i'm sure there's a lot of you who will be disappointed once you hear the news that i'm about to deliver, however, it's how i feel and i think you guys deserve an explanation!
ive had this account for as long as i can remember, and it's seen me through some hard times, and i can't thank you guys more than enough for that. sure i'm the writer and you guys are the reader, but there's so much more to it than that. you guys played such a vital role in my life, new or old, and im so so grateful.
ive entered a new stage of my life, and as i continue to go through the growing pains that is being alive, unfortunately, that new stage does not include this account :(
ive tried to come back, dropping a few scarce uploads here and there, and it just doesn't feel the same. Genuine. And you guys don't deserve that.
so, i'm officially going into retirement until further notice!
of course, as always, ill be leaving my fics up because duh those and you guys are my babies! so, they'll stay up for your viewing pleasure.
as always, you guys are beautiful, you deserve everything no matter your size, and im so glad i was able to represent my community for as long as i did! sometimes it's hard being plus size in a world with singular digits, but we're still here, and we're beautiful and amazing!!!
i love all of you guys, thank you, and see you next time!
I saw you were making new masterlists and i got so excited! I can’t wait to see what amazing stories you come up with next!! (i’m especially excited for that hotch one 👀👀)
YESSS THERE ARE NEFARIOUS PLANS AT WORK 😈😈 may i ask which hotch fic you're referring too 🤔 there are a many ideas i've posted :3
SHE'S ALREADY CATCHING POOR HOTCHNER SO OFF GUARD!!! he's still kind of under the impression that he doesn't need an assistant, but he's coming around to her (slowly... in his own hotch way) 🌝🌝
UGHHH and he's always in her ear and she's always trying to be the queen of professionalism™ but now she's always watching aaron a little TOO closely and he's like "🤨 do you need something" and she's like "no 👀" while desperately pining away for her emotionally stunted dilfy boss
I saw you were making new masterlists and i got so excited! I can’t wait to see what amazing stories you come up with next!! (i’m especially excited for that hotch one 👀👀)
YESSS THERE ARE NEFARIOUS PLANS AT WORK 😈😈 may i ask which hotch fic you're referring too 🤔 there are a many ideas i've posted :3
SHE'S ALREADY CATCHING POOR HOTCHNER SO OFF GUARD!!! he's still kind of under the impression that he doesn't need an assistant, but he's coming around to her (slowly... in his own hotch way) 🌝🌝
I saw you were making new masterlists and i got so excited! I can’t wait to see what amazing stories you come up with next!! (i’m especially excited for that hotch one 👀👀)
YESSS THERE ARE NEFARIOUS PLANS AT WORK 😈😈 may i ask which hotch fic you're referring too 🤔 there are a many ideas i've posted :3
Hi! So I recently started reading flour stories on here & im loving them! Can I ask you to do one with Rossi & a plus size female reader where shes had feelings for him for a long time and he secretly feels the same about her but he doesn't act on it bc of his age, hes alot older. But she believes he would never be into her bc of her size 😔 Smut would definitely be a plus LOL, Thanks!
haiii unfortunately i don't write for rossi but i do write for other characters for criminal minds under my requesting rules!!
aaron hotchner // fem plus size assistant!reader, wc: written on desktop!
"Here's that coffee."
Aaron looks up from his pile of files, and before he can even open his mouth you speak.
"Mostly black with one or two sugars depending on your day." You smile softly. "And seeing the amount of paperwork that's on your desk, it's two sugars and a splash of creamer."
He flounders.
"I... thank you."
"No problem, Mr. Hotchner."
Internal sigh.
It doesn't matter how many times he's told you to either call him 'Hotch' or 'Aaron', you insist on referring to him as 'Mr', and while it's not uncommon for people to call him that, it just makes him feel weird.
It's because you like it.
He watches you with furrowed brows as you move around his office with a swiftness; rearranging a stack of papers there, straightening of a picture frame there. All meticulously placed with devotion.
"I didn't ask you for coffee." Is what he manages to say.
You perk up from where you were opening his - now color coded - filing cabinet, raised hand lowering in surprise.
"Oh! Um - I just noticed the bags under your eyes, and the way you were slouching. And... and you were running a little behind, so I just figured you weren't able to get your cup of coffee yet."
He stares at you, perplexed.
You'd only been working for him for about three months, so the fact that you were able to notice his quirks and be able to make a deduction from them was impressive.
"What?" You ask with an unsure smile.
"Are you sure you're not a profiler?"
"What?" You sputter again, laughing this time. "No!" You shrug. "You're just - not as perplexing as you think you are."
"Is that so?" He asks with a thick, raised eyebrow.
Your eyes widened.
"Oh! Oh, gosh! Not like - not like that's a bad thing or you have a superiority complex or anything like that!" You ramble, hands nervously busying themselves with setting the files you were holding in their rightful color coded place.
For the first time of the day, Aaron doesn't feel like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
He finds himself sitting up straighter, his hands coming together in front of him in a clasp.
"Calm down," A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I was just kidding."
"Oh," You nod with a relieved smile. "Good."
"I appreciate what you do for me, and how insightful you are. That's important to me and the job."
eddie munson // plus size cheerleader!reader, wc: written on desktop!
"You're still a - oh fuck!" You moan between a particularly harsh thrust. "A fucking freak."
"Right, right," Eddie huffs through a smirk. "Of course."
A large, ringed hand leaves your hip to sneak under the tiny top of your cheerleading uniform, gripping at your bra covered breasts.
"You're so handsy." You huff, but your head leans further back when the tip of his cock nudges at your g-spot.
"Mm..." He hums. "But you like it."
"I don't like you." You spit.
"Oh but you like me enough to fuck you?"
"I - ngh - I tolerate you."
"Sure." Eddie leans up from where he was hovering over the span of your back to flip up your dark green skirt.
He groans at the sight of a ring your creamy arousal forming on his shaft. His pelvis is soaked with your fluids. He's starting to think yours and his definition of 'tolerate' is different.
"You're such a pervert!" You cry when he presses right between your shoulder blades to pin you down to the floor of his van.
"You know what I think, princess?" He says, completely disregarding your insults.
"I think you've never had a man that could - oh shit," You clench down, causing him to choke. "That could shut you up."
He watches, mesmerized as he goes in, and out, and in, and out...
"You're always calling the shots, telling people to do things." He closes the gaps between your bodies to allow his lips to caress the shell of your ear.
You shiver at the feeling of his hot breath, his brunette locks fanning around your face, blanketing you.
He smells like weed and cheap cologne, and you're fucking drowning in it; but you'd rather eat shit and die before telling him that.
"Unfortunately for you, my queen bee, this isn't the hallways of Hawkins. You're in my turf."
He punctuates his point with another chest punching thrust that sends you further into the stained carpet.
"You ever think your little cheer mates wonder why my van is still here?" Another thrust. "Do you think they'd piece it together? Care enough to notice how you disappear ten minutes before you're supposed to?"
"Lucky for you, snake charmer," He continues. "I'm rather good at keeping secrets. Y'know, 'word is bond' and all that honorary stuff."
"I'm the one that can't stop talking?" You huff out with a delirious grin. "You're all talk."
You're so close, and you'd be lying if you said his words aren't inching you closer to your end.
"Oh yeah?" He challenges.
"Yeah."
The van's already warm, what's a little more heat between friends?