#requests open!

[batcavities]

Please, please, please draw him with chocolates and flowers. I wanna spoil this man. Any flowers you feel like he would like.

LOOK AT HIM he's so so flattered... these can't POSSIBLY be for him, right?

I gave him a bouquet of some lilies and roses since they're some of my favorites ;P

[1-800-ur-cyber-slxtt]

𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

summary: plus size student doctor!reader x pervy!pitt characters…

word count: 1.2k

warnings: lowercase intended, power dynamics, no real descriptions of reader kinda and only a few eluding to being plus sized, no y/n, creepy coworkers duh, inappropriate/unprofessional coworkers/work space, explicit content, need i say more?

notes: taking requests for the pitt characters including; dennis whitaker, jack abbot, michael 'robby' robinavitch, trinity santos, frank langdon, cassie mckay, emma nolan and maybe more. if you want any one shots elaborating on any of these lmk in my requests! pt.2?

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divider credit: @sugarish

pervy!robby, jack, langdon and whitaker who are always finding excuses to touch you. innocent touches of course. hands on your hips or one placed on your lower back to shift you out of the way gently, a hand on your arm to get your attention, pressing into you from behind when there was no room, all things that you could draw up to normal, friendly, nothing.

the room was full, buzzing with attendings and residents as a new patient had just been brought in. you were turned away grabbing some supplies you’d been asked for when two hands briefly place on your upper arms, a tall body shuffling against you. while brief you still noticed the touch lingered, the way the body was right against yours— no, you were just imagining it. You turn your head to see robby passing but he barely offers you a glance as he’s already onto his next task, focused on calling out orders.

you’re at the nurses desk grabbing a clipboard and picking your new patient when a solid body presses up against yours from behind. you can tell almost immediately that it’s jack. there’s plenty of room on either side of you but no, he chooses to squish your plush body against the counter, lightly of course but purposeful enough for you to feel him. naturally it has you a little flustered but neither him or dana say anything about it, a scene of normalcy. and within a flash he’s gone again, clipboard in hand.

langdon is the one who is most obvious with his affections. if you weren’t so hell bent on chalking it all up to nothing he’d probably have a hr complaint on file already. it would take two hands to count the amount of times he’d “accidentally bumped” into you, hands instinctively grabbing whatever was nearest to him, which was always you. each time the touches got more brazen and all the more grabby. but your attending wouldn’t be groping you on purpose, that would be highly inappropriate.

the only place whitaker has been brave enough to lay his hands on you is in crowded elevators. standing behind you his hand grazes your backside a couple times, muttering a cowardish “sorry” when you’d glance back at him. 

pervy!whitaker who is much shyer than his coworkers which makes him all the more worse. if you were at all suspicious of any of your other coworkers you’d still trust sweet dennis. at least until he slipped up.

pervy!langdon who is meaner to you than he is to everyone else. it has you constantly overthinking what you must have done or are actively doing wrong. whenever his eyes are on you, telling you to do something or how to, huffing and frankly berating you, you start fumbling, getting flustered and overwhelmed, and frank the sick freak he is loves it. he eats that shit up.

“jesus, just let me do it.”, he’ll grunt, snatching the tools away from you and mumbling under his breath. sometimes it makes your eyes water, and other times you can’t help but snap back at him, letting the attitude you try so hard to hide slip. and langdon? he’s always turned away from you with a smirk plastered on his face and no doubt turned on.

pervy!robby who would pick up on how langdon acts towards you. he pulls you in for a chat and says he’ll have a talk with the other man about his hostility towards you. he promises to put a stop to it and makes it clear to you that you should come to him personally if you ever need to get anything off your chest or just for anything in general.

and maybe he does have a talk with langdon, or maybe he doesn’t because he just enjoys you coming to him for comfort too much. and he especially enjoys seeing you teary eyed and worked up, he's just like langdon that way, except this way he’s not the villain. he gets to play white knight.

pervy!whitaker who’s obsession really took a choke hold on him when he caught a glimpse of your bra clad otherwise naked torso. it hadn’t even been the whole thing. you’d been taking off your jumper in the locker room before your shift when your scrub top had gotten caught in the hoodie, lifting up with it. you’d been quick to pull it down but it was too late, whitaker had already seen and ingrained the image into his mind. you however were none the wiser, oblivious to your flustered admirer.

pervy!jack being unfazed when you walked in on him with his shirt off in one of the rooms you’d thought to be empty. you stuttered, getting out some sort of an apology and trying to look away but your eyes had kept drifting back and he’d noticed.

he shook his head and tutted, “s’ alright sweetheart, you’re allowed to look.”

pervy!jack and robby who are always using nicknames for you. which obviously causes a few eyebrow raises from time to time, especially when you’re the only one getting called them. 

“It’s alright sweetheart, things don’t always go our way.”

“Good job, dollface. that was a close call.”

“Come here, sweet. let me show you how to do it.”

pervy!whitaker who has found out from experience that you get much more touchy and flirty when you’re intoxicated. after having you cling to him or run your hands down his arms or let out the occasional giggly flirt he’d keep buying you drinks. he’d say they were just because of something great you’d done that day, ‘saved a life’ or ‘stood up to langdon’. he always chalked them up to some excuse until you were too drunk and too giddy to care or question it, thanking him with a sweet kiss to the cheek.

pervy!jack who finds out about you being such an affectionate drunk and finally decides to take the others up on their offer about coming out for drinks, much to their surprise. He does it so one, he gets to experience it first hand and two, to be the one to take drunk you home at the end of the night. plus how could he pass up on the chance to see you in tiny outfits? cleavage that’s usually hidden by your scrubs instead on full display, not to mention when it’s not cold your legs are on show as well, plush thighs pressed together making his mouth water, imagining himself between them. 

pervy!whitaker who is always trying to convince you to move in with him and santos. he doesn’t mention his actual reasons for wanting you to move in. doesn’t say how he’d love the chance to ‘accidentally ’ see you naked, fresh out the shower or to see you in the tiny sleepwear sets he bets you wear. 

the ones with those thin spaghetti straps and even thinner material, so thin he’d be able to see your nipples through, hard buds pebbling under the fabric and poking out. shorts only covering half your plump ass. 

he could almost cum in his pants at the thought of overhearing you touching yourself at night, a little whimper of his name spilling from your pouty lips if he was ever so lucky.

[sincerelybubbles]

ok shy bau reader and the team finally managed to get her to come a rossi dinner party so she can meet the rest of the team families that she hasn’t met yet, maybe after her first date with hitch and the team realized quickly she softened very fast with the kids and jack and her just seemed to click really fast and jack had her talking more than any of the team has so far… hotch is star eyes

hotch x shy!bau!reader \\ Dinner and Delights

Warnings: brief mention/allusions to Christianity. Otherwise, fluff! More insight into what Aaron is thinking :) I got very carried away, I hope you enjoy <3

"Woah hot stuff, where are you going so fast?" Morgan intercepts you with an arm around your shoulder as you attempt to slip out of the BAU unnoticed. "Hopefully to get ready for our big dinner plans?"

It's not that you don't want to go to one of Rossi's famous dinner parties, you're just afraid that your sub-par social skills would be noticeable by tenfold in a more casual environment.

At work, you can hide your quietness by talking about the psychology of the unsub, your specialty as a licensed psychologist. You can pretend you're not hiding in your shell when the team is all laughing and talking about personal lives by quietly listening while pretending to read your maps and journals. You can observe them and spend time with them, because you do truly love them all at this point, without feeling bad that you prefer to listen over talk.

And that's really it - you prefer to listen to them. You would say you've all but warmed up to all of them. You like Morgan's teasing, Emily's stories, Reid's rambling, Rossi's sarcasm, and Hotch's...

Everything, but the thought snaps you back to the present before you can dwell on memories of a sweet date in a dark restaurant.

"Of course," you succeed, nodding and sending him a tight-lipped smile.

"Hey," he slows you down and stops in the hallway, turning you to face him gently before lifting his hands in a placating gesture as if you were an animal he expects to run. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with but I promise none of us are trying to lead our little lamb to slaughter. We know you're quiet," the admission embarrasses you and makes you feel guilty pleasant that he sounds so gentle about it, "and nobody minds, I think it's cute and I think the rest are just happy our other genius isn't as vocal as Reid."

Your nose scrunches at the small dig and you open your mouth to protest at putting Reid down to lift you up.

"And look at that! Another thing we all love - you're quiet but won't let anyone say anything about the other behind their back. You're a good person, we all just want to spend some less-intense time with you. So, go home and doll yourself up, and get ready to see Hotch wine tipsy. We all know that's your main motivator." Morgan winks at you and moves quickly down the hall and away from you, laughing, before you can protest.

He's not wrong, though, and you shake your head as you move toward the elevator.

You end up on Rossi's doorstep, choking the neck of a bottle of expensive wine between two sweaty palms. Your heart is in your throat, nerves humming in anticipation.

Your team cares about you. Nobody expects you to be anything you're not. Gentle affirmations meant to soothe over your skin in gently lapping waves erupt into steam; like water hitting lava rock. You're too tense, too worried about not saying enough or too much; saying the wrong thing or saying the right thing only once and never living up to the expectation of repeated occurrences.

"Hey," Emily says from behind you. You turn to see her jogging up to stand beside you, brushing off her pants and adjusting her jacket. "You brought wine!" She cheers happily, reaching past you to turn the nob and open the door.

She gestures you inside, making no comment about your obvious hesitance. With her by your side, your nerves are calmed. Aside from Aaron, she's the easiest for you to be around. You don't feel any expectations with Emily. She doesn't talk too much or too little, doesn't push, doesn't ever send a pitying look when you opt out of activities outside of work.

"Château Lafite," you say to her, lifting the wine and shaking it gently in the air as you walk inside.

"Oh! Fancy wine."

"Wine?" Rossi asks, rounding a corner. He's dressed slightly more casually in a soft sweater and jeans, drying his hands off with a pristine dish towel. "The more the merrier, bring it in here."

You follow his gesture back into the kitchen, leaving Emily to go to what you presume is the living or dining area.

"Where did you find this?" Rossi asks, taking the wine from you to examine it and letting out a low whistle as he appreciates it.

"Just my local winery," you say, neglecting to admit that you go there often enough that the owner leaves the nicer stuff behind the counter for you.

Lonely nights crave wine, twisting them into lovely things you can appreciate. You enjoy your own company after years of quietly observing others. You've learned how to observe yourself, too, after all of these years.

And, even though you don't quite realize it, the self-awareness carries like confidence. That's what Aaron sees in you: observant eyes darting across a room and noticing everything, understanding flickering before anyone else catches a cue, deft movements across the paper while taking notes, and swift motions always with a purpose.

It's what he sees now, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans while he leans in the doorway of Rossi's kitchen, watching you. How could he not? You're a lovely creature, always begging for his eyes to settle on you for another second, and then another.

He knows the moment you realize he's in the room, minutes before Rossi. You stand straighter, tilt your chin lower, and are aware far before you tilt your head to the side to send him a soft smile. He returns it before Rossi can catch him. It's a warmth he wants to reserve for you.

"Dave," he interrupts the other man's monologuing about the wine he's sure you already know all about, "Jack would like to know if he and Spencer can use your chess set when he gets here?"

"Of course, I'll get it from my study." Rossi leaves, passing you the wine and gesturing to the opener.

Aaron steps in before you can start the process of opening the wine. He doesn't quite know why, but he wants to do it for you. He finds himself wanting that more and more recently: to do simple tasks for the sole purpose of you not having to do them. Opening doors and pulling out chairs are simple gestures that he did with Hayley, but he wants to do sillier, smaller, things, too. Straighten the pens on your desk back into their cup, reorganize the files on your desktop, untangle the wires of the headphones he really should reprimand you for using at your desk, open a damn bottle of wine he can't pronounce the name of but that he heard you say so gently to Emily as you walked in.

"Jack's here?" You ask, handing him the wine and crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter to watch him work.

He relishes how your eyes focus on his arms, pupils dilating, as his muscles work under his thin henley.

"Yes, I have him this weekend and he likes to spend time with Reid and Garcia."

He has to step closer to reach above you to get the wine glasses. He could ask you to step aside, tuck his hand against your waist to move you himself, or simply walk into the next room to grab the glasses sitting on the table. But, instead, he tucks one foot in between yours, puts one hand on the back of your head to guard it from the cabinet, and opens it to find the nicer crystal there.

Your breath hitches across his neck and he remembers the chaste kisses he's given you before. Nothing serious, nothing has been yet because he's waiting for you to lead him into that, but tantalizing nonetheless. He steps back to pour the wine, standing closer to you than he started.

A little for you, passed gently, and then a little for him. Dave could pour his own glass.

You take the wine and sip it slowly, tongue darting out to taste before you sip. He's reminded of communion as a child. The blood of christ, sacred, something to be tasted but not meant to satiate. Reverence in a sip, devotion in a small act.

He wants to give you the same thing. The desire hits him in the sternum, suddenly, leaving him winded as he watches you lower the glass. Your eyes are locked on his, you haven't seemed as hesitant about holding his gaze recently - something that makes him melt - and he wonders if you can feel how he wants to take care of you. How he wants to show you the same force that water uses to carve canyons. Persistence and pressure, time and care. He's willing to take his time, he's filled with the same patience as everything all together in nature. He's a rabbit perched on its hind legs, sniffing the wind for safety before darting forward; the bird hung in flight between beats of wings, the whisper of wind carrying small seeds miles away to wait and watch the growth. Wait, wait, wait, however long it takes, he's there. For you.

It's a strong feeling to fully realize in David Rossi's kitchen, but he's grateful for it, anyway.

"It's good," you comment softly, eyes smiling.

"Is it?" He asks, setting his glass down and retaking his spot nearer to you. He misses your warmth. "Can I?" He asks, brushing his fingers across your jugular before cupping your cheek.

"Taste the wine?" You tease, eyes flickering to his glass. The gentle jest pulls a chuckle from his chest. Another thing you've become more comfortable doing around him. His blood and bones sing at how familiar you can be with him.

"Yes," he says in a breath, dipping his head down to brush his lips against yours.

And you're reciprocating - you've always reciprocated, enthusiastically, just never in the pressing way you are now. You set down your own glass to hold his arms in both of your hands. Fingers dig into his arm as you sigh and open your mouth, new lands to explore, tilting your head back to grant him full access.

"Daddy?" Jack asks and Aaron pulls away, a man parched and staring at an oasis in the middle of a desert, before Jack can round the corner. He doesn't go far, though, hand traveling down to the small of your back as he turns.

"Jack?" Aaron replies, waiting for him to come around the corner.

"Hello," Jack says, stopping in the doorway and looking up at you with wide eyes.

You've met him a few times before, always in passing, but you still smile warmly and wave at him.

"Hi, Jack."

"Do you know how to play chess?" Jacks asks. Aaron smiles at the eagerness on his son's face.

"Yes, I do. Would you like to play?"

"Yes please!" Jack jumps forward to grab your hand, pulling you into the living room before you can react.

You go easily, though, following him with a gentle laugh that warms the coldest parts of him. Pieces of him he doesn't think have seen the light in years brighten at the sound. He's heard you laugh before but something about the sight of you laughing because of Jack illuminates needs that he didn't even know he had. Needs you're meeting before he can feel the yawning desire of them.

He follows, unable to resist the desire to see you two interact over and over again. You're setting up the board, listening to Jack chatter on, nodding intently.

[sunnimals]

I’d like a little who LOVES space and the color lavender moodboard, pls

Here u go! Testing out a new graphics style so I made some dividers too!

Dividers are free to use, credit not required :] all images/pngs found on pinterest and tumblr

[stimmyneko]

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[elijames-writing]

welcome ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⤷ elijah (he/him) - mlm ؛ ଓ

i do not use ai in my creative process - ever! - and do not give permission for my work to be fed to ai.

♯ requests : open!

(req via ask box - x male/gn/ftm reader only. if you request fem reader i will assume you have not properly read my bio and will not write it unless i really like the concept.)

i write for:

(if something is not on this list, feel free to send a request anyway - i'll do my best <3)

the pitt

dennis whitaker

michael robinavitch

mel king (platonic)

trinity santos

resident evil four

luis serra

leon kennedy

red dead redemption

arthur morgan

charles smith

dutch van der linde

javier escuella

the last of us

joel miller

ellie williams (no male reader)

stranger things

steve harrington

mike wheeler

will byers

robin buckley (no male reader)

nancy wheeler

joyce byers (familial)

harry potter/marauders

harry potter

remus lupin

ronald weasley

sirius black

james potter

draco malfoy

cedric diggory

♯ rules

i will do:

fluff

smut

x reader

character x character

headcanons/oneshots/longer fics

gn reader

ftm reader

male reader

(occasionally or for moots) fandoms and characters that aren't on my list

platonic

romantic

familial

i won't do:

cnc

incest/stepcest

nsfw of any kind for underage characters

lesbian char x male reader

female reader

assault/noncon/dubcon

main: @elijamesklein

[patchworkpalz]

Can i get a uhhhhh howie honeyglow please?

i love Howie i have to figure out how to draw him in my style