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[zaerilyn]

SUBLIMATION, guide on how to piss off a fire lord in 10 sec ♡

18+ MDNI, adult!zuko, established relationship, possessive & fiercely jealous!zuko, petty!zuko, touch-starved, spanking / light discipline, overstimulation, mirror sex, size kink, heavy fingering / clit stimulation, creampie, dom!zuko.

❝ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥? 𝘰𝘩, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.ᐟ ❞ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

The royal dining room smelled like braised komodo turkey, warm spices, and impending chaos. That last ingredient was entirely Sokka’s fault.

He had arrived two days ago under the very reasonable pretense of a “diplomatic visit” which everyone in the palace understood to mean he had eaten all the sea prunes in the South Pole and needed a change of scenery. He had immediately made himself at home in the most aggressively Sokka way possible—reorganizing the palace kitchen’s meat storage, loudly critiquing the royal chefs’ spice choices, and staging what he called a “cultural exchange” that mostly involved teaching three Imperial Guards how to play Pai Sho wrong.

Zuko was handling it with the strained, tight-jawed dignity of a man who genuinely loved his brother-in-arms and also, genuinely, desperately wished he would go home.

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life.

“The problem,” Sokka announced, gesturing with his chopsticks at nobody in particular, “is that Fire Nation desserts don’t hit right. Too much spice. Not enough—I don’t know—comfort.”

“They’re not supposed to be comfortable,” Zuko said flatly, not looking up from his bowl. “They’re supposed to be refined.”

“Refined.” Sokka repeated it like a curse word. He looked at you across the wide lacquered table. “Y/N, back me up. You’ve eaten in the North. You know what a good dessert tastes like.”

“I’m staying out of this,” you said serenely, pouring yourself a cup of jasmine tea.

“Smart woman.” Zuko reached for his own tea.

“Traitor,” Sokka said to you, but his tone was fond. He jabbed his chopsticks toward the small porcelain dish near the center of the table. It was a delicate Fire Nation layered cake, dark red bean paste between thin sheets of honey sponge, dusted with powdered cinnamon. “I’ll admit, though. That thing looks dangerous. In a good way.”

“It’s yuèbing-style,” you said, leaning forward slightly to inspect it. “Fire Nation adaptation. They bake it with dragon fruit reduction instead of lotus paste.”

Sokka’s eyes lit up with the specific enthusiasm he reserved for food and battle strategy. “Okay. Okay, that sounds incredible, actually—”

“It is,” you confirmed. You picked up a small serving spoon, cut a neat portion, and held it out. Not toward Sokka, but toward the man sitting directly to your left.

Zuko stiffened.

It was a nearly imperceptible thing. A millimeter of tension across his broad shoulders, a slight sharpening of his gaze as it dropped to the spoon now hovering in the space between you. The cake sat there, perfectly portioned, an earnest little offering from his fiancée.

He looked at it. He looked at Sokka, who was watching the exchange with the focused, calculating attention of a man who had once tracked a sea serpent across open water for three days on a bet.

Zuko looked back at the spoon.

“I have my own utensils,” he said.

You blinked. “I know. I’m offering you mine.”

“I can feed myself.”

“Zuko—”

“I’m twenty-eight years old.”

The silence that followed was exquisite. You held his gaze for one long beat. He held it back, expression perfectly composed, jaw set at the precise angle you had privately catalogued as his I am the Fire Lord and I am not flustered, what are you talking about, I am completely fine angle.

You lowered the spoon.

Across the table, Sokka made a sound that wasn’t quite a cough and wasn’t quite a laugh, but existed somewhere in the loaded territory between them. You caught his eye.

Something passed between you. It was wordless, instantaneous, and absolutely damning. It was the specific telepathy that develops between two people who both find the same man endearing in his mortifying stubbornness.

You looked back down at the spoon in your hand. Then, with the serene composure of someone who had absolutely no ulterior motive whatsoever, you turned slightly in your seat and extended the spoon across the table toward Sokka instead.

“Sokka,” you said pleasantly. “Do you want to try it?”

Sokka’s expression went from conspiratorial delight to the studied, innocent blankness of a seasoned chaos agent. He straightened in his seat. He placed a solemn hand over his heart.

“I,” he said gravely, “would be honored.”

He leaned forward. He accepted the spoon. He closed his eyes as he tasted it with the theatrical reverence of a man experiencing a religious event, and then he let out a low, appreciative groan that was at least forty percent louder than necessary.

“Oh,” Sokka breathed. “Oh, that’s—Y/N. Y/N, this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

“Isn’t it?” you agreed warmly.

“I might have to move into the Fire Nation palace permanently.”

“We have a lovely east wing.”

“Perfect. I’ll take it.”

The temperature in the dining room had been climbing for approximately twelve seconds. You felt it before you looked. It was the specific, simmering heat that radiated off Zuko when his composure was being tested. The barely-leashed inner fire usually only made itself known when he was in the middle of a council session gone wrong, or when his fiancée had just deliberately fed another man dessert right in front of him.

Zuko was staring at Sokka with an expression so flat and so incinerating it could have stripped paint from the walls.

Sokka, to his eternal credit, met that stare with the breezy, untroubled grin of a man who had survived a war and therefore had genuinely recalibrated his fear threshold. He set the spoon down on the table between you with a small, precise click.

“I mean,” Sokka said, in the tone of someone making a completely reasonable observation, “you did turn it down.”

You pressed your lips together very hard.

“You specifically said,” you added, with perfect innocence, “that you could feed yourself.”

Zuko turned to look at you. The flat expression had not moved. If anything, it had intensified. His golden eyes tracked from your face to the spoon to Sokka’s deeply satisfied expression and back to your face again, and you watched the precise moment he decided he was not going to dignify this with a response.

He reached across the table. He picked up the spoon. He cut himself a portion of the cake with the silent, deliberate calm of a man who was certainly not bothered. He ate it. He set the spoon down.

“It’s fine,” he said.

“Just fine?” Sokka asked.

“It’s cake, Sokka.”

“Y/N said it was incredible—”

“The conversation,” Zuko said, with a finality that had once ended full council meetings, “is over.”

You and Sokka thought it was funny.

Well. Your little prank is not so funny now.

Because right now, you are in the Fire Lord’s private chambers, stripped bare and face-down across his lap with the heavy silk sheets bunched uselessly beneath your palms, rapidly revising your opinion of the entire spoon incident.

He had been very calm about it. That was the most unnerving part. No raised voice, no dramatic declaration. Just the quiet deliberate efficiency of a man with a point to make and absolutely no intention of rushing. He walked you through the mahogany doors, turned the lock, sat down on the edge of the mattress, and looked at you. That was all it took. One look, and here you were: draped across his lap as his large calloused hand rested light and warm at the small of your back, the blistering heat of his thighs radiating straight through your bare skin, the horrible charged anticipation of waiting.

“You thought that was funny,” he said. Not a question. His voice was low, that gravelly unhurried register that did something catastrophic to your better judgment.

“A little,” you admitted, into the sheets.

His hand lifted. It came down with a sharp deliberate crack across the curve of your backside, and the sound that tore out of you was not dignified in any conceivable way.

“Zuko—”

“A little.” He repeated it perfectly even. His palm smoothed immediately over the sting, the scorching heat of his hand pressing into the bloom of warmth he had left behind. Your whole body clenched involuntarily at the contrast, the sharp bite of it dissolving almost instantly into a spreading maddening heat that pooled low and heavy in your core. “We’ll revisit that.”

He did it again. And again. Slow and measured, with that ruthless patience he applied to absolutely everything—council sessions, fire katas, and the systematic dismantling of your composure. Each strike was followed by the same soothing pass of his palm, his thumb tracing the flushed curve of your skin almost tenderly, and the combination of it was genuinely unhinged. Your fingers twisted into the silk. Your hips rolled without your permission. You heard the low dark exhale that came from him in response.

That was the thing about him. Zuko’s jealousy was a quiet, suffocating weight. He operated with the exact same obsessive, single-minded intensity that had once driven him across the globe for three years. Now, all of that relentless focus was trapped inside this room, directed entirely at stripping away your composure until you remembered exactly who claimed you.

You supposed that’s just how Fire Lord Zuko is. The jealous type.

By the time he finally stilled his hand, your skin was flushed a vivid burning pink, radiating its own warmth, every trace of your natural waterbender’s cold chased clean out of you. Your breathing was a wreck. The sheets beneath your palms were damp from the faint frost that had spiked off your overwhelmed skin and melted instantly against the furnace heat of his thighs.

“There,” Zuko murmured, his hand resting warm and still against your lower back. His voice had dropped into something quieter. Not soft exactly, but settled. Certain. “There you are.”

What came after was not gentle, and it was not quick.

He put you on all fours. His hands were sure and unhurried as he arranged you exactly where he wanted you, and the first stroke of his cock splitting you open dragged a completely ruined sound out of your throat that you felt no shame about whatsoever. He was thick and devastating at this angle, every thrust bottoming out so deep you felt it behind your navel, his hips snapping into the still-flushed spanked curve of your ass with a sharp filthy sound that filled the entire chamber. His long dark hair had come loose from its tie and fell around his face as he leaned over you, the ends brushing your spine, and even half-wrecked as you were the sight of him in your peripheral vision made it worse—that sharp jaw locked tight, those golden eyes dark with focus, the broad scarred expanse of his chest sheened faintly with exertion, lean muscle shifting with every drive of his hips.

He fucked you thoroughly. Properly. Deep hard strokes at a pace that left you completely incoherent, your arms trembling, your face pressing into the pillow as your own voice became entirely unrecognizable to you. Tears tracked silently down your cheeks, the bright overwhelmed kind that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with the total dissolution of every last piece of your composure. You came with a broken sob muffled into the silk, clenching hard around him, and he followed close after with a low wrecked groan pressed between your shoulder blades, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’d feel it tomorrow.

For a moment, you both just breathed.

Then he drew you up.

He positioned you with those large certain hands, your back against his chest, his legs bracketing yours, the scorching wall of him solid at your spine. You were facing the mirror at the foot of the bed. You understood immediately, completely, why it was where it was.

You looked absolutely catastrophic. Your hair was a total wreck, dark strands plastered to your flushed tear-damp cheeks. Your lips were swollen. Your eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, the look of someone who had been thoroughly taken apart and hadn’t been put back together yet. Your cool skin was flushed with heat and steaming faintly where it pressed against the blistering heat of his chest, the fire-and-ice contrast rendered almost obscene in the amber glow of the hearth.

And then there was Zuko behind you, which was a genuinely unfair thing to have to look at in this particular state. His dark hair was fully loose now, falling in thick dishevelled waves past his jaw and brushing his scarred collarbone. His chest was bare, broad and heavily muscled with the lean hard lines of a man who had trained every day of his life, old battle scars mapping his torso in silver and pale gold. His jaw was tight, a muscle feathering in his scarred cheek. His golden eyes burned steady in the low firelight, fixed entirely on you. He looked like something forged from fire and focused want. You looked like you’d been hit by a wave and hadn’t surfaced yet.

The contrast was genuinely criminal.

His chin hooked over your shoulder. His golden eyes found yours in the glass and held.

“Don’t look away, princess,” he said quietly.

His hand slid down your stomach.

You were already so sensitized that when his fingers found your clit, your whole body jolted on pure reflex. His other arm banded across your ribs immediately, dragging you back flush against him, keeping you exactly and inescapably in place.

“Zuko—” His name fractured in your throat. “I can’t, I’m already—”

“I know,” he said. He didn’t stop.

His fingers worked your clit in tight relentless circles, the direct pressure against something so oversensitized from everything before that every stroke felt like too much and not enough at the same time. His other hand slid up to cup your left breast, squeezing the soft weight of it before his fingers found your nipple and pinched, sharp enough to make you gasp and clench and dig your nails into his forearm hard enough to leave marks.

“Look at the mirror,” he said against your ear.

You looked. You wished briefly that you hadn’t. Your face was a complete disaster, mouth open, eyes wet, cheeks scarlet, expression stripped down to pure sensation with nothing held back at all. The image of you coming apart while he remained so devastatingly composed behind you, his dark eyes tracking your every reaction with that consuming focused attention, was enough to make your thighs shake all over again.

His fingers tightened on your nipple, a rolling pinch that sent a sharp spike straight down to your already screaming clit. Then the hand at your core shifted, two fingers curling inside you while his thumb flicked directly over your swollen bud, and you actually sobbed. Loud and undignified and completely beyond caring.

“Still think it was funny?” he murmured against your ear, low and dark and almost conversational. His fingers never lost their rhythm for a single second.

You opened your mouth. You were going to say a little. You had fully intended to say a little, purely on principle, right up until his thumb pressed down firm and his fingers curled deeper and his other hand delivered one sharp stinging flick directly to your clit. Your entire spine arced off his chest.

What came out instead was his name. Just his name, over and over, increasingly incoherent.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, low and rough against your temple.

The orgasm hit so hard your vision went white at the edges, your whole body shaking, thighs clamping shut around his hand. His arm was the only thing keeping you from sliding completely off the mattress. He worked you through every convulsing shuddering second of it without mercy, fingers pumping steadily through the clench of your walls, thumb drawing slow circles over your hypersensitive clit until the sounds you were making were mostly just breath and the occasional broken fragment of please.

He finally, mercifully, stilled.

The room was very quiet. The hearth crackled. Your chest heaved. His chin was still hooked over your shoulder and in the mirror his expression had shifted into something quieter. Still dark, still certain, but underneath it the faintest trace of the thing he could never quite say out loud in dining rooms and corridors. The thing that only ever came out like this.

A thin curl of steam rose where your sweat-damp skin pressed against the furnace of his chest. The hearth fire guttered once, sympathetically.

He lowered you both down onto the mattress slowly, tucking you against his chest the same way he always did, with that quiet absolute possessiveness, like the decision had been made a long time ago and he had no interest in revisiting it. His hand settled heavy and warm at the curve of your waist. His thumb began its slow idle circle.

You lay there completely and entirely destroyed, listening to his heartbeat gradually decelerate against your cheek. The burn of him had faded from overwhelming to something grounding, a steady bone-deep warmth seeping into places the cold had lived for years.

“For the record,” you said, into the quiet.

“Mm.”

“You could have just eaten the cake.”

A beat. Then, low and dry, his voice rumbling against your cheek. “I’m aware of that.”

“Would have been easier.”

“I said I’m aware, princess.”

You smiled against his skin. “I’m just saying. For future reference. If I offer you a spoon—”

“I’ll take the spoon.”

“Good.”

“Don’t test me again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you murmured, partially lying as you pressed a soft kiss to the scar over his eye.

prologue ⧽ read more

this is actually a bonus chapter from the main ‘sublimation’ universe ;)

[aitheair]

a realm built from a fallen angel's loneliness, and everything that grew in the cracks.

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characters. provinces. playlists. mood-boards. scenes. provinces. virtues. vices. houses. history. book two. one-shots. about the author. writing advice/thoughts. brain dumps.

omniscient series

book one: quintessence current status: writing word count: 71k

book two: effervescent current status: plotting word count: n/a

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[kittyminion]

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[yuunarii-arii]

FANFICTION UNDER "THEODORE NOTT - IMAGINES"

The following fics were reposted and translated by @mel_potter_black on Wattpad.

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[kittyminion]

crazy how i didnt know about this until after the account was deleted

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𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

RICK GRIMES :

playing games (18+)- p1 - p2 - @kitty-grimes

valentines celebration (18+) - @rickgrimes-cupid

rescue mission (18+) - @rickydoodahgrimez

the lakes (18+) - p1 - p2 - p3 (ongoing) - @kyrasworldd

chastity (18+) - @ivolyn

something for you (18+) - @kitty-grimes

not a toy (18+) - @dollfacefantasy

keep ‘em on (18+) - @tinytownn

where the forbidden fruit resides (18+) - @kyrasworldd

mankind’s divine punishment - @jacksabbotts

pawing (18+) - @dollfacefantasy

be quiet (18+) - @rickgrimes-cupid

how can he resist you? (18+) - @uglylittlelamb

s4, ep16 (18+) - @imyourbratzdoll

a taste of sin/damnation (18+) - p1 - p2 - @morutelolita

just a little (18+) - @kittyminion

couldn’t make it harder - @pencil-n-pen

RICKYL :

friendly conversation (18+) - @twd-bee3

money spot (18+) - p1 - p2 - @thewalkingbred

toke (18+) - @thewalkingbred

plenty pretty (18+) - @nastydogpublishingco

idle hands (18+) - @c0yotebites

DARYL DIXON:

lurk (18+) - @thewalkingbred

trailer park!daryl - @uglylittlelamb

warm hands (18+) - @officergrimesloml

don’t you know you’ll be my ruin? (18+) - @kyrasworldd

daryls glad your boyfriends gone. - @uglylittlelamb

new blood in an old place - @morutelolita

making sure it takes (18+) - @morutelolita

lustful override (18+) - @uglylittlelamb

NEGAN SMITH:

negan’s favourite wife (18+) - @imyourbratzdoll

sick (18+) - @amethystfawn

the fine line (18+) - @morutelolita

fuckin’ favourite (18+) - @writella

SHANE WALSH :

go on baby - get out my hair (18+) - @pink-petal-horns

playin’ dangerous (rick + shane, 18+) - @liliesdiary

lost at sea (18+) - @morutelolita

forest fucking (18+) - @loomiseater

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[ryoride]

ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.

ᦸ alt!geto as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by hunnismokah ⸝⸝ not proofread.

alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.

alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.

alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.

alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them

alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.

alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.

[showhay]

hall monitor

atsumu miya x f!reader

fortunately for everyone, atsumu’s the hall monitor. unfortunately for you, atsumu’s the hall monitor. wc: 1.4k, pure fluff, i got my ukelele out

it was common knowledge that giving atsumu miya any semblance of authority was like giving a golden retriever the keys to a steakhouse. as a temporary hall monitor, he was supposed to be checking for hall passes and discouraging reckless sprinting. instead, he had turned the third-floor corridor into his own private stage, acting as a benevolent gatekeeper who let every single delinquent pass with a lazy wave of his clipboard, only to transform into a high-security barricade the second a certain person turned the corner.

𓏵

walking to the library shouldn’t have felt like navigating a minefield of pure, concentrated yearning, yet here you were.

the squeak of your sneakers on the waxed linoleum was the only warning you had before a tall, looming figure stepped out from behind a trophy case with the grace of a panther and the facial expression of a man who had just won the lottery. atsumu was leaning against the lockers, his neon ‘monitor’ sash draped over his shoulder like it was high-fashion couture, his blonde hair caught in the afternoon sunlight in a way that made him look unfairly angelic for someone who was currently ruining your productivity.

“halt! stop right there, criminal scum,” he chirped, though his voice lacked any real bite, melting instead into a sugary, syrupy drawl that made your toes curl in your shoes. he clicked his pen with unnecessary flair, eyes scanning you from head to toe with the intensity of a scientist discovering a new element. “i’m gonna need to see some identification, some papers, and maybe a map to yer heart because i think i’ve gone and lost my way.”

you clutched your textbook to your chest, trying to suppress the heat rising to your cheeks. “atsumu, you literally watched me leave the classroom thirty seconds ago. we had eye contact through the door window. it was awkward.”

“i don’t recall such an event,” he lied, his grin widening until his eyes crinkled into those infuriatingly cute crescents. he stepped into your personal space, smelling faintly of expensive laundry detergent and pure desperation. “now, let’s get down to business. where ya headed, cutie? i can’t have gorgeous civilians wandering these dangerous halls without proper guidance. the floor is slippery! there are dust bunnies! a rogue volleyball could fall from the ceiling at any moment!”

“i’m going to the library to return this book,” you explained, trying to sidestep him.

he moved with you, a perfect mirror, blocking your path with a theatrical gasp. “need directions? i know a shortcut. it involves walking through the garden, stopping for a snack, and perhaps sitting on a bench for forty minutes while i tell ya how good yer hair looks today. it’s very efficient.”

“that is the opposite of a shortcut. that is a detour into academic failure.”

“worth it,” he hummed, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back to your eyes with a fervor that was borderline concerning. he was vibrating with the energy of a man who had practiced these lines in a mirror for three hours. “need an escort? i’m trained in high-stakes security. i’ll protect ya from the terrifying silence of the bookshelves. i’ll even whisper the titles to ya so ya don’t strain yer voice.”

you couldn’t help the small, huffed laugh that escaped you. “you’re supposed to be catching people cutting class, atsumu. osamu just ran past you with a stolen tray of cafeteria rolls and you didn’t even blink.”

atsumu dismissed the entire student body with a flick of his wrist. “the rolls are a sacrifice for the greater good. my priority is right here. i’ve got a duty to the public, and yer the only member of the public i currently recognize as existing. so, final offer on the table... need a husband? i come with a very nice setter’s touch, a decent inheritance if my brother ever stops eating, and a lifetime guarantee of being the loudest person in the front row of yer life.”

the sheer audacity of his devotion was enough to make your brain short-circuit. he wasn’t joking—not really. the way his hand twitched like he wanted to reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the way he held his breath waiting for your reaction, the way his pupils were blown so wide he looked like he was staring at a solar eclipse—it was all so painfully, wonderfully genuine.

he was a disaster. a beautiful, tall, volleyball-obsessed disaster who was currently treating a hallway pass like a marriage license.

“i think a husband might be a bit of a distraction during my study period,” you teased, finally managed to duck under his arm.

“i’ll be a silent husband!” he called out, spinning around to watch you walk away, his heart practically visible through his ribcage. “i’ll be a trophy husband! i’ll sit in the corner and look pretty while ya do calculus! don’t leave me here in the cold, darlin’, the hall is so lonely without yer radiance!”

you didn’t look back, but you knew he was still standing there, staring at the back of your head like you were the finish line of a marathon he’d been running his whole life.

𓏵

ten minutes later, you were tucked into a quiet nook in the library, the scent of old paper finally calming your racing pulse. you opened your bag to pull out a notebook, only to find a small, folded scrap of paper tucked into the side pocket. you hadn’t even felt him put it there.

official hall monitor citation: name: the girl who owns my entire soul offense: being too pretty in a public space (hazardous to miya atsumu’s health) penalty: must agree to share a strawberry milk after school or face immediate arrest (and i’ll cry, don’t make me cry in front of the team). p.s. i meant the husband thing. i have the rings in my locker. just sayin’.

the tooth-rotting sweetness of it made your head thunk! down onto the table. he was actually insane. he was a menace to society. and yet, the thought of him waiting by the school gates, probably vibrating with that same frantic, puppy-dog energy, made your heart do a frantic little tap-dance.

when you eventually finished your work and headed back, you tried to take the stairs on the far side of the building to avoid the ‘toll booth.’ it was a futile effort.

atsumu was there, leaning against the banister of the west staircase, having somehow sensed your presence through the drywall. he looked like he’d been struck by lightning the moment he saw you, his face lighting up with a radiance that could have powered the entire prefecture.

“fancy meetin’ ya here,” he said, his voice dropping an octave into something velvety and soft. he didn’t jump into the jokes this time. he just stepped forward, closing the gap until the air between you felt heavy and warm. “did ya read my ticket? i’m a very strict officer. i don’t let people off with warnings twice.”

you looked up at him, noting the way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets to hide how much they were shaking. for all his bravado, he was absolutely terrified that you might actually say no.

“the strawberry milk sounds like a fair settlement,” you murmured, watching the way his entire posture relaxed, a sigh of pure relief escaping his lungs.

“only if i get to hold the milk for ya,” he whispered, stepping even closer, his shadow swallowing yours. “and maybe yer hand. if that’s allowed in the regulations. i’ll check the handbook, but i’m pretty sure it’s mandatory for citizens of yer caliber.”

he reached out then, his fingers grazing your wrist before sliding down to lace through yours. his palm was warm, his grip firm but incredibly gentle, as if he were holding something made of spun glass. the ‘hall monitor’ persona crumbled, leaving behind only atsumu—the boy who would probably follow you into a burning building if he thought you’d give him a smile for it.

as he led you down the stairs, swinging your joined hands with a triumphant, loopy grin, he started humming a wedding march under his breath.

“don’t push it, miya,” you warned, though you were leaning your head against his shoulder.

“right, right. milk first. wedding in june. i can be patient,” he beamed, squeezing your hand so tightly you could feel the steady, frantic thrum of his pulse. he was completely, utterly gone for you, and as he opened the heavy school doors with the flourish of a knight in shining armor, you realized you didn’t mind being his only prisoner one bit.

n: i’ll be having my exam on friday so i’ll barely be interacting with anyone this thursday. it’s either i pass or pass away, sooo.

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[kittyminion]

VISITOR

toji fushiguro x f!reader

SUMMARY: in which you're visited by a pretty-faced stranger WARNINGS: suggestive language, poc reader, reader has curly/coily hair, language, aphrodisiac, partially edited

there a man standing at your door, large and looming and dark—like clouds just before a thunderstorm. he was leaning against the wall beside the door, face pointed towards the ground, thick ropes of blood stringing from his mouth and nose, blending into a steady puddle on the concrete of your porch.

it was late—late enough that the traffic lights flashed red and you'd already been in bed, fast asleep. when you glanced at your security camera pointed at the door and saw the man, you couldn't do much else but stare.

tightening the silk robe around your body, you grabbed the landline near the kitchen and began dialing the emergency number, but then he spoke.

"somebody in there—fuck, i need help!" his large fist pounded against the door, startling you to the core, but you placed the phone back against the wall and approached the door slowly, glancing around for some sort of weapon.

but who were you kidding, the man was large. his biceps were at least the size of your head, the black t-shirt he wore stretching painfully across his arms and shoulders. with every stretch and tense of his body, you expected the fabric to rip into shreds.

you stared through the peephole, watching his jaw tick with anger, his undereyes dark and shadowed with exhaustion. he turnt and glared at the neighbor's yard where their tiny little chihuahua was barking—clearly let out, then forgotten about entirely.

"fuckin' mutt, what the fuck are you barkin' at?" the man spat angrily, but his words were very quickly interrupted with a grunt of pain as he doubled over, a tiny moan escaping his lips.

your eyes widened as he collapsed to one knee, then you ripped open the door, "are you alright? what can i do?" you rounded his body, arms wrapping around his as you attempted to pull him to his feet.

the stranger let out another moan, his fisting the hem of his shirt, blood spilling down his chin and soaking the fabric of his shirt. "i need fuckin water and a bed—or even a couch."

you nodded rapidly, dragging him into your house them pushing the door closed with your feet. he did little to pull his own weight, so you were forced to pull him to the living room on your own—his legs dragging behind him pathetically, shoes screeching against the wooden panels of the floor.

"what happened to you?" you questioned, teeth gritting as you attempted to lift him onto the couch, but when you couldn't, you dropped in next to the coffee table, wincing when his head smashed onto the ground, but he didn't so much as flinch.

he lied on his side on the floor, curled into a tiny ball, blood still leaking from his nose, his chest rising with steady breaths that were slowly turning into rough snores.

you placed your hands on your hips, watching with confusion, before you left. when you returned with a first-aid kit and a glass of water, he was lying on his back and staring up at the rotating ceiling fan.

"here's...water." you muttered quietly, seeing the starch tenting in his crotch. you blushed, hand brushing his as he reached out to receive the water, just barely sitting up so he could throw it back in a couple of gulps.

"what's your name, doll?" he muttered, glancing at you, cheeks oddly red, a tiny quirk in his lips that you couldn't decipher. your crossed your arms, telling him your name, then he grinned, "toji. thanks for lettin' me in."

you nodded stiffly, lips pursed as you slowly sat in the armchair next to the couch. "should i call anyone? maybe the ambulance or police?" toji shook his head, grunting as he finally pushed up onto the couch, arm stretching across the back of it comfortably.

then, his gaze leveled steadily on the blank television across the room, hands fisting the fabric of his jeans near his crotch, body twisting as he attempted to straighten his jeans and relieve the boner.

you stared with blank eyes, wondering what you'd gotten yourself into. but you couldn't deny the involuntary flutters of your chest each time his veiny arms tensed.

"i'm sure you're wondering what the fuck's happened with me, huh? just a random guy coming up to your door late at night." you let out an awkward chuckle, nodding, "i'm also wondering why you have a boner."

you pointed at his crotch, deciding it would be more awkward to not acknowledge it. the scar on toji's lip stretched as he smiled, teeth shining in the dim light of your living room.

scratching your forehead, you cleared your throat and stood, "i clean clean your wounds for you, that is if you have any?" your voice trailed off into a meek silence, and toji glanced at you confused, then he suddenly nodded, pushing to his feet.

when his hands grabbed the edge of his shirt, and he pulled it off in one swift motion, oxygen caught in your throat as you stared. every inch of him was perfect—his abs, ridges, and bumps of solid muscle glistening with sweat, the sharp lines of his jaw, that godforsaken gleam in his eyes that told you he knew exactly what you were thinking.

and not to mention the low fall of his jeans, revealing a thick stream of dark hair that disappeared into the band of his boxers. you bit your lip and approached slowly, hands sweaty as you grabbed the first-aid kit.

"you were just about to tell me what happened to you."

toji hummed at your words, hands raising so you could get a good look at the cut on his ribs. it wasn't very deep, but dried blood was caked to his skin.

"got into this fight with this weirdo—had a fucking machete, and he stuffed weird chocolates down my throat."

"chocolate?" toji nodded, body shivering when you pressed cold gauze against the wound, "it's got me all fucked." he motioned to the boner, and you realized just how close you were standing. with a simple move of your hand, you'd be touching his dick.

"a pretty woman like yourself must get all the action, huh?" toji mumbled, voice raspy and deep. you grinned softly, shaking your head, "i keep to myself."

there was a beat of silence between the two of you before toji suddenly grabbed your wrist. you watched him with wide eyes as he brought it to his nose and inhaled your scent with such desire that it shocked you.

your thighs squeezed together for friction, and toji's pale pink tongue lolled out, and he licked a long strip over your pulse. "gotta say, you smell like fuckin' candy."

you matched his gaze quietly, feeling his ski brush yours, watching him lick your wrist like a hungry dog. then, he reached up and gripped your jaw gently, nose pressing against the hollow of your throat, his thigh in between your legs.

"sweet fuckin' candy. anybody told you that before—or the fact that you look fuckin' darling in that robe?" he grunted it out roughly, hair tickling your chin, his arm wrapping around your torso and pulling you against his body passionately.

you let out a tiny gasp, feet hovering above the ground as he picked you up, pressing delicate kisses over every inch of your neck. you wrapped your arm around his neck for purchase, your robe slowly slipping further and further down your shoulders.

"you would've fucked anybody who opened their door to you, huh?" you muttered, letting out a restless moan when his teeth nipped the tender skin on your neck. toji chuckled, "probably."

[kittyminion]

PASSION

wakatoshi ushijima x f!reader UNFINISHED WIP

SUMMARY: n/a WARNINGS: manager!f!reader, former volleyball player!reader, poc reader, reader has curly/coily hair, fluff, language

a/n: for some reason i had unrequited love for this and then i suddenly lost it lol, but here you go...

wakatoshi ushijima was the legend of the school—and not because he was mean, or rude—he wasn't—but because he lacked most physical signs of emotion and was the prefecture's best volleyball player. he was stoic and sometimes quiet, but polite when it counted.

but you didn't become a manager for the boys' volleyball club just because of ushiwaka, but because you yourself had been a volleyball player ever since you were in elementary school. a torn ACL took you out in your third year, and instead of returning, you quit, and it crushed your soul.

and any chance of you returning was quickly shut down when the girls lost in the inter-high preliminaries.

the only way you could fill the volleyball-shaped void in your heart was by becoming a manager. of course, your first thought was to be a manager for the girls' team, but after seeing them play—you only imagined yourself in their position, and jealousy ensued.

that didn't mean you quit speaking to your former teammates; in fact, you were still great friends with all of them, but separating yourself was your best option for mental healing.

so your next best option was to become the boys' manager. you'd been at it for a couple of weeks now.

some of the team knew of your stats when you were a volleyball player, and that gave you a little advantage with some of them, especially tendo, who'd welcomed you the moment you arrived.

ushiwaka was one of the only players whom you'd never blatantly spoken more than a couple of sentences to. unlike his teammates, he didn't approach and introduce himself, but luckily for him, his reputation preceded him.

mostly, conversations with him were simple. him offering to lock up so you could head home. him asking you to record his progress during practice. him thanking you for bringing his water bottle.

sitting in practice, your main goal was to keep track of their performance and stats, offer tips (because you had history with volleyball), offer water, and at the end of practices and games, wash uniforms.

you enjoyed being a manager because it was quite passive, and even though some of their games were close, there was never a doubt in your mind that they wouldn't win.

ushiwaka slammed the ball down, hand whipping, jaw clenched so tight you thought his teeth would shatter. you stood on the sidelines, watching silently, while tendo and shirabu served.

one thing you'd learned about ushiwaka was how much he practiced. sometimes, he stayed after and worked alone; other times tendo and shirabu would join.

because it was your duty to lock up after practices, you decided to stay along with them, and tonight was like any other night. you were keeping track of how many spikes ushiwaka hit perfectly.

your hands were itching to touch a ball, but you'd been refusing yourself the chance for the past couple of weeks. each time you entered the court, heart screaming for a chance to serve, spike, anything—your leg would start to ache.

"you look like you're about to throw up!" tendo called from the court, and you rolled your eyes at his words, rubbing your stomach subconsciously as you stood, "its because your receives suck ass, tendo."

he choked out a gasp and glared at you weakly as you approached. "i like consistency, don't you?" tendo offered you the ball, and you took it, giving him a tiny smirk as you nodded to the other side of the court.

"you're more of a damn coach than a manager." he muttered pettily, and you chuckled, bouncing the ball a couple of times, adding weight to your leg cautiously.

ushiwaka was taking a break, leaning against the wall as he carelessly sprayed water over his head from his bottle.

one thing you didn't expect from him was eye contact. even though he was stoic and often quiet—his eye contact was the complete opposite. and they often said a thousand times more words than his mouth did.

you could feel his gaze on your back, watching the way you stretched your neck, the way you slammed your hand against the ball—three times, then a spin against your palm as you usually did.

it was a routine, and one you'd had since you were young, standing on the court with your team, feeling joy and adrenaline rush through your heart.

you were too scared to perform a jump float, so instead, you served a simple ball, hitting it soft enough that it just barely went over the net. tendo frowned childishly as he sprawled onto the ground, just narrowly missing the ball.

"if i get an ace five times, you owe me ice cream!" you called, flashing him an evil grin. tendo rubbed his hands together, eyebrows raised with determination. "and if i recieve all five, you owe me ice cream."

you nodded at his terms, bouncing the ball again then spinning it. your heart was heavy with caution when you almost jumped, but eventually, you served it normally again, putting extra force in that slammed the ball violently in the back court, directly on the line.

tendo froze and stared at you with shock, while shirabu pretended to point a flag at the line, "that's in!"

you stuck your tongue out at tendo, "three more chances."

ushiwaka's stare still hadn't slipped off of your figure, but you could barely pay him any mind. the more you moved, the better you felt, and the more confidence you gained.

as you stood at the line, preparing for another serve, you rubbed your knee, deciding it was now or never. volleyball completely halted after your injury, but that didn't have to be the end, right? there were still recreational teams and even then, you'd been scouted plenty of times in the past, and they wanted you for college.

of course, you quickly refused due to your injury, but a lot of them kept their offers on the table.

as you bounded towards the line, you tossed the ball in the air, jumped and slammed your palm against the ball. when you landed, you expected your knee to explode with pain, but instead, you felt nothing.

the ball floated in the air, wafting left and right, drawing tendo every which way. just as it slammed against the floor, you glanced down at your leg, a heavy sense of sorrow overtaking you.

as tendo screamed dramatically, you left the net, deciding you were done for the night. it was nice to feel yourself again, but you had nothing to show for it but being a manager for the boys' volleyball club.

you began gathering your stuff, and tendo jogged over, hands against head, "you're just gonna leave after that?" you nodded proudly, "yep. and you still owe me ice cream."

tendo whimpered, body crashing to the ground dramatically. but ushiwaka was approaching. he lingered over you slightly, six feet and two inches to be exact, but you gave him a tight-lipped smile, "you have the key, right?"

"you played volleyball?" tendo and shirabu deadpanned him, while you nodded politely, "quit over the summer."

you began walking towards the exit, but ushiwaka unexpectedly followed you. he had his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, and he tossed the key to tendo.

"hey, you can't leave me here with shirabu!"

ushiwaka ignored his words and glanced down at you, "was it because of your knee?"

you squinted at him, 'how did you know?"

he shrugged, eyes averting, "you mess with it a lot."

the next day at practice, ushiwaka watched you more than he normally did—which was about one hundred percent more. you didn't know what to do with all his extra attention. every time you left the gym to get new equipment, when you returned, he was the first one you noticed.

you started seeing him more—in class, in the halls, after school before practice, during practice, after practice. and it wasn't because he was just suddenly appearing, but because his attention made him noticeable.

and it seemed life became even more difficult when the two of you were paired for a project. the project itself would last a couple of weeks and require time outside of class.

you still hadn't spoken to him since class, so when you came into the gym early to set up the net, you were surprised when he was already there. usually, ushijima came either with tendo or another person, or he was there as soon as practice started.

you zipped up your jacket and approached silently, not meaning to say anything, and neither was he. you sat a couple of chairs down from him, rummaging through your bag just to appear busy.

he'd already set up the net and the water bottles were filled, so you were useless at that point.

"can i get your phone number?" called ushiwaka, deep, rumbling voice startling you. you gaped at him, "my number?" he pulled out his phone and pointed at the screen, nodding stiffly.

"yeah, for the project?" you took a moment to process his words, then you drawled out an oh, nodding. he approached a few seconds later and sat beside you, leg just barely skimming yours, but enough to have your skin on fire.

and ushiwaka wasn't just an average male. he was tall and muscular, far too muscular for an eighteen-year-old boy. his hair, tinted green, was fluffy and shiny and somehow perfect. his face, always placid, was also perfect.

of course, you'd always known he was cute, but for some reason, it was hitting you harder than normal.

"hey—you listening?" ushijima waved his hand in front of your face, eyebrows quirked, and you nodded, snatching his phone and quickly typing in your number. "i'm free today after practice if you want to... i don't know, come over?"

he nodded, "yeah, i can."

but then he continued, "do you mind throwing some balls for me?"

after practice, the sky had steeped into something darker. you were tired and ready to go to bed, but of course, you invited ushiwaka over to work on the project.

it was a simple project that involved putting together a fifteen minute presentation on any topic, which you and he had yet to choose.

he met you outside, and you greeted him with a tiny wave, although you'd just seen him a couple of minutes prior. "i don't live too far, maybe a ten minutes' walk." ushiwaka nodded, and began to trail behind you.

it was sort of odd, a lean, tall boy lingering behind you like somesort of protector, but you didn't complain too much. maybe it was his way of avoiding conversation.

once you arrived, you and ushiwaka went into your room, which was unfortunately messy. you had clothes thrown into a corner—clean and ready to be folded— a bra over the back of your desk chair, and your covers sprawled because you'd jumped out of bed in a rush that morning.

"can you just...wait out here?" you quickly spun around, chuckling awkwardly, hands hovering in front of his chest. ushiwaka glanced behind you, his mouth slightly open, then his eyes dragged back to your face, and he nodded, cheeks tinted slightly pink.

you rushed inside quickly and slammed the door shut, shoving your clothes into your closet, along with the bra and your covers up to your pillows in an attempt to be neat.

when you opened the door once more, he was still standing in the same spot, face blank as it usually was. he walked inside afterwards, and sat in your desk chair, opening his bag to pull out a laptop.

you sat on the bed, legs bare because you were wearing your uniform skirt. "we need to choose a topic." he muttered, voice barely perceptible, but you were used to that by now.

"what were you thinking?"

he glanced down at his hand, picking at the thick calluses on his palm. "volleyball."

it wasn't a terrible idea. both of you knew it well, and it took up so many hours of your lives that you slept, ate, and breathed the sport.

minutes later, both of you were deep into working. you were creating the slide presentation, while ushijima was writing down the main ideas for your speech.

your parents weren't home and wouldn't be for another couple of days, so you had the house to yourself. that meant never-ending quiet and unnecessary precautions because you were also a bit scared to be home alone at night.

"are you hungry?" you questioned, filling the silence. ushiwaka glanced at you, lips folding into his mouth as he nodded. you stood and left your room, and he stalked after you, glancing around the house politely, hands hooked together behind him.

"i've got," you clicked your tongue, staring in the empty refrigerator, "an onion, leftovers that are probably two weeks old, ice cream, and cookie dough."

you glanced at him with a simple grin, hand on your hip. ushiwaka's lips quirked into a tiny smile, then he pointed at the ice cream and cookie dough, "that's fine."

you grabbed spoons and bowls while he grabbed the ice cream and cookie dough, then began scooping it into the bowls, muscles squeezing each time, which did nothing else but excite you.

when the two of you sat down to eat, he surprisingly began to make conversation. "why don't you play volleyball anymore? you're healed."

you rubbed your knee and let out a tiny sigh, "there's plenty of reasons. first, i was scared of hurting myself again, then the team lost the preliminaries, then i lost passion—" you cut yourself off abruptly, eating a spoonful of ice cream.

"have you ever lost passion before?" you glanced at ushiwaka, expecting him to say no, but when he nodded, your eyes widened.

"doesn't everyone lose passion at some point? it's just what you do after that matters."

the next day was a quiet one for you. you'd been constantly thinking about ushiwaka's words, which left you distracted most of the day.

so when practice rolled around, and yamagata screamed for a rogue ball, you weren't paying attention. it slammed into your head, directly on top, and you flinched, feeling the ball dribble down your back.

the gym seemed to pause, then coach washijo shouted, "hey, don't just stand there! move out of the way next time!" you apologized swiftly and rubbed your head with a frown.

yamagata rushed over and dropped to his knees, apologizing, but you shook your head, "it's my fault for not paying attention."

[kittyminion]

LOVED, FOREVER

leon s. kennedy x wife!reader

SUMMARY: leon is your forever love, and he'll always treat you right, even though the two of you are—or were—separated WARNINGS: fluff, mild angst, smut 18+, re9!leon, separated partners, mentions of kids, poc reader, reader has curly/coily hair, not edited or proofread, language

a/n: for the first time im playing re games instead of watching others and currently im on re4. one: why is leon sooo beautiful and two: re4 is peak for sure lol

there was always something about being leon's wife—the kisses, the hugs, the stupid jokes he told in the oddest of moments. you loved being his wife more than you loved not being his wife—and of course, you thought things would always be perfect between the two of you.

leon was perfect, at least in your eyes. you were perfect in his eyes. but that very quickly changed—you didn't know why, and honestly, you didn't want to know why. but after two children, missions that almost killed him, and spending fifteen years of your life beneath, above, and next to him—you were tired.

tired of being scared that he wouldn't come home, tired of the nightmares he had in his weakest moments, tired of the cold shoulder he'd give you when you said or did the wrong thing.

he was perfect until he wasn't. and when he wasn't, there was a permanent imprint on the couch, your children wondering why mommy and daddy weren't kissing each other anymore—your vibrator used much more than it used to be.

leon wasn't young anymore, and because of that, you tried to suck it up—hell, you weren't young anymore either—the very last thing you wanted was for your life-long love story to fail.

now, leon was one-word sentences and rigid shoulders as he stood in the driveway, opening the door of his stupid porsche so the kids could get out.

they came running over to you, attacking your legs with heavy hugs. you smiled at your children, thankful for the week-long break, but also happy that they were happy.

leon was the perfect father—he hadn't always been that way, but he was a quick learner and knew right from wrong. his love hadn't dwindled for you, you saw it in the way he stared from afar, rounding his car so he could climb back in, but before he could, you called his name.

the kids went inside while you walked down the driveway, the large family home lingering behind you—the one you and leon had fought hand and nail for. you put in extra hours at your job, and leon took on more back-breaking cases that surely contributed to his withering posture.

"yeah?" leon muttered, one foot hiked into his car, arms squeezing in that godforsaken black t-shirt he wore. his badge was pinned to his collar, holster already fitted with requiem.

"can you pick the kids up from school this friday?" his lips fell into a flatter line, icy blue eyes squinting as he watched you. you tightened the robe around your body, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"why?" leon asked simply, a tiny grumble following his words. you rolled your eyes, "will you do it or not?" leon's nose scrunched, and he glanced down at your legs—smooth, hairless.

"got plans with your vibrator?"

you let out a choked gasp feeling your chest flutter as you flipped him off, "its none of your damn business who i've got plans with!" you spun around with an extra dazzle, and you could feel leon's eyes sliding down the length of your body before the door to his porsche slammed closed.

yes, you did have plans—and yes, with a toy, but leon didn't need to know that.

it been only four months since you and leon split, with him moving into an apartment, while you stayed in the house. every other week, leon would take the kids, but even then, he'd eat dinner at the house only because the kids had asked him to.

you still loved leon, but you had needs, needs that often involved something inside of you. that didn't mean you'd been sleeping with other people, but it did mean two new toys to add to your personal collection: a pretty dildo and a nice showerhead with seven different settings that all stimulated your clit differently.

and each time you orgasmed, whether it was with your hands, a dildo, or the pressured water—leon always came to mind. that pretty blonde hair riddled with gray, those icy blue eyes, soft, even when his eyebrows were furrowed.

in your mind's eyes, sometimes he was naked, or partially so, as long as his chest was bare—covered in a nice layer of fuzz, abs still as pretty as they used to be, but arms bigger and plush.

friday couldn't come quick enough.

-

the house was silent and empty, and you wore nothing but a pair of white thigh-high socks, hair tied away into a silk cloth, rich skin oiled and glistening.

soft jazz music hummed from the record player, your legs were spread, eyes glued to the picture of leon from a couple of years ago. sadly, it was a fishing picture, but he was shirtless, so yay.

your fingers fluttered over your thighs, caressing and tickling every inch, even as your pussy squeezed at every mutter of leon's voice in your head. you couldn't even fathom how much you missed him, but you were too stubborn to say it.

you could feel the soft fabric of the couch beneath you, the fan spinning lazily above your head. you pushed further back into the couch, legs spreading further. you teased your clit with the dildo, your vibrator lying on the armrest beside you.

you licked your lips, swallowing thickly as your eyes fluttered closed, hearing the slickness of your pussy wail through the living room. you squeezed your breasts, flicking your nipples, imagining leon's hot, wet mouth enclosing each respectively.

your imagination could only take you so far though, so you glanced at the picture, a whisper of a moan escaping your lips as you slowly pushed the dildo inside of yourself, disappointed with its lack of warmth.

your chest heaved with excitement as you continued to push, toes curling as you were thoroughly widened. your ears were ringing, cheeks warm to the touch, sweat gleaming over your chest. you groped your breast, imagining leon's large, callused hand taking over for you.

"fuck, leon." you muttered quietly, thighs trembling once the dildo was fully hilted. you grabbed its base and pulled it out, watching your juices glisten, leaving a steady puddle beneath you.

you licked your lips, grabbing your ankle and lifting your leg, slamming the dildo in and out, pussy tightening around it. then, you grabbed the vibrator and pressed it against your clit, body jolting the moment it turned on.

you could feel your nipples hardening into rocks, your hips rutting, begging for more. you let out a heavy pant and twisted onto your back, leg resting on the back of the couch, toes curled.

you shoved the vibrator against your clit, delighting in the spark that spread to your toes, but something brushed your toe. you didn't bother opening your eyes, twisting onto your side, thighs locking around the dildo, giving up on thrusting, and instead increasing the speed of your vibrator.

your moans echoed within the living room, jazz music bottling into a sharp crescendo before the thick rumble of a trumpet closed out the song entirely. you let out a shuddering breath, feeling a hand trail down your hip to your calf.

"what the fuck—" you let out a sharp scream, swinging out a hand before your eyes could even open. leon caught your fist, hovering above the couch, a tiny smirk on his lips.

"interesting plans." he called, fingers tickling your leg, and you smacked him away, pulling the dildo out of yourself, then grabbing the throw blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"where are the kids?" leon rolled his eyes at your words, "safe and sound with your mother."

"and why are you here?" you pushed to your feet, entirely pissed because you hadn't even orgasmed yet. your thighs were soaked with arousal, nipples grazing painfully against the blanket.

leon followed you down the hall and into the master bedroom, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door. "because I was curious." you hummed, trading your blanket for a robe, silently delighting in leon's attention when you were naked.

he admired you like a prize, noticing everything you wanted him to. you could see his fingers itching for a piece of you, but you wanted to hear him say it first.

"stop with the bullshit."

leon chuckled, "what bullshit, sweetheart? i can't stop by and check on you? especially when you look so stunning—"

"—thank you." you sat on the edge of the bed, watching him silently. leon came to stand in front of you, forcing your neck to extend as you stared up at him, face to face with his torso.

he pulled off his leather jacket, revealing a gray t-shirt, tightened around his biceps, on the verge of ripping. "i want you back. i miss you, alot, not even for sex. i don't sleep, i can't cook, i don't laugh, and i surely think it'd be better for the kids if i came back."

you refused a smile, hoping to not give in that easily, but you just couldn't resist it. leon was your one true love, the one who'd done right by you for fifteen long, beautiful years and many more to come. he'd never done anything wrong, and if he did, he apologized immediately.

he brought you soup when you were sick, took your car to the car wash when it was dirty, rubbed your feet without asking, and even delivered your first child on his own because you couldn't make it to the hospital.

leon was your husband, and you missed him.

you leaned into him, and he caressed your neck, hand slowly slipping further and further beneath your robe. his hands were warm and rough, but familiar, and your body was igniting from his touch.

"can i do what i want with you?" leon muttered, leaning down to press a needy kiss against your lips. you untied your robe and nodded, "please." you could barely keep your eyes open as leon leaned you back against the bed. he unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants, then revealed that pretty chest.

your fingers ran down his abs lazily, legs propped up, then spreading to make room for his hips. leon ran a hand over his hair, hand cupping behind your neck, his lips gentle against your jaw.

his musk was familiar as it surrounded you, your pussy clenching around nothing every time his knee pressed against your clit. "don't drag it on." you muttered, and leon scoffed with a chuckle, grabbing a handful of your breasts, thumbs caressing and flicking your nipples with excitement.

you covered your face with your arm, breathless and chest heaving. leon pulled it away though, tsking, "i want to see you, you know that." you blushed, eyes glued to his, watching his hands trail down your body, gripping and groping every inch of you.

he wiggled his knee against your clit and you let out a sharp moan, eyes fluttering closed.

before you knew it, his dick replaced his knee, the soft, delicate tip of him rubbing against your entrance, folded between your slit, slick within your arousal.

you locked your arms around his neck, forcing his face close to yours. leon inhaled your scent, a rough grunt escaping his lips as he slipped his length against you, hips thrusting.

"teasing me, huh?" you muttered, nails digging into his thigh. leon nipped your ear, "quiet."

he grabbed the base of his dick and slowly glided the tip into your pussy, teeth gritted, cheeks impossibly red. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling with enough pressure to elicit a moan from his lips.

leon's eyes rolled back as soon as he was fully hilted, feeling you squeeze around him. he rutted into you, pushing as deep as he could, and you moaned his name, nails scratching up skin, but leon simply grunted with pleasure, biting your lip, tongue impeding your mouth like it belonged there.

he thrusted steadily after that, watching the bounce of your breasts, the heat in your face, the sweat on your chest.

you guided his hand to your throat, and leon squeezed dutifully, enough to have your body shaking with pleasure. "you feel so fucking—good," leon whispered into your ear, breath tickling.

leon gripped your thighs and forced them against your chest, carelessly fucking into you like a well-oiled machine, his tongue rolling against the sole of your foot.

"fuck leon, i'm coming!" you spat, toes curled, and leon hummed delightfully, balls spasming, body fatiguing with every thrust. you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head as he buried deep into you one last time, spurting thick ropes of warm cum into you.

when he collapsed next to you, you curled into his side, leg thrown over his body. leon pulled you impossibly closer, "i'm never leaving again."

"you'll want to after i milk you dry.

[m9lia]

We (yes we) LOVE black characters in anime.

[mrsjobarnes]

Marvel

Please read the warnings in the author's post! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

∙ Bucky Barnes ∙

Treacherous - @scrumptious-delusion

By Any Other Name - @wkemeup

Feel Again - @wkemeup

Catharsis - @mercurial-chuckles

Fade to love - @ramp-it-up

Busy - @aquaticmercy

I think i love you - @danysdaughter

I Thought We Were Already Dating - @danysdaughter

Electric touch - @mcrdvcks

eighteen hours. - @buckyseternaldoll

Shotgun - @kittyminion

Drowning out the Sorrow - @redd-blushing-roses

Second Chances - @metal-armed-muse

Literally anthing by @heldbybarnes

• Peter Parker •

Never Have I Ever - @selfcarecap

Fucking The Silence Out Of You [TASM!Peter Parker] - @jin0

Basic Training - @cherienymphe

• Robert Reynolds •

exit light, enter night - @lewmagoo

Peace and Quiet - @scarletmika

Destiny or Not - @scarletmika

Just Feel You - @scarletmika

Back to you - @callsign-swan

Mocha - @sacredsorceress

A Gilded Cage - @hederasgarden

The complete knock - @sunsburns

Truth will set you free - @sergeantbuckybarnes

The Good Side - @cosmictheo

Like real people do - @froggibus

Not your fault -@freak-accident419

Bobby - @annasfantasies

Ruined - @houseofaegon

seasons -@abbysbenchpr

Sports car -@em1i2a3

Drunk words, Sober thoughts - @ilovemilestellersmoustache

Cowboy like me -@goldenlikedayl1ght

Wrapped around you - @violetrainbow412-blog

I Love The Girl With Magic Ways - @blank-potato

• John Walker •

My kid's better than your kid - @blank-potato

[kittyminion]

COME ON VACATION WITH ME

lawyer!kento nanami x assistant!f!reader

SUMMARY: nanami invites you on his vacations after he becomes taken with you and your body WARNINGS: fluff, smut 18+, poc reader, reader has curly/coily hair, language

a/n: took me entirely too long to watch jjk and of course im hooked. i'm also rewatching haikyu so there will probably be some fics for that soon!!!

kento nanami was the one they told tales about—his calm, but calculating exterior, the fact that he never stayed in the office past five thirty. he was the top lawyer at his firm, and a prosecutor no less.

his life had been threatened so many times, but somehow, he made it out alive each and every time, unscathed. you were his new assistant—clerical, organization, and administrative support, meant to be the bridge between the rest of the firm and nanami.

even though you'd had the position for a couple of days now, you hadn't spoken a word to him. your desk sat right outside of his office, a tiny little cubicle that kept you locked in because nanami had so many meetings and responsibilities that needed to be scheduled.

and not to mention his vacations, which took huge chunks of his schedule. he wasn't one to be toyed with when it came to his vacation time, so that meant you needed to try your hardest not to overbook him.

and it wasn't like you hadn't talked to him, but you hadn't seen him either. the only thing to work off of was a detailed email he sent you the morning before your first day, listing all of his preferences, including that he didn't want you staying late just to accommodate his schedule.

sitting at your desk, you were typing rapidly on your keyboard, pencil skirt riding up on your legs each time you moved an inch. your hair was pulled back into a curly bun that was losing its neatness by the moment. you had a mug of lukewarm coffee at your elbow, already forgotten in favor of your computer.

"no, mr. nanami can't make it that day—he'll be on vacation." you muttered into the phone, speaking to an eager client. the man on the other end scoffed, "does he ever fucking work? every time i call here, he's on vacation!"

you rolled your eyes languidly and put on your nicest voice possible, "i apologize for that, sir. mr. nanami values his vacations above all else." you heard something behind you, but you were too distracted to notice.

"so when can i consult with him?"

you hummed, pushing your chair back and propping your feet up on your desk, "i can't say for sure. nanami has an extensive schedule." the man growled, "you stupid—can i speak to nanami?"

there was a moment where you felt someone lingering behind you, and when you turned your head, you saw him—kento nanami, hands stuffed in his pockets as he stared at your computer screen with squinted eyes.

he stuffed his hands into his pants, ignoring your choked gasp as you flinched, "mr. nanami—" he shook his head, interrupting you, "you're not required to stay on the phone with rude clients."

eyes widening, you nodded, rushing to slam the phone down, then stand, stumbling over your forgotten heels and quickly raising your hand, "it's nice to finally meet you, sir—" nanami took your hand swiftly, "call me nanami. i apologize for keeping you waiting so long."

he left your desk and adjusted the green-tinted glasses on his nose, blonde hair so soft and glossy that you wanted to ask him what he used.

"come with me please." he muttered, not giving you time to gather your things. you pushed your feet into your heels and snatched your purse, jogging to catch up with him, shoes clinking against the floor.

"you've been doing a great job." nanami said, eyebrows furrowed, which seemed to be a normal occurrence for him. he reached up and fixed his patterned tie, forearm squeezing with veins and rigidity.

"thank you." nanami pressed the call button for the elevator, hands on his hips as he stared impatiently at the numbers above. "so, i'd like to treat you for dinner."

your heart burst with thanks, because free food was always welcome, but, "it's only twelve, sir." nanami shrugged, "then the day is over. surely you'd like a break? you're pay won't be affected."

he stared down at you with raised eyebrows, lips pulled into a flat line. you nodded slowly, "of course. but i'm allergic to—"

"—nuts, I know. we will avoid nuts at all costs."

he knew what you were allergic to? that information was in your file, but you didn't expect him to actually remember it.

once the elevator doors slid open, you walked inside, feeling nanami's hot gaze slide down your spine and glue to your ass like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. your heart sped into a rapid thump, but you stayed calm, pulling steady air in and out of your lungs.

"is this your first job as an assistant?"

"yes, it is. i hope i'm not doing you a disservice." nanami shook his head, a tiny smirk growing on his lips that slipped away as quickly as it came. "you are exceptional. the last assistant i had constantly double booked me. i'd be on vacation and someone else was expecting a consultation."

despite his small talk, your anxiousness didn't go away. you'd seen kento plenty of times on the internet, especially when the advertisement for the position went up.

but in reality, he was much more handsome than you thought. firstly, he was huge—muscles large enough that if he wrapped his arms around your head, you'd probably disappear. he was lacking his suit jacket, revealing a tight button-down that was struggling to contain him properly.

with every movement, you could see the fabric stretch and scream, not to mention his face. the slopes of his jaw were rigid and sharp, lips plump, eyes a hazel shade that seemed to darken when he looked at you too closely.

when the two of you made it to the parking garage, he led you to a deep cherry bugatti that was so shiny and flawless that your eyes hurt just looking at it.

nanami was fucking loaded, and of course, it made sense—the man went on multiple vacations within a couple of months.

he touched the small of your back and opened the passenger door, helping you inside the car, and once you were safely seated, he closed it and got into the car.

kento looked sort of out of place in the car, legs long, but he tugged off the glasses and tossed them into the cupholder, tongue lolling out to lick his lips. when he caught you staring, he didn't do much else but bite his cheek, seemingly hiding a smile.

when you came in the next morning for work and didn't find your desk where it usually was, you were forced to knock on his office door.

"come in." called nanami a couple moments later, and you entered with a timid grin, "do you happen to know where my desk is?" nanami glanced up from his laptop, then pointed across his office, where your desk now sat.

"after dinner yesterday, i realized it wouldn't be so bad to have you close." the softness in his eyes made your body break out into a cold sweat, and you nodded, pushing the door closed behind you and crossing the room.

the desk itself was on the opposite wall, across from nanami's, and where he could glance out of the windows with a simple lift of his head, your only point of view was him.

sitting quietly, you shoved your bag into the drawer and turned on your computer, hearing the soft hum of jazz music coming from a record player in the corner of the office.

nanami was typing rapidly on his laptop, a glass of water at his side. you tried to forget about his presence and get into the mindset of work, but every time your eyes lifted over the screen of your computer, you could see him.

he had a lollipop in his mouth, the stick poking out of his lips, and every time he pulled it out, his lips would pop, coated in sugar. nanami leaned against his palm and sighed dramatically, eyes rolling as he glanced at the ceiling.

you ducked further behind your screen; thighs pulled tightly together each time a tiny little groan escaped from his lips. a couple moments later, the phone rang and nanami grabbed it.

"kento nanami." he leaned back in his chair, feet lifting onto his desk as he pulled the lollipop out once more and made little shapes in the air with it carelessly.

"no, gojo, i can't. my rate is much higher than that."

you wiped the sweat from your brow and took in a calming breath, thinking of dinner the day before. it was less of dinner between employee and boss and more of a date.

the two of you asked questions back and forth, laughed about stupid little jokes, and you saw a side of kento that the world had never seen before.

he was much more than a renown prosecutor, but a calm, collected, joking man who could let loose and have fun when it counted. and even then, he pulled all of that back for work and was once again his professional self.

"fuck no." nanami said with a light chuckle, and he must've been talking to a friend because his face spread into a joyful grin, the corners of his eyes creasing.

the lollipop crunched between his teeth, then he reached into his drawer and pulled out a thick cigar. before he lit it, though, he glanced at you, and you cursed lightly, averting your eyes.

nanami finished his call, then you heard him stand, shoes clinking against the floor as he walked over to the record player and poured another glass of water.

you closed your eyes, lips pursed as he approached, then you gave him a tiny grin.

"you seem tense." nanami muttered, placing the glass on your desk. you thanked him quietly, taking a sip, but when he didn't leave, and continued to watch you, you paused.

"do you need something? perhaps coffee or—" nanami shook his head, leaning against the edge of your desk, fingers clenching as he hovered above you. "did you regret dinner yesterday?"

your mouth opened a smidge before you shook your head, "no, of course not! I—"

"speak to me like a friend and not my assistant." nanami rounded your desk and grabbed the back of your chair, pushing it back so he could lean against your desk, feet crossed at the ankles.

you were face-to-face with his torso, watching his fingers twiddle in his lap. you could feel sweat gathering beneath your arms, every inch of your skin on fire from his gaze.

"i enjoyed it." you said quietly, biting your lip, and nanami sighed, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked. "i value honesty, and there is a such thing as lying by omission."

you tapped your foot silently and scratched your forehead, "i think i'm being honest."

"then why are you so nervous?" nanami reached towards you and lifted your chin, but he didn't pull away, fingers tangling within a strand of your curly hair before his hand dragged down the side of your neck.

he refused to lose your eyes, and with each stroke of his fingers, your back arched more and more, hot pants escaping your lips. you pushed your chair closer, placing your hands on nanami's thighs, and this time, he shivered.

"i find you strikingly attractive." he muttered, leaning down to kiss you. it was gentle and slow, his tongue wrapping with yours, eyelashes tickling your face and causing you to moan.

you kicked off your heels and pushed to your feet, arms wrapping around his neck as the kiss deepened. nanami moaned into your mouth, throat bobbing with a rough swallow. he grabbed your hips firmly, nails digging.

"why did you take so long to meet me?" you pushed his jaw up, lips popping as you latched onto his neck. nanami grumbled out roughly, hips rutting, and you could feel the hardness of him on your belly.

"i was busy." you rolled your eyes at his words, reaching up to fist his hair and pull his head further back. nanami mimicked your actions and took over, nibbling at your ear and jaw, leaving his essence to steep into your skin.

your nipples dragged painfully against your bra as you unbuttoned your shirt, pussy squeezing each time nanami sucked with just the right amount of pressure.

he ripped your shirt off the rest of the way, ignoring the buttons as they popped off and skittered across the ground. then, he shoved his face into your cleavage, biting at every inch of skin he could manage, all the while you unclipped his suspenders, rushing to get ahold of his dick.

nanami was already hard and leaking when you pulled him free of his pants, squeezing the base of his dick and taking a handful of his balls.

"fuck, that's good—" he gasped out, shoving your bra down and licking at your nipples. you delighted at each roll and pad of his tongue, eyebrows pulled taut with pleasure.

he was throbbing in your hand, and as you palmed him, rubbing up and down the shaft, nanami gritted his teeth. but within a second, he'd grabbed your head and shoved you down to your knees.

"sorry." he muttered when you gasped, but you ignored his apology, encompassing him with your mouth, feeling your eyes water as he dragged against the back of your throat.

nanami pushed to his feet, hands tangled within your hair. his hips thrusted sloppily as he fucked your mouth, deep grunts pulling from his throat that went straight to your pussy.

you choked and garbled each time he slammed into your mouth, eyes watering, tears slipping down your cheeks. he'd lost all of his previous control and gentility, but it only aroused you more.

but then nanami dropped to his knees, pushing you onto your hands as he reached into your pants, stroking your pussy with such fervor that you were already on the verge of coming. your mouth was still full with his dick, nanami's hips thrusting, balls coated in saliva.

with one final push, nanami came, a tiny whimper escaping his lips that didn't stop. he trembled, fingers still working at your clit. "ready for your turn?" he drawled, twisting you onto your back. nanami shoved your desk chair out of the way and pulled your pants down.

when your legs spread, he hummed at the sight of your glistening pussy, a smirk rising on his lips as he delivered sharp slaps. you flinched each time, lazily stroking his dick, which was still spilling milky white cum over your chest.

"want to cum on vacation with me?" nanami muttered, pushing a thick digit into you, delighted at the uneven rise and fall of your chest. you bit your tongue, "what, so we can have sex?"

it wasn't a bad idea, and you could only imagine fucking nanami on the beach.

he hummed, watching your pussy intently like it was a work of art, finger thrusting in and out steadily while his thumb toyed with your clit. when he curled his finger, and you let out a sharp moan, he chuckled lightly.

"sex is only part of it. think about different foods and the wonders of the world. beaches and mountains and forests." nanami crowded over you, leaning further down so he could lap at your pussy with his tongue.

your nails dug into his hips, toes curling, but nanami kept you down, hands pressed against your inner thighs. his tongue folded against your clit, and you squeezed your eyes closed, moaning his name.

nanami's dick twinged and he fisted your ass, "vacation would be even better with you there." his words vibrated against you, and all you could manage was a blurry agreement.

when you came, nanami twisted around and wrapped his arms around you, then he sat in your chair and placed you on his lap, your chests pressed together.

nanami pushed your hair out of your face and rubbed his dick against your entrance, jolting each time. as you sank down on him, his breathing stopped entirely, pleased with each squeeze of your walls.

"fucking tighter than i expected." you smirked, pecking his lips, hips grinding and feeling him reach further and further into you. running your fingers down his chest, you leaned into him, cheek against his shoulder.

nanami pushed his glasses up into his hair and grabbed your waist, thrusting and meeting your movements. skin slapped together lightly as he did, pleasure jolting from your pussy into your fingers and toes.

"already coming?" nanami whispered when your body froze, back arching and tiny moans escaping your lips that hit nanami's ears like music.

[justanoth3rfngirl]

Jack Abbot

YOU OWE ME AN IUD by @kittyminion

something med school didn't cover by @inkydelusions

ON ME  by @snoopysupe

☆ My Girl ☆ by @fleurrain

✶ — OFF-DAY ! by @lovebugism

TikTok Troubles by @imaginesofwonder

Sweetpea by @candlelitea

In sync by @tedmustache

Jack Abbott x f!reader by @robbysreaders

Busy Bee by @mercvry-glow

all that gleams by @mercvry-glow

possessive by @midnghtprentiss

eavesdropping by @erwinsvow

You Can't Park There by @sarah-the-bird-nerd

Calling Doctor Love by @likesomeoneinlovee

Jealous by @thatcorporategirlie

Dove & Captain by @twohearts-hs

No Man's Land No Man's Land PT 2 by @butyoudidthis4what

You Say That Like You Care by @frombookstoretobookstore

Overactive Empathy by @lol-im-done

jack abbot and shower sex (f!reader) by @loves-alibi

On a whim baby by @burgundysnow

— SEE YOU CLEARLY ! by @goldsainz

Whatever Happened to Aging Gracefully? It Got Old by @thatcorporategirlie

[mariasont]

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ❀ fluff ☆ smut 𖦹 angst

FRANK LANGDON

☆ IT'S MEANT TO BE POP! by @ceriseangels no man has ever really treated you right. frank langdon vows to change that.

❀ SCHOOL GIRL CRUSH by @clarktologist you bring your elderly neighbor to the ER after a fall, only to be faced with your high school crush - who is hotter, more capable and just as charming.

❀ ILL OF YOU by @whatif-ialreadydid langdon is sick!

❀𖦹☆ FLARE UP by @ratonnhhaketon reader is stuck in bed with a migraine and frank simply cannot stand to see it. He's still in his scrubs, so might as well play doctor just a little bit longer.

❀ LOVER BOY by @novatheory date night with frank langdon

JACK ABBOT

𖦹❀ YOUR MIND'S WALKING OUT by @lovebugism no one at the pitt knows you and jack are separated when you show up to the emergency room during a particularly chaotic shift, with a number of dubious symptoms that force you and jack to reconcile

☆ LITTLE BLUE PILL by @thedilfydoctorshow jack has worries about your age gap. you try to tell him that he has nothing to worry about

☆ TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS FOR ME by @lovebugism your relationship with jack has always been 50/50: he buys you everything, and you let him. this arrangement, as he calls it, works perfectly - until you start to worry that you may not be the only one who's doing it with.

❀ YOU OWE ME AN IUD by @kittyminion jack abbot rocked your world so hard that he dislodged your iud, leading you to visit the ptmc emergency room, not knowing that he was the night shift attending

☆ A BID FOR ATTENTION by @pinkandblueblurbs michael robinavitch x jack abbot x fem!reader

☆ SLEEPYHEAD by @aureatelys robby just wants to take a nap in the on-call room before going home. his colleagues have other plans.

MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH

☆ LEVEL UP by @thedilfydoctorshow so what if robby's having a midlife crises?

☆ SOFTER, HARDER, IN BETWEEN by @/ceriseangels you're in a very sticky situation with your senior attending

☆ SEVEN-WEEK CURSE by @cinnxmxngxrl robby’s dating history is infamous, no relationship survives past seven weeks. So when he asks you out, you strike a deal: no sex until seven weeks have passed.

☆ A BID FOR ATTENTION by @/pinkandblueblurbs michael robinavitch x jack abbot x fem!reader

☆ SLEEPYHEAD by @aureatelys robby just wants to take a nap in the on-call room before going home. his colleagues have other plans.

SPENCER REID

𖦹☆ SPRING INTO SUMMER by @nereidprinc3ss the highest highs and the lowest lows of your on-again off-again relationship with spencer reid, tracked through the seasons of a year.

❀ SPARKS FLY by @parfaitblogs in which you kiss your best friend when the clock hits midnight, you feel bad, but he’s all too forgiving.

❀ FOOTNOTES ON INTIMACY by @esote-rika boundaries are important in any relationship—even fake ones (especially in fake ones). spencer reid is very good at sticking to the rules you’ve discussed together, until he does something off script that sends you spiralling.

❀ LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO by @reidrum in which spencer and his sunshine girl go ice skating

❀☆ ONLY ANGEL by @/parfaitblogs in which you crash into a not-so-stranger at a party, puzzle pieces fall into place, and you find yourself ending up in his bed. 

❀ ANGEL EYES by @/ceriseangels spencer and his wife teach chessy how to ride a bike. when things don’t go according to plan, diana saves the day.

☆𖦹 UP IN THE CLOUDS by @/esote-rika after a few near death experiences during a case, spencer muses on your mortality, and decides to take advantage of everyone’s state of unconsciousness by showing his love for you right there on the jet.

𖦹 AM I STILL LOOKING FOR IT? by @miedei you've found yourself in a routine with spencer. you're not sure if its any good for you, but you want him anyway.

𖦹❀ MOSAICS by @crescndo spencer reid is not as unloveable as he was made to think. ups and downs are inevitable, and "i love you"'s come easier than he once thought, and so does existing. he'll love the parts of you that have never experienced care.

❀ PLUSH, INTERRUPTED by @/reidrum in which dr. reid attempts to find the perfect birthday gift for you

❀ ALOE BARBADENSIS by @/nereidprinc3ss in which you and spencer reid just want to lay around in your room after a day at the beach. the team does not respect your privacy.

❀ SICK AS A DOG! by @clarktologist spencer comes home to his girlfriend being... well, sick as a dog.

𖦹❀ NORTHERN ATTITUDE by @gold-onthe-inside after your friends with benefits arrangement comes to an end, spencer's persistence gets him to the bottom of your fear to commit to him, especially when all signs point to you liking him back.

𖦹 THERE'S A MONSTER UNDER THE BED by @pathologicalreid in which spencer brings you back to your apartment for the first time after it was broken into, and it seems the burden might be too much to bear

☆ FATHER FIGURE by @mercy-burning spencer becomes an unlikely source of comfort after his son breaks up with you.

❀ FATE, AND OTHER LIES by @brattyspence girldad!spencer who can't seem to find a logical reason why he was given the chance to be a father

𖦹 I KNEW IT, I KNOW YOU by @/parfaitblogs in which your boyfriend comes to find you amidst radio silence, and you finally let out all your frustrations and insecurities. 

❀ IMPORTANT NAMES by @morguesiren how your best friend helped your daughter come into the world.

☆ ROOM FOR THREE by @incognit0slut nobody knows about the contract you signed to be your boss’s sub until spencer finds the document. aaron proposes a deal in exchange for his silence.

☆ BUSY WOMAN by @it-was-summer after spending countless months watching you break men's hearts, spencer is surprised when you call a sudden dating hiatus. amid your 'break,' you confide in your lanky coworker how much you miss certain physical intimacies. spencer is quick to offer a solution.

𖦹 DARWINISM by @/reidrum the you that broke up with spencer to follow your dreams in london isn’t the same you that returns a year later

☆ IN THE SECRECY OF HIS ROOM by @/esote-rika you have several (stereotypical) assumptions about your nerdy coworker; he proves how wrong you are about them.

❀ LOVER BOY by @ellecdc spencer reid x rossi!daughter who didn't realize they were dating

𖦹❀☆ LOVE ME TENDER by @foxy-eva when you finally tell him about your struggles with sex, spencer proves to be the most understanding and gentle boyfriend anyone could wish for 

☆ TAKE WHAT YOU NEED by @burymagdalene after going full hermit mode during finals, you reach out to your relatively new boyfriend for a textbook he might be storing in his apartment. or, spencer putting you through his mattress for the first time as finals stress relief.

𖦹❀ SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON by @/parfaitblogs in which the first time you kill an unsub hits you like a truck, and spencer reid is there to pick up you back up. 

☆ LET'S PUT IT TO THE TEST by @misserabella experienced! spencer x inexperienced! reader

❀ WAKE UP CALL by @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat a night partying turns the morning into one big whirlwind of figuring out how the hell you ended up in your coworker's bed

☆ LOVE YOU MORE by @dudeitiskarev as newlyweds, you and Spencer can’t hold back the urges of wanting each other at all times

𖦹❀ PRESSURE POINTS by @gghostwriter after a traumatic event, Spencer coaxes you back to the land of the living, right by his side.

AARON HOTCHNER

☆ AMOR FATI by @ssa-dado you save your coworker’s life and he fucks you as a thank-you? wow! you can’t help but wonder how his wife feels about this particular expression of gratitude.

☆ CORRUPTION by @minswriting you've never had sex before and don't really know much about pleasure. aaron decides to teach you the many ways you could be ruined.

☆ SUMMER LOVIN' by @/aureatelys after your dad thwarts your plan to have a not-date with aaron at the drive-in movie theatre, you improvise.

☆ MR. HOTCHNER by @mggslover in which being a nanny for the Hotchners doesn’t only mean taking care of jack, but also pleasing your boss

☆ SOAKED by @goorgeousz your window gets stuck and hotch decides to help you. but it’s too hot to wear proper clothes, and he nearly loses his mind.

𖦹❀ HIGH EXPECTATIONS by @/clarktologist you get yourself hurt in the field. aaron covers up his worry with frustration.

❀ FRESH by @cringeiknow aaron physically cannot resist touching you after your ‘everything’ showers.

𖦹❀ PR (PENNE RIGATE) by @/ssa-dado sometimes you spiral so hard you start hallucinating david rossi - dave, sorry - groping your boyfriend’s tit the first time you meet his coworkers. silver lining? aaron’s forearms are flour-dusted and flexing over pasta dough.

☆ ROOM FOR THREE by @/incognit0slut nobody knows about the contract you signed to be your boss’s sub until spencer finds the document. aaron proposes a deal in exchange for his silence.

❀ TASTE OF VICTORY by @/clarktologist after winning a hard-hitting case against aaron hotchner, he takes you out for a celebratory drink. turns out prosecutors and defense lawyers can get along.

❀ LOVE IS AN EASY DANCE by @softtdaisy just you and Hotch celebrating your engagement and how much you love each other

❀𖦹 FAMILY LINE by @sentryfiles he snickers when he secretly whispers you that and you’re sure this is the family you were born to be after all, it just took you a little while to find it. or: aaron shows what the unconditional love of a family should be like.

☆ BACKSHOTS... BACK PAIN, SORRY by @/ssa-dado it starts with a back massage, ends with your face in a pillow and hotch scolding you mid-thrust for arching your back incorrectly. you’d argue, but it’s hard to speak when he’s fixing your posture with his [REDACTED]

☆ NOT THE DESPERATE TYPE by @/aureatelys the apartment across from hotch's has been empty for as long as he can remember. and then you move in, and you always seem to forget to close your blinds.

☆ FINGERS & THUMBS by @inknopewetrust aaron knows how much you love his hands.

❀ BODYGUARD by @/softtdaisy hotch is your hot bodyguard and flirting with him helps making the situation better

if anyone wants to be removed from this list, please let me know! i'll be adding more to this list as i read!

[kittyminion]

Actually, the quote in your bio is a "Hadith" in Islam I only mentioned it to clarify that it's not from the Quran because it's a false claim despite its widespread use xx

yeah my bad if that caused any issues. thank you for the clarifications!!

[kittyminion]

Is your bio from the Quran?

no, it was a quote i found on pinterest! i wasn't aware that that's where it originates from, but its a great quote. supposedly, that's something rick grimes also says in the walking dead which i think is very rick grimes of him lol