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k2ntoss · 3 months

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im quite literally in class rn but the jason brain rot is going so strong, so all i can think of is trying to convince Jay to stay home from patrol for just one(1) night because he's working too hard

like you barely see him anymore cuz he's either out running around as Red Hood or passed the fuck out in bed throughout the day, and just having enough of it and just like, getting down and giving him the absolute best head of his life to convince him to stay in (and he does, but only because he's literally physically unable to afterwards, like legs shaky and eyes glazed over, maybe just a little bit subby too?) ughhh god i need him so baddd 😭

- your friendly neighbourhood 🦊

after too many days i'm back, i've been too low on inspiration and i hate that but i read again this today while i was at work and i GIGGLED TOO HARD, 🦊 noonie i'm gonna find you (and kiss your brain) soooo as an apology for being off a few days, here we have a slightly long smutty thing with my sweet pretty boy jay <3

it's been probably over a month since jason only came back home to pass out on the bed, he barely woke up to eat something and do one or another stuff, even bruce was a bit worried about his health but he didn't pushed on it further.

once again night falls and jay is getting all geared up on your room, tactical pants, boots and that black compression shirt that always made your mouth water on when you came in, a small pout on your lips at the sight of your too tired boyfriend "jay... you look like you could use a night off" your voice is soft and so tempting for jason, because the idea of cuddling next to you and rest seemed to be what he needed more than anything.

"princess, you know i can't do that" jason sighs, there's a glimpse of want on his eyes and it's everything your brain needs to come up with a method to convince him and you are 90% sure it will work so it takes you less than a second to walk to him, letting yourself fall to the floor right between his legs.

the sight from that point is even more encouraging because jason looks so much intimidating like that, even when he frowns totally confused at your actions "but you work way too much, jay" and he knows what you're up too so his look changes from questioning to warning and oh, if it doesn't turn you on more because you know that you have the power to turn him into a puddle "you can stay home tonight, i can call dick to tell him you're sick and that you need to rest" your head lays on his thigh as one of your hand traces softly his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs while your eyes look into his.

"sweetheart, i can't do that–" jason starts, he sounds like he's having the hardest time of his life trying to tell you 'no' and it is as your fingers start to undo the buttons of his pants and his belt, caressing him over his boxers and feeling him reacting to your touch. there's a soft growl that escapes his lips, making you sit properly on your knees and looking up at your boyfriend for him to give into your (and his) needs just for him to move so you can pull his pants down enough to see his cock grow harder under your subtle strokes.

"you need to rest, at least one night" there's that pout on your lips again and that innocent tone that he doesn't buy because how could he when you start to slide your hand under his boxers and smile when his hard shaft is completely at your mercy, hand going up and down before you lean in to press a playful kiss on his tip, it sends a jolt through his spine and he can't help the low moan that slips past his lips when your tongue traces his length before taking the head between your lips.

it's always easy for jason to get lost on how good you make him feel, even when it comes to the times he needs to do something important so here he is, one of his hands on the back of your head while you suck slowly on him not taking in too much, your hand traces the veins on the bottom of his cock before stroking it "god damn, baby... you look so good on your knees for me" his voice is hoarse and he tries to pull you down on him just to be met with a playful look from you.

"c'mon, let me do this by myself" you speak, your lips shiny as you smile at jason, his dick pressed against your cheek and he nods "that's a good boy" and the way he swallows hard makes you chuckle before your mouth wraps around his shaft. jason keeps his hands next to his legs, the way you called him a good boy made him feel like he could cum just with your touch but it would have been pretty pathetic so he holds back. his eyes are fixed on the way your head bobs, the lewd noises your mouth makes everytime his head touches your throat and he has to resist the urge to fuck your face.

there's a pop that comes out of your lips when you let go of his cock, hand still fisted around him while you pull down the front of your sleeveless top, tits spilling out for him to look. the moan that escapes his lips is unholy when you put his dick between your breasts, tongue playing with his slit while you stroke him like that and he feels in heaven "you look so good like that, baby..." your words are sweet, he loves the way it feels because he could melt right there and it's what he needs to forget about anything else. he whimpers at the second you smirk, pulling away to grab hold of him and spitting on his shaft before taking it into your mouth again, this time sucking and licking on it with more urge.

you can feel him throb on your tongue, making you pull away again "such a pretty boy, aren't you? need to cum, baby? go ahead, good boys deserve to be rewarded" you coo him right before your mouth is wrapping him again and he can't help it this time, thrusting into your throat in a needy move before you can feel him shooting his load in a whiny moan, he looks so pretty like that and it makes you want to keep making him squirm.

it takes you nothing to stand up and go sit on his lap, his body trembles under your touch and the load you've been holding on your mouth falls over your tits when you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before you pull his head towards your breasts "feel better now, baby?" you ask with a small smirk when jason hums in response, his mouth too busy on one of your nipples as he sucks while looking at you from under his eyelashes, pretty green eyes glazed as he whines softly "wanna stay home for tonight?"

"yes, mommy..." he can barely speak without sounding too slurred from how tired he felt from all the extra work and the head you just gave him.

"fine, i'll call dick to tell him you're sick"

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 7 months

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"you act like you just saw a Ghost."

"all your games, all your lies"

synopsis// satoru gojo is horrible at pranks.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn! reader

word count// 1.3k

contents// the prank in question is playing dead, maybe borderline hurt/comfort?, angst maybe but regardless there's a happy ending?

notes// this is how im coping. gege is just punking us that's all. i also just thought this was such a stupid oneshot idea i love it i think im such a fucking comedian for this. but this is kinda (very) half-assed... anywho it was inspired by the song ghost by fefe dobson (dont play with me rn.)

"Satoru, I'm home!”

When you get no response, you find yourself gazing about your eerily empty home. You hum to yourself. Odd. Satoru usually greets you right at the door.

“Satoru?” You call out again, trying to ignore how your anxiety rises as you slowly enter your bedroom.

Red immediately floods your vision; it’s everywhere. It’s on the walls, it’s on the bedsheets, it’s on the floor—there’s practically no place left untouched by the liquid. You swallow harshly and make a point to not step into the liquid that seems a little too similar to blood for comfort, albeit the task is to no avail because it's everywhere.

“Sato-“

Your voice dies in your throat the minute you see him on the ground. Satoru is laying there lifeless, covered in blood. There's no rise or fall of his chest, only an empty, vacant stare in his glossed-over eyes. You freeze. For far longer than you should have.

This isn't real.

This can't be.

There's no way Satoru is laying here dead, in a puddle of his own blood. You inhale harshly, not even aware you were holding your breath in the first place, as you drop down to your knees and crawl the rest of your way toward him, oblivious to the fact that you're now coated in just as much blood as he is. The moment you're by his side, It all hits you at once. Holy shit, Satoru is laying here in a puddle of his fucking blood. You hesitantly shake him.

“Satoru?”

You wait a second to see if he’ll say anything or do anything—even a twitch of his fingers would suffice, but nothing.

"Satoru, please,” you say, desperation flooding your voice as you shake him harder.

When nothing happens again, you shake him once more, but this time you don't stop. You simply keep shaking him, hoping that if you shake him hard enough, he’ll do something to prove he’s still alive.

"Satoru, this isn't funny." Your breathing is labored as panic fully seeps into your veins. "Satoru, wake the fuck up!” You slap his face, only for his head to merely loll to the side.

And that was the last straw. Suddenly you're thrown into a sob so violent it racks your whole body, shaking as you can do nothing but rest your head on his chest and sob for him to wake up, to stop messing around because this isn't funny, to just please wake up, yet he doesn't. You don't notice how his chest is starting to contract; you're sobbing so hard that you think it's just you who’s making him move, when suddenly a loud choke of laughter rings in your ears. You sit up immediately, still ugly-crying as you look down at Satoru, who is currently finding something absolutely hilarious.

Oh, you’ve lost it.

You’ve actually lost it; here you are hallucinating that your dead boyfriend is laughing.

Satoru wipes imaginary tears from his eyes. “Oh my god,” he says between laughs, “you should’ve seen your face!”

You blink at him, tears still freely flowing, as you lean back down and place your head against his chest.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Satoru goes stiff but does as he’s told, and when you can hear his heart beating rhythmically, thumping perfectly fine as all hearts should, you grow cold, like maybe you’re the one who was actually dead a few seconds ago. You sit back up.

“Gonna tell me what you were doing now or-“

His sentence is interrupted by you abruptly standing up and screeching in a fit of anger, or maybe more so, betrayal, “You fucking asshole!”

Satoru, clearly taken aback, scrambles to stand up along with you, holding his hands out in front of him placatingly. "Woah, woah, babe, calm down-"

“Calm down?” You snap, staring at him with an animosity he’s never seen from you before. "Don't tell me to calm down when I thought you were just fucking dead!”

He sheepishly glances down at the fake blood-covered floor. “It was just a prank..."

“Fuck you!” And you snap, thrown head first into another sobbing fit, wrapping your arms around yourself in a pitiful attempt to comfort yourself while you babble incoherently: "I don't—I can't."

Satoru’s heart breaks right inside his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever regretted anything more than his stupid idotic antics right now. He can't bear to see you like this; this might actually kill him. He can't take it. He can't take knowing that he’s the entire reason you're in this state in the first place. He takes a step closer, opening his arms up to hug you, and you flinch away from him the moment you notice.

"Don't touch me, Satoru.”

Satoru frowns, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the burning sensation of rejection that encompasses him whole. He thinks—no, he knows—that whatever he could say right now wouldn't help, but maybe giving you some space will, so he steps back and clears his throat. "I'm gonna go shower.”

You sniffle and turn away from him, brusquely waving him off. “Do whatever you want."

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Satoru walks out of the bathroom with one towel in hand, drying his hair, and finds you sitting on the edge of the bed. He can’t help but notice the new sheets laid out and how the room is squeaky clean, quickly realizing you were left with the unfortunate task of cleaning up the last remaining remnants of his prank as he showered. You finally notice him in the doorway, but you hardly even spare him a glance.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks as he makes his way toward you, tossing the towel on the floor before taking a seat next to you.

“You’re an asshole.”

"I know, I'm sorry,” he mumbles as he subtly scoots in closer toward you, and when you don’t bother moving away, he draws you into his arms, your back to his chest as he places his head on your shoulder. "I just wanted to play a prank on you.”

You stay stiff, refusing the innate need to melt into him. “You’re horrible at pranks.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles, "I know that now.”

You hum curtly, ignoring the shivers down your spine—though your resolve is very quickly turning nonexistent, you’ve never been anything but putty in his hands.

Satoru places chaste kisses against your neck, murmuring, “How long are you gonna torture me for?”

“Till you've thought about your actions.”

He pulls away from you and twists your body around so that you’re face-to-face. “I have! I thought about them the whole time in the shower.” He leans in and nudges his nose with yours, whispering, "I'm sorry.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment before sighing, your entire body sagging in relief as you finally give in to your desires and close the distance between you two. Satoru, overjoyed with the fact you’re kissing him, can’t help but return the favor with vigor. Each kiss is followed by him mumbling, "I'm sorry," and it goes on for god knows how long—though you don’t really care, you just care that he is alive, that he is kissing you, that he is here, and it was just a very poor, poor prank that hopefully he’ll never do again—no, a prank you’ll make sure he never does again. You take back the initiative and kiss him deeply, taking his bottom lip between your teeth that has a whine escaping Satoru’s mouth before it transforms into a full-on wince of pain from you biting him.

He pulls away abruptly, his fingers darting up to cradle his bottom lip. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

You stare up at him innocently, even going as far as tilting your head to the side like you’ve done nothing wrong at all—though your facade is quickly shattered when you lean back in and Satoru instinctively leans back, but you grab him by the back of his neck, forcing his head in place harshly, whispering through a menacing smile, “If you ever pull something like that again, Satoru Gojo, I will personally make sure that you die by my hands.”

“…Noted.”

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cinnamostar · 3 months

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ethereality

pairing : felix x gn!reader

summary : early mornings with your boyfriend

wc : 913

cw : fluff, mentions of insecurities, just rambling abt being in love idk, not proofread

a/n : i got very inspired by the book im reading rn so i wrote this lil thing in an hour lol let me know what you think!! likes + reblogs appreciated <3

You lay next to your boyfriend, Felix, who was flat on his back with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’re laying on your side, pressing against him with a leg over his as the morning light creeps behind the curtains, coloring Felix’s face in an iridescent glow. Days like this were your favorite, where it was only you, Felix, and the quiet early mornings that lazed around with you til one of you decided it was time to get up.

Your eyes study Felix’s features, drinking up each detail of him for the millionth time as he scrolls through whatever social media app caught his attention today. His eyes were dark as the universes’ vast skies, yet they were not void of life or hope, his eyes gleaming as if God stepped down and personally hung the stars in his coffee eyes. It was as if his freckles were each gingerly placed down with the tender and steady hand of a painter, one whose precision and attention to detail you thanked every day for blessing you with this angelic sight, one your earthly eyes would never be able to fully appreciate. He was too grand for any being on this planet, not even those with the finest tastes and have witnessed all the luxuries of the world would ever understand just how artisanal he was.

Your fingers trace down his cheekbones, eyes wandering just below his jaw where an emerald vein glowed beneath his skin, just like a photograph of lightning striking down. It was silly, you thought to yourself, it was silly to have found yourself so hopelessly in love with a boy that now you couldn’t help but compare his beauty to the cosmos and world around you. His very being emanated an ethereal energy that you wish you could compare to, one you alway felt you constantly felt short to, but you prayed under hushed incantations that you’d be able to bask under it for the rest of your life.

Was it obsessive? Was it almost biblical the way you found yourself revering him? Probably, but you were too lovesick to ever question it, finding yourself trapped in his orbit, though you wouldn’t have it any other way. For years, scholars in the olden days questioned whether the sun revolved around us, but you quickly found the answer in a matter of seconds the day you met Felix. How pitiful, you thought, all they had to ever do was fall in love to answer that question, but they were too nose deep into their mathematical equations to ever recognize such an obvious truth of life.

“You okay, love?” His deep voice breaks you out of your trance, an amused smile playing onto his lips as he glances down at your lovestruck state.

“Better than okay,” you reply, a flustering heat racing to your cheeks, feeling shy that he had — once again — caught you admiring him.

He drops his phone to his side as he languidly reaches his other arm over you, squeezing you into a tight embrace as he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Can I know what you’re thinking about?” he asks in a hushed whisper, his lips next to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

A soft chuckle escapes you at his sudden affection, only deepening your embarrassment, “Only for a kiss,” you tease, still giggling as he peels his face away from the crook of your neck with a feigned expression of betrayal.

“Oh? I didn’t know my kisses became a form of currency now,” nonetheless, through his candied smile, he leans down to place a loving peck on your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away, “Alright, pay up now. I did my side of the bargain,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes playfully, your heart bursting at its seams, struggling to contain the overwhelming amount of love it was just attacked with. “Fine, fine. I was just admiring how handsome you are. Is that a crime?”

He chuckles shyly under your compliments, his cheeks flushing into a light pink, your words always seem to leave him defenseless. “You’re too kind to me, love,” he replies, a sad undertone seeping through his words. Despite your onslaught of adoration for him, despite how many times you have made it clear to him how irrevocably in love you were, he could never quite understand what you saw in him.

“You deserve no less,” you reply tenderly, your hands running through his hair comfortingly, sensing his insecurities bubble up just by the slight shift in his tone.

“Thank you,” he holds you tighter, his face finding itself in your shoulder once more to avoid your gaze, “I just wish I saw what you saw,” he confesses somberly.

You ponder for a moment, trying to find the right words, “I guess it’s like the sun, baby. The sun is perhaps one of the prettiest things this planet has had the privilege to witness, and it fills our bleak little planet with so much love and life.”

He hums at your words, taking them in before responding, “I think it sucks being the sun sometimes.”

“Hm, why do you say that?”

“The sun can’t see itself,” he thinks aloud, “but I guess at least it gets to see the world around it,” he releases you from his hold, laying once more on his back while looking above, “Like you, like the beauty it has to offer.”

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captainfern · 9 months

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Hi!! I really love your work, your mind and your writing is just so amazing!

I wanted to send a humbler request (if you don’t give or want to do it then pls ignore this~)

Request I had is that Gaz or Price guide a inexperienced reader through a bj/oral felatio? Or if you want to a twist where reader guides the cod men through the process on the reader themselves.

Once again, your work is amazing and you have a wonderful way with words ✨

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader

[“Release” by Timbaland]

[18+]

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• summary - read the request. you make gaz whimper btw lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1.9k • warnings - fem!reader, oral [m!receiving and f!receiving], hella praise, gaz do be whimpering, strong language

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inspired by the concerning amount of whimper audios gracing my tiktok fyp rn

also "oral fellatio" is the fanciest name i've ever heard someone call head lmao

no soft launch for this shit. i'm too horny for this man to fuck around. i just wanna find out

"F-fuck, easy, baby, easy—" Gaz moaned, his hand on the back of your head as he guided your mouth further down his cock. "S'all right, baby, take it easy."

He was responding to you gagging around him as his tip nudged the back of your throat. You had immediately pulled back, and he began petting the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around his tip.

You calmed your breathing, dragging your lips back down his length, saliva pooling out of your mouth and rolling in droplets along a couple of prominent veins.

"There you go... there you go, good girl, baby, doing so good," Gaz breathed, eyes on you, eyelids fluttering. "S-so good, sweetheart. Taking my cock so good."

You looked up at him and made eye contact. No doubt you looked a mess, but he was clearly enjoying himself. You were kneeling between his legs as he sat on the edge of your shared bed, and he was guiding you through head like the best teacher you'd ever had.

"Mmm... wrap your hand around the base, sweetheart," Gaz breathed as your free hands were planted on his thighs. "Come on... ah— g-good, yeah, j-just like that, fuck—"

You took one hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, collecting a good amount of saliva beneath your palm. You squeezed him gently, but tight enough to make his sentence stutter and his hips buck up into your mouth.

"Mmmyeah, baby, just like that," He whimpered, head tossed back momentarily as he let out a breathy moan. "Just like that."

You slowly moved your hand up and down, maintaining pressure, as you took more of his cock into your mouth. You tried to take more, but when the tip rammed the back of your throat, you gagged. Gaz clearly didn't mind— he groaned, twitching in your mouth each time you did so.

The sounds were obscene, too. Wet and slick and loud. Sucking and slurping, making your stomach coil tight with pleasure. Gaz's noises were loud, too— whimpering and whining, incoherent sentences stringing together in pleasure as you sucked his cock.

He was offering you so much praise it was making your face grow hot.

"Such a good girl, sweetheart. Making me feel so good... taking my cock so well," Gaz praised, watching you. He still had a hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you further onto him. "Such a good listener, too. So perfect, baby, fucking hell—"

You forced him further into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as his cock slid down your throat. Your lips pressed to your fist, still gripping his base gently, nose brushing the patch of hair before you pulled yourself back up and repeated the action.

Gaz moaned loudly, panting through a jumble of whines and whimpers. He watched you take more of him, saliva dripping everywhere, wet sounds amplifying. He bucked his hips each time you took him as far as you could go— the vibrations of your light gags making him chew harder on his bottom lip.

Your tongue was heavy and warm on the underside of his cock, and the sensations made his mouth drop open while he watched you with a hand to the back of your head. He was breathing hard— each breath he took mixed with a soft, pleasure-high whimper.

"You're such a good girl for me, baby. My g-good girl— mmm... ah, fuck, baby— y-yeah, fuck, my good girl. All mine." Gaz whimpered softly, making your core ache.

All mine, huh?

You resisted the urge to smile around his cock as you hollowed you cheeks further, more slurping noises eliciting from the sides of your saliva-streaked mouth.

He was twitching in your mouth, and you could practically taste the sudden flood of pre-cum that dripped down the back of your throat. You whined around his cock, the movements of his hips becoming more urgent as he neared his peak.

"Ah... ah... mmmfuck— f-fuck, m'gonna cum, sweetheart," Gaz panted heavily, small whines following. "Gonna cum in— mmm-my god, ah— m'gonna cum in your mouth, sweetheart, you need—"

You knew what he was trying to say through the whimpers and whines and stutters. He wanted you to pull off of his cock so he didn't have to shoot his load into your mouth.

No way.

You hummed stubbornly, teary eyes finding his as you sucked around his tip, before taking him a bit further into your mouth while you pumped the base with your hand. He was almost crying now, pleasure building so harshly inside of him that he thought he might snap.

"Yeah? You wanna swallow?" Gaz asked you between quiet moans, and you tried your best to nod, mouth still stuffed with his cock. You hummed for emphasis, too, making his breath hitch.

"Okay, sweetheart, okay, f-fuck yeah, okay," He babbled, tip slamming against the back of your throat as he held your head steady, fucking his cock into your mouth as he chased his high. "M'gonna— ohmygod, ah— m'gonna—"

He never did finish his sentence.

Gaz cut himself off with a whimpered moan of your name, so pretty falling from his lips. His eyes rolled as he came in your mouth, hand holding your head steady. You choked slightly, shoots dripping down your throat, with some being squeezed out the corners of your mouth where his cock stretched you open.

You carefully pulled off of him, his seed dripping down your chin. You stroked his softening cock gently, making it jerk, still slick with cum and saliva. Gaz released a shaky breath, followed by a whine as he looked down at you with a watery gaze.

"Good girl, baby," he muttered tiredly as you got to your feet and crawled into is lap, straddling him. "Such a good girl for me."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he watched you as you swallowed and then stuck your tongue out at him. He smiled slyly, leaning forward to press his tongue to yours. You let out a high-pitched sound of amusement from the back of your throat, before you kissed him. His hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer.

You kissed for a while, sloppy and wet and the noisiest you've probably ever kissed. Every so often, he'd pause the movements of his lips to let his mouth hang agape, panting and whimpering into your mouth as you kissed him. Your hands explored the rigid muscles along his upper back and shoulders, your hips grinding down onto him, his cock growing hard again.

You pulled out of the kiss, a thick string of saliva connected the both of your tongues. It broke when you smiled and laughed.

Gaz nudged his nose against yours, trying to chase the kiss, but you leaned back, vulpine smile on your lips.

"Mm... Gaz?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He was still trying to kiss you.

You giggled, turning your head away. He took the opportunity to latch his mouth to the junction of your jaw, sucking the soft skin. He peppered kisses down your neck as you spoke again.

"Want you to return the favour." You said jokingly, and you felt him smile against your neck.

"Gladly." He said, and proceeded to stand up with you in his arms. You withheld a squeal of surprise as he spun the both of you around and dumped you on the bed. You bounced as he clambered after you, dragging you by the ankles closer to him, so he could wiggle your soaked underwear away from your core.

He exhaled a breath as he flung your underwear away, eyes locked to your glistening core.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked," he commented, almost breathless, leaning forward and swiping a finger up your slit. "You... you got this worked up from sucking my cock?"

The question sounded as though he was genuinely surprised.

You bit your lip, smiling down at him. "Mhm."

"Jesus... fuck."

"Love the sounds you make," you whisper at him, watching as he laid on his stomach and settled himself between your legs. "You sound so pretty, Gaz."

He groaned, leaning his head against your thigh. "Fucking Christ, sweetheart, you can't be saying that to me."

"Why not?"

"I'll... fuck sakes... I'll come in my bloody bedsheets, honestly."

You giggled, wiggling your hips as an invitation. He got the hint, and pressed forward, his warm breath fanning across your dripping cunt. You moaned at the heat alone, hips inclining further towards his mouth.

Gaz moved his mouth away from you, ever so slightly. "Tell me how you want it."

You moaned loudly. "Gaz—"

"Tell me," he whispered. "You want my fingers first, baby? Or d'you just want my mouth?"

"Mouth, fuck, please—" You keened desperately, and he gave in with a chuckle.

He delicately kissed from your sopping cunt, up your folds, until he reached your clit, which he drew into his mouth. He made you sob out as he released it with a slick pop, before he was dragging his tongue back down your folds.

You instantly reached down to place a hand near the crown of his head. As his tongue circled your fluttering cunt, you pushed his head further into you, your bucking hips meeting the movement halfway. He moaned as you pushed him into you, his tongue making contact with your wet hole, his nose pressed taut to your clit. Your entire body shivered, a whine leaving your lips.

"No teasing, Gaz," you groaned as his tongue stilled inside you. "Faster."

He hummed a deep laugh against your core before he picked up his movements once more. His tongue firm inside you, making you squirm against the bedsheets, holding his face deeper to you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, back arching as you sobbed. Pleasure was quickly building inside of you.

"Just like that, Gaz, please—" you begged. "Feel's so good."

If Gaz had a tail, it would be wagging.

He grunted softly into your core, fucking his tongue as deep as it could go while he gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. You were so needy, so fucking wet that the entire lower half of his face was slick with your arousal. But he wasn't complaining— not when you urged his face closer and closer into you until his nose was pressing hard against your puffy clit.

You moaned again. The sounds Gaz eliciting from you were heavenly, a complete juxtaposition from the pornographic sucking and licking filling the quiet room.

"So good, Gaz, feel's so good. Gonna cum..." you drawled, voice airy.

Gaz hummed again, ensuring his tongue was deep inside you so that the vibrations stimulated your core. It worked by the way your thighs clamped tighter around his head. Gaz's cock jumped at that.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum," you whined, legs trembling around Gaz's head. "Mm-fuck— such a good boy, Gaz, fuck— feels so fucking good—"

Gaz moaned into your cunt, really fucking loudly, as you came. The sound rung in your ears as your back arched and you came into his mouth, his tongue still stuffed inside you. His hands tightened around your thighs, keeping your legs still, as he fucked you through your orgasm, grunting and whimpering into your core.

After a moment, and once your body trembles had subsided, Gaz pulled away. Your face immediately grew hot as you caught sight of his face— the lower half completely drenched, glistening.

Gaz licked his lips.

You laughed. "Good?"

"You have no bloody idea."

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#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #fem reader #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz smut #cod smut #gaz mw2 #gaz x female reader #gaz x reader #cod mw2 #captain'stimbaland

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yelenasdiary · 10 months

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Yes sorry. So if it’s going to be adhd maybe in a meeting reader doesn’t catch up with the explanation of the mission and it fails?? So the commander (make it an OC so we don’t hate anyone) is disappointed and blames reader and punishment (yk) later her girlfriend(s) and the avengers (or the ones that know you can choose) defend her and comfort her? I don’t know I’m not very inspired rn so if you want to save this request for later it’s completely fine.❤️❤️❤️

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We're a Team, A Family!

Pairing: WandaNat x ADHD! Reader

Summary: After a mission goes wrong, you are blamed and punished for it, leaving your girlfriends to take care of you for a little misunderstanding.

Translation: moya lyubov (my love),

OG Ask: Yayyy tomorrow I will congratulate you! And for a request i loved your wanda x adhd!reader so if you could do another neurodivergent reader with Wanda/Nat/Wandanat (you choose) and really angsty but happy ending? ❤️❤️

AC: So sorry it took me a while to get around to this request, please remember that I do not have ADHD myself so I can never fully understand the struggles that come with having it. I write this based of research and if I have said anything wrong or misunderstood anything, please let me know. I hope you enjoy this x

You racked your brain for what exactly your boss, Michael or, Mick for short, was basically yelling at you for. A mission that only now made sense to you, failed. A simple job, in an out kind of mission that during the mission run down just simply just went over your head. It was your fault, all you can remember is that your mind was running what felt like a million miles per second and was clouded with the excitement of going on a movie date with your girlfriends, Wanda and Natasha.

"You're suspending from any missions for two weeks!" Mick snapped, you swore you could see the vein in the middle of his forehead, he was mad. "But sir!" you tried to plead, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise!" you added but the man shook his head, "once is one too many times! What happens is something more serious happened? What if somebody died?! What if you died?!" He looked at you, dead in the eyes. "I won't risk it. Two weeks of desk duty, that's final!" he added.

You left his office with a sigh, trying to hold back your tears as you made your way back to your room. Mick had only been on the team as the new leader for a few months and you couldn't help but feel that he didn't understand that sometimes things can be a little tricky for you. He knew you had ADHD but still, he refused to make sure that you were okay and instead it's like that detail about you slipped his mind.

Wanda walked into the room with a soft smile, she had just gotten back from a shopping trip with Maria to get groceries for the compound when she saw you under the covers sobbing quietly to yourself.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Wanda asked in a soft tone, gently pulling the covers back to see that you'd been crying for longer than 5 minutes. "Oh, love" she added when you looked at her, tears soaking your face as you sat up. Wanda wasted no time in shuffling next to you and wrapping her arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your temple. "What's going on?" she asked in a gentle tone.

"It's mick. He's put me on desk duty for the mission that south" you replied just as Natasha walked into the room, her happy expression quickly turning to concern the moment she saw you in tears wrapped in Wanda's arms. Instantly, she doesn't care whatever was on her mind as she joined Wanda and sat on the other side beside you.

"What's with the tears darling?" she asked, gently taking one of your hands and stroking your knuckles with her thumb.

"Mick is pissed with me because of the last mission, my mind was everywhere during the mission rundown, and I didn't catch everything that was said. Because of that and the mission failing, he's put me on desk duty for two weeks!" you explained, tears of anger quickly filled your eyes once more as Wanda gently stroked you back for comfort.

This wasn't the first time Mick had brought tears to your eyes and Natasha had had enough of the new leader's harshness towards you. Nat sent a look to Wanda as to say she was going to have her own set of words with the man while Wanda would stay and look after you.

"It'll be okay moya lyubov" Natasha placed a kiss on the top of your hand, "I'm going to go get some of your favourite snacks, is there anything you would like?" she asked. She knew if she told you what she was really going off to do that you would stop her and tell her you didn't need her to fight your battles for you. "Some ice cream? Please?" You looked at your girlfriend who just smiled softly and nodded before making her way out of the room.

Nat made her way to the compounds living room where Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor and Bruce sat around talking about things the red head didn't care about. "We've got to talk to Michael!" she announced, nothing but the need to protect you filled her mind.

"What's he done now?" Bruce asked.

Natasha explained the situation from what you had told her and instantly the men's moods switched. They weren't happy with the way Mick had treated you and agreed with Natasha that something had to change. Not another minute was wasted before the six avengers made their way down the hall to Micks office.

Meanwhile, Wanda was made to get your tears to come to a stop as she kept you close to her, stroking your back and telling you sweet nothings while you waited for Natasha to return with your comfort food. "I just wish he would be a little more understanding" you sighed as Wanda gently wiped the tears from your cheeks. "I know sweetheart, he will, trust me" she replied with a soft smile.

"Mick, we need to talk!" Natasha spoke with sternness as she and the others welcomed themselves into the leader's office. The man looked up from the documents in front of him and placed his pen down. "I don't want to hear it Natasha" he spoke.

"I don't care. You will hear it. You need to back off on Y/n! They're doing their best, they're a great avenger, they help keep this team together! You upset them, you upset us, all of us! Now, I know you've only been here for a short amount of time, but this is a family. We don't treat one another like crap, we understand each other, and we help on another. So whatever you have against Y/n stops now!"

"Natasha, you need to understand that without punishment, nobody around here is going to learn. Y/n messed up big time and I refuse to have somebody on this team die because they are incapable of listening to some important information!" Michael rose from his seat, looking Natasha in the eyes.

"And you need to understand that you're not like us" Tony stepped forward, "you don't understand what it is we do. Shield sent you to watch over us and I get that but none of us like you, none of us want you here. Truth be told, none of us listen to you, we make our own plans, we work as a team. One too many times have you upset Y/n and we are all over it" he adds.

Michael's eyes scanned the room as he saw there was no winning, he hated his job, less drama the better the thought. "Fine, but if this happens again, I'm speaking to nick!" He slumped himself down in his seat in defeat.

"Considering Nick saved Y/n and brought them to us; I don't think he's going to side you either" Natasha smirked before leaning slightly forward to make sure Michael was listening to her next words. "If you upset my girlfriend or anybody else on this team again, I promise you that you won't make it home to your pathetic little life. Do I make myself clear"

With a sigh and defeated nod, Michael understood and made a mental promise to himself to get a transfer before it was too late. The others left his office proud of themselves, after months of wanting to get rid of him, they believe they finally did it.

"Is Y/n okay?" Steve asked as they walked back to the living room.

"After I get them some ice cream, I think they'll be okay" Natasha smiled softly.

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Later that night you were in bed, cuddled up closely to your girlfriends while picking at the takeout that was ordered while the three of you watched trashy movies that made you forget how upset you were today. Wanda twirled with your hair while Natasha drew random shapes on your shoulder.

Usually, you would be the first to fall asleep but to both you and Natasha's surprise, it was Wanda. Her soft snores made you and Nat smile softly to one another before Nat made sure the three of you were covered by the covers. "Thank you, Nat" you spoke ever so softly, not wanting to wake Wanda.

"For what cutie?" Nat smiled softly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"You know what" you playfully raised a brow at her, "for talking to Mick" you added.

Natasha gently brushed her thumb over your cheek, "nobody has the right to make you feel the way you did today, nobody. Mistakes happen and I know you would never intentionally put any of us in danger. I think Mick will be gone before the end of the week and if not, if he ever upsets my love ever again, he knows what's to come. Get some rest, we'll do something fun tomorrow to really help forget about today" she smiled softly once more at you before gently pressing her lips against yours.

#wandanat #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natahsa romanoff #natahsa romanoff x reader #avengers #marvel #fanfiction

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yunjardi · 2 years

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sex express

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[pairing: stranger.jake x fem.reader]

[warnings: smut [mdni], making out, public sex, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex [wrap b4 u tap pls], handjob, slut is used once i think, strangers to ???, almost getting caught lol [i think that's all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything]

pls don't fuck random people LOL

[quick a/n: to give you guys an idea of the setting, think of this train as one that has the interior of the one from polar express LMFAO yeah like one of those rail car trains. but anyway, this also takes place during the winter because i really need winter vibes to be injected into my veins rn :,) i hope you enjoy this little touch of winter during the still lowkey warm weather depending on where you are geographically lol]

p.s. this is heavily inspired by this one video i could send you upon request bc i don't wanna link it 💀

you came out of your toasty and warm house during another cold winter evening to get on the night train to travel two towns over to where your only few friends lived. they had made plans to have a gathering just in time for the winter holidays, and you couldn't just turn them down because they were too far away from you, so you decided that getting on the train was the easiest way to get there in time.

shivering, you waddled into the entrance of the train, clad in a grey long-sleeve shirt and your warm black puffer jacket. you handed your ticket in and you were welcomed into one of the quiet train cars. since it was the night train, there were seemingly no other passengers coming aboard which led you to believe that you'd be alone the whole duration of the train ride. you let out a satisfied sigh knowing that the journey would be a quiet and peaceful 3 hours that you could spend asleep on a seat or just staring into space, undisturbed. those thoughts quickly dissolved once you heard someone else come into the train car. this time, you let out a different kind of sigh.

but upon further inspection, you came to realize that the guy who came into the train car and sat down in the seat across from you was incredibly handsome. so handsome that you didn't even realize that your eyes were completely glued to him until you heard the voice of a woman.

"would you like anything to eat or drink before we depart?" an employee asked with a smile. you looked at her with wide eyes and let words spill out of your mouth.

"n-no, i'll be okay, thank you," you sputtered out followed by a sheepish smile. she nodded and went on to ask the handsome guy the same question.

"just water is fine, thank you," he responded with a smile. your ears perked up at his aussie accent which, in your opinion, made him even more attractive. the employee also seemed to be smitten by him, and you couldn't blame her because you were both gawking at his handsomeness.

the employee handed him a bottle of water from her cart before turning around to head out. "oh and if you guys need anything at any point during the trip, there's a button right there to call for assistance." you and the guy both glanced over to where she motioned, and it turns out the button was on the wall that your seat was against. you shrugged it off because you knew you wouldn't need anything for the duration of the trip anyway, and you just went back to enjoying the vibe of the train ride, trying not to glance over at the hot rando that you'd be sharing the train car with for the next 3 hours.

silence fell over the room as the lights slightly dimmed, creating an even more relaxing atmosphere which made you let out a quiet and content sigh.

you were just about to doze off before the guy broke the silence.

"so, where are you headed?" he asked, his accent making you start swooning again.

"same place that you are," you chuckled. it was literally a one-way trip to one location, which made it abundantly clear that he was just trying to make small talk considering that you were both going to the same place. unless he was one of those idiots who goes on the train just to see where it ends up.

"okay good point," he said with a sheepish laugh, "well then, what are your plans when we arrive to town?" you zipped your jacket up before answering.

"nothing much, i'm just heading over to see some friends for a few days. i don't really know what they have planned, so i'm not fully sure," you responded, to which he smiled and began removing his dark blue jacket.

"i noticed you zipped your jacket," he said as he approached and eventually sat in the seat directly across from you, "take mine." you blushed as he draped his coat over your shoulders, immediately beginning to feel warmer after being engulfed in this handsome man's jacket that smelt of crisp cologne.

"you're such a sweetheart," you thanked him indirectly with bashful smile, "i'd hate for you to get cold, though." your frown turned into a mild pout as you tried to shimmy out of his jacket. he reached out his hand to stop you.

"don't worry about it, beautiful," he chuckled, "it's silly that we seem to already be on 'jacket-sharing terms,' yet i don't even know your name yet."

he had a good point.

"i'm y/n," you introduced yourself with a warm smile, still slightly taken aback by him calling you beautiful, "and you are?"

"jake," he replied back with more of a smirk than a smile, which made you blush even more than you already were. thank goodness it was cold because you wouldn't be in this position, talking to a cute guy, if it weren't for the fact that he lent you his cozy jacket.

"well, it's a big pleasure meeting you, jake," you smirked back, "and thank you for letting me use your jacket." you cozied yourself into the soft material, silence falling between you two once again.

jake couldn't help but fixate his eyes on you looking comfortable in his coat, and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't make him feel some type of way. he figured that since you two would be stuck together for the next 3-ish hours, he would take this opportunity to shoot his shot and see if you two were riding the same wave.

"so," he began again, "are you still cold? should we warm up a little more?"

his words teased you, making you feel tingles in between your thighs and a knot forming in your core.

"what do you suggest we do?" you said innocently as you looked into his pretty brown eyes, leaning in closer to him, "tell me, jake."

his ears seemed to perk up at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his sweatpants becoming a little tighter.

"come here and i'll show you," he smirked, patting his lap for you to come sit. without hesitation, you went to his seat to cozy yourself into his lap, straddling him.

"feeling warmer yet?" he chuckled and bit his lip as he ran his hands down your waist, eventually getting close enough to your ass to spank you. you let out a yelp at the sudden spank but later giggled as you experimentally rocked your hips back and forth, earning a low groan from him as he got harder and harder by the second.

"hmm..." you pretended to ponder, "i think i could be warmer." he smirked as he gazed into your eyes, catching you off guard with an amorous kiss to which you began to kiss him back. you grinded your hips against him as you two got lost in your make out, occasionally moaning into the kiss while he began to feel your body. his hands eventually met the elastic of your leggings, a smirk forming on his face as he began to slowly pull them down your ass and legs.

"if you start taking off my clothes, i'll get cold again," you pouted, "what will you do then, hm?"

"you'll see, beautiful," he flirted lustfully as he continued to toy with your waistband painfully slowly when it got closer and closer to the bottom of your ass, "you might even break a sweat if i'm not careful."

by that point, your pants were finally down at your ankles, so you leaned over to the side to discard them onto the seat you were previously in. now you were left on top of him in your tight long-sleeve shirt and panties; a sight that jake seemed to adore.

you two just met and he already couldn't get enough of you.

"can i take yours off?" you asked, referring to his sweatpants and boxers as you slid your fingers ever so slightly past his waistband. he eagerly nodded his head as he assisted you in taking off his now tight bottoms.

your eyes lit up as you watched his hard cock smack against his abdomen. just by

the looks of it, you could tell that it would hit you in all the right places, which only excited you further.

"can't stop staring?" he smirked as he gentle brought your hand over to his length, inviting you to feel him, "don't be scared; you can touch, beautiful."

after getting his permission, you wasted no time spitting on his member, wetting his cock before beginning to pump it in your hand. jake let his head fall back while you worked your hand around his girth, collecting the precum from his tip to lubricate him more. "yeah that's right, just like that, baby," he praised you as you jerked his cock harder.

"i'm supposed to be warming you up, remember?" jake asked with a chuckle as he settled his hand on your ass again, pulling your panties down with one hand; an action that turned you on to levels you've never reached. before positioning you the way he wanted you to be, he put your wet panties in the pocket of his sweatpants that were still halfway down his mid thigh. you couldn't help but let out a quiet mewl at the sight which make him smirk at you and your sudden shyness.

he stood you up and turned you around, experimentally rubbing your clit before teasing you with his thick tip. his cold fingers shocked you at first, but it felt good nonetheless.

you were now in a position where you could ride him while facing away from him, giving him a full view of your pretty ass. thinking he was about to put is cock inside you, you pushed your ass against his thighs eagerly, but you felt his tip completely pass your entrance. you whined impatiently, wanting to feel him inside you, but you were soon met with tingles going down your thighs from him sliding his still lubricated member through your closed thighs, fucking them as your ass bounced against him.

"mmmh," you gasped out as you felt his cock begin to slide against your wet entrance, further teasing you, "fuck, i need you inside me." you voiced boldly, making him pull his cock away from your thighs and position himself just centimeters away from your entrance, eventually pushing himself in.

the two of you moaned in sync as you started to gently bounce your ass on his thighs, trying not to moan too loud due to the fact that you were afraid of the employees hearing you two do the deed. his tip massaged the deepest parts of your pussy, making you bite your lip, still trying to control your moans.

"fuck," you breathed out, again, trying to control your volume, "jake, you feel so good." he continued to earn moan after moan from you as his tip steadily stimulated your sensitive sweet spot.

although he loved the sight of your pretty ass bouncing against his thighs, he wanted to look at your, even prettier, face while he fucked your tight, wet pussy, so he pulled his length out of you, turned you around to face him, and sat you back down on his cock.

you let a loud moan escape your lips as you put one your arms against the wall and a hand on jake's shoulder for stability. you couldn't tell if you felt the wall go in for a second or if you were just so engulfed in pleasure that you were genuinely getting dizzy.

"so cute," jake cooed as he gripped your ass, "you're moaning like a whore for me, can't keep quiet, huh? such a slut. taking a stranger's cock like this." you let out a needy moan in response, putting your hand on your mouth to prevent yourself from getting any louder. "hey, don't do that, baby. i want to hear you moan for me," jake said with seduction coating his tone as he took your hand away from your mouth and placed it back on his shoulder.

you took that as a queue to fuck yourself on his cock in a rough manner since you, according to jake, didn't have to be quiet anymore. you let him thrust into you as you rolled your hips against his, jake's eyes fixed on your boobs that bounced through your tight long sleeve shirt.

jake's eyes rolled back as your walls began to pulse harder around his big cock. "fuck," he panted, "can i cum inside you?" he asked with a whisper as you bit your lip and nodded your head, giving him full permission to empty his load inside your pussy. "good, because i don't know how much longer i can last," he admitted with a chuckle as he grabbed onto your hips again, beginning to thrust his hips into yours even harder.

it was at that point that you were so lost in pleasure that you couldn't even warn him that you were about to cum; you simply whined and moaned which was enough to tell him that you let loose. following your lead, jake shot his warm seed into you, creaming you as he continued to thrust into you, making sure that he fully emptied himself in your sore pussy.

you stayed on his lap for awhile until you both calmed down enough to put your clothes back on. jake sweetly helped you put your panties and bottoms back on, offering you some of his water afterwards.

jake fully pulled his sweatpants back on and invited you to stay on his lap to which you happily obliged.

your ass naturally cozied itself in his crotch which made him blush a little, trying to control himself and not get hard all over again. it was very clear that he was tensed up from trying not to become aroused again and you couldn't help but smirk.

"how about round two pretty boy?-"

the sudden creak of the door made your hands stop in their tracks, the employee from earlier standing in the doorway with widened and shocked eyes.

"d-did someone press the button?"

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a/n: hi gang 👍 i'm procrastinating on writing big projects by writing these little fics (sorry LOL) send any asks to be added into any of my taglists & i hope you guys enjoyed this 🤝

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frownyalfred · 4 months

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I saw this post on the Batman subreddit and my first thought was “well, it inspired Res to write my favorite a/b/o fics”… my second thought was that it gave us sexy jeremy irons alfred. Somehow I don’t think reddit would have appreciated either answer 🤷‍♀️

Look, a movie can be terrible and still have some fantastic moments or scenes. In BVS we got, in no particular order:

Jeremy Irons as Alfred

The infamous workout scene (and even more infamous naked shot)

Great soundtrack moments/motifs

In the same vein, Bruce’s beautiful lie monologue

Intro with Metropolis collapsing and Bruce running into the smoke to save people

Jesse Eisenberg serving as Lex

Warehouse fight scene

Funeral scene / “If you seek his monument, look around you”

The beautiful lake house shots

So much more I can’t think of rn

#asks #bruce wayne #batman #dc #bvs #batman v superman #batman v superman: dawn of justice #alfred pennyworth #jeremy irons

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wikiangela · 4 months

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 💖

so i know i said that married smut is my priority but i can't have just one priority bc i get bored or stuck lol - so apparently my other main wip rn is the cheating fic due to a sudden burst of inspiration for it haha (also don't wanna share like everything from the married buddie smut haha)

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She smiles at him as she takes another bite of her food, and he tries to smile back, but then he remembers Eddie’s drunken smile that he kissed off his lips. She touches his hand, and he remembers Eddie’s hands all over his body, his lips, his touch, his heavy breaths and wonderful sounds made just for Buck. He’s sitting here with his girlfriend, and can’t stop thinking about his best friend he cheated with. Eddie is buzzing under his skin, thrumming in his veins, occupying his every thought. Buck feels like Eddie’s taken up permanent residence there now, in Buck’s body and mind, there’s no getting rid of him. He’s not sure he wants to.

Wait, no, that’s not true, he can’t- he can’t want Eddie like that. He has to find a way to forget.

He’s so screwed.

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#buddie cheating fic #seven sentence sunday #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#managed to write quite a bit for quite a few wips this weekend instead of watching oth 24/7 #so clearly i still have *some* self control lmao #so many wips are progressing and im excited to share it all!#apparently either i write 5 things at once or i don't write at all -gotta balance all that smut in married fic with some angst i guess hah

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akioukun · 1 year

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hi ! i really love ur art ur my main inspo rn, congrats on all the new followers ! <3

i would like to request billy and steve cuddling please 💕🫂💕

G'day did someone order cuddles? Thank you so much for following what I do. I don't rlly have words for how much I'm floored that you find my work inspiring?? like just silly old me and my doodles? insane. Thank you <333

Wanted to see just how tangled I could get these two. You ever seen people who are just...so in love they cuddle so hard they almost look like they're about to perform osmosis? Yeah they always give me those vibes. Also if I have to pants police them I'm gonna burst a vein.

Thank you for the req! Love ya <33

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #stranger things fanart

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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aere perennius | matt murdock x reader | drabble

series masterlist | main masterlist

summary: matt murdock's love for you can only be described as 'aere perennius', or more lasting than bronze

warnings: a little angst, brief mention of blood/matt typical violence, gn reader

a/n: inspired by the lovely em's (@marvelswh0re) comment on bun's moodboard (@pleasedin), as well as the most incredible fic, quintessentia by my love jace @murdocks-devil // releasing this while i work on the rest of my sleepover stuff because i’m feeling incredibly wholesome rn 😌

Matt thinks of you so much he worries it’s become prayer.

If you’d stopped him on the street a year ago, and told him what a life with you would turn out to be, he would’ve laughed. He would’ve simply arched his eyebrows, flashed you a non-committal smirk, and laughed.

But here you are, waking up next to him in his old Columbia sweatshirt, heart so full it feels like it could leap out of his chest, completing each other so perfectly he doesn’t even know where to start. On rainy days Matt smiles at the crinkle of leather echoing in his ears, as you sink down onto the couch, kicking your feet up with coffee and a good book. He joins you moments later, not fussing about his messy hair, his sweatpants tucked into his socks or the half-asleep state he’s in. He doesn’t need to worry about that stuff with you.

This just isn’t something he’s ever envisioned; that someone loves him for who he is, truly for every facet of his identity. And unlike Elektra, you bring out the very best in him, making him not only want to be the man he’s always striven to be, but the protector of his city it so desperately deserved.

Life with you is one filled with tenderness, akin to the gentle warmth of the first rays of sunlight filtering into your bedroom; the domestic bliss of slow dancing in the living room at three A.M. or voice messages left on each other’s phones.

Your relationship is also contoured by the darkness in which Daredevil thrives. This darkness, this call to protect Hell’s Kitchen; it’s fuelled by purpose deeply ingrained in Matt’s DNA. Sometimes this urge is overwhelming, one that takes ahold of his body, mind and spirit, but nothing, nothing compares to the feeling that slid in his veins the second he met you. Sure, he’s devoted his life to his city, but there is nothing he would more fiercely protect than you. You’re entwined in the fibre of his being, curling like a luminous thread that wraps around his body, sparking in his fists when he enacts his crimson justice.

He thinks of you, especially when the worry and frustration simmering in your gut grows too much, too heavy, further amplified by the tang of his coppery blood in the air and the bruises that mar his body. Matt knows it isn't easy, but still you accept him. Still, you love him more and more for all that he is; every gossamer layer of Catholic guilt, every scar inflicted, every single good day and all of the bad.

And so he wonders, in the confession booth, when he's on his knees in Mass, in every admission of guilt... he wonders what he's done to deserve you. Matthew Murdock; God's lonely soldier, His favoured one, the one He put the devil in, the person who always thought he was destined to be alone.

But then you came, and there you shine. A star so brilliant, so radiant, your heartbeat alone became his lifeline; its steady rhythm his tether to this world.

For you it feels the depths of his love knows no bounds, for you’re everything he could’ve ever prayed for. For he would choose you, in a hundred different lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. He would always find you.

Because in the middle of his chaos, there you were.

And there you will always be.

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May I please request, An unsub frames Reader for a lot of murders and reader is arrested and is sentenced to the death penalty. JJ and the team have a small amount of time to prove her innocence. (Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X reader.)

Lost at Sea (Pt. 1)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k+

Summary: This isn’t quite the prompt, but I took a lot of inspiration from this request… JJ feels lost, not knowing at all of what happened. One minute she was finally happy, the next it was all just gone. But then she gets the called. You were in trouble, digging too deep into something you shouldn’t have. Framed for murder, you had a means to prove your innocence, JJ just couldn’t figure out why you were refusing.

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, lots of talk about kind of depression and anger, tons of mentions of a cult and brief mentions of murder (no details though)!

A/N: hi I’m sorry this wasn’t exactly what you asked for but I still wanted to use this request to post my first part as it is what gave me part of the inspiration! So no death penalty mentioned (although reader kinda has her own death sentence rn if you ask me…) also if anyone can guess the video game reference I based the cult around, you should come be my best buddy. (It’s super obvious too 😅…)

Series Master List || Part 2

(Gif not mine; credit to creator)

Part 1: Tides

JJ didn’t feel like herself, not anymore. She had gone through life feeling particularly numb since she started this job, but this was a whole other level. It was like part of her shut completely down, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get feeling back. This numbness was uncomfortable to say the least.

She wished she could say she didn’t know why she shut down so hard. She wished she could say it was a passing phase, a particularly bad mood that just hadn’t gone away yet, but she knew that wasn’t the case. This feeling was going to last a long while. At this point, it felt like it was going to stick with her for the rest of her life. She couldn’t run from the feeling and she couldn’t chase it away. JJ was just left with this unbearable emptiness.

That’s how JJ found her body moving on autopilot to the gym at such an ungodly hour. No one would be there, that’s why she chose the middle of the night to drive all the way to Quantico and utilize one of its many facilities. So, with her gym bag slung over her shoulder, she made her way to the punching bag that was practically calling out to her. She didn’t bother with standards right now. Any other day she would use hand wraps, gloves, you name it. But tonight she didn’t care. She just wanted to take out her emotions on the bag in front of her, consequences be damned.

So that’s exactly what she did. JJ put her full force into every swing, not stopping for the sting she felt in her knuckles, not stopping to catch a breath, and not stopping to react to the sound of footsteps in the back of the room. She only cared about the feeling it was giving her right now, no attention was paid to the watchful eyes behind her. JJ just kept swinging.

With sweat coating her skin and her chest heaving, she kept going. Each time her fists made contact with the bag, the satisfying thud of her punch filled her chest with something she couldn’t quite describe. The numbness was still there, but at least there was something else bubbling past it. Anger maybe? Confusion? She could feel it slithering through her veins with each hit. At least it was better than closing herself off again. That’s not what she wanted for herself, but try all she might, she couldn’t stop it from overwhelming her.

And then she thought about it too much. Thoughts of all the progress she made flooded her mind, thoughts of how she was trying to be something more than what the job had made her. She thought she was being vulnerable, thought she was being what someone else could want and need. Her world had opened up for her for the first time since she didn’t even know when and then suddenly, without reason, without explanation, it was gone. It was just fucking gone.

If JJ was pulling her punches before, she most certainly wasn’t now. She let out a yell or more like a heartbreaking, pain filled howl into what she thought was an empty room as her fists picked up the pace for a moment. But after that moment was over, after she yelled all she could yell, she slumped forward, catching herself onto the bag to hold herself up as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.

She shut her eyes tight, working on regaining composure. All she heard for a moment was the sound of her breathing and her own pulse pounding in her ears. But then, after just a moment the silence was broken. Not by her, but the silent onlooker.

“Wow,” the voice said from the back of the room. “Impressive. Mind spotting me?”

JJ stiffened. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was waiting for her. JJ knew the voice well and was cursing herself that she let someone, let alone one of her teammates, see her like this. Grunting, JJ shoved herself off the bag and decided to make her way hastily past her friend. “Sorry, I’m heading home for the night.” She hoped that would be enough for her not to be questioned, but of course it wasn’t.

“What are you even doing here at this hour?” Tara didn’t even miss a beat. As JJ picked up her gym bag and made her way to the locker rooms, Tara was right on her heels.

“I could ask the same thing,” JJ fired back, still looking ahead as she made her way to her own locker.

“Everyone knows I come here this early.” JJ hadn’t even realized it wasn’t the middle of the night anymore, it was starting to become early morning. 5:30 is what her watch said when she glanced down. She had been working out for a good while then. JJ wondered just how long she was being watched.

When she made it to her particular locker she sat down on the bench in front of it. Pulling out what she needed to repack into her gym bag and taking out what she would want for later, because she was sure she’d be back at this again before the day was done. This being the only thing that helped the numbing feeling she was drowning in, she thought it might become a more frequent habit.

JJ was so lost in what she was doing she forgot for a second that Tara was still standing by her with watchful eyes. That is, until they both stopped for a moment to eye the red and purple bruising of her knuckles mixed with the trickle of blood that ran down her hands.

“Okay,” Tara sat down right next to JJ on the locker room bench. “What’s going on with you?”

“I was training,” JJ’s answer was short as she checked out the damage to her hands.

“I’ve seen training, that was not training,” Tara scoffed. “When you train you're focused, but today you were going to town on that punching bag like it personally offended you.”

JJ didn’t say anything, just grunted as she continued to look into her knuckles, getting angrier by the minute from the mistreatment she put them through with her so-called “training.” Of course she wasn’t training. She came to blow off some steam, to blow up at something since she couldn’t just scream at an innocent coworker. She didn’t expect Tara to be in the gym getting ready for a work out at the same time. She thought she picked a good time when everyone would be away. Clearly, with the other woman sitting next to her, she was very wrong. It wasn’t even her intention to stay here that long. She just lost track of time.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” JJ’s voice came out a little more bitter than she intended it to, but at the same time, someone was interrupting her much needed alone time. It wasn’t her fault that Tara insisted on being in the line of fire for her bad mood.

“It’s about (Y/N), isn’t it?” JJ’s head snapped up in an instance at that and Tara knew she found her answer. “I knew there was something between you two and my suspicions only grew when I saw you moping around the minute she was gone.” JJ’s whole demeanor changed at this, her tense posture changing to one of defeat. So it was a little obvious huh? Of course it was if her closest friends were profilers. Still, she thought they would mind their own damn business. “So what exactly was going on?”

“We… I was in love, but I guess it’s over now.” JJ’s head hung low as Tara stared expectantly at her. She remained silent, as JJ kept her eyes glued to the floor. If she looked up at her friend’s face what would she find? Shock? Disapproval? Disappointment? She couldn’t take the chance of seeing any of it. If JJ were to be given any other reason to be more ashamed with herself than she already was, she wasn’t sure how she could bear it. It wasn’t like it was exactly a bad thing for you two to be involved with each other, at least not in JJ’s opinion. But you also were often called as a consultant on cases since Reid was gone and it felt almost as if you were becoming a permanent member of the team. You had worried it would look bad for JJ if people knew she was having a fling with someone she frequently worked with, so the two of you decided to wait before going public.

“How long?” Was all Tara whispered into the stillness of the locker room. “How long were you two…” she drifted off. JJ hadn’t named what it was, just admitted that it was something and that there were feelings involved. At least on JJ’s side, that is. It seemed to the outside eye, given the circumstances, that you didn’t feel the same or at least JJ didn’t know if you did or not. Either way, Tara wasn’t about to name what you two had herself, she’d leave that to JJ. Let her share what she felt she could. It must have been important though, at least in Tara’s opinion, if it was affecting her friend so visibly. Tara might have been newer to the team, but from early on she learned that the blonde was usually a closed book.

“I’m not sure really,” JJ mumbled as she nervously rubbed at her bloodied knuckles. “A few months maybe? It didn’t really have a start date. She came in for one case then another and each time we got closer and closer until…”

“Until you fell in love?” Tara offered.

“Yeah,” JJ finally looked up to meet Tara’s eyes. “It didn’t end when I realized I loved her though.” JJ continued to rub at hands nervously. She didn’t miss the way Tara flicked her eyes from her own to her knuckles, no doubt reading her for whatever scrap of emotion JJ failed to hide. Even while JJ was caught in a more vulnerable position by her friend and coworker, she was still quick to guard herself, only giving Tara what she already knew was too late to hide again. “I didn’t run this time, but I never told her,” JJ let out a bitter chuckle. “For all that we face, that’s what terrified me most. Maybe it’s because I waited too long.”

“It’s not easy,” Tara’s hand fell onto JJ’s shoulder. “We’re taught to close ourselves off from the emotions that come with seeing what we see every day for our job, but sometimes we can carry that over into our personal lives.”

“I tried,” JJ shut her eyes tight for a moment, willing her voice to stay steady as she was hit with so much pain. “I tried with her. She was the first person I ever did that for. But she still- she just…”

“Disappeared.” JJ could hear the irritation in Tara’s voice with that one word too. It wasn’t just her that was upset, it was everyone. No one got an answer for why you disappeared. No one got even the smallest goodbye. Not even JJ, who had thought for sure her feelings were reciprocated. But it could never work out like that, right? Not with who JJ is, not with the depressing and dark nature of her job that you somehow got dragged into.

Everyone grew attached to you the moment you agreed to be a consultant for the BAU. You were bright, you were happy, your pep once rivaled Garcia’s. But then it started to fade slower and slower. No one else saw, but JJ sure did and she would lie awake for countless nights next to you, wondering what to do to bring that light back. She never did figure it out, and she would be lying if she didn’t expect you to leave, but she had hoped you loved her enough to figure it out. What she didn’t expect was for you to up and disappear without a word.

At first, JJ was worried. It felt like her worst nightmares came to life, that you were kidnapped by some unsub she didn’t know about. Then, as she dug to find out where you might have gone she realized from your credit card purchase history, it was unmistakably you still using it. It was clear you were trying to get away, and all she could assume from the sudden radio silence was that you were trying to get away from her.

The two agents sat in silence on the locker room bench for a moment. Both going over so many different things in their minds. JJ’s mind spiraling for the millionth time on your leaving and Tara’s running over every possible reason you could’ve just up and left without even a goodbye. Maybe JJ and you weren’t out in the open, but Tara clocked that there was something more between you two the moment she saw the way you looked at each other. So the real question for her was, how could you break JJ’s heart like that? You didn’t seem like the type to just ghost a girl, let alone the whole team. Something else was going on, Tara felt it deep in her bones. She just didn’t know what, but she did know that JJ was too clouded with heartbreak to see it that way just yet.

Suddenly, Tara’s phone breaks both their spiraling trains of thought. The caller ID flashes with Emily’s name and immediately Tara accepts, knowing that if it was this early in the day, then it was absolutely urgent.

There’s a brief greeting before she fell silent to listen to what Emily had to say. Muttering a “uh huh” a few times before the expression on her face grew more somber.

JJ could hear how frantic Emily sounded on the other end, but couldn’t make out the words she was saying. Fortunately, JJ didn’t have to wait long before Tara removed the phone from her ear and clicked end on the call.

JJ was holding her breath for Tara’s next words, but she had no idea why. Tara’s face was unreadable, but JJ just had this intuition that something bad was happening.

“It’s (Y/N).” Tara’s tone was grim. “She’s in trouble.”

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It took very little time for the team to devise a plan with the limited information they had after the news broke. JJ felt like her whole body was vibrating as she ran around the BAU trying to put out this new fire. And calling this situation a “fire” was an understatement. It was more like a gigantic explosion. Like her whole world was burning to the ground.

Wanted for murder. Being held on at least three charges. That was ridiculous to say the least, but obviously the police had some strong evidence against you. JJ was going to fight this for you, she just had to learn how.

It didn’t matter to JJ why you left the minute she got the news. It didn’t matter how much heartache you gave her, how you brought her walls back up full force the minute you disappeared. Nothing mattered right now but getting you out of jail. JJ couldn’t begin to imagine the fear you felt. She knew you well, she knew you were innocent. In learning all she did, there was never one moment where she questioned your innocence in all this, and from what she saw of her team, they all agreed. So pain aside she was going to save you, the whole BAU was.

That’s how she found herself speeding down the highway with Rossi behind the wheel, almost as anxious as she was. And that’s how she found herself letting Rossi take the lead, bursting into the federal jail and flashing credentials before anyone could even blink.

Mere minutes was all it took for the people of the jail to set you up in an interrogation room so that JJ and Rossi could meet with you and get to the bottom of this garbage fire. The minute JJ saw you practically pushed into the room, she had to hold back a gasp at your appearance. You looked basically dead on your feet. Your face was incredibly pale, your eyes sunken and dark. JJ knew you well and guessed it had been a good while since you slept or even ate for that matter. She had to get you out of here, and from the brief glance she shared with Rossi, she knew he was thinking the exact same thing.

When you both sat down, JJ let Rossi take the lead, lest she give away too much of her emotions. The switch from being overwhelmingly numb to incredibly furious hit the minute she saw your face. Not that she was furious at you. Hurt by you still, definitely. But not angry. No, she was angry at the people who put you here. Couldn’t they see that the innocent girl they had locked up like a monster wasn’t capable of any of this?

“What are we doing here, (Y/N)?” Rossi was finally the first to speak. JJ’s nails were digging into her knees as she sat rigid on the seat across from you. She couldn’t bear to meet your eyes, even for a second so hers darted everywhere across the room but your face and yours seemed to do the same. Never in her life did JJ think she’d be terrified of an interrogation room, she was more than familiar with them by now, but there’s a first for everything.

“I was poking around where I shouldn’t have…” you finally spoke. Your voice was quiet, hesitant, broken. It was the first words JJ has heard in weeks after begging whatever higher power would listen to let her hear it one more time. Her stomach twisted at the inkling of happiness she got from hearing you again, even if it was in such a small, pained tone.

“I’ll say,” Rossi scoffed. “Poking around is a light way to put it if you’re here on multiple murder charges.”

“I-“

“She didn’t hurt anybody.” JJ snapped before you could even begin to answer.

“I know,” Rossi put his hands up in mock surrender. “I know that, you know that. We just have to convince them…” Rossi motioned to the room around them as if to mean the jail as a whole, “That this girl sitting next to us couldn’t hurt a fly.” Rossi leaned back on his chair and gave JJ a knowing look before turning his gaze back to you. He offered you a friendly smile and folded his hands back on the table. “Now, I’ll ask again. What are we doing here?”

“Do you remember months ago, when you investigated a cult? You called me in as a consultant, but before I could dig deeper you had already decided to rule out the cult…” you waited for a moment to make sure they were listening and knew of the group you spoke of. Rossi gave you an encouraging nod and you continued. “I didn’t stop digging and I found… everything.”

“(Y/N), after that case I told you to leave it the hell alone.” JJ growled, nails digging harder into her knees as she struggled to keep it together. “They’re a dangerous group to be mixed up in.”

“Isn’t every cult?” Rossi interjected, before turning back to you. “So you continued to dig into this cult we ran into. What was it called… something stupid…”

“The Chant.” You and JJ both say at once. JJ shot you an annoyed look at your eagerness to share all you know about the cult. JJ had begged Emily not to call you to consult on this, but you were the best in your field. A PhD in religious studies, specializing in ritual practice and folk religion, of course Emily was going to call. You were their go-to on religion based cases, without you they would’ve missed some key motives and insight into certain unsubs. JJ was always nervous, but also so proud to see you working with her work family. It was different, though, with this case. Something deep inside JJ screamed at her to keep you away from this group at all costs.

The team determined that the murders they were investigating were a deadend, but suspected the cult. It was just that every lead they had ended up going nowhere. Eventually, they had to move on. You were incredibly against just leaving and letting them be. JJ and the rest of the team had to practically drag you away.

For what it was worth, you weren’t the only one who wanted to continue investigating them, Alvez did too. With his approval that only fueled your mission more to overturn every stone and uncover every clue, but it was JJ’s practical begging that had you finally turn away. Something, none of the team questioned. They may not have known that you two were more than friends, and on any other day maybe they’d be curious as to why you backed down so easily all of a sudden. However, most of the team was just relieved JJ could convince you. That alone told JJ she wasn’t the only one who didn’t like you sniffing around this Chant group.

“But digging around on a dangerous cult usually gets you killed, not incarcerated.” Rossi commented as he continued to put the puzzle pieces together.

“It was a clever move on their part,” you offer dryly.

“They were already under suspicion for murder. One more body, one more step closer to getting shut down.” Rossi put the puzzle pieces together.

“Exactly,” you nodded. “But I got too close, found out too much and I wasn’t exactly careful…”

“Of course you weren’t,” JJ scowled.

You just ignored her and continued. “I knew they figured out I was looking into them when some of them showed up to a lecture I was giving, badly disguised might I add. They wear these crystals they can never take off without breaking a major law within their group. It’s a dead giveaway and-“

“We can go over the details of the cult later,” Rossi interrupted, not wanting to reveal too much in a monitored space. “You still haven’t answered how they put you here.”

“Right right,” you took a deep breath before going back to your story. “When I saw them at my lecture, I knew they’d follow me. I know how they work, how they pick their victims, how they deal with those who know too much. I know what they do, not just to the person, but their whole family so on that day I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t let them follow me to-“ your eyes flick to JJ and you stop for a moment. “I couldn’t let them follow me home, so instead I just ran. What I didn’t expect was them to use my office to plant evidence in my absence and get me arrested.”

“So you fleeing… that just looks like you’re running from the cops and not running from a crazy, murderous cult.” Rossi finally connected the last piece. He seemed almost triumphant in this revelation.

“They have solid evidence against me,” you hung your head low. “The Chant is crafty.”

“They’ve got bullshit,” Rossi snorted. “Compared to what we deal with everyday, proving your innocence is child’s play.” You searched Rossi’s eyes for any sign of doubt but his facial expression was unwavering as he sat on the other side of the table from you. Finally, you chanced a short glance at JJ’s face, but it was her eyes that told you a different story than Rossi’s. It was her eyes that betrayed Rossi’s confident declaration. She didn’t believe him. “The whole team is on this case for you, kid. Give us a little bit of time, we’ll get you back home.”

Home. Regardless of getting out, could you even go home? Go back to a life where you could continue to be in love with JJ and build a future together? No, you didn’t think so. The cult would hunt you until either you were dead or all their members were. Considering this cult has been around since the 70s, discreetly murdering people for decades, you didn’t think the second option was very likely. You weren’t safe at home and more importantly, JJ wasn’t safe near you. But you weren’t even safe in jail, knowing the cult had eyes everywhere. Your only option, when you get out of here, was to hide again. Not much of a future? Maybe, but at least you were surviving until you could find a solid way to expose the Chant.

In a perfect world, this whole mess would lead to you blowing the case on the cult wide open and running back into the arms of your beautiful, blonde, hero that was currently sitting across from you with the most heartbreaking expression you’ve ever seen. But that was in a perfect world. You meant it when you said they were crafty and you also knew you really fucked up. Yes, you learned almost all there was to learn about the Chant, but you weren’t careful and you’re pretty sure they were able to learn almost all there was to learn about you in return. Hopefully, they hadn’t learned of the little secret relationship you had with the girl sitting across from you. Part of you thought they surely couldn’t, especially when you didn’t think the team knew. A larger part of you doubted that, but couldn’t take that chance.

Rossi and JJ both noticed your silence when Rossi mentioned you going home. To anyone else, hearing the BAU was on the case and you’d be going home would’ve garnered some sort of positive reaction, but JJ saw through your silence. There was a lot more to this than they had uncovered yet, JJ could tell from just looking into your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe that they could get you home, JJ knew that you understood the skill and success their team had. It wasn’t that you wanted to stay in jail. JJ knew you were smart enough to know that being here wouldn’t protect you like the team could protect you. No, it was something else. Something that made the little voice in the back of her mind scream at her that it was her that you wanted to be away from her, but she pushed that voice back. She didn’t have all the pieces to this puzzle yet, but she was going to find them.

For the next few hours JJ and Rossi spent the time with you pouring over any detail they could pry out of you. Neither of them missed the way you held back on a lot of their questions or the way your eyes darted around the room, trying to discover who else might be watching. When JJ was given some other files requested, she read through them thoroughly while you and Rossi went over a few more details to the evidence they found. Then, JJ stopped when she looked at the details from one of the murders. The date and time is what caught her eye and she immediately shot up in her chair.

“This is it!” She slapped the file back down onto the table and her eyes burned with triumph as she waited for you to look at the file. You and Rossi glanced at it for a moment before both silently looking up at her for more of an explanation. “Look at the time frame for this murder,” JJ tapped her finger right where it said the time. “You have an alibi for this one. Wait actually…” JJ shuffled through the other murder charges, checking the date and time for each. “You have one for all of them.”

You sat back, crossing your arms to your chest and giving her a stern look. This was it, you were hoping she wouldn’t have noticed, but it was JJ and she was good at her job. Of course she would notice. “Jennifer…” you warned.

“(Y/N), you were with-”

“Don’t.”

JJ’s jaw snapped shut when you cut her off with a voice harsher than she’s ever heard directed towards her. JJ stood up at that, chair scraping loudly against the hard floor of the interrogation room. “What? Why didn’t you tell them you had an alibi?” JJ’s voice grew louder as she accused you. This could’ve all been avoided if you just told them you were with another BAU agent the night the investigators placed the time of death. No one would question your alibi if you just said something. So why didn’t you? “Do you think I care if they know? (Y/N), just tell them, all those nights you and I were-”

“Stop!” You pleaded. If she said the words out loud, you weren’t sure if all who were listening to them were to be trusted. Yes, you had a solid alibi, but it could’ve put her in danger if the cult knew about JJ. It was bad enough now that JJ knew the cult was what drove you away and landed you in jail, there was no doubt in your mind that JJ wouldn’t try to start some wild hunt for them if you didn’t find some way to convince her to back off. But if the cult knew about how important she was to you? In all honesty, they might already, but there was still a chance they didn’t and you held onto that hope that she was still somewhat safe from the mess you got yourself into.

JJ’s hands slamming on the table in front of you is what sent you back to reality from your inner turmoil about keeping JJ safe. “I don’t care if they know.” JJ emphasized every single word. Obviously, that wasn’t what this was about, but for JJ’s sake hopefully that’s all she thought it was. If she thought for a moment that you were trying to protect her she’d scoff in your face and risk her safety to prove a point that she didn’t need your protection. She was strong, sure, but from what you learned, the cult was immensely powerful and you didn’t think the BAU team’s strength combined would be enough to take them down until you could devise a plan on your own. “We’re using that alibi and you’re going home.”

“No. I am not.” You demanded through gritted teeth. There’s no way in hell. The minute you use that to get yourself free, the Chant will get their hands on it and use this piece of information against you. “JJ, I don’t want to do that.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” JJ practically took a fist full of the files as she began to turn from the table and storm out of the room.

“JJ, wait a minute!” Rossi jumped up behind her. “Maybe we should listen to her reason about-”

“I don’t give a damn about reason.” JJ turned on him quick, a storm of anger and frustration brewing in her eyes. “(Y/N) and I were together for each of these times of death. She wasn’t alone in her home, she was with me for the whole night, each night. We’re together and I’m pretty sure there’s footage on my security cameras proving the times of her coming and leaving my place.” JJ turned back around, files clutched tightly to her chest. “We’re using this alibi and you’re going home with me. You won’t stay here another minute longer than you have to. I’ll see to that.” JJ’s voice was shaking in anger as she said her last words.

You watched helplessly as Rossi shot you a concerned look before following JJ out. You slumped back in your chair while you waited for someone to escort you back out.

Well, this wasn’t good. You knew that you’d be found innocent at some point, but you thought it would be awhile. Afterall, when you made that phone call to Emily for help, you begged and pleaded for her to keep it to herself and get some outside help. Of course, that is the exact opposite of what happened. You should’ve known. The BAU were fiercely loyal to each other and you underestimate the degree in which they adopted you into their little work family.

You had hoped that in the time it took Emily to help you out, you’d have come up with a plan to get distance from JJ again for her own safety while you tried to figure out your next move against the cult. Of course, that all went to shit with the stubborn insistence of the blonde. Honestly, you weren’t shocked.

This wasn’t going to go the way you wanted it to, it already took a horrible turn. Deep down, though, you feared the worst was yet to come.

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how did you find the courage/means to do full-time freelance? it’s something i’ve been thinking about for a long time (i take comms in between college work) but i just. don’t know where to begin? i’d really appreciate any advice. thank you!

ill start this off w a disclaimer that i live in a country thats considered a social security state so i've received rent support from the government ever since moving out when i started uni (bc i dont make that much, prolly below min. wage, meaning my taxes are also relatively low), as well as student loans that aren't so horrible here as there are in the US for example - i'm sure if i had to get a job next to my studies i wouldn't have had nearly as much time/energy for establishing myself as a freelance illustrator over the yrs...

for me my uni yrs were when i really started doing more private commission work, because i had a lot of free time outside of exam periods, and i was p motivated to do that bc i was studying history which u know.. doesnt rly lead u down a secure career path lmfao... as for courage i would say it might be more fear of the alternative? i have depressive tendencies sometimes and i think i would be very unhappy having to spend 40 hours of my life every week in a job that wud likely feel unfulfilling compared to making art for ppl... so i took those student loans and drew and drew and drew until it became Actually Feasible to live off of my labour

i would say... Really try to minimize ur expenses if ur wanting to get into freelance illustration, bc any amount of time u need to spend on say a diff 'regular' job uve got to make ends meet will make things harder - this might seem like kind of scary advice but moving somewhere where the rent is cheap is an option u shouldnt overlook (i lived in social housing before moving to a rural area), bc kind of all u need rn is a freaking internet connection to find folks thatll hire u fdjgdfg - also in the same vein moving in with friends and sharing costs🤔

besides that, all i can suggest is find things that inspire you, draw as much as u can manage and post a lot so that ppl can discover u !

#cleo talks #i hope this makes some sense...#i dont know how helpful it is if u live in a country thats like. make money now or die #i know a great majority of my american peers do just have a normal tm job next to comm work...#in which case i wud generally suggest trying to find work u wont have to take home in any way like..#u clock out and the workplace ceases to exist lol #i worked in admin for a year and that was actually fine when it came to making art until i started hating my colleagues

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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2 A.M. ( dabi )

pairing ! ━━ touya todoroki x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ explicit content, minors do not interact. classic “sneaks-into-apartment in the dead of night” scenario. soft / calm touya bc he feeds my soul and makes me cry :’) . mentions of smut + descriptions of creampies. insecure thoughts / feelings from reader. tiny bit of angst. established situationship that turns into a relationship . fluffy fluff things all around <3.

word count ! ━━ 2.5k

notes ! ━━ imagine that dabi looks like this btw. im just so in love w him i feel ill i could cry. this was inspired by me listening to 2 am by sza around 2 a.m. ( also partially inspired by heartbreaker by kaash paige ). ive been wanting to write more dabi content for a while now and i just . . . had the urge to write this when i very well should have been sleeping. n e ways ‘m feeling real soft rn so enjoy <3 reblogs are HEAVILY appreciated !!

IT FELT A LITTLE CHILLY, but not too cold for it to be bothersome. damn touya for not closing the window after he came up here, you thought. he tends to forget menial things like that.

you probably didn’t feel all that cold because you had a six foot, life sized furnace half flung on top of you, soft snores emerging from his mouth in a rhythmic pattern. his body emanated a soothing, steady stream of heat, effectively penetrating your flesh and negating the cold winds from outside.

one arm nearly hung off the edge of the bed, while the other was tucked under your waist, subconsciously holding you close to him. his face was snug against the crook of your neck, nearly laying on your chest, and tufts of his silvery white hair tickled your cheek. his skin felt charred against yours, but warm and constant. familiar. you’d grown used to how it felt against your mocha skin, even craved it some times.

his shifting to get even closer to you— if that was even possible— caused you to move as well, and such subtle shuffling caused your brain to remember the sticky substance staining your pussy lips and the fabric of your panties that rubbed against them.

the bodily fluids that leaked from your stretched out cunt belonged to the criminal sleeping peacefully on top of you, mixed with your own previous arousal. “i gotta keep you f-full baby, need to keep you stuffed because.…” you didn’t quite catch what he said after that, your brain was too scrambled and fuzzy from the most passionate sex you’ve had in a while, if not ever.

the feeling of his seed threatening to drip and ruin the freshly changed sheets, in addition to touya holding you so closely, as if he needed you to help him sleep, made you feel wanted. it made you feel a different kind of warmth than the heat that burned through your veins during and after sex— no, this one was different. it made you feel like you belonged, like you were someone’s one and only.

you were sleepy, but couldn’t seem to drift off into the land of slumber that you so desperately wanted to float to. instead, your tired gaze was fixed on touya and his peaceful figure. you were jealous of how seemingly easy it was for him to fall asleep.

and then, your eyes flitted to his many, wide spreading scars and your brows slightly furrowed. you were very aware of what he does, what he could do, and how a job like the one he had was seldom merciful enough to offer a moment of real rest to those involved. your nerve endings sparked and crackled throughout your body, causing your hand to move on its own to gently caress touya’s cheek, letting your skin truly mold with his for a moment, ignoring the rough feeling of his burnt flesh or the metal staples under the pads of your fingers. the moonlight illuminated your face through the blinds, and a faint smile was visible on your lips.

he was so beautiful. so tragically beautiful.

and then, with no previous indication, your thoughts went astray to a somber, much darker part of your subconscious. the dam that held back your intrusive thoughts began to crack the longer you peered down at the sleeping man next to you.

this thing you had going on with him, you didn’t expect it to bring you so much comfort, or such a state of bliss and serenity. this thing wasn’t even real— it wasn’t official, there was no title, he didn’t bother to stay when the sun rose from its own slumber behind the skyscrapers of the city. and then you thought, of course he couldn’t stay here. he was a criminal, a wanted man with a deep and ugly past that you’ve only had the pleasure to dip your toes into one singular time: when he revealed his given name to you. but even that didn’t feel genuine; he mindlessly begged you to call him by his government name when your legs were thrown across his shoulders and he was bucking his hips languidly into your dripping heat. surely, he knew what he was saying then if he was that insistent about it.

and it surely couldn’t have meant anything to him. you probably didn’t mean anything to him.

and yet, over the few months that this interaction had been occurring, no matter how hard you tried to keep your heart from slipping and falling off the deep end of the cliff, you couldn’t help but want something more from him, something more permanent. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to be yours, through the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else in between.

you wanted him to look at you like you were the only person on this whole, godforsaken planet, like you created the very stars, moon and the sun that hung in the sky. you wanted to spend every day like this . . . just like this. in this little sanctuary of your studio apartment, away from the horrors and strife and unrest of the rest of the world. just here, with him.

you brushed your fingers against the hardened skin of his back that laid across your torso. and there was always that nagging feeling, the feeling of the string tied to your ankle that brought you off cloud nine. not everything you desired was possible.

this was probably just a stress reliever for him, you pondered as you distractedly scratched his scalp, just something to do in the meantime. and even if that was the case, for now, you decided that you were okay with it. to be okay with this fleeting moment of indulgence and mentally prepare for the moment it slips through your fingers by the time you awoke in the morning.

turning your head a little, you planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead and snuggled further into the mattress. you should really try and get some rest.

just as you closed your eyes and your body relaxed, a deep groaning noise rumbled from the white haired man on top of you, causing your eyelids to pry open again.

you met touya’s equally tired gaze, actively fighting the urge to kiss the sleepy pout on his lips. “mmm . . . . ‘t’s wrong, baby? you good?” your stomach did a subtle flip at his casual use of the pet name and just how raspy and deep his voice sounded; it was something you would never get tired of.

“it’s nothing. ‘m fine, go back to sleep, okay? you gotta get up to leave in a few hours.” you tried to not let anything negative seep through your tone when you reminded him that he had to leave before the sun rose, yet again. instead you chose to focus on his concern for you; he probably sensed your mental anguish, even in his sleep.

the tiniest crease in his brow told you that he didn’t believe you. already sitting up from his laying position on your chest, he adjusted his position so that he was sitting up against the bed frame next to you. you shied away from his piercing stare.

“c’mere.” he uttered only one word, in that groggy voice, and you just couldn’t find it in you to refuse. climbing onto his thighs, touya pulled you closer with just one hand on your hip, so your chests and extremities were brushing against each other.

his other free hand laced with yours that laid limply in between the two of you. your body immediately felt hot at his initiative to be so intimate. “c’mon pretty girl . . . . tell me what’s goin’ on. you been restless all night.” when you didn’t answer right away, touya leaned his face closer, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, and his mouth brushing against yours. “my baby mad that i’m leaving? want me to stay here with you?”

the offer was tempting, oh so tempting. his flirty smirk was causing you to internally shut down. it was also sad because touya didn’t know just how perceptive he was. or maybe he did, and that’s why he was looking you like that, talking to you like he’s amused with the sullen look in your eyes, why he was gripping your hand and waist even tighter than before.

“i...no. i-i mean, i can’t ask you to do that. and ‘m not upset, i was just thinking....” you somewhat answered his question, but the scarred man was still not satisfied. he needed more from you.

“what’cha thinking about?” he lightly coaxed more out of you, while simultaneously rubbing miscellaneous patterns on your bare thighs.

it was like he put some kind of spell on you. some trance that clouded your mind and made you pliant and so eager to answer his questions. damn him, and damn your heart for yearning for him in every shape and form.

“you,” you blurted out without warning, then quickly added. “about us. and what...this is. what i am to you.”

you didn’t mean to bring it up now, or so abruptly, but it slipped out of your mouth before your brain could process what you were saying. but at least after tonight your mind and soul wouldn't be tortured with the same thoughts and desires. clarity was a breath away.

you also didn’t notice the smooth ministrations along your legs came to a halt, until you looked back at touya in the eye and immediately regretted it. his gaze was intense and unreadable, almost like when he was staring at someone he were about to burn into a crispy nonexistence.

now it was him that didn’t have a reply. and the silence was too much for your anxiety to handle, so you gulped silently and attempted to elaborate on what you meant. “i mean, these meetings, and the reputation that follows you . . . all this being purely physical, it made me think that i was only.... a-and i really didn’t—

touya must have predicted what you were about to say, and before you could even say it, he cut you off with a warm palm at the base of your neck and fierce kiss on your pouty lips.

you were stunned for a moment, but still meekly reciprocated his advances. and within a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand remaining on the base of your throat and the other on your thigh. his aquamarine eyes were shining and all-consuming, but his facial muscles barely moved. “and you what? you don’t think i actually like you? that i’m just using you, and you’re not enough?”

your brown eyes widened at his accuracy and blunt words. he really was intuitive. it was actually kind of scary.

your mouth opened to reply, but he silenced you with a feather-like graze on your cheek you didn’t know he was capable of. “well you’re off. waaay off. i’m still here, and come back almost every night, because you’re more than enough for me. you’re more than just a tight pussy to fuck and a nice bed for me to crash on.”

touya tilted his face closer to yours again, so your lips can brush against his as he spoke, “i told you my real name. no one knows what my real name is and is still alive and breathing; it’s only you, baby. you knowing that one piece of information means i already trust you more than anyone else. and besides, who else is patching up my wounds and rubbing ointment on my burns? only you, baby. who else am i letting my guard down and pouring my heart out to like this? only you, princess. who else do i dream about as soon as i fall asleep? only you, pretty girl. who else invades my mind like a parasite at every waking moment of the day? only you, sweetheart. who else would i burn the whole fucking world down for so much as someone looks at you wrong? only you, baby. who else would i rather have bouncing on my co— to make love to? only you, sweet girl. you’re the only good thing in my life right now. the only thing that makes living less shitty.”

you were motionless on top of him as you listened to his own version of a love confession, and you could already feel the salty tears threaten to drop past your eyelashes. touya, who was still holding one of your hands in his, grazed his thumb across the valley of your knuckles. taking his other hand, he wiped away the tear that had already cascaded down your cheek. he’s not used to being this gentle and this vulnerable with anyone. it felt strange and foreign. but with you, it all came naturally.

“there’s a lot more shit i wanna say, but i think i’m gonna wrap it up here. it’s late and i’m fucking tired.” he joked and he swore he felt his skin light on fire when he saw you smile at his playful words. “there isn’t anyone or anything else i would risk my job and reputation for, other than for you. so to answer your question: you’re mine, always have been, always will be. and i will always be yours. i’m basically telling you that i love you so....”

he trailed off, looking at the wall because he knew that if he kept looking at you his heart would crawl out of his throat and he would die. or accidentally activate his quirk because he was so worked up and burn you both alive. or both, in either order.

you were still perched on his lap in shock. tears were now freely flowing from your eyes, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how loudly you screamed at your brain to stop. you couldn’t see the genuine, loving grin on touya’s lips when he finally gathered the inner strength to glance at you again, because your eyes were so blurry with your own emotions.

“t-touya...!” you whined, your voice warping into a sob. wrapping your arms his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from losing anymore of your composure. you were definitely moved by his sincerity, but you didn’t want him to see you ugly cry, which was a very real possibility had you stared at him any longer.

touya’s big, rough hands rubbed small, tight circles into the fabric of your shirt, and without another word and a kiss on your temple, the two of you slid back under the blankets and snuggled back into bed, with you clinging onto his broad, taut body. the warmth from his skin and his incoherent whispers—something about being a big crybaby— finally lulled you to sleep.

you had a feeling that he would be here when you woke up.

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