#yuli writes

[shinsocest]

No. 002

Notes: Another reupload with some minor little touch-ups ♡ but I'm feeling some spark lately and just waiting for my attention span to take it easy on me and give me a fighting chance

Warnings: fem!reader, humanoid but definitely monsterfucking ♡ voice kink with a touch of hypnotism, blood, good ol' size difference

“Won’t you turn around?”

His voice makes it feel like the bright summer sun is still warming your backside even though night fell long ago.

“I want to see your face. Please?”

Your breathing is labored, your pulse roaring in your ears so loudly that you can’t hear your own steps, the crunch of leaves as you keep your eyes glued to the forest trail. Not that you can tell, but the forest is silent save the voice behind you. It’s as if the very trees are holding their breath in fear, or sick anticipation. 

It’s agonizing to ignore the voice that seems to trail only a few steps behind you at all times, and it’s only the words your grandmother had drilled into your head all your life that keep you from turning around.

Don’t look behind you. If you must enter the woods, never look behind you, not even for a second. Or you’ll never be seen again. 

“Come now, you must be curious. I can tell—you want so much to see me.”

You shudder at the purr in his voice and how he seems to be looking into your mind, plucking your thoughts for himself. 

“I’ve seen you, you know. You’re in this forest all the time. Always during the day. Always so careful.”

Your footsteps falter before you right yourself, chest growing tight as your breathing goes shallow. You move faster, but his voice never gets any farther away.

“You always leave before the sun sets. Always. So tonight makes me wonder, maybe you wanted to meet me.”

Why does he have to sound so human? You’ve heard the stories from everyone; the hushed whispers from frightened women that carried farther than they think, the low rumbles of worried hunters that found their way to the ears of everyone in town. You know what he really is.

“Fur as black as night. Unnatural the way it stands like a man.”

“I heard they’re yellow, the eyes of a true monster. The stuff of nightmares.”

“Claws that look like they can rip through bone if it so much as touched ya.”

“The teeth of a demon, that’s what it must be.”

“Legend says even Hades spat him back out. That beast is poison.”

Demon. Beast. The stuff of nightmares. That’s what creeps behind you in these woods, haunting your footsteps like a dutiful shadow. Silent. Dangerous. Lethal.

But his voice? No one ever said anything about that. It makes you question everything, enchanting your mind with how rich and charming it is, how warm, calling out to you like a siren song. You feel yourself torn two ways, fear wants to send you running back to town, never to enter these foul trees again but your curiosity wants to turn and face him, to find out if all the stories and legends are a lie. How could such a voice belong to a monster? 

“That’s it, isn’t it? If that’s what you want, just turn around and see for yourself.”

Your vision blurs and something warm drips down your cheek. When did you start crying?

“Don’t you know how long I’ve waited to meet you? Maybe this is fate. Why else would you be here?”

The edge of the trees is in sight now. Only a short distance until you’re safe. So why are your steps slowing? Why are you doubling the time it would take you to exit these woods? Maybe you’re wondering if he’s right.

His voice seems to reverberate through the trees, getting stronger and more enticing as the distance grows shorter.

“Can you live with not knowing? I can promise you now, if you leave, you’ll never find out. You’ll never get the chance to see me again. I’ll make sure of it.”

That promise would be a gift, a blessing among blessings, to everyone you know—so why does it make your heart thump heavier? Why does the thought make you feel so hollow? Your steps carry you, shaky and regretful, outside the treeline and then you stumble to a stop, dragging air into your lungs with heaving breaths. Your head spins and you don’t know how long you stand there. The trees are silent behind you and so is the voice. Maybe he really is gone, like he said. Gone forever. 

That same accursed curiosity grips you so tight that you can’t breathe, and you turn, scanning the forest with wild eyes. 

Almost immediately your gaze falls on the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He’s tall, taller than any man, and his hair is black and carelessly ruffled. His features are strong and masculine, with a sharp jaw and a straight nose. Where is the monster? Surely this can’t be him… But his eyes are yellow and glowing just like the stories say.  

He wears no shirt, and his tanned skin almost glows in the moonlight that dapples through the gaps in the trees. His legs are cast in shadow from where he leans against a tree, covered in black rags. Your eyes dance over his broad shoulders and tapered waist, briefly taking in the raw strength and rippling muscle, before flicking back to the face you can hardly bear to look away from.

“There you are. Thanks, sweetheart.” For a moment he smiles, and it strikes you dumb with the beauty of it. Blinding, distracting. You almost don’t see his eyes go from yellow to red. Almost.

He lunges and you scramble back and turn to run, driven on pure animal instinct, but you barely make it step before something closes around your arms and begins to drag you back under the canopy. You kick and struggle and scream to no avail, clothing ripping as it tangles with the brush as you’re pulled farther and farther away from the familiar trail.

Your next scream gets muffled into a warm palm, but it dies in your throat when something sharp pricks at the skin of your cheeks. Eyes wide with panic, you struggle, only to be bodily turned around to see him giving you a feral smile, interrupted by the finger he raises to his lips. Ivory claws adorn the ends of his fingers, monstrous and lethal, and you realize that they are the same as the ones clutching your face.

“Shhh. Don’t scream again, okay?” He smiles and now that you’re closer, you can see that his teeth are those of a predator. Razor-sharp, carnivorous fangs with serrated edges. How did you miss them before?

You close your eyes and turn around, leaning against a nearby tree as if it will help tether you, or shield you from your current fate. He lets you pull away, but he still crowds up behind you. You can hear his nails—claws—scraping against the rough bark as he leans closer. And the rags on his legs? They aren't rags but fur, you can feel the coarse bristle through the tears in your clothing, his significantly higher body heat leaching into your skin. For a moment, the warmth is comforting.

“Won’t you tell me your name?”

It’s much easier to forget what’s behind you with your eyes closed. As long as you listen to the saccharine sin of his voice, everything will be fine.

You gasp as he grips the back of your arms, impatient for your answer. There’s hot pain burning through you where his claws pierce your flesh. “I want to know what to call you. I think a long time ago I was called something… a name.” There’s a heart-pounding silence as the creature seems to get lost in thought, but his hold on you is no less vicious. The silence breaks with a self-satisfied purr. “Ah yes, Tetsurou is what they called me.”

The sound of his name falling from his lips seems to light a fire within you, and you gather the courage to whisper your own into the night.

Tetsurou repeats it slowly as if he’s savoring it, and the effect is immediate. You fall limp in his grasp and your pain is slowly forgotten, and with the way your blood turns to rivers of liquid fire, you swear there must be something magic to his dulcet tone because you can’t explain the way your body is responding. This heat boiling within you can’t be natural; why would your body be responding so positively to a monster, this creature? As human as he appears, you know for sure he is not. It must be magic. It has to be. Because the alternative is...

He’s silent for a moment before asking slowly, “...Do you like the sound of my voice? Is that it?”

You whimper and nod, keeping your head lowered. Tetsurou grows still behind you and then he emits a small huff, as if amused. Then he purrs your name softly, almost crooning it to you.

The noise it tears from your throat is almost inhuman.

Tetsurou groans. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, did you know that?" A breathless moan rattles in your throat as something hot and wet drags against the side of your neck, despite the sharp claws that still dig mercilessly into your arms. "I can smell you—you—for miles. I can pick your scent out of thousands of others. Would you like to know why? Go ahead and ask me why."

“Why?” You tremble, trying to be still as he shifts behind you, pleased by how quickly you’re beginning to respond. You wait with bated breath as he pauses, teasing you with his silence. Seconds tick by and all you can hear is the rush of your pulse as you wait impatiently for that warm voice of his to speak again.

“Because you have the sweetest blood of anyone in that little forest town.” 

You freeze. “Wh—What?”

“In the last three hundred years, I have never hated the curse binding me to this forest, not really. After a few decades, I stopped feeling the hunger; I stopped feeling the loneliness. I was satisfied with my lot, tempting a stranger here and there into turning to face me so I could be allowed to touch them. It was only when I first caught your scent did I truly begin to hate it. I thought I understood madness,” he chuckles lowly, drawing a tingling shiver out of you at the sound. “But I was wrong. I felt true madness knowing I would have to wait for you to come out here on your own, torn with the idea that you never might. I know the legends I’ve created—I enjoyed creating them. It brought me amusement for some years. But I cursed myself every day for years when I realized I may have cost myself the chance to—” A rumbling growl sounds above you, interrupting his rant but you’re still and starstruck, bound by his voice. “For some mere entertainment. No source of entertainment could ever be worth losing this.”

He groans as he presses his nose to your neck and inhales and you gasp as he shifts and you feel something hard and warm pressing into your back.

“Are you still listening?” There’s laughter in his voice that makes your blood sing praises.

“Yes.”

“You really do like my voice, huh?” Tetsurou lowers his tone to a purr that raises pleasurable goosebumps across your skin, heat prickling beneath it.

“Yes,” you moan. You’d give anything to listen to him speak for the rest of your life.

“I guess the spirits did take pity on me when I asked them for something that would give me a chance to keep you.”

You’re barely processing his words anymore. All you’re aware of is how the longer he speaks, the more you feel as if a cocoon of safety is being wove around you, warm and secure. It’s all you’ll ever need.

"I bet you'd do anything I ask." It's almost as if he's talking to himself, but then his words drip like honey and you know he's talking to you once more. "Wouldn't you sweetheart? You'd do anything for me, right? I'd do anything for you, you already know that."

"Um, I—" You feel dizzy. You're drowning in him, any whispers of discontent quieting to the back of your mind as a careful hand traces the column of your throat. The movement is so gentle that you forget to be afraid. There's nothing left but the desire to hear him speak and the curiosity that brought you here in the first place. 

"Tell me yes." Tetsurou murmurs.

"Yes," you breathe. "Anything."

An approving growl rumbles in his chest, followed by the sound of shredding fabric. As the brisk night air tickles your skin you realize that it was your clothing being torn from your body. 

You gasp as you're pulled away from the tree and spun to face him once more. His eyes are still red, and rapt with hunger. A flutter of fear and anticipation twists in your stomach as your eyes trace lower to see what hangs between his legs. It's no doubt a cock, but much unlike one you've ever seen. It's large and covered in swaths of veins, but it also has a tapered tip that is drooling obscenely and bumps and ridges that you're ashamed to admit heighten your sick curiosity. He's so much bigger than you that you begin to doubt.

Tetsurou traces a claw between the valley of your breasts. "I can't promise it won't hurt, but I can promise to make it worth it. Understand?"

"Y-yes." Your voice shakes.

"Good." Without saying another word you're yanked to his chest. Before you can so much as squeak in surprise, his teeth are buried in the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder.

Tetsurou's moan is completely drowned out by your howl of pain. It hurts so much. You can feel your blood rushing to the wound and down your chest. Thankfully he releases you quickly, his tongue hot as he laps at the streams of red pouring from the wound.

"You taste so good." His eyes are wild, lips and chin dripping, his sharp teeth coated in crimson as he smiles at you. "So good. I knew you'd be perfect."

"H-hurts," you whine, shaking. "Oh my god, it hurts! Tetsurou—"

"Mmm," the beastman shudders. "You sound real good saying my name like that, my darling." He nods along with you as you continue to cry about the pain; he doesn't even think you notice that you're no longer standing as he hovers over you, curiously rutting his throbbing length over your bare cunt. He grins as he notices that you're wet. Not enough for his cock, but he can do that enough for the both of you. "You agreed to this, but don't worry; I won't bite you that deep again. I can't have you bleeding out on me. I want to keep you after all. I just needed to taste you so badly."

There it goes again. The sound of his voice is making your pain float into the background. Your vision fuzzes in and out as you stare up at him, open-mouthed and panting. 

"That's my sweet girl. You're so well-behaved," Tetsurou purrs, continuing to slide his length between your folds to stimulate himself. Each drag on your plush skin causes more slickness to gush from the tip of his cock. He's growing impatient but he doesn't want to break you. Not yet.

He's so hot, and you can feel yourself squirming. The heavy weight of him against your cunt is awakening your arousal and your breathing quickens. You're really doing this, and you're enjoying it. One of his ridges catches against your clit, drawing a breathy moan from your lips. 

Tetsurou pauses for a moment and grins when you whine in protest. "This? This is enough to make you feel good? Humans are so easy to please."

"Tetsu—" You're cut off as he leans down and kisses you. If you could call it a kiss. His tongue is licking sloppily into your mouth—you shudder at the coppery tang of your own blood—and there's no pattern to his movements. He's simply greedily taking what he wants. It distracts you from the firm press of his cock as he lines up with your slick-soaked core.

But no amount of tongue and spit could distract you from the way he shoves inside your dripping hole. You choke and jerk your head to the side, mouth open wide in a soundless scream as you try to adjust to the sudden, thick intrusion. Between the both of you, you're wet enough, but with no preparation, there's sharp discomfort in how full you are. 

Tetsurou groans deeply at how warm and tight you are around his dick, giving a few experimental thrusts, grunting as your walls spasm and protest. "You're a lot tighter than I expected, I'm not sure I can fuck you like this."

"Slow! Gimme a minute!" You find your voice suddenly and beg. "Big, 's too big, it wasn't supposed to fit!"

"Not supposed to fit," Tetsurou barks a small laugh. "My dear sweet, it was always going to. You’re mine, have been since the moment you turned around. You feel amazing, so just relax for me okay? Everything's going to be fine." He lowers himself onto his forearms, but not before grabbing you by the thighs and locking your legs around his tapered waist. He coos your name, moaning when it causes you to clamp down on him even more. "Do you hear me? Relax, darling. Calm down for me."

"Okay, okay. Okay—" you whimper and babble, repeating the word mindlessly as you try to comply. Tetsurou is still whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he begins to fuck into you again, each dulcet syllable turning making you feel as if a current of electricity is lighting up across your whole body. Your toes curl and your eyes clamp shut, chest heaving as you emit loud moans and warbling cries. Tetsurou groans heartily as your pussy relaxes and begins to suck him in, thrusting his hips more fervently until he's battering the entrance of your womb. 

"Ah, fuck. There you go. Good girl," he murmurs, pleasure making his voice breathy and warm. A growl rumbles in his throat as you moan and your eyes roll back. He sits back on his calves, keeping you down with a hand on your chest as he rolls his hips into you again. Sharp eyes are watching the way your tits jiggle, the tremble of your thighs, the way you're leaking around his cock, the obscene squelch-like music in his ears. 

His eyes zero in on your clit, swollen and throbbing pathetically from neglect. He drags the back of his knuckles across the bundle of nerves, eyes lighting up and taking in the way you moan loudly, back arching as you try to shove your hips towards him for more friction. 

“Is that what you like?” Tetsurou muses out loud, not pausing in his thrusts. He does it again, harder, licking his lips when you squeal out a litany of ‘yes’. Your silken walls are throbbing around him, clenching and fluttering. “Those are some pretty sounds. Are you close? Look at me.”

You look up at him with tear-clumped lashes. Something is boiling and twisting inside you with each snap of his hips and all you want to do is reach it. “Please, I wanna cum.”

“You want to cum?” It sounds like he’s mocking you and it makes you gasp, nearly sobbing your reply.

“Tetsurou, please! Yes, yes!”

His grin is feral as he leans in and nips at your breast, drawing his tongue through the blood that slipped down your shoulder. He nudges at your clit once more and his command sends shivers across the planes of your body

"Then touch it. I'm sure you don't want me to. I could… miss." His words are teasing and you recall his claws with a shiver, immediately reaching down and circling your clit desperately. Your head falls back against the earth and you wail out as he starts timing his thrusts with your movements. His pants are getting quicker, interrupted by heavy grunts and groans, each one getting louder.

“Fuck—” 

Tetsurou swears and moans your name and it’s the final snap. You come undone with a scream that echoes throughout the trees, and it’s the fierce squeeze of your cunt that tips him over the edge, leaving the beastman to snarl and slam into you one last time before something slick and hot fills you up.

It’s not long before a new story becomes whispered in that quiet little forest town. It speaks of the ghost of a lost woman who wandered too far from the trail one night and was never seen again. If one stops to listen, they might hear her cries echo through the forest at night, an eerie reminder to not stay in the trees too long.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #tw.monsterfucking #tw.blood #yuli writes

[shippingcannons]

Legend is afraid of water.

That’s the rule every child in the fairly large village of Grathe learns as soon as they are old enough to understand what it means. Legend is afraid of water and that is why stories about her are always told in ponds, in lakes, in that place near The River’s waterfall where the water lightly sprinkles your face and, if the storyteller is one of the village's elders, they might even sit in the ceremonial bathtub.

Everyone in the village has at least one story to tell about an idea that was stolen by Legend. The teacher may tell you about that time he had a great idea for an intriguing and meaningful lesson during his daily run, only to have it snatched as soon as he dried the sweat off his forehead. The researcher will mourn the loss of the brilliant idea she had when the sprinklers of the university’s lawn drenched her when she came to the lab earlier this one time, an idea that could’ve brought her so far in her research but was gone as soon as she changed out of her wet clothes so she would not ruin any expensive equipment by getting it wet.

And the writer? Well, the writer has countless stories of walking out of the shower and forgetting their next story idea. The writer has countless stories about being left with nothing but a single thread of what was once a colorful fabric. The writer has countless stories of feeling a hollow place in your head and not knowing what was there, of yearning for an unknown thought, of searching for an almost-memory and finding darkness where there once was light.

The writer knows best what it means to lose an idea. it’s like losing a spouse to another, they’d say, it’s like losing the thing closest to your heart and knowing that it’s never coming back. it’s never coming back because Legend has it.

And she’s not giving it back.

#writing #yuli writes #yuli says

[yuli-zon]

⚠️CENSORED G0RE + GENRAL NUD!TY BELOW⚠️

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Funger doodles, but with my OCs as playable characters Ö

#my art #art #sketch #wip #funger #fear and hunger #my ocs #original writing #original art #original character #funger au #art commissions open #art commisions #commissions open #digital art #artists on tumblr #yuli’s ocs

[shslprince]

Honestly whenever someone (wrongly) accuses Maki of being poorly written and tries to fix it fic her its usually a worse rendition bc they either:

A: make her too cold-hearted and bitchy and forget her compassionate side

B: flare up her tsundere-ness to a comical degree

Or worse C: forget to let her be funny or attempt to make morbid jokes

#yuli speaks #ive decided to choose violence today #maki's writing is deceptively simple but hard to execute #bc while her character arc is straightforward theres a lot of layers and nuance to her that needs to be pulled off #or else she comes off too flat

[iwaasfairy]

Do you have any good mom!reader, big sister!reader or any where reader is the dom incest fics?

No sorry, that’s really not my cup of tea so I never really read stories like that,,,, and I also don’t have recommendations to share

#there’s probably some writers that have Dom readers but #idk of anyone who writes dc about it #actually I think my friend yuli did write some stuff but sadly her bloggie is gone :/ #honey mail #tw.incest

[ryker-writes]

Not alone

This was shorter than intended but I ran out of ideas oops. Enjoy some comfort before I get more into the heavy Jaxon lore

Note: Bobo belongs to @axvwriter, Fuyuki belongs to @minimallyminnie, Yuli belongs to @starboyshoyo, and Sunbeam belongs to @spritofthesea, goose is 🪿 anon

Jaxon has felt for a long time that he deserves to be alone, and no one would want to be near him. He's felt that's what he deserves. That was only reinforced when he came back to Night Raven College. Almost everyone avoided him, and they only spread rumors about him when he wasn't around. In Jaxon's mind, this was how things should be, but that didn't stop the small feeling of loneliness from creeping into his heart.

But not everyone did that. There were some people who seemed to care about him, even though it was hard for him to believe that. Even those these people said they cared about him in one way or another, he always refused to believe that was true.

That was why he always turned down Kalim's party invites. Well, the main reason. The people, excitement, and sometimes the lights were also large reasons he didn't go to parties. But every time Kalim invited him, he turned it down saying he wasn't interested.

But today, Kalim was more insistent than ever that Jaxon come to a party he was throwing. He just didn't want to take no for an answer. Eventually, he had worn down Jaxon's patience enough that he agreed just so Kalim would leave him be for a few minutes.

Jaxon was a man of his word though, so he would have to go the the party. What they were celebrating? He had no idea. Jaxon doubted anyone would want him there anyway.

However, the moment he stepped into Scarabia, he was jumped on by Kalim.

"Jaxon! I'm glad you came!"

"Calm down. I agreed to it anyway."

Jaxon pushed Kalim off him, and took a moment to look around the room. Scarabia had been decorated with darker blues and purples. His favorite colors. In the center of the room, there was a table covered in sushi and surrounded by people. People he knew and talked to.

There was Yuli chatting with Ace, Bobo and Sunbeam were looking at the food, Fuyuki was sleeping in a corner, Silver looked like he was ready to sleep, Deuce was looking confused at the food, and...there was a goose on the couch.

All people he knew and has talked to before. He's even seen the goose around before.

"What is this?"

"It's a party for you Jaxon!"

"Why?"

"They seem to think you've been feeling lonely or whatever."

Ace spoke as if he didn't care, but even he could see how alone Jaxon was most of the time. They could all see it.

Before Jaxon could protest much to the party, Sunbeam walked over to him and dragged him to the seats.

"Come on Jaxon! We got your favorite food!"

There were all sorts of sushi spread across the table. As Jaxon sat, all the others came to sit near him. As each person grabbed a dish, they all began chatting together.

"How do you use these?"

"Deuce you have to hold them like this."

"Like this?"

"If you hold them like that, all your food is going to fall. Here."

Yuli demonstrated how to use the chopsticks to Deuce, and even gave him some pointers. Across the table, Fuyuki had woken up, and began chatting with Kalim, Bobo, and Sunbeam.

"Thanks again for your help with picking out the decorations Fuyuki!"

"I barely told you anything."

"Still it helped a lot! And it was all fun to set up together."

"You guys did really well."

"Thanks Bobo! By the way, we should all play together since you, Jaxon, Fuyuki, and I are all in the same club. We could give the others a show!"

"I'd love to do it. How about you Fuyuki?"

"Sure I guess."

Jaxon looked next to him when Silver and the goose sat down next to him.

"Do you know this goose?"

"Yeah. They sometimes hang out with me at night when I'm alone...but I didn't think they'd be here."

"Hjonk."

"How did Kalim find you?"

"Hjonk."

"I think the goose came here willingly on their own."

"Hjonk."

The goose waddled over next to Jaxon, and pushed it's way into his lap. He didn't try to fight the goose at all, and just accepted it.

Jaxon looked around at everyone having fun at this party for him. And he realized that maybe, he wasn't so alone here at Night Raven College after all. At that idea, he couldn't help but smile a little.

#not official jaxon lore but after writing two things about how sad he is #i need this #once i'm done with all the heavy lore we'll get to more fun things i swear #fuyuki and jaxon #bobo and jaxon #yuli and jaxon #sunbeam and jaxon #🪿 anon #jaxon crowley #being menaces to jaxon #🪿 anon and jaxon??

[yuli-zons-notes]

Ethan Yassin

He/They (cis boy)

Age: 16

Sex: Male

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 175cm (5’9”)

D.O.B: N/A

Race: Biracial (Native American + Asian)

Ethnicity: Latino(Mexican) + Arab(Lebanese)

Nationality: U.S Citizen

Language(s): English, Spanish

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family: N/A

Relationship(s):

Julie Strömberg (best friend)

Steven (cousin)

Occupation: High School Student

Disorder(s): N/A

Disabilities(s): N/A

Specifical Abilities/Talents: N/A

Personality:

-ambivert

-Prankster, Delinquent

-very kind, but can be very mean if you piss him off

-Sarcastic

-angsty

-extremely loyal to his friends

Designs: Not Completed

Gallery:

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#yuli’s ocs #original character #my art #oc #my oc #my ocs #original comic #original story #original writing #artist support #original art #original fiction #support small artists #original work #ibispaintx #clip stuido paint #original content

[wispystar]

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aaron hotchner

✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished

Feel free to recommend me some more fics! If there is any author that doesn't want their work on here pls let me know and ill remove it. Series are at the bottom. Be warned for spoilers. I will not be adding spoiler warings so tread lightly. please lmk if links arent working

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all i need to hear by @wildflowerluver

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: aaron’s comfort is all you need

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a solitary mistake by @luveline

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped. 

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bad ideas (and good results) by @hotchscvm

genre: slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: after aaron’s rejection, you enlist spencer’s help to make him jealous.

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Better Days by @/ssahoodrathotchner

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: Aaron gets shot and you reflect on your relationship while waiting for him to wake up in the hospital

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Brooklyn Baby by @amorechris

genre: fluff, gn reader(?), bau reader | summary: After a case that hit close to you, not only were the victims paper copy of you, and you had taken on a very heated standoff with the unsub. When you all return to quantico you are greeted with another case, however your boss seems to have a soft spot for you.

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cologne by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, gn but kinda fem reader (?), bau reader | summary: where the team find out about your relationship through some cologne

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coddled by @astrophileous

genre: slight angst, gn reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary:maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? | tw/warings: mentions of injury, hospitals, traffic accident

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caught by @/hotch-stufff

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: they have been dating in a secret for like a year and the team discovers about them being in a relationship after drinking night out (the team without aaron and y/n meet up in a bar, which is next to a fancy restaurant and they will see them through the glass enjoying themselves. and bcs they are kinda drunk, they go inside and confront them about it

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Caring by @ssaaaronmontgomery

genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Just imagine a heated argument between hotch and reader with “why do you even care?” and “because i care about you, okay!?”

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cough medicine by @ssahotchnerr

genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: aaron and jack are sick so reader takes care of them

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Child's Play . ii by @yuly

genre: angst, gn reader, established relationship | summary: Hailey’s attitude towards you results in an unexpected argument between you and Aaron.

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cooking up trouble by @/ssahotchnerr

genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: Thinking about reader asking Jack what Aaron’s favorite meal is and then reader surprising him by making it when he comes back from a case?

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Combat training by @kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: Where you and Aaron are dating, and you do your combat training with everyone but Aaron.

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dr. by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, doctor reader | summary: I was wondering that you could write a Aaron Hotchner x reader but the reader is a doctor and the team don’t know that you exist until hotch one day gets hurt and took to their hospital.

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deserving by @happiest-hotch

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader | summary: Aaron has a rough day being a dad, and you reassure him that he is very deserving of your family

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Divulgence by @laurensprentiss

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: You get more than you bargained for when a certain somebody reveals your relationship with your boss to the team.

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don't leave by @show-your-fangs

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship| summary: I hate seeing sad Hotch but what about Hotch being sad and feeling he’s inadequate but reader does a BIG/GRAND gesture and hotch is floored and becomes like cute puppy hotch and is all like

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do you mean it? by @helmihotchner

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: reader and Aaron are going through a rough patch in their relationship but no one in the team knows abt them. this is how it unwinds | notes: there is not a part two yet

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family by @/luveline

genre: fluff, fem reader, pregnant reader | summary: hi can i request girl dad!aaron i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much

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frozen by @/thewulf

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader | summary: Aaron has a new neighbor, a sweet young woman. There's something between them. She new in the city and he invites her when he has the team over for a bbq...

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forehead kisses by @zvdvdlvr

genre: fluff, gn reader | summary: imagine him kissing you on the forehead when he finally convinces you to get some sleep after you've been injured in the field. Or when you get home from a long case and you're finally standing together in the privacy of your own kitchen just having a little moment or when you're sick and he checks your temperature by pressing his lips to your forehead

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Gone viral, gone wrong by @perpetuallyconfused10

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

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gold star by @honeypiehotchner

genre: fluff, fem reader, teacher reader | summary: You’re Jack’s teacher and Aaron is basically your nemesis. Until he’s not. (Kinda enemies to lovers?)

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honey by @/luveline

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: you faint on the job and worry your unit chief

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hotch by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: When Aaron realises after 3 years of dating and 1 being married, that you still have him saved as “Hotch”

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hotchner frown by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: I have always imagined the reader sort of ‘mocking’ Hotch when he’s sporting the Hotchner™️ frown (like she pouts her lip and furrows her brows just like him) and he hates to admit that he finds it funny, well I can imagine the reader doing the same for their baby girl when she’s also frowny and she looks just like Hotch doing it, it’s truly trademark of the Hotchners and the reader is always SO delighted by it

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if things go bad by @/luveline

genre: angst, fem reader | summary: when an unknown intruder breaks into your apartment, you call hotch. he races to make it to you in time. | tw/warnings: home invasion, assault, attempted sexual assault, reader is badly hurt/held at gunpoint

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in the dark . ii by @/winterscaptain

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: But can you do a hotch x new bau member? Like her and hotch are already a thing and they try to keep it hidden (and they do for a like a month) before someone makes the connection.

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I won't let go by @0and0its0doctor0

genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You wake up thinking everything is perfect. In reality you've been stabbed. | tw/warnings: blood, stabbing

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I Wanna Hold Your Hand by @/reidscanehand

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: hotch knows surprisingly a lot about you or hotch having a very obvious crush on you

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Jealous? . ii by @slutforsilverfoxes

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: BAU!reader being married to Hotch but keeping her maiden name in the field to avoid assumptions and judgment. The team knows, obviously, but then a former colleague of Aaron’s from the Seattle office happens to be in town for a conference and wants to catch up over a drink. You can’t help but tease him, of course

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little family by @/wildflowerluver

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Aaron stays at work later than expected (typical lmao) and s/o is watching Jack and he walks into his apartment and finds the two of them cuddled up on the couch/his bed asleep waiting for him

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Lover, Please Stay by @/ssahoodrathotchner

genre: angst, slight fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: you get shot and Hotch worries about you while trying to keep it together. 

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make up by @inkdrinkerworld

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: hotch and reader who've had a fight so he's testy and short fused with the team all day till david/emily call you to tell you to come over to the bau and sort it out so he's not so difficult to work with

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Pretty Girl by @thewulf

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, slight bau reader | summary: Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader where the reader is actually a criminology or psychology professor and is good friends with Spencer...

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Protective by @headkiss

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: I LOVE the idea of protective Hotch constantly having an eye out for younger bau!agent who’s literally sunshine personified and the complete opposite of him!! Do u think u could write something along the lines of that—maybe him protecting her from something or just their dynamic?

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reckless by @ptersparkers

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: After two years with the BAU, you get the feeling that Aaron Hotchner isn’t your biggest fan. That’s too bad, because you really like him. | tw/warnings: reader gets kidnapped

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Realization by @writtenbysprout

genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: waking up without you beside him gives him a fright

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Really hot boyfriend by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: When you told the BAU girls your really hot mystery boyfriend would come pick you all up, because Sergio can’t drive.

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smiley by @/luveline

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: when they're on the jet, yn is smiling a lot at her phone so the team starts to tease her because the think that she has a mysterious boyfriend. and she does, but he's sitting right next to her and he's also wondering who's making her smile like that since it's clearly not him

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spoiled plan by @tinyluvs

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Could you do reader being pregnant with Hotch’s baby but she accidentally blurts it out to the whole team, Hotch included at the same time? Thank you if you do!

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steady hand by @/headkiss

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: hotch catches you at the worst times, but you’re not mad about it. or: 4 times you need hotch’s help +1 time he needs yours.

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sick of maybe by @/luveline

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, newly established relationship, hurt | summary: You worry your boyfriend is ashamed of you. This is very much not the case. Or, 5 times Hotch hid your relationship (+1 time he didn’t).

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sharing by @/wildflowerluver

genre: fluff, fem reader, | summary: 3 times aaron shares his clothes with you | tw/warnings: nsfw mentions, aftercare, injury, case details

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sick by @/luveline

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: bau!gf who desperately tries to hide the fact that she’s sick even when she’s burning up and can’t keep her eyes open, and Hotch who just wants to take care of her!!

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sir by @/thewulf

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, adhd reader | summary: Do you think you could do a Hotch x ADHD reader where they are energetic and talkative all day since Aaron came back from a tough case. With the constant questions and comments Aaron gets irritated due to stress and says something like “can you be quiet for 5 seconds please” or “enough with the stupid questions, it’s annoying” and the reader ends up talking less with him and only responds with short answers and they try to suppress their ADHD ticks around him.

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sleep by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, gn reader | summary: Hi!! can i request a blurb for reader falling asleep on hotch? like where they're not together, just best friends and have lots of feelings for each other and reader just is so tired she falls asleep on his shoulder or lap and he just kisses her forehead and lovingly teases her about it later?

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secrets by @happiest-hotch

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: secrets get revealed after reader gets shhot | tw/warnings: gunshot injury, mention of blood

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secrets by @/ssahoodrathotchner

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: you and Aaron keep your relationship a secret. well, it’s a secret until the team finds out.

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soft spot by @greg-montgomery

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Please just the team telling r about HOW MUCH OF A SOFT SPOT AARON HAS FOR THEM like god he’s literally such a grouch to Morgan and prentiss but he kisses the ground you walk on and they’re like BESTIE GET A GRIP HES WRAPPED AROJND YOUR FINGER bc reader is convinced he doesn’t share their feelings and he’s just being polite

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something more by @headkiss

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, friends to lovers | summary: you and aaron are friends with feelings more obvious than you think. or: 5 times the team suspects you and hotch are dating +1 time they know it.

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suspicious . ii by @/greg-montgomery

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: bau groupchat with Jack stealing your phone and answering all the questions about you and hotch (and the fact that you're together rn)

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Snippets of Our Life by @hotch-stufff

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, reid reader, doctor reader | summary: You and Aaron’s relationship through visits to the hospital.

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Secret admirer . ii by @/greg-montgomery

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: bau!reader coming to work and finding a sticky note with puns about coffee not knowing its from hotch. every time he watches from his office just to see her giggle

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Some Kind of Love . ii by @ssahoodrathotchner

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Aaron comes to work with a cold and you make it your mission to take care of him

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team building by @ddejavvu

genre: fluff, slight angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Summary: Hotch whisks you away for a team-building session after you reveal to him that your short time at the BAU hasn't been quite enough to assimilate you into the group. You have a wonderful time, you're just confused as to why he leaves the rest of your team behind.

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to be enough by @the-modernmary

genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: During a movie night with your boyfriend Aaron, you accidentally stumbled onto his old wedding video, and it makes you wonder if you could ever compete with his first love?

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Too Hot, Hotch Damn by @imaginethebau

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: There was an imagine for telling Garcia Hotch put’s the “Hot” in Hotchner and for Hotch to pick the reader up from a bar after they’ve been drinking. This fulfills both

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the mark of a lover by @/wildflowerluver

genre: fluff, fem reader | summary: 5 times aaron had to adjust to physical affection and the 1 time he accepts it

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The Goodness, Love by @reidscanehand

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Hotch comes out of WISTEC and there are a lot of unsaid feelings

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the scent of home by @htchnr

genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: Aaron comes home broken, so you do what you do best, you take care of him. slowly piecing him back together.

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the shimmer in your eyes by @reidersspencer

genre: angst, fluff, gn reader(?), bau reader | summary: aaron hotchner, the person you cant get along with, tells you his darkest secret in what he thinks may be his last moments | tw/warnings: injury, criminal mind things

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will you be my valentine? by @/honeypiehotchner

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Each time a new member of the BAU figured out Hotch had feelings for you…and when he finally told you.

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"Who did this to you?" by @headkiss

genre: fluff, gn reader | summary: I’d love to see a “Who did this to you?” Hotch x femreader piece if you’re still taking suggestions! | tw: blood and broken nose

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with my life by @/thewulf

genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Hotch x Bau!reader where readers boyfriend turns out to be the unsub. Maybe like a case where the bau gets attacked and threatened personally and the unsub generally knows alot abt them...

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under the weather by @/ssahotchnerr

genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: Reader being sick, but still doing domestic things around the house and Aaron has to force the reader into bed to get some rest

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Unexpectedly by @/thewulf

genre: angst, bau reader, fem reader | summary: The reader is a member of BAU, but nobody knows her dark past. She's running from her abusive ex. Once he hurt her so bad (fractured skull, several severe injuries) he left her to die in their apartment. Nowadays she keeps that past hidden, as good as she can... | tw/warnings: Abuse. Both physical and mental. General Criminal Minds TW – talk of blood/gore/death/stabbing etc. AGE GAP between reader and Hotchner, reader is implied to be younger 25-35.

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undercover by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: slight fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Hotch and BAU!reader are married, but the team doesn’t know? They always pretend like they don’t like each other, but then something happens (idk what exactly), and Aaron gets all soft and worried for his wife, and the team learns about their marriage?

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unexpected by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is talking with the team, maybe with all of them maybe some, and they're discussing about how the reader is crazy about hotch and hotch accidentally overhears???

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Unwanted Attention by @emberfrostlovesloki

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Having to travel to the middle of nowhere Ohio for a serial killer was bad enough, add to the fact that the local LEOs are looking a little too hard at JJ, Emily, and _y/n_ was seriously testing Aaron’s resolve.

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Whiplash by @/ddejavvu

genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary:  You receive minor injuries in a car crash that Hotch manufactures to get a killer off the road. Despite having saved the day, he feels guilty for hurting you, and your professional relationship quickly spirals into something more.

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yours by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: i have brain rot for Hotch’s secret relationship with BAU!reader being exposed trope (bonus points if Jack exposes them) pls help me get through this

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Your Girl by @/kryptonitejelly

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Hotch and the reader aren't together yet but he (and everyone else on the team) have noticed that the reader has really started to gravitate towards him? Like in high anxiety situations or just in general the reader is always closest to hotch or looking to him for permission or comfort? he's just obviously become the readers favorite person.

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Your Son by @/greg-montgomery

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: imagine jack being sick and aaron coming in to check on him but jack asking for you and referring to you for the first time as mom. something along the lines of "can you ask mom to come lay down with me?"

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You’re Losing Me by @natashasfilms

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, lovers to exes to lovers | summary: Dating a colleague has always been an exhilarating experience. However, as you reach a point where you’re ready to take the relationship further after spending years together, doubts start to creep in. You begin questioning whether you’re the only one putting effort into saving something that seems to be slowly fading away. | tw/warnings: drowning, criminal mind things

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You're Losing Me . ii by @14buddy22

genre: angst, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Aaron will always put the bau before you and you have to come to terms with that

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✧ A Joyful Future by @winterscaptain

genre: fluff, angst, fem/gn reader, bau reader | summary: follow readers journey of becoming a bau agent and falling for their boss | notes: this is such a good and well written series!! These can be read as oneshots or as a series, so have fun!! Also some chapters have smut so be wary

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✧ cross the line by @hufflepuffhaze

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: longtime colleagues aaron hotchner and y/n’s working relationship quickly develops into something more…and everything changes when their rendezvous are exposed within the bureau. | notes: most likely discontinued

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✧ learning to trust . ii . iii . iv . v by @svu-ncis-criminalminds

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Things with your boss were becoming complicated, but they became even more complicated when an Unsub sought you out and began targeting you. Can a relationship that hasn't even officially begun survive this?

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✧ Profiling 101 by @little-diable

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader | summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

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✦ Right where you left me . ii . iii by @mischiefmanaged71

genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Did you hear about the girl who was ripped from a fantasy with only a few words?

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✦ While you were sleeping . ii . iii by @/reidscanehand

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader | summary: while you were sleeping but aaron hotch and spencer reid

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more this way —-> aaron hotchner . ii

#♡ — fics #Aaron hotch x reader #Aaron hotch fluff #Aaron hotch angst #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fluff

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

Criminal Minds Masterlist - Series

NOTE: If you have any fic suggestions feel free to write me! Updated: 14.01.2024 🔞 = mature ✔ = completed Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Criminal Minds Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

BAU

✔ The Sinner by @leo-gold-hotchner​​

↳ Chapters: 7/7

Aaron Hotchner

Child’s Play by @yuly​

↳ “Hailey’s attitude towards you results in an unexpected argument between you and Aaron.”

↳ Chapters: 3/?

Spencer Reid

🔞 ✔ Porn Star Dancing by @reidsbtch​​​​​​​

↳ “Spencer is cleared to return to the field a month after getting out of prison. But he hasn’t been the same since he came back. Reader is devastated that her best friend (and secret love of her life) has turned against her. A case forces reader to go undercover as a stripper, causing some long awaited sexual tension between the pair. ”

↳ Chapters: 2/2

#smut #angst #fluff #fic rec #masterlist #x reader #imagine #bau #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotchner

[renabe4life]

Fair Game Week 2023 Day 5 - Magic

Witch Qrow! Witch Qrow!

The designs for both characters in this AU belong to @yuli-the-bi (who I swear creates the most beautiful outfits for characters). And the scene depicted is from chapter 5 of Loose Thistles, by @whatacartouchebag (who uses such vivid imagery when writing)! Gods but this is probably my favourite AU, it's just so good! Thank you both for the inspiration!!!

#fairgameweek2023 #fair game #qrow branwen #clover ebi #qrow x clover #rwby #witch!qrow #renabe #ahhhh i had so so so much fun with this! #alskdhfKLDFH the way so many of my art for this week works for multiple prompts #not planned but i'm not complaining pfft #but wehhhh #witch qrow my beloved

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No. 001

Notes: first of many reuploads, fave of personal faves ♡ commission for @kailali from once upon a time ♡♡♡

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warnings: stepcest, marking, piercings, creampies, fem reader, reader is lifted, degradation & praise, oral (both), multiple orgasms, hard s*x soft feelings

It had been a long day. 

You sigh and let your bag fall to the entry floor as you toe off your shoes. As the only quirkless member of the Todoroki family you never had a shot at hero work, but that never meant you had no interest in the hero industry. You finally made it into your preferred field a few months ago, a new hire at your stepmother’s ex’s agency in their crisis management department. Whenever a hero or sidekick makes a mistake or a villain causes too much damage before they’re apprehended, you’re behind the scenes doing as much as you can to fix the lives of those affected. 

All in all… paperwork is a bitch.

An irritated puff expels through your nose as you nearly trip over an extra pair of shoes in the foyer, but your irritation dispels when you lay eyes on a worn pair of charcoal converse. You sigh.

“Touya?” you call out as you pad down the hall.

“Living room.” His voice is tired, a sleep laden rasp in his throat. 

You sweep through the open kitchen, drop your keys on the counter, and make your way to the living room. You lean in the doorway when you catch sight of him sprawled out on your couch, half under one of the softer throws your stepmom got you for Christmas a couple years ago. The light from the tv bathes him in a silver sheen, highlighting his jet-black hair and glinting off the triple helix on his ear, the gift you’d gotten him for his last birthday.

Touya shifts a little more upright as you come into his line of sight and reaches for the lamp on the side table. The soft yellow light helps, makes him look warmer. The picturesque tattoos of burning hemlock dancing up his forearms and disappearing under his shirt look more lively, and you can see the smile on his face as he looks at you.

But he still looks tired.

“Long day?”

You scoff and then laugh a little, your shoulders sagging as you slouch over to the couch. He opens the blanket in invitation and you crawl in beside him, sighing as he wraps an arm around you, your head dropping onto his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you mumble softly, sighing again as he kisses the top of your head. You return the kiss with one to the side of his neck, your lips pressing to the inky vines winding down his throat. “You?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. His voice is a comfortable rumble against your back. “Somethin’ like that.”

 Touya uses your apartment as a personal hideout, ever since you leased the place. At his age he's expected to be living on his own by now, but Rei has a soft spot for her eldest son and won't push him out of the nest. Since he promised you he wouldn't argue with your father, he ends up at your place more often than not. Your dad is the type to be optimistic, encouraging, and stern, and Touya doesn't have the best track record with nurturing authority types—or authority figures in general really—given how strict Endeavor was when it came to raising his children. 

He squints at the screen as if just noticing it was on. "Movie's comin' on. Wanna watch it with me?"

"Sure. I think I wanted to see this one, but let me change first."

A short trip to your room is enough to shed your office clothes and slip into a tank top and sleep shorts before you're back in his arms, wiggling until you're comfortable and he’s grumbling at you to settle the fuck down.

It may seem odd from the outside looking in to be this close, but it's always been this way with your step-siblings. Natuso and Fuyumi were the middle children, working hard on their futures when your parents hit it off, so it made sense that the eldest and youngest were the ones who latched onto you the hardest. 

Shoto was polite in the beginning—earnest, really—and before long he was looking to you for approval even after he graduated from Yuuei. Touya saw you as another little sibling to look after, in his own way. From the moment you’d moved in, it felt like he was doing his best to make sure there was a place in their family where you fit. You always got the sense it was because he felt like an outlier himself. You were just happy to be accepted, and you adored them both, all of them of course.

Barely halfway through the movie, Touya shifts and his hand slides around to your stomach to hold you more comfortably. It makes you warm, dangerously so.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy how touchy-feely Touya always is, and he always seems to be seeking physical comfort from you. He holds your hand when he walks you to the store, always needs a hug before he leaves, and if he doesn't get a kiss on his cheek before he’s out the door, he will pout at you (aka lots of snark and rolled eyes) until you give in. 

“You’re shifting a lot tonight, doll. You good?” Touya hums behind you, sounding distracted and you realize you’d been rubbing yourself back against his—

“Sorry!” you whisper, face flaming.

“Don’t worry about it.” After a minute he mutters under his breath about how warm you are. “Don’t tell me you’re my real sister after all, 's like you're on fire.”

“We can take the blanket off—”

“Nah, ‘m fuckin’ freezing, feels good. My hands are cold, can I?”

“You fucker!” you yelp as he pushes his palms under your shirt, his hands like ice on your skin. His smirk is almost tangible behind you as he reprimands you for squirming when he’s doing his best to battle the sudden chill. 

“Keep still, would ya?”

You try to kick his shins but he outmaneuvers you, pinning your legs under his own. He chuckles under his breath as the two of you scuffle for a couple moments, tugging you closer until you give up with an exaggerated huff.

“You good now? You’re missing the movie.”

You grumble as you settle, but your heart still races. 

During your half-hearted wrestling attempt it had been easy to miss, but now that you’re relaxed into him again you’re becoming aware of the way Touya is heating up behind you. His palm is nearly searing the skin on your navel now, but you’re too distracted by what’s unmistakably digging into your back at the moment.

You know you’re not supposed to get a flutter of anticipation, but it shudders up your spine anyways. Every now and then his hips rock forward like he can’t help himself, and every time they do, that telltale heat building hot and impatient beneath your skin grows.

His fingers are playing with your waistband like they have so many times before. You’re holding your breath as he dips a little lower than usual and you find yourself wondering, telling yourself you’re not hoping for it…but is this the night he’s finally going to cross the line he’s spent so much time dancing around?

You’ve always known. This dance has been happening for a while. You’ve noticed the way he looks at you, and holds you too close, and you feel guilty knowing just how much you enjoy the attention. He always seems to hold himself back though, neither one of you truly acknowledging the heightening desire that builds in the dark.

Your gasp feels loud when his hand firmly slides into your panties—long fingers toying with the apex of your mound, a breath away from the bundle of nerves that feels like a live current desperate for a trigger—but it’s barely more than a tense inhale.

Touya’s lips are almost on your ear, his breath hot as his words push both of you towards an uncharted precipice.

“This okay?”

You know that this is the moment to turn back. If you say something now, he’ll remove his hand and go back to watching the movie. 

Your heart pounds rapidly as you think, but something heated and needy coils tight in you. If you deny him now, would he ever have the courage to come after you again? Displeasure rises bitterly at the thought of him distancing himself from you. You want him. Maybe you’ve always wanted him.

“Mhm,” you manage, breathing just a little too hard to be casual, and you feel his grin against your neck.

“That’s my girl.”

Hot pleasure sparks beneath your skin at his words, but it’s nothing compared to the electric shock as his fingers slip between your embarrassingly wet folds.

“That’s my slut,” Touya groans sharply, his tone low and laced with thinly veiled desire. “Do you know how wet you are? I always knew you were a needy little thing.”

You whine as he parts your folds, tracing over your hole and up to your clit. It’s almost twitching with the desire to be touched, white hot and wanting. “Touya, please.”

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” he mumbles, tongue pressing to your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there as he obliges you. You moan breathily and uncontrolled as he circles the bud delicately, again and again. “You sound so good sayin’ my name like that, doll.”

He’s rocking his hips into you steadily now, grinding against your back.

Heat and frustration is building steadily as your step-sibling continues to play with you, and you realize that he is quite literally playing with you—switching between the way he touches your clit, moving from circling it gently to tapping it, rolling it between his fingers. 

Touya knows to be thorough, to find out exactly what you like, to make this unforgettable. He’s listening and paying close attention to the way you react to his every touch. Every now and then slender fingers slide down and he presses a digit or two into your soaked cunt, now dripping obscenely, curling them lazily as he searches for what makes your body sing. 

Even with his lazy movements, you can feel something coiling tight inside you. Whatever this is between you, it's been too long coming, your hips jerking as pleasure threatens to undo you. But before you can be taken apart, Touya slips his fingers from your waistband.

You whine at the loss, whipping your head towards him only for him to grasp your chin and pull you closer, his tongue prying your lips apart and delving inside. His fingers are still slick from your juices, gripping your chin tighter as he shifts you under him, supporting his weight on one arm as he kisses you like this is his last chance to. 

You don’t have the coherency to tell him it’s not, dizzy with want by the time he pulls back. His sapphire eyes darken when you wrap a leg around his hips to instinctively keep him close, his lips glistening in the flickering light of the tv.  

“Tell me you want this.” He stares down at you intently, holding your gaze as he waits for your admission. 

There’s no point in denying it anymore. Of course you do.

“I want you.” 

Touya grabs at your thigh curled around him and pushes it off, smirking at your pout as he sits back on the couch. “‘S cute, but don’t make that face. Strip all that off, and c’mere.”

You all but scramble as he pats his lap, pulling your shirt over your head and bra following quickly, equal parts pleased and embarrassed when you see the way his gaze is locked on you, trailing down your exposed skin. As you slip the last of your clothing down your legs and step out of it you look at him, confused when he just sits there watching you.

“Aren’t you gonna…” you trail off, eyebrows furrowing.

Touya perks an eyebrow at you. “Didn’t I say c’mere? We were watchin’ a movie, weren’t we?”

His voice is too light, and you know that tone. He’s up to something, but big brother Touya is always up to something. And he always gets his way. So instead of questioning him again, you do what he wants and you settle into his lap, only making a small noise of complaint when he faces you away from him. 

He clicks his teeth. “Don’t be a brat now, you were being such a good girl earlier.”

“You’re not being fair,” you mumble, squirming. “Why’m I the only one naked?”

“Cause you’re prettier than me.” He’s teasing and you know it.

Your protest is cut off as he yanks you back against his chest and cups your breasts, slender fingers pulling at your nipples and rolling them. 

“Fuck!”

“My cute little whore has such a dirty mouth,” Touya purrs in your ear. “Just sit still. Lemme touch.”

You try, you really do. He kneads at your breasts, smoothes his hands down your body, exploring you languidly. It’s impossible.

“Touya—” you break off with a squeak as he bites your shoulder in reprimand. “Hey!”

Touya laves his tongue over the stinging mark and coos. “Aw did that hurt?”

“A little…”

“Want my cock to make it better?”

You suck in a breath. It comes out of his mouth like a sweet invitation, but there’s just enough insecurity in his cocky tone for you to hear (that only you could hear) that you know he’s uncertain of your answer. His heart is pounding against your back, further betraying his underlying anxiety.

Not one to torture your loved ones, you squirm back on him. “Make it better, Touya. Make me feel better.”

“Say it,” he demands, turning your head to look at him.

Blue eyes glare down at you desperately, searching for any hint that you’re playing him. You’re quick to douse the flames of doubt.

“Fuck me,” you whine. “I want your cock.”

“Shit,” Touya breathes, flopping back against the couch, hiking you further up his lap so he can reach the button of his jeans and pop it open. 

You moan at the feeling of something warm and hard sliding between your thighs as he shifts you back into place, before spreading your legs over his own. 

"Eyes on the movie, doll," Touya rasps, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. "You wanted to watch it, remember?"

You wanted the chance to see him, the disappointment welling in your chest evaporating as quickly as it appears at the feel of him pushing the head in and out of your soaking heat.

"What about you?" Your last word cuts off in a gasp as he pushes into you fully, his girth spreading you open.

"Was never watchin’ the movie," he breathes, a groan hitching in his throat as the walls of your cunt squeezes him in a vice grip.

It feels different, and not just taboo different. 

"Touya, what's that?" You moan as something—several cool to the touch somethings—rub against the front wall of your pussy, making your toes curl as pleasure bolts from nerve to nerve. 

“I’ll show you later,” he groans impatiently, his hands fumbling on your hips to hold you still. “J-just, fuck— Lay back, would you?”

You comply, and Touya sinks lower on the couch, his feet on the floor to give him the leverage to fuck into you, each stroke slow and languid. Pleasure courses through your veins, hot and sticky, your eyes pinching closed as you focus on the feel of him. 

He’s so long and wonderfully girthy—just enough to feel stretched, the fat head of his cock touching deep every time he sinks into you—but you can’t get over the scrape of those…god, what are those? 

You can’t think, your moans splitting the thick air of the living room, legs quivering under his touch as he smooths his palms along your spread thighs. You’re both lost in a loop of exhilaration and long awaited satisfaction, your hips jerking into his every time he sinks in deep and grinds. 

His teeth meet your shoulder again, digging into the same grooves he left behind before. Your thoughts are sluggish beyond the haze of pleasure but it feels like he’s marking you, leaving something of himself behind. The thought chases away the sharp sting, winds a sudden coil in your gut, and you suck in a breath as something white flashes behind your eyelids.

“Touya!”

“Yeah, I feel it,” Touya moans behind you—moans, and the sound of it has you clenching around him hard, forcing a choked groan from his lips. “Fuck yeah, doll. Keep squeezin’ my cock like that. Perfect little slut, touch yourself for me.”

With shaky hands you begin to circle your own clit, lightly, the added stimulation threatening to unravel you right now, but you don’t want this to end. Not yet. It feels so good; whines and broken iterations of his name are all you feel capable of.

“Tell me how it feels.” There’s a desperate edge in his voice now, tight with desire and something else, something that sets you alight from head to toe. 

“It feels so good! So warm, ‘m gonna—” It’s a borderline sob now, with you feeling as if you’re dangling on the edge of something dangerous. You’re almost scared of the blooming sparks in your belly, but you wretchedly race towards them anyways.

Touya’s thrusts grow a little frenzied, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you loud in your ears. He’s panting, his groans ragged, barely holding on himself.

“Tell me you love me.”

His voice is rough, but so impossibly tender—needy. Your mind short circuits at the sound, pleasure igniting in your belly and your hand reaches back to tangle in his hair as you fall apart.

Touya groans, one hand tight on your hip as you spasm around his cock, his other reaching around to replace yours, gently circling your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. 

“Touya! I love you, Touya—oh, god!��

Touya stiffens and shudders as pleasure melts the base of his spine, zipping up along it, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he spills inside you with a low whimper. “F-fuck—”

You both sag into the couch, chests heaving as you wind down from your respective highs. You squirm at the feeling of him softening in you before he grumbles something unintelligible and pulls you down onto your side with him.

His heart races against your back as he pushes a pillow into place—letting you use his arm as one yourself—and you wonder if he can feel the way yours is threatening to beat out of your chest. 

He’s still pressed stubbornly close to you, the rough edge of his jeans pressing into the back of your thighs as he tries to stay buried in your pussy for as long as he can, but he still remains silent behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

“I love you, Touya.” 

You say it again, softly this time. You want him to hear it when you’re not swimming in pleasure; you want him to hear just how much you mean it. 

Touya hums, a low contented sound. “Always knew ya did.” 

He sounds like he always does, snarky, but there’s a warmth in his voice that betrays his happiness.

“So what now?”

“Now we finish your damn movie, and then you need a shower. You’re kinda a mess right now,” he purrs devilishly in your ear, making you shiver even as a new bolt of heat strikes down your spine.

“And then?” You moan as he finally slips out of you, cheeks heating at the feel of his cum spilling out between your thighs. 

Touya reaches a hand between your legs, lazily sliding his fingers through the mess. “And then I fuck you the way I really wanted to. I need to see the face you make when I make you cum. Hope you know I’m not usually this sweet ‘nd gentle, right? Think you can take it?”

“So you were just being nice to me?” you tease gently, pushing your ass back towards him. “Do you think I’m that delicate?”

“You better not be.”

“Try me.”

A low groan pulls from his throat and Touya bundles you off the couch. You scramble to your feet before you can fall, and turn to look at him.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, sapphire eyes dark and blown, desire etched into the hard lines on his face. His jeans are low on his hips and he tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the couch. 

Your eyes trace over the garden of ink on his torso, a swirling mass of flames and flowers that you’ve spent plenty of time admiring in the past. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, used to Touya lounging around the house in the warmer months in nothing but a pair of shorts, but with the darky, needy look in his eyes as he prowls towards you… It’s different now. He’s not stripping to get comfortable.

Anticipation thrills up your spine.

“Shower, now,” Touya rasps, herding you down the hallways towards your room. “And I better not catch you whinin’ cause I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til I’m through with you.”

Sunlight pours through the small gap of your bedroom blinds, but that’s not what wakes you. You’re far too used to it for that. You’re not sure what it is exactly that has you blinking awake.

Maybe it has something to do with the arm wrapped around your waist, or the thigh curled over your own. It could be the mild soreness between your legs, or possibly the stinging sensation of multiple bite marks across your body, courtesy of the perpetrator currently lightly snoring into your shoulder. 

You gently turn over, detangling yourself from his limbs as quietly as possible. Touya has always been a somewhat heavy sleeper, so it’s not like it’s hard; but he really isn't a good morning person, so the last thing you want to do is wake him.

He mumbles something and flips onto his stomach, not waking for a moment. 

You gaze at him for a moment, eyes soft. His hair is a mess, inky strands sprawled across the section of his face not buried in the pillow. After smoothing the wayward tresses covering his eyes, you sit up slowly, your gaze drawn to the ink twisting up his back. Your fingers trace the lines with quiet reverence.

It really is beautiful; you know it took Touya a long time to get it all done. The hemlock on his forearms drooping and smoking from the surrounding flame turn to vines as they spread out up his biceps, shoulders, and throat. You know on his front the vines swirl throughout a meadow of baby’s breath and gladioli down his collarbone and chest, but on his back they weave around a breathtaking lotus that’s shedding its petals one by one, the ones that fall gathering in a pile at the dip of his spine. 

“Ya done starin’?”

You jump as he rolls onto his side to smirk at you, eyes droopy and tired. Touya chuckles at your expression and tugs you to his chest, giving a low groan as he tries to get comfortable again.

“Touya, wait—”

“Just go back to sleep, alright? It’s still fuckin’ early,” he mumbles gruffly, closing his eyes.

But your eyes are wide open, filled with panic. “I said wait, Touya!” you hiss desperately, struggling in his hold to sit back up.

You can feel the heat of mortification storming across your body as you maintain eye contact with the youngest Todoroki, who’s standing silently in the doorway of your bedroom. 

His two-tone eyes are unreadable, but you know your younger brother well enough by now to know that the slight pull of his eyebrows means he’s shocked, that the miniscule purse of his lips means he’s upset.

Not that you can blame him. Walking in on your step-sister naked in bed with your older brother is not exactly prime model behavior. 

“S-shoto,” you whisper, pitched and panicked. “I, uh…”

Oh, god, there’s no good way to explain this. You’re frozen, too petrified to even shield your body from his hard stare. You’re covered in bites and bruises, hair a mess and you can almost feel your relationship with Shoto shattering to dust when Touya groans dramatically and shoves his face in the pillow.

“Seriously, Shoto, your timing is fuckin’ awful. It’s too goddamn early for this. Try again later.”

Shoto glares at his brother and you can only gape at him as he drops his bag in the doorway and sits on the edge of your bed, right by your side. “You’re too impatient, nii-san. We agreed that we were going to wait.”

“Plans change.” Touya’s words are still muffled into the pillow, resiliently clinging to the notion that sleep is not yet lost. “Snooze ‘nd you lose.”

“Wait, what?”

Shoto doesn’t answer your question, a pout forming on his lips as he traces the teeth marks on your shoulder with a gentle touch. He doesn’t miss the slight wince of your expression; Touya had marked that same spot several times over last night. 

“He was so rough with you,” Shoto says softly. “I would have been gentle.”

Touya snorts and raises his head. “Fuck off, I was gentle. …the first time.”

Shoto rolls his eyes. “Kinda hard to believe when she’s covered in teeth marks.”

You’re too busy reeling to take much notice of their bickering. 

It’s Shoto; straight-laced, kind, upstanding Shoto. The Todoroki family’s shining star. Why isn’t he telling you how sick this is, and demanding to know what you were thinking crossing the bounds of family in such a forbidden manner?

Shoto notices your rising agitation and murmurs something soothing, trying to catch your attention by cradling your face in his palms. His eyebrows furrow gently at the sight of your quickly welling tears. 

“We love you.” He says it simply, like that’s all there is to know.

Touya sits up swiftly since he obviously isn’t going to get to go back to sleep, and croons at you as he kisses the back of your neck, “Want us to prove it, doll?”

Shoto glares at his brother over your shoulder, unimpressed. “You already got to be with her.” 

“And I’m gonna have her again. If you want her at all you’re gonna learn how to fuckin’ share, little brother.”

Why didn’t you see it all before? 

Shoto has always clung to you. He was almost as desperate for your attention as Touya right from the start. He always insisted you help him study, even when you were certain he knew the material already; he would ask you to cook dinner with him on his nights. 

When he graduated he insisted you visit him every weekend so you wouldn’t drift apart; it was him who suggested his father’s agency for your internship, where he debuted as a hero a few years ago. He even wrote your recommendation letter. He would always swing by in the morning with your coffee order, and without fail walked you to your car every night.

His love just wasn’t as obvious, at least not to you. His hugs were quick, like he didn’t want to be touched; his kisses might as well have been ghostlike, like he couldn’t handle being that close. You always thought he was just copying his big brother, but out of obligation, not desire.

“You love me?” You whisper the words looking at Shoto, but the question is for both of them.

"Of course—"

“Don’t be stupid, doll,” Touya mumbles, cutting him off and sucking another bruise into a miraculously unmarked portion of your neck. “‘Course we do.”

Shoto quietly brushes a stray tear from the apple of your cheeks, his lips following soon after. They’re warm, soft against your skin. 

He smiles.

“You weren’t around when we were growing up, so it’s not obvious to you how much we’ve changed for the better since you joined our family. I can’t imagine the person I’d be right now if it weren’t for the way I feel about you.”

“Shoto…”

Shoto pulls back, his smile still warming his face, but smaller, calmer. “Especially Touya. I think if it weren’t for you, he would have left us a long time ago. Our father wasn’t…well, you brought him back.”

You stiffen in surprise, and Touya grumbles under his breath, trying to cover his embarrassment with coarseness. “Brat. Don’t go spoutin’ that shit now.”

Shoto makes a low huff of amusement before tugging you out of the eldest’s arms, ignoring Touya’s growl of protest. 

“Let me have you to myself for just a minute,” Shoto breathes.

And then he’s kissing you. His touch is so sweet and he’s so warm that you can’t help but melt into him. No part of him is shying away from you now as he pushes himself between your legs, strong arms guiding you back down to the bed. 

He’s unyielding as his tongue traces the seam of your lips, a heady desperation fueling him that you can’t help but get swept up in, parting your lips for him with a breathy moan. Shoto hums, his tongue meeting yours tentatively until your fingers curl into the collar of his shirt and tug him closer, and he crumbles. The kiss grows wet, fervent, your head swimming as he refuses to relent, content to taste you even as your legs curl around his waist, spelling your impatience. 

“Calm down,” he mumbles against your lips, giving you a small break as he nips gently at your neck, his tongue soothing the bite marks decorating your throat. “There’s no need to rush any of this.”

“I don’t want to wait.” You gasp as his lips move lower, sucking and kissing at your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts, down your navel. Sparks follow the trail he’s making, down to where he stops, his eyes staring in disapproval of more bites scattered across the insides of your thighs.

His eyes are sharp as they look to you then Touya when your head falls back onto your pillows, covering your face in embarrassment. 

“Is there no part of her you left untouched?”

Shoto glares at him, but Touya stares back, both smug and aroused. 

“Nope.”

“You’re an animal.”

“She liked it.”

“Oh my god, stop talking!” you whine, forearms still covering your face. Excitement and arousal is making your body hot and you’re desperate for Shoto to keep going, but you know they could bicker forever. You’ve seen it plenty of times.

His mismatched eyes soften as they flash back to you, and he leans to pull your arms down. When he’s satisfied you’re watching him he continues, pressing his lips to the juncture where your thighs meet your mound. 

Your chest feels tight with anticipation as his fingers grope at your thighs, kneading the plush flesh before sliding around to cup your ass. You moan when he inhales the scent of your growing arousal before his tongue peeks out to part your folds, flattening and dragging up through your slit. As he reaches the bundle of nerves at the top, he retreats, blowing on the nub lightly. Shoto’s head swims at the sound of your whine, so he does it again, desperate to hear you make that sound again.

Shoto’s fingers dig into the swell of your ass as he groans and pulls you closer, his tongue delving into your dripping cunt and lapping at your juices. You’re propped on your forearms, watching him with hazy eyes as he tastes you, your chest heaving at the assault of sensations. 

He’s gentler than Touya, but that doesn’t make it any less intense. Your fingers grip the sheets tightly as he slurps at your cunt, his tongue blistering on your slit as he draws it up to flick over your swollen clit. You keen when he seals his lips around it and sucks, the touch hot and wet. 

The sloppy sounds of him savoring you make your body ignite, your arousal spilling onto the sheets even though you haven’t cum. You’re desperate to, but Shoto’s movements are slow and deliberate—you can tell he’s nowhere near finished. 

Teal and brown eyes are not quite closed but far-seeing, as if he’s lost in something—in you. The sight of it tightens something in you, has your shaking fingers reaching for him until they tangle in the crimson strands of his left side. Shoto’s groan devolves into a whine as you tug him closer, the vibrations of his noises making your eyes roll back. The younger Todoroki doesn’t resist your grasp, he leans into it, his tongue moving deeper, more desperate.

You make a noise of approval, your hips jumping when his fingers slip into you, prodding at your walls until your legs snap closed around his cheeks. He looks drunk cushioned between your thighs, the wet sounds and his moans melding together and making your mind melt.

“Fuckin’ shit,” Touya rasps beside you, on his knees now as his fingers form a tight ring around the head of his cock.

Your head turns to him, moaning when he shuffles towards you and presses the head of his cock against your lips. 

“Open up, doll. You’re killin’ me, sound so good like that.”

With a soft whimper, you part your lips and he feeds his cock into your mouth with a relieved sigh. As he pushes deeper you drag your tongue over each metal bar on the underside of his cock, gentle with the balled ends, counting five as they push deeper.

Last night in the shower Touya finally let you have a look, grinning at your wide eyed expression as you carefully brushed your fingers along his Jacob's ladder. He’d hissed under his breath as you nudged the last set, the lorum at the base of his shaft.

“Easy, that one’s new.”

That’s what you’re reaching for now as his fingers thread through your hair, his groans rough as he pulls you deeper onto his cock, your tongue swirling at the furthermost metal beads. You preen as he curses at the wet touch of your tongue ghosting the edge of his balls.

Touya pulls out slowly before thrusting back into your mouth; you’re trying your best not to gag, swallowing rapidly as his head touches the back of your throat.

“That’s a good slut,” Touya hisses, holding your head flush to his pelvis. His cock throbs at the feel of your throat closing around him, his head tossing back. “Pay attention to me.”

You whimper around Touya’s cock as Shoto gives a harsh suck on your clit, uncharacteristic of his attentions so far, and your watery gaze flicks downward to see Shoto leveling a heated stare at his brother again.

Touya takes notice, a lopsided grin spreading across his face as leers back at his little brother. “What, don’t like me calling it like it is? She really is a good little whore for me, you know. You should’ve heard the way she screamed for me last night.”

You moan around his length as one of Touya’s hands closes around your neglected breasts, his fingers pulling at the hardened nubs to hear the desperate sounds you make as he rocks in and out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t call her that,” Shoto mumbles, his eyes glazed as he watches you writhe under his brother’s touch. His chin and cheeks are smeared with your arousal. The beginning beads of sweat have his hair sticking to his forehead. 

Touya shrugs. 

“She seems fine with it. Hasn’t complained.” He eases out of your throat and watches you inhale sharply, taking in the much needed oxygen. 

“Still.”

The younger one sits up and slides off the bed, a smile tugging at his lips at your whine of protest. Shoto pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair and dropping it to your floor before popping the button of his jeans, hooking his thumbs in the waistband to push them off.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve only just started,” Shoto breathes, returning to the bed with a new fire in his eyes. 

You inhale shakily at the sight of him exposed, the rippling muscle a sharp contrast to Touya’s lean figure. The eldest is healthy, and in no way out of shape, but Shoto’s strict training regimen has his body in peak physical condition. 

There’s clean white and pink scars littering his chest from his escapades as a hero, but it does nothing to take away from his beauty. As he steps closer to you, your eyes trail downward to his pelvis where his cock bobs between his legs looking painfully hard, the pretty pink tip drooling. Your eyes widen; it looks heavy, thick, unable to bear its own weight and leaning to the left. At the base is a well-kept patch of hair that matches his split coloration just like the rest of his body hair. 

As if sensing your trepidation at his brother’s size, Touya narrows his eyes and rests back on his haunches so you can take a moment to get adjusted. Shoto pulls you to the edge of the bed, spreading your thighs and standing between them as his hungry stare roves over your glistening cunt before snapping up to meet your gaze. He slides his length between your dripping folds and takes in a harsh breath at the feel of you.

His voice is soft, a light tremble to it the only tell of his nerves. “Do you want me to use a—”

“No,” you mumble shyly, fighting the urge to cover your face as his cheeks pinken at your immediate denial. “I wanna feel you, Sho’.”

“Okay,” he returns, sounding dazed. “Okay.”

Shoto drags the thick head of his cock through your juices again, lubricating himself fully before pressing himself against your fluttering hole, completely focused on the way you respond as he eases himself into your warmth.

You moan loudly at the immediate stretch, head thrown back as he slowly enters you. His eyebrows furrow at your tight heat, and he groans lowly in his chest as he coaches himself internally not to just hilt himself in you. 

A strangled sound works its way up both your throats as he drags his hips back and pushes in again, trying to work himself deeper. 

“Sho,” you gasp, fingers digging into the sheets as he sinks another inch into you, your eyes screwing shut. He’s so thick you don’t understand it. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s overwhelming, fighting the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shoto chokes out, gripping your thighs tightly to ground himself. “So tight, so perfect. Feels like you’re made for me.”

“Holy fuck.” The words come from Touya, and you barely register the slick sound as the eldest slowly works his fist over his cock. Sapphire eyes lock on to where your drooling cunt is struggling to accommodate even two thirds of his younger brother’s cock. 

You can feel yourself getting more desperate, wanting to ground yourself to something, but there’s nothing to hold onto. 

Touya eyes the way your chest heaves, goosebumps rising on his skin at the hiccuping mewls you keep making. With an amused huff, he drops his cock and shifts closer until he’s sitting at your side. Shoto glares at him as he gets closer gripping your thighs possessively, but the heat falls short, the feeling of your slick walls too much. 

“Just keep going,” Touya mutters gruffly, staring down at your trembling figure as opposed to making eye contact with his little brother. “You should be doin’ this yourself, but as much as I like watchin’ her squirm, she likes it when I touch her.”

His slender fingers trace over your mound before his thumb presses into your throbbing clit. 

“F-fuck!” you warble out as heat strikes low in your belly, and Shoto echoes you with a groan as your cunt flutters around him as if trying to suck him deeper.

“There’s that dirty mouth,” Touya coos, voice dripping with playful condescension. He rubs slow, soothing circles around your clit, his eyes almost predatory with hunger. “That feel better? Bet you’re soaking now. Want him to just shove it in you, hmm?”

“Y-yes, yes!” you whine, teary eyes flickering from Touya to Shoto, desperate, pleading. “Want more, Shoto, please. Deeper!”

Shoto shakes at the pure need in your tone, his thighs tensing as his cock throbs. “Shit, sweetheart. Are you sure?”

“Please!”

“You heard her.” Touya retracts his hand, sucking the traces of your arousal off his fingers as he retreats further onto the bed. 

Shoto barely hears him, adjusting his grip so that he’s holding your hips as he firmly fucks himself deeper. The gape of your lips, the tears clinging to your lashes: that’s all he can see as he’s finally seated in your pussy. It feels like the heat of you is going to melt him. He groans as you wrap your thighs around his waist and leans down to capture your lips. 

You’re taking him like it’s nothing now, your tits pressed against his chest as you arch into him, hips bucking into his as he fucks you slow. His kiss is hot, quick, desperate, but he has to fuck you slow or he’s going to lose it. His body tingles with pleasure as your moans spill into his throat, your nails raking down his back as you ground yourself.

Shoto’s mind swims as you mewl his name against his lips over and over. His head feels full of cotton as his thrusts begin to get a little sharper, jostling the bed. His grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you steadily back into each thrust, pupils blowing out at the way your cries get more desperate, your back arching as your walls clamp and spasm around him. There’s a gush of slick coating his pelvis and the tops of his thighs now, but Shoto doesn’t stop; his hands slip under your back, grasping you tightly as he pulls you up off the bed completely.

You sink deeper onto his cock with a high squeal, and Shoto cups your ass to hold you up a little, widening his stance so he can fuck into you steadily. You whimper at the overstimulation, your teeth finding his collarbone as Shoto mumbles breathlessly.

"A little more, sweetheart. Just a little more, you're doing so good."

Touya snorts. "Now who's an animal?"

Shoto whines and turns, sitting back onto the bed and laying back, raising your hips so he can watch his length pumping into you. Your release is shining between your thighs, everywhere really, sticking to his thighs and matting the red and white of his pubic hair. 

When your moans cut off, Shoto looks up to see your lips pressed to Touya's. The elder brother has his fingers between your legs again, rubbing on your clit as he curls your fist around his cock, guiding your hand to stroke it with his own. 

The tension in Shoto's gut stretches thin when he picks up Touya's low rasp, biting out between the gaps of his rough kisses.

"C'mon doll, squeeze him for me— You want a break, you gotta make him cum. You wanna make him cum, don't'cha?"

"Yeah, wanna feel him cum," you whimper, tearing your lips from Touya's to stare down at Shoto with pleading eyes. "Want your cum Sho', please."

"S-shit, sweetheart."

Shoto half sits up in his aim to reach for you, his finger’s curling around the back of your neck and pulling you back down with him as he licks into your mouth. His other arm wraps around your hips, holding you down onto him as he grinds his cock into you, moaning shamelessly down your throat at the way your walls are milking him. 

“Oh fuck, oh shit—” Shoto breaks from your lips with a low cry, clutching you to his chest; white dots his vision as he gives in, his cock jerking as he unravels, several spurts of hot cum shooting deep into your pussy. “Oh god, you feel so good. You did so good.”

A jolt runs up his spine when Shoto realizes your hips are moving, grinding down on his slowly softening cock.

“So close,” you slur into his chest. “‘M so close, Sho’. ‘M right there.”

“Keep going, sweetheart,” Shoto breathes, trying not to moan at the jolt of overstimulation on his spent cock.

It’s sensitive, but it’s bearable, especially when it’s rewarded as your fluttering walls clamp down hard, your thighs quaking around his own. Your whine is loud even as it muffles into his shoulder, your nails digging into his chest as ride out your orgasm with little jerks of your hips. Shoto can barely comprehend the feeling swelling up inside him as you babble about how good his cock feels, how good he’s making you feel; amazement, pride, and no short amount of giddiness sits warm in his chest. 

Shoto rubs a soothing palm up and down your back, mumbling sweet nothings as you relax into his chest, only to groan softly as your hips raise enough for his cock to slip out with a wet sound. His head pops up at the feel of something brushing between his legs, only to see Touya standing above you both, his hands on your hips. 

Goosebumps rise on Shoto’s skin as he feels Touya’s hand brush over the tops of his thighs as his elder brother angles his cock towards your quivering, spent pussy.

You moan weakly, but don’t shy away from his touch.

“She looks so worn out, poor thing,” Touya coos, his voice filled with a sympathy that doesn’t match the wicked gleam in his eyes. “But this slutty pussy should be able to take more than this. Don't worry, doll. You'll get used to it soon."

#touya x reader #shoto x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #touya todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #tw.stepcest #yuli writes

[shippingcannons]

This is a poem/song that I wrote in my les mis poem book long time ago (posting for barricade day)

***

The blind's eyes had opened

Light filtering through eyelids

Tears escaping, turning golden

And no friend by his side

There, stood the sun

Proud and majestic

Showing no sign of fear

As he stared at the guns

And as the blind watched

He realized that's the end

He leaped out of his chair

With a cry to wait

"Kill me with the god"

He said, out of breath

"I cannot lose this love"

And he held out his hand

And his golden Apollo

Took his hand with a smile

As the both stared straight forward

To the barrels of the guns

"I permit it" he whispered

As soft as the touch

And when gunshots filled the air

The blind had peace at last

#les mis #barricade day #yuli writes #I'm sorry for anyone trying to go through this website normally #also double sorry because I wrote this poem long ago and it's kinds shitty ngl

[yuli-zon]

Cade wrestling Ö

#my art #wip #art #sketch #ibispaintx #original character #original art #support small artists #original fiction #original story #my oc #oc #wrestling #yuli’s ocs #artist support #artists on tumblr #procreate #original writing #my ocs #small artist #oc art #digital art #commissions open #art commissions 2023 #comic artist #commission art #commission info

[shslprince]

Also once agains taps the sign momota has said/done some jackass stunts but is never intentionally malicious. He is riddled with his own vices and hypocrisy but has a genuine need to help others and has a kind heart.

#yuli speaks #its called having nuanced and complex writing you guys

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Delighted with all the things different languages have done to Julius Caesar's name. The man was a grammar nerd and probably would've been very annoyed that nobody writes it as C. IVLIVS CAESAR anymore. A+ work everyone.

Some favorite spellings I found while trawling Wikipedia:

Aragonese: Chulio César

Asturian: Xuliu César

Azerbaijani: Yuli Sezar

Extremaduran: Juliu Cesa

Lojban: .iuli'us. kaisar. (Yes, the periods are part of the name)

Malagasy: Joliosy Kaisara

Manx: Jool Kaesar

Picard: Jules Chésar

Samogitian: Jolėjos Cezaris

Walloon: Djule Cezår

Welsh: Iŵl Cesar (my personal favorite because it looks like the Britons going "uwu" after running him out of Britain)

#get his ass britons! #feel free to add your own language's version #i love the dj- in the walloon one so much #the funky lojban periods... #languages #julius caesar #jlrrt speaks #orthography

[missveryvery]

Playing Promise of Lingyun. It has pretty good writing. you can be gay married in it, it's great. This is my character and my WIFE, Yuli. I named my character Mu Qing because I was just going to fuck around in the game for research and like "a wuxia setting so I need a name that fits. Well I know one name that works..." but damn I am now living my best life as lesbian mq.

#promise of lingyun #art