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I’m absolutely IN. LOVE. with ur Joel/baby Sarah/wife!Reader masterlist and all their wacky adventures 😍🤪! When u have the time and if u feel drawn to the suggestion, I hope to see reader and Joel have a cute hubby & wifey moment (either before or after Sarah, ur pick) and not just Joel having high blood pressure all the time 🤣. Have an awesome weekend!!! 😘

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: My Wife, My Love, My Life

notes: thank you for the request! Decided to make this one after Sarah is born but the focus towards the end is Joel and Reader.

Warnings: Oral m!receiving, blowjob, facial, very brief unprotective penetration

18+ ONLY

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You didn’t ever think this day would come. Not now, not so soon at least, but certainly you had hoped it would never come.

Yet as you packed your suitcase, your eyes welled with tears. Your bedroom, the one you’d shared with your husband for years for every single night you two were together, was about to be foreign. No longer sharing his warm embrace, his caresses and morning kisses.

You were leaving him behind.

Memoriese placate your mind, routines and dents of the bed were about to be disrupted for the first time, and your heart ached at the idea.

Worst yet, you were leaving your own daughter, your sweet little angel who was not even one year old. She’s too young, should you even be separated from her at this age? How badly would this scar her? How much would she remember her own mother, who showed nothing but love and care and smiles for her entire existence, how much would that penetrate her memory of you as you abandon your family—

“Are you crying’ again?” Joel asks from the doorway. “It’s only a week!”

You sniffle and toss your blazer into your bag, avoiding him. “I don’t wanna go.”

You’re just traveling for a brief work trip just for the week then you’ll be back this time next Sunday, but STILL. All of those things hold true(ish), and it still hurts to have to say goodbye—

“Would you relax, honey. Christ.”

Even if your husband doesn’t care, you know Sarah will feel the pain of her own Momma leaving her behind with no reason she can possibly come to understand—

“You are so clingy and needy—“

JOEL WOULDYOUSHUTTHEFUCKUP I'MHAVINGAMOMENT, DAMNIT.

You sigh heavily and zip up the bag before lugging it to the ground. He raises his eyebrow as you storm by, his arms folded with a bemused smirk.

“Oh it’s funny to you? Guess you do want me gone—“

“It’s a week,” he reminds you firmly, his hands rubbing along bothy your arms. “It’s gonna be like a vacation for you!”

His words of encouragement suck ass because your ideal vacation is with your family. No, this was more like hell.

And Joel seemed to be loving every minute of it.

“Don’t forget ya moisturizer, oh and I packed ya some snacks for the plane. Plus some pepper spray, which you gotta put in your checked bag cuz they ain’t gonna let ya through security. Your passport is in your purse already…”

He was practically ushering you straight out the door. Running around the house like road runner, athering everything ahead of time, getting your little carry on and security tag and even breakfast quickly made for you to ‘make you not worry about a thing’.

No. The fucker was getting rid of you for sure, and glad of it—

“Stop sitting there with that face,” he says.

You sit down and shove your eggs in your mouth. “What face?” You snap.

“The ‘he’s intentionally trying to get rid of you’ one you got on right now. Just want ya to be prepared is all.”

You quickly wipe your expression but scowl at him when he has his back turned.

After breakfast, you kissed your baby goodbye. She was still sleeping soundly in her crib. Joel supervised you from the hall to make sure you didn’t try to sneak her into your purse so you could take her with you.

“Ok you have enough milk in the freezer and some already thawed in the fridge when she wakes up. You have teething rings, you know how to heat her bottle, you have her burp blanket—“ you list each one on your fingers as he backing you up to the car.

“Yes,yes,yes,yes! Honey, I got it all—“

“I bought groceries already for the week —“

“And if ya missed anything, I can go grab it myself. I can cook, you know that. Got ya in bed with my food before so—“

“Joel I’m serious.” You stop him. but as you think it over, you know he’s right. He’s like a pro at taking care of you and Sarah. You’re just trying to avoid the feeling that she’s gonna miss you gone.

Maybe she won’t even notice you're gone…

Joel catches your eyes faltering, lips trembling as water shines in your eyes.

“Nonono! It’s gonna be okay.” He hugs you, his soft hands securely stroking your back until he can feel you breathe slowly again.

“I know I know. I’m just. I’m gonna miss you both.”

“The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back,” he hums reassuringly.

You pull away and frown. “Definitely looking forward to getting rid of me—“ you seethe under your breath.

“OH GET IN THE DAMN CAR.”

Joel just got the text from you that you on time and safely boarded onto the flight. He knows you’ll be out of contact with cell service for the majority of the week since you were going to be out of the states, so he’s glad you were able to message him this last time.

And while no he was NOT glad you were leaving, he wasn’t complaining either. You needed some alone time. You were preggo monster for 9 months and now non stop mom ever since. He could tell from the bags under your eyes and short temper that you needed a little vacation. It didn’t matter if you realized it or not. This conference was a blessing in disguise. There would only be a few hours a day of work stuff, then you could go to the pool, the gym, get a massage, anything you wanted was included.

And he’d get some fantastic quiet time without your nagging just for a little. A mini vacation for him too for the first time in…well, ever.

A win-win for you both.

Sarah was just rousing from her sleep, stretching her arms wide with a big yawn and wiggly toes. He sends a quick pic of her with her hazy eyes before scooping her up.

“Ready for some food, girlie?” He nuzzles his face into her chest, and she giggles happily.

It takes probably 5 minutes of Sarah sucking down her bottle in her high chair on her own before she’s looking around the strangely vacant house.

“Mum-ma?” She asks curiously, just as Joel returns to dump some cereal on her tray.

“Mommy’s left to go go on a trip. Just you and me this week, kid.” He rubs her head affectionately.

Joel really didn’t expect Sarah to fully grasp anything he says, but evidently she did understand “mommy” and “left” and that was it.

Her face scrunches up and she immediately launches into the loudest cries known to man.

Joel was prepared for this. “Okay, okay Sarah, I know, you miss Momma,” he grabs a host of items: her pacifer, her bunny stuffed animal, her favorite chocolate that you told Joel she couldn’t have but he whips out for energencies like this. Even with his smiling face level with her pained one, wiggling each item excitedly, nothing seemed to be doing the trick. If anything, she wailed longer and harsher, kicking the table and slamming her bottle down until it rattled to the floor.

He eventually picks her up and tries rocking and bouncing, but she just shakes her head furiously. Her face is all red, fat tears dampening her little cotton onesie, with one hand scrunching his shirt and pushing him off. “You get this drama queen shit from your mom,” he tuts.

He sets her down on the floor, and Sarah immediately starts crawling towards the garage door, pointing to Joel to open it.

“She ain’t there, baby. She’ll be back—“

She screams harder, aggressively patting the door and looking back at him like she’s pleading.

He scoops her up again and takes her to the living room. He’s running out of ideas to get her to settle. Checked her diaper just in case, rejected any food, all toys were no hope. He was gonna lose his hearing at this rate.

Joel thought it would take at least the rest of the day before she would notice but this shit might be harder than he thought. If she kept huffing and puffing to keep taking a scream, or shed any more waterfall of tears, he’d have to take her to the hospital for dehydration and shortness of breath.

Sarah crawls over to the couch and yanks on the dangling blanket, pulling down pillows all over top her. He chuckles as she disappears into the mound, but can see her little form navigating from the top. Finally, the sandworm baby stops moving, and he notices her crying desist.

“Oh shit. I already killed her.”

He gently pulls pillows away until he finds Sarah with her face down, diaper bum up and her nose buried in your favorite blanket. She was smelling your scent, and that seemed to calm her almost immediately. Joel sits down and pulls the blanket free, and Sarah panics, reaching out for it desperately. He hands it back to her, and she grips it tightly, pushing her face into the soft coziness. It was still slightly warm with your body heat. Since you use it every time you’re in the living room, it smelled exactly like you.

Sarah takes a deep breath, clearing her cries. She crawls into Joel’s lap and tugs as much of it as she can along with her, sitting down between his thighs and cuddling the blanket around her.

Joel grabs the other end and smells it, and your scent floods his brain with endorphins. “I miss her too, bubba.” He leans and plants a kiss on her head, giving her the pinky back into her now accepting mouth.

She continued to play with her toys on the floor, blanket right next to her everywhere she went. Sometimes, she would just pause and nuzzle her face into it, sighing deeply and then continuing. Even Spoon was feeling the effects. Curled up by the door, whining occasionally, but otherwise just guarding the entrance, waiting for your return. Joel even pitied the big girl and allowed her on the bed so she could curl up into your spot.

Sarah was on her best behavior as much as she could be. She only cried when she was hungry or needed changing. She understood there’s no humor in bullying Joel unless you were here to punish him.

Things were going great so far for him.

And Joel felt pretty relaxed too. He could catch up on some programs, get some work done, go to bed when he needed it. It was peaceful.

But it wasn’t until a few nights in that he noticed life wasn’t as dandy. And it wasn’t Sarah that was making it evident.

It was him.

As you board your flight back home, nothing brings you more peace of mind than imagining walking back into your house.

Joel was right, this was somewhat of a mini vacation. And while it was nice, the bed wasn’t right. Didn’t matter how much money they spent on the king sized memory foam body conforming mattress with silk sheets and pressure release pillows. It just wasn’t the same as the 10 year old spring queen sized mattress that you and Joel had been cramming your asses on since you moved in together and the flat-no shape pillow that you had since you were in college. No amount of Michelin star chef prepared meals could match Joel’s empanadas and rice.

There wasn’t even anything to compare to being curled up with Joel and Sarah on the couch, watching tv until you both fell asleep in his strong, secure arms.

So in the end, you were right (as always). And damned be Joel, but you wouldn’t be listening to him ever again. If you have to go on a trip again, you’ll just bring them along or quit your job. Easy peasy.

Part of you wonders if he was still having a superb time away from you. Doing all kinds of work around the house without you nagging or asking for dinner, or having him fetch a billion snacks for you because you’re too lazy to get up, or rub your feet or your back or your calves or your clit, or getting a blanket or turning on the fan…damn you were annoying as well. And he does it all. He’s probably gonna see you walk in and sigh disappointingly, joking that he wished it lasted longer. You wonder if he and Sarah now morphed into best of pals, and she no longer considered you her #1.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna start crying on the damn plane.

By the time you landed, you couldn’t get in touch with Joel. you had received a text selfie image of him and Sarah smiling with the caption “Can’t wait to see you!”. You smile to yourself. God, you’ll risk getting a ticket just to speed home right now.

1.5 hours after you drive home, you open the familiar door. The aroma of home surrounds you, and you couldn’t be happier.

As does a squealing baby being carried by your big ass husband, who both immediately attack you out of thin hair with warm hugs. Spoon wags excitedly beneath you.

You nuzzle yourself into Joel’s neck just as Sarah nuzzles herself into your chest. The four of you stand there for moment, eyes closed and silently grateful.

And wafting.

Joel and Sarah’s noses and Spoon's especially were twitching and sucking in air against your skin and clothes, more so than hugging you.

“Oh are we…we are smelling me…” you say matter-of-factly but a little confused. Shit do I smell that bad??

He’s about to say something when you snatch Sarah and begin talking to her. She comfortably hands on your hip as you two chat (well, more like you chat and she babbles excitedly but you return the audience). It was late, and as you rocked her to sleep in your arms, you set her down in her crib, rubbing her belly softly as she soothed to sleep.

You close the door behind you when another hand gently clasps yours.

Joel doesn’t say anything, which surprises you. He’s more stoic than usual. He takes you down the hall and into your bathroom and turns on the tub.

He starts shucking off your clothing without a word. Shirt over head, then bra clasp, pants unzipped and dragged down. you can’t even stop him, he’s so gentle yet determined. and truthfully, you didnt have it in you to give him return home sex he’d probably been missing.

“Joel,” you say softly, and he shivers. “Um, I’m a little tired, but I promise tomorrow I will—“

“Tub,” he commands.

You tilt your head in confusion but step into the basin, now stark naked. The water is just perfect. You sink in until it’s level with your chest. Joel mixes in some suds and pulls his mini stool next to the edge, and begins massaging your shoulders.

“Oh honey you don’t need to do that,” you insist. “I got a massage when I was there…”

He doesn’t say anything but keeps going. And it’s not until he really finds your sensitive areas that you realize you do, in fact, need this. You sigh contently as he works the particularly troublesome knots in your shoulders, then gently over your neck. His hands, god you miss those hands, feel like heaven. After a few moments of you letting out soft moans, he lathers your expensive ‘for rare occasion’ shampoo and begins slathering it in your hair. With exceptional care, he works his fingers in circles, and you can feel your eyes going cross eyed with the thorough job he’s spoiling you with. Your whole body feels relaxed like a warm sheet of butter folding into a decadent pastry. You simmer and sink down even lower, indicating you’re incredibly tranquil.

He still remains silent. You can’t see him as you face the opposite end of the bathroom. Just the two of your breathing falling in sync.

Once finished, he pats you dry with fresh and warm towels, carries you bridal style to your bed.

You think now maybe he’s gotten you ready and pliant so he can rail your back out of place, but instead, he lays you on your side of the bed and tucks you into the sheets.

He tosses his socks and plows into the bed on his side, crawling up to you and putting himself face down into your chest and neck. He takes the biggest, longest breath possible through his nose before letting it out with a satisfied hum. Closing his eyes, Joel allows himself to relax, surrounding himself with you, his hand protectively over your stomach and absent-mindedly swishing back and forth with his thumb.

You giggle, smelling his sweet brown curls and rolling his hair through your fingers. “Did my clingy needy husband miss me?” You tease.

He’s already snoring and drooling into your breasts.

Joel’s having an out of body experience right now, and he can’t tell if he’s dreaming. There’s a fantastic, tingling, pleasurable feeling dancing along his entire body. He stirs slightly, letting out an audible groan. Something is warm against him, wet and moving, and it feels like a massage from heaven. He can’t exactly piece together what it is, still floating through his subconscious trying to rouse him awake, but still so blissfully relaxed he can’t quite fully awaken yet. He was out so deep last night in your embrace. Surrounded by your presence, your smell, your touch and breath and love and body.

His lashes flutter open, and the ceiling blur takes shape before him. He’s lying on his back in the bed, with something heavy against his lower half. sounds make their way to his ear, his own rugged gasps getting louder as the sensations more clearly are identified, sending signals of euphoria to his brain. He rasps out, eyes widening, and groggily tilts his chin down to see you; your mouth sloppily taking his hardened cock over and over, slurping the saliva and coating him with your talented tongue. You suck on his tip before working down his massive length, your other hand expertly jerking in rhythm what you can’t fit.

He chokes, still unsure if what he’s seeing and feeling is a dream. He hopes it’s not a dream.

The sounds from his throat cause you to peer up. A slight warm, loving grin tugging at your lips to make eye contact with him as you give him the morning blow job of his life.

And that does it for him. He yelps, stomach tightening before hot ropes of his seed shoot out of his tip like a canon. You bare down and suction your lips to his pulsing dick, feeling each throb deposit his sticky hot cum into your mouth. You gulp and gulp over and over, not nearly quick enough as his cream overwhelms you and bulges out of your cheeks. Even after you’ve coughed, his cock doesn’t stop, splashing all over your face in ribbons, one after the other, as he lets out drawn out moans, eyes rolled back and head arched into the pillow. He’s seeing stars, ruining your face like a mud mask of his spent. By the time he’s finished, he looks back down to see your slightly shocked expression, mouth agape with cum pouring down your forehead and eyelids, cheeks and chin, back onto his stomach.

He’s struggling to return from cloud nine. Brain hasn’t been this foggy even when high and drunk. He feels like sinking into the mattress and retiring from life.

You finally chuckle at his current state. “You didn’t get off all week did you?” He shakes his head side to side, eyes closed. You crawl up next to him, using his bedside tissues to wipe your face clean.

“I hope you liked it, I couldn’t wait for you to wake up—“

“Quit your job,” he says quietly.

He opens his eyes and rolls over to kiss your forehead and lie on top of you, his body conforming to yours. You feel his face nudged into your neck again as his back relaxes. You give him a confused look.

“I’ll take on extra projects,” he continues plainly. “Work extended nights. Just don’t leave us like that again.”

You cup his face in your hands to look at you. He’s sincere, kissing your palms and rubbing his cheek into your touch like a puppy.

You can’t help but smile.

“You missed me that much? Thought it was a mini vacation!”

He shakes his head. “It sucked,” he pouts like a child, hugging you tighter.

It was by the 4th night in that Joel realized it.

He prepared his solo meal quietly, served Sarah her mushy food quietly, and sat down at the table quietly. With only her little happy coos here and there, and him blowing on his own meal, he never realized just how quiet everything is without you.

Your chair was empty. Your side of the bed was cold. The house was so vacant without one person that it almost just feels like a building rather than a home. He realized he just gets up, feeds and talks to Sarah and spends time with her, then as soon as she’s in bed, he’s just. Existing. There. With nothing to do. He loved taking care Sarah, but she was pretty self sustaining. She was doing a hell of a lot better than he was. He tried busying himself with housework or TV or construction projects he had been wanting to do, but it all just felt like work. Like everything he did for himself was a chore.

He didn’t want to do anything if you weren’t there to see him by the end of the day.

He remembers when he used to thrive when he was living by himself. But he also realized… he hasn’t lived by himself in years. Since before he met you.

“You know I can’t quit my job, right?”

He grumbles but nods into your breasts.

“And I don’t want you taking on extra projects. I want to see you at the end of the day too. Tell you this: if I get another conference, either my family comes, or I don’t go. Deal?”

“Deal.” He kisses your chest before shimmying his way up your body until he’s fully over top you. “Otherwise I’ll tear your boss a new asshol—“

“Joel.”

“I’m just saying. Everyone wants to keep ya from me—“

“Joel.”

“N’ as your husband and baby daddy, I have a right to say where you put that ass every night and it should be right up against my di—“

“Just kiss me already.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He captures your lips with his hungrily. You feel his knees nudging yours apart, slotting himself perfectly between your bodies. The freshly hardened tip of his cock breaches your entrance, but Joel doesnt even let you gasp. His lips remain sealed on yours.

He wasn’t going to let you get away that easily again. Not even for a second.

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tarotwithavi · 1 year

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Some random things your FS will say to you (poetic edition)

How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

Piles : 1-2-3

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Pile 1

"Every moment with you feels like a new chapter in our love story."

"You are the poetry my heart never knew it could write."

"In your eyes, I found my forever."

"I'll be your shelter in the storm, your anchor in the chaos."

"Even in a world of millions, my eyes are drawn to you alone."

"Your laughter is the music that fills my soul."

"I'd travel through time and space just to be with you."

"You are the missing piece that completes my puzzle of life."

"Every day with you is an adventure, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"No matter where life takes us, my love for you will always be a constant."

"Your love is the canvas upon which I paint the masterpiece of my life. And my life is a masterpiece because of you"

"You are the serendipity I never knew I needed."

Pile 2

"In your presence, I find my peace and my passion all at once."

"With you, even ordinary moments become extraordinary memories."

"You are the star that guides me through the darkest nights."

"My love for you is like a fingerprint, unique and indelible."

"In a world of fleeting moments, you are my eternity."

"Like a compass points north, my heart always points to you."

"You're the reason I believe in love stories that last a lifetime."

"With every beat of my heart, I choose you, over and over again."

"You're not just my love; you're my favorite adventure."

"Your laughter is the melody that brightens my darkest days."

"In your eyes, I see a reflection of my best self."

"Loving you is as natural as breathing."

"You're not just a chapter in my life; you're the whole story."

Pile 3

"Your love is a garden, my heart the willing seed."

"In your eyes, I find constellations of dreams."

"Love is the ink, and you are the poetry written on the pages of my soul."

"Your love is the lighthouse that guides my ship through life's turbulent sea."

"In your embrace, I've found the warmth of a thousand suns."

"We are two souls entwined in the delicate dance of love's eternal waltz."

"You are the whispered secret of my heart, the answer to all its questions."

"Every word you speak is a verse in the sonnet of our love."

"In your smile, I see the reflection of a thousand beautiful tomorrows."

"With each sunrise, my love for you blooms like a radiant flower."

"Our love story is written in the stars, a celestial epic of two souls bound by destiny."

"You are the moonlight that guides me through my darkest nights."

"With you, every moment is a stanza in the epic poem of our love."

I made this a long time ago as you can see I don't dress my posts this way anymore lol.

Remember to Reblog lovelies 💗

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daisyvisions · 5 months

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[11:33PM] No Thoughts, Just You - (l.sy)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bully!sangyeon, masturbation, mentions of sex, degradation, face slapping, some brattiness. It’s simp sangyeon in the house y’all, we love to see it. Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Been trying to write since my last posting but can’t seem to nowadays huhu so taking this as a way to exercise those writing muscles again, wrote this on the spot and not proofread. Realized I did not write for Sangyeon's bday so considered it my entry idc how late it is 🤪 Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

Thinking about bully!Sangyeon, who lays on his bed nearing the dead of night thinking about the intimate moment you had with one another the other day.

His member aches underneath his boxers, trying not to visualize the faces you made when he was balls deep inside you. Or the way you whined and acted so bratty towards him. God when you acted that way it always made him twitch inside. There was something about getting under your skin that turned him on.

What’s even better is the fact you revealed you had dreamt about him the way he had dreamt about you (And for Sangyeon, it was a ton of dreams about you.)

He doesn't even realize his hand is slowly traveling down south, his fingers caressing his bulge before he gives it a good tug. And before you know it, he’s already starting to jerk himself off, remembering what you sounded like, how you said his name in that voice…

Remembering the way your walls stretched out for him, and just for him. How they hugged his length so perfectly like this was meant to be. How he fucked you so good he’s sure he’s molded the shape and size of his thick cock inside you, ruining it for anyone who dare tries to get you the way he did in that classroom.

The pace of his hand starts to go faster, remembering how your hips rolled on him in that chair, the way he let you have it your way even just for a moment. He would let you have your way all the time to be honest, if only you weren’t so bratty.

But who's he kidding anyway? That’s one of the things that’s got him attracted to you like a moth to a flame. Someone who doesn’t treat him like the star student all the time, someone who is able to attempt to stand up to his bullshit, someone who can put him in his place.

He slowly starts to feel himself closer to the edge, huffing and moaning as he visualizes you riding him right now and taking control of him. Whispering the most degrading things to his ear, making him feel small. God even thinking about the way you slapped his face twice was making his manhood twitch and strain even further.

“Fuck…” he moans as he continuously pumps his cock. Pre-cum slowly oozing from the top of his tip and dripping down, acting like a lubricant to help him jerk off even more.

His high hits him out of nowhere, his cum shooting out so much to the point globs of it are just coating his hand, making a mess everywhere. He wishes he was cumming inside you right now, wished he did that day instead of blowing his load on your back.

Sangyeon slowly comes down from his high and steadies his breathing. He feels so out of it right now, his mind not thinking straight. It’s like you hypnotized him or something, because he just doesn't think of anything else except you. Like you’ve placed him under a spell he can’t get out of. It was driving him insane.

He regrets not being able to take his time with you, to be able to kiss every part of you body, worshipped you with his hands, praising you like you deserve it. Wishing he could perhaps love you properly instead of the current dynamic you have. To kiss to oh so pretty lips again and again and just melt into you, that would be the dream.

After cleaning up his mess he pauses for a moment and suddenly a lightbulb idea enters his brain. He opens his phone and taps on your chat with him. He hesitates at first seeing what he typed out, but if his assumptions were right, maybe you might somewhat feel the same too. So he sends out a message he never thought he would be sending to you in a million years,

“I miss you…”

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madhatterbri · 5 months

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Her Scotsman | D.M.

Summary: Drew keeps his promise on a letter he sent to Y/N months ago. Smut. 18+.

Inspired by @theworldofotps story, which could be found here. I hope you enjoy it. Just know when he crawled on his hands and knees to CM Punk on that table, it lives in my head rent free. 🤪😂

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Y/N blushed and stared at the warrior who stood at the foot of her bed. His blue eyes stared at her intently as he waited for her to follow his orders. He crossed his arms and waited. The woman cleared her throat to try to find her voice again.

"What?" Y/N still managed to squeak. She heard him loud and clear, but she had to be sure. His most recent request from her had to be a mistake. Her fingers gripped a letter in her hands tightly.

"You heard me. Read the letter, Y/N, the good parts. The ones that I know made you blush and crave me,"

The noblewoman looked at the letter. The very one she read many times before when she craved his touch. Her mind played out all the things he would do to her. It seemed like a vague possibility but now became a reality. Drew McIntyre was back from the battles, and she was the first person he wanted to see.

"I can’t wait until we’re together again, and I can show you just how your body deserves to be praised. My hands sliding over the silky softness of your skin, placing hot kisses against each inch that you allow," she gulped. Her cheeks flushed even more now. Dirty thoughts of him filled her mind. She was glad he was home.

Drew crawled on his hands and knees towards her. His predatory eyes never left her still sweet, innocent ones. She looked away when he reached between her legs. He grabbed her cheeks and made him stare at him.

"This is what you do to me, Y/N. I was starving without you. Do not look away from me," he told her. She nodded. He pulled his face closer to hers. A sweet kiss to start the events that evening.

The kiss grew in intensity. He bit her bottom lip and pulled gently. Their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She never wanted him to leave her again.

His lips traveled down her cheekbone and to her neck. Soft kisses placed expertly on her sensitive spots. Despite only having her once before, he knew just what her body needed. She moved her hair to the opposite side to give him more access.

"Not so shy now, are ya?" He grumbled. His hand cupped one of her breasts. A thumb swirled around her nipple. Drew kissed down before taking the other nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it greedily. His tongue flicked the sensitive nub before swirling around her. She whined in surprise.

"Oh, Drew," she moaned and moved her head to the side. Y/N snaked her fingers through his hair to keep him there. Her legs attempted to close, yet his knees stopped her thighs.

"Oh no, you don't," he tutted. His fingers ran down to between her legs. Ever the skilled lover, his hand rubbed up and down between her legs. Breathy moans filled the room. Drew gave her other nipple the same attention.

She let out a soft whine when he left her chest alone. His fingers are still rubbing her up and down. His middle finger toyed with her entrance, yet he never penetrated. Her hips thrusted towards him whenever his finger would tease her.

His lips moved south down her body. He paid extra attention to her inner thighs. His beard and mustache scratched against her soft skin.

"Read the next part," he ordered from between her legs. She licked her lips and gulped. His eyes stared at her intently.

"I can practically hear your quiet moans and whimpers now as I would drag my tongue over your sweet nectar, devouring you like a man starved," she read and placed the letter on the bed.

He laid flat against the bed. Her legs were placed above his shoulders. Drew replaced his hand with his face. True to his words, he licked and sucked between her legs. She gasped and looked down at him. His hands gripped her waist to keep her from squirming.

"Oh, Drew," she panted. He never looked away from her. Despite the long days of battle, this very moment would keep him up at night. His Y/N slowly comes undone for him piece by piece.

He wiped away the juices from her mouth and kissed her inner thigh. "Next,"

She reached out for the letter. Her eyes quickly swam through the page to see where she left off. Drew knew exactly what the next part would read. He sat on his knees and waited for her.

"Before stretching your tightness with a finger, maybe three. Just enough to prepare you to take every inch of me," she blushed and gripped the letter. Drew ran his fingers up and down to gather her juices and his saliva.

Y/N made small noises as his fingers brushed against her clit. His middle finger was the first to breech her entrance. His little flower was still as tight for him as he remembered. He was going to enjoy taking her all over again.

His middle finger curled inside of her. Each thrust of his finger met with her hips rolling for him. When he deemed her ready, he pushed his index finger inside of her. Her whimpers of approval were hard for him to ignore.

His other hand rubbed her breasts. He gripped the flesh of her chest and leaned down. His tongue ran over her nipple. Drew sucked and nipped at her. His fingers curled and thrusted inside of her.

While distracted, she never noticed his third finger slid inside of her. He coned his fingers inside of her to stretch her out. Drew never wanted to hurt her. He waited too long to finally make her his.

"Just thinking about you allowing me the honor of filling and stretching that sweetness is enough to bring me to my knees. So many men wanted to bring me to my knees before them, Y/N. But only you can do it," he assured her. His fingers vanished from between her legs. She whined and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

A cocky smirk appeared on his face. "Did ya miss me?"

"Drew," she begged. He reached down for his length and rubbed himself between her folds. He closed his eyes to steady himself. One day, she will see the rougher Drew, but for now, this was perfectly fine. The tip of him found her entrance.

"I will be making you release every moan, whimper, and scream you have captured inside," he promised and slowly pushed himself inside of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back. Her hands gripped the sheets under them as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

Drew panted as he stopped early to give her time to adjust. When her breathing slowed, he slid a little more of himself inside of her.

"You are doing so well. Better than I dreamed of when I was away," he complimented. Short thrusts didn't dismay him. He could see the pleasure taking control of her. Her moans egged him on for more, and he gave it to her.

Short, cautious thrusts were replaced by longer thrusts. He filled her to the brim, not looking back. Each time he pulled out, her walls clenched around him to keep him in place. He placed his hands by her head and leaned down.

"I want to see you trembling as you embrace the mind-numbing pleasure, I plan on bringing you," he whispered roughly in her ear. He gripped her chin and kissed her roughly. A particular rougher thrust made her moan. He slid her tongue inside of her mouth. Drew removed her tongue from his mouth. His teeth pulled at her bottom lip.

"Drew," she called out. Her body tensed as her orgasm washed over her. Her toes were clenched, and her legs spasmed. Drew continued to fuck her through it yet he knew he wouldn't last long. As she came down from her high, his was just beginning.

He leaned down and rested his head above her heart. He closed his eyes to hear her heartbeat. Plenty of times, he wondered if he would ever experience this with her again. Scotland may be where he lived, but she was home.

He pulled out to see the mess between her legs. Drew smiled to himself. One day, their home will be filled with the sweet, tiny footsteps of boys and girls. Strong like their dad and beautiful like their mother. He prayed for this.

#fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #drew mcintyre x y/n #drew mcintyre x reader #wwe fanfic #drew mcintyre

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saintmagx · 1 year

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✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.

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personal update

Hi! Hello! I'm sorry I haven't been very personable lately. A lot of you probably know I have been struggling with my health. Which has been going on for. nearly 5 years now. And I've just steadily gotten worse and worse, lol,

Anyway. I wanted to post an update to say I may have finally hit a breakthrough. 🥲🤞

I have some sort of fun wombo-combo of about 3 or 4 conditions trying to destroy me all at once, so every treatment I've tried (which isn't actually a lot, since there are no real treatments for what I have and most doctors don't want to deal with it) has done nothing and I have also been to just about every kind of medical specialist under the sun. I still get nightmares over the disaster that was traveling all the way to Mayo Clinic and I've been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.

My main doctor right now is a rheumatologist who I think I haunt at night. I've stumped him for what seems like the first time in his life. But he's trying harder than anyone else I've had before. Everyone else sent me away at this point lol

But this update comes after I had a "fuck it" moment and decided to once again apply to the big hospital nearby, because apparently I am somehow on their roster after being rejected over and over for several years now 🤪 (I think it's because of an echocardiogram I did on one of their campuses.)

Anywho, we managed to find a doctor willing to prescribe me a drug could help me feel human again. I've been to about 3 neurologists over this nonsense and no one was willing to jump through the hoops for it because it is, admittedly, an absolute pain in the ass to prescribe. It's called Xywav and it's not only a highly controlled substance but also the only damn drug of its type on the market. So you can only imagine the gerrymandering.

He's sending me to another doctor first, just to see if this other guy can offer any insight into wtf is wrong with me, but if he doesn't suggest anything else I should finally be on track to try it! I obviously don't know if it will work for me but it's the only decent bet I have left. If it doesn't work I am going to cry for about 3 months straight so please help me manifest this

#health crap.#jillian talks sometimes

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wordbunch · 1 year

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The Hobbit re-read: favorites, thoughts and honorable mentions

thank u to my tumblr besties for encouraging me to rant abt this book for a little while, and brace yourselves for a LOOONG post; aka We're Going On An Adventure!

this quote abt Gandalf: "tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion" like. THIS exactly is Gandalf to me ✨✨✨

the whole good-morninged sequence (as if he was selling buttons at the door! can you imagine! By belladonna tooks SON of all people!!!) 😱

"a cake or 2 would do him good after this fright" me too bilbo

"he had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short" me too bilbo 🍰

Gandalf constantly selling Bilbo's skills to the company and just hyping him up and believing in him all the time!!!! most excellent and audacious hobbit!!! 😎

"this was thorin's style... if he had been allowed he would probably have gone like this until he was out of breath" aka he is Dramatic and Important

"bilbo was getting excited and interested again so that he forgot to keep his mouth shut" how many times will i write ME TOO BILBO in this post

"THE EXPLANATION DID NOT SEEM TO EXPLAIN" 💯💯💯

gandalf: i found him in the dungeons of the necromancer; thorin: girl what were YOU doing at the necromancer's??? 🧐🧐🧐 gandalf: finding things out as usual O M G like what else would he be doing there 😚

bilbo constantly wishing he was back home as soon as he left

"off bilbo had to go before he could explain that he could not hoot even once like any kind of owl" yall this book has so many funny moments but like in a very chill humor way

the fact that one of the TROLLS is called WILLIAM 😂😂😂

"i am a good cook myself, and cook better than i cook" okay bilbo rizz 😏🔥

"they had not at all enjoyed lying there listening to the trolls making plans for roasting them" you don't say. i love this deadpan humor SO MUCH jrrt snapped

that whole beautiful iconic description of kind as summer elrond

"their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers, and their hopes" WHEN will i go to rivendell 😩

"there is nothing like looking if you want to find something" thorin life coach realness 👏🏼👏🏼

thoring gesturing at a miserable desolate land: these tRuLy hOspiTabLe moUnTaiNs 😍

then gandalf lit up his wand. oF coUrSe it wAs gaNdaLf, but they were too busy to ask how he got there. 4ever mood

he thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen ME TOO BIL- 🍳

"Gollum brought up memories of ages and ages and ages before, when he lived with his grandmother in a hole by a bank by a river" this kind of made me cry. it brings unexpected humanity to such an appalling character; kinda makes you want bilbo to spare him eventually

and the fact itself that bilbo felt so bad for him he decided to just leave him be

"you would have laughed (from a safe distance)" LOVE how JRRT puts random little comments addressed to the reader

gandalf just being like ok i gotta go do other things now. good luck besties. ✌🏼😚

beorn: what are you, a traveling circus? and he is actually right 🤪

"you have got to look after all these dwarves for me, gandalf laughed" and i cried

bilbo being like hmm how will i get down from this tree (except by falling)

bilbo's song while killing gigantic spiders "not very good...but you must remember he had to make it up himself in a very awkward moment"

the dwarves starting to respect him and bowing down until they FALL OVER is such a comical image to me

the whole alluring magic of the elvish feast in the forest which disappears when they get closer!! a whole fairytale mr tolkien!!! 😍

thranduil is a greedy b <3 and especially VERY fond of wine 🍷🍷🍷

"i will lock you all in again and you can sit there comfortably and think of a better plan" bilbo badass mode and we love to see it 💋

tolkien being like WELL u can laugh but you wouldn't have done any better if u were him. real.

when they're in dale i love the numerous references to "songs and stories of old" and all of them basically being a living legend and turning their stay in dale into a public holiday and spectacle

thorin is cocky af

/freeze frame/ "you are familiar with thorin's style on important occasions so i will not give you any more of it" its ok jrrt, let him be a drama queen 👑

bilbo when he takes some gold from smaug being like "this will show them!!!1!1" 😠😠

sassy bilbo strikes again with "did you expect me to trot back with the whole hoard of thror on my back? if there's any grumbling to be done i think i might have a say" GO OFF KING 👏🏼

i just rly love him okay, he stole my heart in this book like a real legitimate professional burglar that he is

"i am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly" etc. basically this whole exchange btw bilbo and smaug is pure gold (pun not intended) 🤫

talking birds that eavesdrop. enough said.

the descriptions of the arkenstone which make you actually want to have it too. genius. there could be no two such gems, even in so marvellous a hoard, even in all the world." 💎💎💎

the harps (untouched by the dragon who had a small interest in music).. WHY is this so funny to me

bilbo putting on some elvish DRIP and being like ✨✨ i feel magnificent ✨✨ (but probably look dumb 😩)

"this is the great chamber of thror" ok thorin the tour guide king

BARD MY KING i love one (1) man 🎯

bilbo being absolutely against any wars or battles and just wanting to go home BUT also being a sneaky lil shit who takes the arkenstone to bard and thranduil BUT also still not wanting to leave his dwarf buddies

when he gives them the gem "not without a shudder, not without a glance of longing" AHHH i want it!

ambiguous gandalf returning. always love to see it

"if you don't like my burglar, please don't damage him" 🙄 ffs thorin chill

"you are not making a very splendid figure as king" yes gandalf call him out

defeat seems "very uncomfortable, not to say distressing" to bilbo. we love.

the fact that he was just knocked out cold during the battle so thur we know very little abt what really happened?? jrrt genius writing hack. might use this one 🤔

fili and kili deserved a better sendoff than just mentioning that they died. come on.

thorin's last words and reconciliation w bilbo... PLEASE I WILL CRY until i throw up. "it has been more than any baggins deserves." "no! there is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly west. some courage and some wisdom blended in measure. if more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world."

i might still be crying

"tea is at 4 but any of you are welcome at any time" my heart... ❤️😭 Guess he's no longer scared of running out of cake

bilbo gifting thrandy a necklace as an apology for eating and drinking his stuff secretly, king shit 😉

bilbo having the absolute NERVE to say to ELVES "your lullaby would wake a drunken goblin". wig wig

he deadass borrowed a handkercheif from freaking ELROND 😳

bilbo arriving home to being presumed dead and his stuff literally being auctioned off

"it was a long time before he was in fact admitted to being alive again…" and sackville-bagginses having sm beef with that HAHAHA

he lost his reputation but he lived his best life so who's the winner here 😌😌😌

the closing lines "you are a very fine person, mr baggins, and i am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all" "thank goodness! said bilbo laughing."

like. THIS. literally embodies everything. he is just a little guy. just some smol person. BUT STILL had a say in how BIG things happened. BUT he remains happy to be just a smol simple person.

overall an incredibly fun read and it was way more genuinely FUNNY than i anticipated. bilbo is a whole mood. thorin is a diva. gandalf is there to start shit and hype up bilbo. jrrt with random author's notes throughout the book gives me life.

#the hobbit #jrr tolkien #tolkien #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #lotr #Bagginshield #fili and kili #Gandalf #Lotr #Lord of the rings #Lotr meta #Lotr shitpost #from my pocketses

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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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vigilante shit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- no body, no crime part three

Oops okay honestly I just wanted to write some smut. You can read no body, no crime part 1 and 2 for context, but you also don’t have to have context

Warnings: holy hell is there some smut in this one 18+ ONLY sheesh, lots of p in v sex, oral (f receiving), grinding, teasing/edging, dirty talk, degradation adjacent?, some manhandling, reader is a brat again, office sex 🤪 i think that’s everything

WC: ~2.7k

no body, no crime || part two || Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

Ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want

As you expected, Aaron Hotchner came back. Again. And again. And again.

You have to wonder what his team thinks, with him taking off all the time to come see you. You’re nowhere near Quantico, not close enough to explain it away with other menial plans. Yet, he still comes around. All the time.

Aaron has stopped asking about Este’s ex-husband and where the body is. You know that he still suspects you, which is fine. He can suspect you all he wants. He has no proof, and he never will.

Besides, you’re on his side now. Kind of.

Randy wasn’t the only asshole in this town whose life you wanted to ruin -- and have fun doing it. There are plenty of abusive husbands to choose from, but making them all disappear on your own would be too suspicious. You need something less so, something good. Something humanitarian.

You don’t know what got into you. Probably the agent you share a bed with nearly every weekend.

He’s tried to get you to travel to Quantico, but you haven’t yet. Maybe soon.

For now, though, he comes to you. Without hesitation.

Every Friday night is the same. He appears on your doorstep, duffle bag in hand, necktie already loosened.

You drag him in by his tie, pull him down to meet your lips by his jaw. His bag hits the floor, his foot kicks the front door closed. He’s mastered reaching behind and flicking the lock.

He follows your lips into the house, down the hall to your bedroom -- if the two of you make it that far.

Clothes litter the floors on the way to bed, his bare chest pressed against yours when he lays you down. You hook your legs over his hips, link your heels together and pull him into you. No time is wasted. The other times can be slow, but not this one. Not right now.

He devours you from the inside out, hips slamming into yours, sucking marks into your neck. Bruises blossom delicate purples and reds over the ones that barely faded since his last visit.

Your walls squeeze him enough to make his hips stutter, grinding his pelvis into your clit. The two of you are a mess of moving bodies, chasing climaxes, whispering dirty nothings into his ear.

He tells you to take it and you say make me. He says he will and you laugh in his face. He loves your snarkiness, loves to pound it out of you, at least for a moment before it returns. He loves the game. You love to play it.

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The first time you traveled to Quantico to see Aaron, you brought evidence with you. You weren’t sure if he could do anything, but you wanted to try.

You thought after Este’s ex-husband, men in town would learn not to mess with you, but clearly that hasn’t been the case.

She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

You already ruined one marriage, for good reason. The husband had been cheating for months, so you gathered proof. And left it in a sealed envelope, addressed to the wife. You watched her pick it up off the porch, tear it open, and go inside.

The next day, she kicked him out of the house. And walked across the street to thank you.

There have been a few others in the same vein, but there’s one you can’t quite finish. The husband isn’t cheating, so that won’t work. But you know there is something else. Something much worse.

You visit him in his office at the BAU, walking past the team at their desks. You recognize them all, smiling and waving. They return the waves

“We don’t handle white collar crimes,” Aaron says, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I figured,” you nod solemnly. “Who does?”

He takes another look at the evidence you laid before him. He takes a few moments, sighs. “Are you positive?” he asks, looking up. “This is legitimate?”

“I am,” you reply firmly. You don’t frame people. That’s too tricky, and pointless if they’re already bad people.

He sighs, looks back down. “If this is fake…” he pauses, letting it hang there.

“It’s not.”

“If it is, you’re responsible. So am I.”

You lean forward and rest your hand over his, despite the open door and open blinds. “I’m serious. I would not bring this to you if it wasn’t true.”

“We don’t know if it’s true, there will still be an investigation.”

“I know,” you reply. “Do you trust me?”

He tilts his head, narrows his eyes.

“Good,” you grin. You sit back in the chair, crossing your legs. “Still, though. I’m dead serious about this. You think I’d risk getting arrested?” you scoff. “Come on now, Agent Hotchner.”

His jaw clenches. You’re playing a dangerous game.

And you’ve won.

Aaron picks up his phone and begins dialing, pressing the receiver to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you ask.

He raises his eyebrows. “The Secretary of the Treasury.”

The phone call is brief but enough. Aaron says they’re going to investigate.

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Why does that matter?” he counters.

You shrug. “No reason.”

Aaron leans back in his chair, linking his fingers together. “What did he do to you?”

He was doing lines, and crossing all of mine

“Nothing,” you say. “He just hurt a friend.”

Aaron shakes his head, chuckling. He wonders how you have him wrapped so tightly around your finger. And how he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

+++

Aaron’s apartment is exactly what you expected from him. Expensive. Obnoxiously expensive.

The two of you barely make it through his door.

He drops his briefcase and keys while you work his jacket off his shoulders. He tugs at his tie, pulls at your shirt, yanking it over your head. You aren’t wearing a bra, and he groans at the sight. He thought he saw your nipples earlier.

He chases you into the living room, following your lips like he’s in a trance.

Or so you think.

Soon he has you pinned against the nearest wall, his hands gripping your wrists, keeping them above your head.

“Tell me right now if you just cost me my job.”

“I would never,” you say seriously, then cracking a grin. “I like the way you look with your gun on your hip too much to ruin that.”

He pushes your wrists into the wall as he studies your face. He’s close enough to kiss, though, so you do, and he gives in.

His hand slips from your wrists and falls to your face, cupping your jaw. He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel him, what you do to him. It’s enough to make you grind your hips into his, until he has to hold them down.

You bite his lip in protest, loving the noise you elicit from him, right from his chest.

“You’re impatient,” he growls.

“Obviously,” you retort with a scoff, dipping your hands to his belt. “And you still have pants on.”

“So do you.”

“Not for long.”

You yank his belt open and unzip his pants, palming him through his briefs. He swats your hands away as he works on your jeans, pulling them down your legs. He kneels, working the fabric down your thighs, peppering kisses along the way.

Your underwear falls next, and he helps you step out of them, but it isn’t long before he buries his face in you.

You gasp, not expecting him to, but he pushes your feet apart. His nose brushes your clit, his tongue delves in ways that make your knees weak.

“Aaron,” you breathe, threading your fingers through his hair. “Shit.”

He knows you so well now, knows exactly where to press and when. You hate to admit it, but he can leave you breathless just as badly as you can him.

He stops early, forever a tease, and forever wanting to be inside you when you let go. He’s impatient today, much like you. He doesn’t have time for anything else.

You work on his pants and he helps, kicking them away with his underwear. He lifts you into his arms, pressing your back into the wall, entering you only slightly.

“No, don’t do this to me,” you whine. You hate when he does this, when he takes his time working his way inside.

“I’m going to cherish this feeling,” he says, kissing your cheek, listening to your complaints. He clicks his tongue when you grind your hips, trying to take matters into your own hands. But he has you in his arms, right where he wants you. He’s in control.

He goes deeper, but only just, before pulling back. Your head hits the wall with each move. Slowly, slowly, he gives you half. Your skin is on fire. You’re ready to strangle him.

“You love this,” he shushes you. “I know you do. I can feel you.”

“I want--”

“You’ll get what you want,” he whispers. “After I take my time.”

You groan and he kisses you, distracting you with his tongue, tracing your lips until you’re dizzy.

You don’t even notice how long it’s been until his pelvis is against yours and you’re crying out, feeling full. You grip his back, your nails digging in, constellations of crescents dotting his skin.

“Is that better?” he taunts, pulling out to slam back inside, relishing in your whimpers. “You know the drill, honey,” he soothes. “You’re cumming at least once before we do.”

You don’t know how to explain that you’ve been on the edge for ages now, almost but never completely thrown over. But he knows how.

He speeds up his thrusts and gently places his hand around your neck, pinning your head back. His mouth dives for your lips, jaw, ears, anything he can touch and kiss and nip at, until you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure that you have no choice.

His footing fumbles and he nearly loses himself, but he stops. He’s determined to bring you to another, and only then will he let go.

You feel drunk, like you’ve had too much of him in such a short timespan, but that doesn’t stop your hips from moving, from chasing another high so soon after the last.

“Greedy,” he says, but it’s broken. He’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more so.

You want him so badly. You’re chasing his release as much as you’re hurtling toward another of your own. Both of you are determined to make the other let go.

He doesn’t last long, and you don’t either. But there’s still time for more. There always is.

+++

Aaron tells you that you need to stay in Quantico while the investigation into your allegations is beginning, in case they need to bring you in for questioning.

You think Aaron has ulterior motives, but you don’t tell him that. You were planning on staying anyway; you packed enough for a week. He noticed, but he didn’t say anything to you.

I don’t start shit, but I can tell you how it ends

You go into the BAU to have lunch with him, and on the way up the elevator, you ask yourself what the hell you are doing. This is far too domestic for you, yet you aren’t fighting it.

Domestic, maybe, but traditional, not at all.

You pass by the team and wave, earning waves and smiles in return. They’ve known for a while that Hotch was leaving town every weekend to see you, but they didn’t expect to see you here. You’re positive most, if not all of them still suspect you about Este’s ex-husband, but that doesn’t matter anymore.

When you enter Aaron’s office, he’s on the phone — again. He holds up a finger, telling you to wait, but that only makes you smirk.

Quietly, you shut the door, flicking the lock. His blinds are already drawn, something he’s grown into the habit of doing, especially with you here. You know the team isn’t stupid. You know they know what’s going on when the door closes.

Aaron stares down at the paperwork on his desk, but you want his eyes to be elsewhere. So, you take off your jacket.

It’s innocent enough. You lay the jacket over the back of one of the chairs, smoothing out the fabric. You’re wearing a button up and a skirt for this exact reason.

“I understand,” he says, grabbing a pen. He glances at you briefly and smiles, but returns his attention to the phone. “Yes, I see. When was this?”

You hum quietly as you begin unbuttoning your shirt, slowly. One by one. Looking out the window, waiting.

By the time you undo the button below your breasts, you look toward him, finding that his eyes are locked on your fingers. You smirk.

“Yes, I’m still here,” he says, averting his eyes. “Yes. Yes, we do.”

You continue undoing your shirt, walking closer to him with every button. The glare he gives you as the shirt slides off your arms is enough to set a fire inside of you.

He’s desperate to get off the phone, but whoever it is keeps talking.

You walk around the left of the desk, standing dangerously close to him, running your fingers through his hair. He moves the receiver away from his mouth to exhale deeply, shutting his eyes. He knows there is no match for you. His only option is surrender.

You wedge yourself between him and his desk, prompting him to push his chair back. He takes the phone with him, moving his arm to allow you to straddle his hips.

You smile sweetly, running your hands up and down his shoulders, trailing your fingernails over his neck. He watches you intently, only barely listening to the person on the other phone.

You scoot forward, grinding your crotch against his as you bend to place kisses on his neck. His breathing hitches dangerously and you smirk into his skin.

“Thank you,” he says. You start moving your hips and his legs tense. “I’ll call to let you know what we decide.”

Finally, you think.

There’s a few more words spoken before Aaron officially ends the call.

In what feels and sounds like one movement, he hangs up the phone and lifts you onto his desk, grinding his hips into yours with newfound ferocity.

You giggle into his kisses, feeling his hands on your back. You didn’t wear a bra for this reason, and he knows it.

You fumble with his belt, a mess of hands while he devours your mouth, pushing his tongue through your lips. He cusses when your hand snakes inside of his briefs, enough to wrap around him and gently squeeze.

His hands leave your body only for a moment to yank his pants down. Then he goes to rip your underwear, only to find you have none.

“Slut,” he snickers into your ear, pulling you toward him by your hips. “Teasing me while I’m on the phone? Really?” he taunts, angling your hips to push inside of you, giving you everything, loving your whimpers. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You nod into his neck, holding onto his shoulders. “You lasted l-longer than I thought.”

“I was talking to the Secretary of the Treasury,” he snaps, thrusting into you and stopping, letting you feel every inch. “About your little predicament.”

“What did she-- Shit. What’d she-- oh my god.”

“Don’t try to talk,” he whispers. “Take it.”

You grin. And you do.

+++

Don’t get sad, get even

They arrested the man for his white collar crimes, and that became the talk of the town for the foreseeable future.

No one noticed how you started leaving for weeks at a time to live with Aaron. But they’ve noticed that men haven’t stopped disappearing since your absence.

You won’t stop, not until each one is gone. Until each one gets what he deserves.

And since you were right, Aaron listens to you. Like he always does.

I’m on my vigilante shit...again

#aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds smut #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #vigilante shit

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eoieopda · 2 years

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Ooo yessss let’s go!!! Can I request a drabble for idol bf jungkook finding out his non idol but dancer gf is taking pole dancing classes and he goes to watch her for the first time and he is like mesmerized at how good she is? Thank youu 💜

sorry for the wait, sweet bean! there’s a wee bit of a departure in that she’s not in a class, per se, but she is practicing!

a/n: not smut, but definitely ✨sensual✨ because this photo has done something irreparable to my brain worms. also, i don’t know shit about fuck when it comes to pole dancing, so uhhhh, we’ll see how this goes 🤪

Lately, Jungkook’s favorite part of rehearsals is when they end. For whatever reason, he’s been incapable of keeping his head on straight these days; and the inspiration that used to power him seemingly left him, hung up to dry. It didn’t used to feel this vacant, moving to music he’d poured so much of himself into, but now his cup is empty. Now, Jungkook needs a muse.

Lucky for him, he hears Terpsichore’s sweet call from the practice space next to his, and shit does she sound like you.

This has to be a coincidence, he’s sure, because he can’t think of any reason to find you here tonight.

In a vacuum, your presence in this studio wouldn’t be a surprise — you had rehearsals of your own, classes to teach, and so on — but with how much time you spend under this roof as it is? There’s no reality Jungkook can imagine in which anyone would sacrifice an elusive night-off to this place.

But, then again, it’s you. Once that spark of creativity hits, you conduct it masterfully; and you don’t stop until there’s no power left to burn.

Too curious to stay and sweat on the hardwood floor, Jungkook groans as he clambers to his feet. He aches as he crosses to the door, even more so when he has to summon a single crumb of energy to push it open. Thankfully, he doesn’t have far to travel once he exits his practice room.

There are glass panels on either side of the door neighboring his. That glass fogs up when the heat of his body gets close, and he damn near has to press his nose to the glass to confirm his suspicion. Through the haze, his unprepared eyes land on you, talking to the camera you’re using to record for review purposes — and on the unfathomably high heels you’re slipping into.

Oh, shit.

When Jungkook woke up this morning, he didn’t think today would be his last. The sole consolation in dropping into his early grave would be in the last thing he sees: your hands gripping onto the bright silver pole in the center of the room; your exposed core muscles engaging as you take the weight of your body into your arms; and the subtle look of concentration on your face as you spin.

Pretty fuckin’ carousel, you are.

If Jungkook didn’t know exactly how much strength this sort of thing demanded, he would’ve accepted at face value just how easy you make it look. Apart from the dimple digging in at the corner of your pursed lips, there’s no proof at all that any of this requires effort. Not even when you fold damn near in half, not when your legs end up above your head, and not when the grip of your thighs takes over for that of your hands.

You’re dangling upside down — the world’s most stunning chandelier — when you see him losing his goddamn mind through the glass pane.

He panics for a moment; and it’s not due to being caught gawking or because there’s more than adoration throbbing on his side of the door. Before your surprise can drop you onto your head, your arms extend towards the floor until you’ve got both palms firmly rooted in hardwood. Within seconds, you’re back on your feet, still clutching the pole for balance from the top of your sky-high shoes.

“You could’ve come in and sat down,” you snicker. You lift your free hand to gesture over to a couch, which is shoved up against the far wall. Still smirking, you use that same hand to beckon him towards you with a curled finger.

As if he’d ever need prompted to run right to you.

This close, Jungkook sees the light sheen of sweat over your collarbones. He blinks fast in a feeble attempt to unscramble his brain. Finally rebooting, he leans in to kiss your flushed cheek.

“Didn’t know you’d be here,” he breathes, then he glances at the pole before rapping his knuckles against it softly, “Definitely didn’t know you’d be here doing this.”

“Got casted for that concert in May,” You hum as you bend down to untie those goddamn boots. “They need some girls on pole, so I’m turning myself into one.”

Jungkook reaches down and catches your chin, prompting you to stop fidgeting with your double-knot and blink up at him.

“Oh, I’m gonna have to stop you right there, pretty,” Jungkook tuts. Face darkening over his wolfish grin, he wraps his arms around your unsuspecting waist. In a second, you’re folded over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly; and he’s carrying you off towards the changing room. “Those shoes are staying on.”

It’d arrived much differently than Jungkook was anticipating, but he certainly felt inspired now.

#jade speaks #jade’s drabbles #jade’s requests #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jjk #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #anon #re: the one with jungkook and terpsichore

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dootznbootz · 9 months

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Are you feeling funky enough to give us some Diomedes + Sthenelus/Odysseus (idk how many ships Dio has, I'm sorry) thoughts?

(anonymous because you most likely already know who I am)

Disclaimer: This isn't canon to Dootzverse Epic Cycle anymore! Diomedes and Odysseus are no longer Exes but just coworkers like how they are in the Iliad. Diomedes being around 20 and Odysseus around 30. I only made them "exes" because I thought I needed to have them "romantic" in some way at some point in order for fandom to be nice to me. :') But that's silly and so Odysseus still has an "ex" that was basically only a month long romance and all that except it's a different Achaean >:3

I'll let this post stay up for funsies though :P

I actually don't know right now. I am that fried, Iro :D

DioSthe are my boys and I love them a lot. I sadly don't know everything about them but I still love them a lot. Sthenelus is Diomede's little hypeman and that means SO much to me. They've known each other for a long time and are basically QPPs for a long time. It's a thing where Diomedes doesn't think much of it sadly for a long long time despite still caring about Sthenelus but he doesn't realize how deeply he means to Sthenelus until YEARS later. I sadly don't have many fic ideas for them other than a basic confession and smaller moments throughout.

So like yeah, OdyDio is basically toxic exes because it's funny to me and because of how Odysseus treats Diomedes in the Iliad. They are basically this vine

Odysseus: Remember one time, I liked you? Diomedes: You mean the time when we were teenagers? When we were kissing but then you fucking bit me, called me names, and ran away? Odysseus: GOOD! Cuz never happened! >:D Diomedes: ... Odysseus: AH-HA! HAHA! 🤪 🖕(leaves, thinking he's "won") Diomedes:... Fucking...Fucking weirdo Sthenelus: Don't worry about him.😤 I don't even know why Athena likes him. Diomedes: That's exactly why she likes him...Why he's kind of cool too... Sthenelus: Oh ...Wanna make out? Diomedes: *sighs* Yeah.🥺

I don't know if I'll ever write this and if I'll just reference it. But basically, Odysseus and Diomedes FIRST met around 11-13 but didn't hang out as much as they're RIVALS. But had their "kiss" and "romance" when Odysseus was around 17 and Dio around 15-16. Odysseus just became king so he's just traveling just to do shit.

They're chilling but then they somehow get to talking about relationships as Odysseus has never really had one while Diomedes has. I have Odysseus Asexual/demisexual and basically had no relationship ever before because he has high fucking standards and usually gets mean to people who have a crush on him.

To me, Odysseus has always been a hopeless romantic (For Penelope, he plays wedding music when they reunite. their tree bed??? Men were expected to decorate their bedrooms before getting married but Odysseus went ALL FUCKING OUT WHEN HE DIDN'T NEED TO!!!|| How he talks to Penelope and talks about her??? He's canonically super romantic! He's always been a hopeless romantic and it's why he was "picky" about romance/marriage propositions before Penelope. anytime someone had a crush on him, he's not feeling it. He just fucks with them.

He's almost genuinely offended in a way, especially if they have barely spoken. Saying you want to hang out is fine as the friendship he's down for and you're safe as long as you don't flirt with him basically. But flirting or offering something??

A princess is now afraid of her woods because he pranked her to make her think it's haunted. Another young prince got set up related to Palamedes and was chased by geese up a tree. He has a reputation of being a BITCH. Part of the reason why Penelope is so fucking skeptical when he's all like "Please marry me!!! PLEASE!!! I'll do anything!!! I really genuinely want to marry you!!!". it's because of his asshole reputation to people who have crushes on him. He's a hopeless romantic from watching his parents interact and all the stories he's been told.

Irony is Penelope is the same as he is, so she treats him the same way. :'D What goes around comes around.

He often lies and says that Heracles is his favorite myth but Penelope gets him to admit it's actually PSYCHE'S myth that's his favorite. The going through hardships because you're so devoted??? 👀 Because you wish to reunite with your most important person/people??? RINGING ANY BELLS!!!!

ANYWAYS. They start talking and Diomedes talks about being aroace (different terms obviously) and Odysseus is so happy. There's someone out there like him! He always blamed his boar scar injury for why he is the way he is. (Post I made going into that) But now there's someone out there like him!

He already considers Diomedes a good friend/rival at this point so they have a bit of something. It gets to the point where they kiss. Mostly for Odysseus as he's never had one before and Diomedes was like "Well, we can always see if you feel something, and then stop." (he smooch Sthenelus but they have a QPR)

Odysseus is...neutral. About their kiss. This is what people freak out about? (I know Ancient Greece was openly affectionate. This is a mouth kiss and also, let me be dumb) He's just sitting, thinking.

Odysseus: "But...You're supposed to feel something?" Diomedes: Yeah? Kissing means you feel each others lips. It feels nice. Shows you care, you know? Odysseus: No, I mean where is bubbling emotions? What about all the songs and poems? Diomedes, being AroAce, younger, and genuinely not meaning to be insensitive and trying to simply tease: They're just poems, Odysseus. You just feel happy but it's none of the fancy words. I think you're making a big deal about this. I mean your lips are fucking chapped and you're a bad kisser but I still liked it, dude. It was still nice, right?"

Diomedes tries to say it as something playful and just messing around as I have a headcanon that Odysseus bites his lips a LOT. Just out of habit and as a (bad) fidget. But Odysseus is just...upset. This was supposed to be ROMANTIC! >:( Why would you say that?!?! He is embarrassed as this was supposed to be his first romantic kiss. :'(

Odysseus, being a hothead with no impulse control with rejection sensitivity, fucking bites Diomedes. Diomedes is ofc, confused and upset and then they just start fighting. Actually needing to be separated by others.

They don't see each other for a while....

They end up seeing each other again some while later. (probably some sort of competition) Where they apologize... but Odysseus still just... doesn't like Diomedes. Even though he knows HE'S the stupid one. Odysseus is prideful. Diomedes just reminds him of an extremely embarrassing, vulnerable moment where HE screwed up and he hates that..."Anytime I see him, I feel like wanna throw mud at him." Diomedes didn't do anything truly wrong but Odysseus is an unreliable narrator

They see each other again during the Suitors of Helen and Odysseus is kind of nervous what Diomedes will do as "Don't fuck this up for me, Son of Tydeus"

Diomedes is actually nice about it. He's happy for Odysseus. He's actually not too bothered by everything unlike Odysseus who holds grudges forever.

Diomedes: "So uh…dude." Odysseus: "What the fuck do you want? 🙄" Diomedes: "You like that daughter of Icarius, yeah? She's like, a naiad, right?" Odysseus, already clenching his fist in case he has to punch him: "…YEah." Diomedes, realizing he's fucked but continues anyways: "…Do you like her because she has sharp teeth?" Odysseus: "??? Not specifically?? Dude, what the fuck are you on about?" Diomedes: "…Well since you bit me when we kissed I didn't know if you were into it or somethin-" gets decked another fight breaks out between them

They are toxic 🤗 Odysseus is Diomedes' bully most of the time. Shoving him into lockers, gum in hair, He's an ASSHOLE. They kind of care about each other, but it has to be from a distance.

#Mad rambles #YAY!!!#Thank you!!!#anon #I don't actually know for sure who you are :P #Know I love you anon!#ask #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #diosthe #toxic exes

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dorkydiaz · 10 months

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TEASE TIDBIT TUESDAY tagged by @hippolotamus who me, having a new WIP?? only time will tell if i actually publish it 🫣🤪 for not the first time, the author attempts to write angst for their first fic for a ship hehehehe, it's been nice getting back to my roots :P TW for small mentions of gun violence

“Travel is prohibited for all members of the royal family at this time.” Henry just stares at him, dumbfounded, the numbness encroaching from every edge. “This was an assassination attempt. We do not know who could be targeted next. The Family’s safety is our top priority at this time.” Henry is going to be sick. “Frankly, the only person’s safety I care about was compromised the moment someone decided to open fire on the streets of Washington DC this evening.” The words are sharp enough to kill if that was Henry's nature.

tagging @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @santadiazz and anyone else who wants to share!

#tease tidbit tuesday #untitled firstprince angst

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nostalgiabones · 11 months

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In my Sunday night feels & reflecting on the past two weeks & thinking about how incredibly grateful I am to have experienced 4 5sos shows, to have travelled to two new countries & to have done all of this with some of my closest friends who I met on this website 🥲 this tour was beyond incredible & I genuinely had not felt happiness like I did at these shows in a very long time 🥲

It’s so beyond insane that even two weeks ago I hadn’t met @highscal in person, we’d been texting for like a year maybe? But our first in person experience together was the Manchester show which was very fitting & now we’ve been to Prague together and to think we only just met irl is so wild because it feels like we’ve known each other forever. Nat I’m so grateful for you & our friendship & I love you so much, so happy we got to do this tour together (and all the unhinged show moments 🤪👹)

I just feel so emotional about the whole thing as I would not be the person I am today without this band and these people, I literally owe so much of myself and my life to them & I know 13 year old me seeing 5sos for the first time supporting 1D would be so excited if she knew all of the adventures we’d be going on because of them, and all the friends we’d make along the way 🥹

(also can’t believe we got to hear English Love Affair live twice in 2023 & Out of My Limit in soundcheck, what is going on)

5SOS forever ❤️‍🔥

@mashtonasfuck @pxrxmoore 🫶🏼

#waaaah I can’t believe it’s over already #love you all so much & had the best time doing these shows together 🥲#god I’d literally rather do anything but go back to work tomorrow lol #🥲🥲🥲🥹🥹🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼#the 5sos show #friends #5sos shows

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kinkandkreep · 1 year

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Connor Kenway: Celebratory Birthday Headcanons- Part 1

A/N: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, I MISSED CON-CON MAN’S BIRTHDAAAAAYYYY. 😭 😭 Connor my love I am so sorry. I love Ratonhnhaké:ton sooooooo much, he was the protagonist that introduced me to the Assassin’s Creed series and frankly he’s the only character I really care about (outside of Kaniehti:io, love her, what a Queen). So, to celebrate what I believe is his 267th birthday that just passed on the 4th, we’re gonna be doin’ some relationship headcanons for him today! Yay! There will be several versions of these headcanons, a whopping 4 /just/ off the top of my head. I’ll be sure to label them and inform you all which is which as I go. That said, I hope you enjoy!

(Babeh I sat up here and called it the RED Willow Tree wit my whole chest. 🙃😂 It's the GREAT Willow, I am such a fake fan. 😭)

(But naaaaaw, wayment. I'm re-watchin' a playthrough of TOKW and Con-Con man also said RED Willow so I'ma stick wit dat. 😂)

Yandere TOKW!Connor Relationship Headcanons:

This au’s iteration of Yandere!Connor is slightly sadistic, possessive and monopolizing

He wants you all to himself, all of the time

And if he plays a little rough sometimes, well, that’s just par for the course of being with someone so strong and powerful and unstable 🙃

Yandere!TOKW!Connor has indeed become seduced by the power of the Apple, his lust aided by the Great Willow Tree’s influence

For this particular set of headcanons, we’ll split it into two separate sections: Yandere!Connor with only the power of the Great Willow Tree and Yandere!Connor with the combined strength of the Apple and the GWT

Yan-Con with only the GWT’s Influence:

As Connor continues to embark on Sky Journeys, he begins to feel this strange sense of entitlement

Even with Washington possessing the Apple, and subsequently heralding its power, it’s still safe to say that Connor is the strongest human (?) man at that point

And his strength and powers only become more prominent the further down the rabbit hole he travels

I imagine that Connor is eventually familiar enough with his abilities that he can manipulate several at once, switch between them rapidly and take decreased or even negligible damage from using them over time

Once he’s mastered that, he’s nigh-unstoppable and while influenced by the power of the tree, he’s more than willing to use that power to his advantage

And yes, that means even on you

But don’t get it twisted!

GWT Yan-Con does love you

He loves you so, so much in fact, that he’s keeps you under his proverbial (and literal, with the power of the eagle) wing at all times

You are forbidden from traveling anywhere without him and you definitely cannot join him on his Sky Journeys

Seriously, don’t even think about asking him unless you want him to fly (haha, eagle power 🤪) into an overprotective rage

Using his wolf ability and the power of the eagle, Yan-Con likes to sneak up on you sometimes to scare you

He finds it increasingly amusing to see your eyes, even if only for a moment, widen in fear and surprise, then relax, but only slightly, once you realize it’s just him

He also uses his abilities to spy on you, to ensure you aren’t doing anything silly like, oh I dunno, trying to escape him

Not that you ever could, which is something you both are well aware of, but he just likes to know you’re being a good girl and behaving yourself

Though you aren’t allowed to travel without him, RWT Yan-Con does like to take you out with him during his excursions on the Aquila

If you get seasick/motion sick though…..sorry?

Prior to defeating Washington however, he keeps you locked up tight, out of fear that you might be A.) found and B.) subsequently caught up in Washington’s madness

His temper, while already fairly short, is shortened even further, and his patience becomes increasingly thin

He tries not to expose you to either though, out of concern that you may grow to fear him more than you love him

I mean, he’s fine with you fearing him, you should, you’ve seen how powerful he is after all

But he wants you to love him above all else

And care for him, and dote on him, and rub him down when he’s had a long day spilling blood and keeping you safe

In essence, he feels that you should adore him

Just the same as he adores you

Yan-Con with Apple and GWT influence:

Woo boi, do you have quite the task at hand sis 😃

That task being tolerating taking care of King!Connor, who wields both the power of the Apple and the Great Willow Tree

This iteration of Connor is all that other stuff I just mentioned, but like, taken up to an 11

That initial nagging sense of entitlement has morphed into full blown expectancy that you will love and obey and, again, dote on him

Funnily enough, because he now, for sure, is the strongest human (?) man and everyone knows his authority and power are absolute, he allows you to roam about freely

After all, no one in their right mind is going to even think about messing with the Queen

He also is able to send his wolf pack to simultaneously trail and guard you but you don’t need to know that 🙃

Something that’s also quite interesting is that, because Connor has the power of the Great Willow Tree, and thus has already been well exposed to the allure of an otherworldly power, he is able to remain fairly lucid whilst wielding the Apple, and can actually use it’s power for the good of others and still send a message to all that he is supreme

While I can’t say that either of these iterations of Yan-Con would never hurt you intentionally, because, well, they would, but they wouldn’t ever do anything serious or leave any permanent scars

Scratches and love bites though, those are fair game

Speaking of scratches and love bites

What are these iterations of Yan-Con like in bed?

Boy am I glad you asked 😃

King!Yan-Con handles you in bed just like the wild animal he now is

I’m talkin’ the aforementioned scratches and love bites, lots of filthy dirty talk and rough hands manhandling you into all his favorite positions

Which include cowgirl (reverse and normal) and doggystyle 😁

The man also loves to eat you out

He could spend hours between your legs, just savoring the taste of you

He’s obsessed, let’s be totally honest here

In terms of size he’s about 8 inches lengthwise and about an inch and a half thick, slightly curved with 2-3 prominent veins

His hands are surprisingly soft and well-kept, especially now since he’s a king and is duly pampered

(He makes you bathe him, or at the least, bath with him btw)

He can also be loving and gentle

Every now and then 🙃

His newly acquired wild instincts just usually take control of him

But when he is in the mood to love on you the right way, his voice and touches become softer, his words less scathing and built body doesn’t seem as imposing

It’s nice, you have to admit, and because- regardless of how he decides to bed you- he always gives you mind blowing orgasms, you can’t decide which side of him you like more 🤔

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