡♤ 24 hours - spencer reid

↳ @radiant-reid

♡ blurb - derek morgan

♡ blurb - aaron hotchner, pregnant!reader

↳ @luveline

♡ sweet and right and merciful - spencer reid

↳ @januaryembrs

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a court of thorns and roses

☆ just a little bit of your heart - azriel, pregnant!reader

↳ @fieldofdaisiies

☆ not again - azriel (throne of glass crossover!)

↳ @fanwarriorfictions

♡ take it off - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

↳ @florencemtrash

♡♤ shadows entwined - azriel

♡♤ shadows of secrets - azriel, archeron!reader

♤♡ secrets with the shadowsinger - azriel, tamlin’s sister!reader

↳ @small-z24

♡♤ take it slow - azriel, cassian, rhysand (poly!)

♡ late night drive - modern!cassian

↳ @danikamariewrites

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♡ head in the clouds - rhysand

↳ @serpentandlily

♤♡ the time traveller’s husband - rhysand

↳ @utterlyotterlyx

♤ we lay here - cassian

↳ @invisible-lint

♡♤ (what if?) all i need is you - azriel

↳ @empiresofstorm

♡ azriel’s girls - azriel

↳ @daycourtofficial

♡♤ long story short - single dad!cassian, best friend!reader

↳ @flickering-chandelier

♤♡ here without you - azriel

↳ @readychilledwine

♡ body count - azriel

↳ @illyrianbitch

♡ scratches - azriel

↳ @padyprongs

♡ i’ve been waiting for you — azriel, seer!reader

♡ i’ve been waiting for you (bonus) — azriel, seer!reader

↳ @prythianpages

~

marauders

♡♤ thank you, mclaggen - james potter

♡ whimsical!reader - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

♡ peace & quiet [& sirius] - regulus black, mute!reader

↳ @ellecdc

♡ blurb - remus lupin

↳ @ahqkas

~

marvel

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♤ 1 missed call - tasm!peter parker

↳ @liz-allyn

♤♡ the last time - tasm!peter parker

↳ @wokeupinmars

♤♡ he hates me, doesn’t he? - bucky barnes

↳ @winterarmyy

♡♤ laryngitis - bucky barnes

↳ @skaye44

♡ drunk!reader - bucky barnes

↳ @infictionalwonderland

♤♡ you were my sunshine - bucky barnes

↳ @literaryavenger

~

dc

♤ through the fire - jason todd ft. batmom!reader

↳ @hannibals-favourite-meal

~

jujutsu kaisen

♡♤ college boy!sukuna accidentally knocking you up - modern!sukuna, pregnant!reader

↳ @yuujispinkhair

♕ divider — @bunnysrph

[juliaspizzeria]

might I suggest, sending them gym/nail pics 🙏🏽

୨୧ ; "GYM PIC?" part three

SUMMARY ; the jjk boys ask YOU for a gym pic?? woah. the tables have turneddd!!

WARNINGS ; language, reader is referred to as wife, girlfriend. toge being foul

INCLUDES ; yuuji itadori. megumi fushiguro. toge inumaki. takuma ino. yuta okkotsu.

part one. part two. part three. part four.

JULIA SPEAKS ! ; OHHH?? i love this idea omgomgomgomg. i did gym pics because right away i had an idea for it!!!

୨୧ ; yuuji itadori

୨୧ ; megumi fushiguro

୨୧ ; toge inumaki

୨୧ ; takuma ino

୨୧ ; yuta okkotsu

a/n. these are ssooooooooooo rushed omg.

divider creds ⟶ @/cafekitsune

[astrophiliaxx]

MY TYPE🤭

[marvelsgirl616]

only whore-ish thoughts in my mind atm 🧎‍♀️