and yes anon here you go

anonymous asked:

RE S&M:Colleagues, friends and a date? Yes. Relationship?Naah. Mainly because of who, how, when and where (not going to elaborate further for various reasons 👀). Ship on lassies (and lads ?). Thespian Anon.

Oooh…I have no idea what you’re referring to here, but in Thespian Anon I trust ✋🏻 Thanks! (Tiny hints would not go unrewarded)

Bossuet: Awe! You’re so sweet, oh my goodness!

Joly: Oh, sweet heart… of course.

Joly: What ever you’re going through right now, you’ve got it. Every tunnel has light at the end of it!

Bossuet: And if you ever need specific assistance, the members of Les Amis de l’ABC will always be here to offer their help. All you have to do is contact us, and I think this blog is a good way to do so!

Joly: Yes. Bossuet is right, and I truly hope whatever you’re going through clears up soon, anon. We love you!

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if u could help me. I was never interested in dating & sex. When I hit hs I realized I was only aestheticly attracted to ppl & not sexually. Romantic stuff grossed me out & I'm not interested in having sex. I've never been sexually attracted to someone but I think if I bonded with someone strongly then I'd want to have a relationship sex & all. Idk if I'd fall under the gray-asexual umbrella but if I do can u help me figure out what everything is & what term might fit me best?

Hey anon!

So yes of course I will help you figure things out!  It’s what I’m here for!

To start you out, I’m going to give you a link to an info graphic that shows pretty much the entire asexual spectrum.  It gives a flag, a name, and a short description for each one!  Feel free to come back here and ask more questions though!

Click here to see the info graphic!

~Mod Elise

anonymous asked:

Wait....you cosplay? isn't that against your religion or something? are jews allowed to dress up

This is hilarious. LOL

Yes I cosplay. No it’s not against my religion. Purim is going to blow your mind anon. Here’s some info on Purim: LINK

Here’s some Purim photos

Here’s a pic of someone dressed up at the WW

Needless to say yes….as a Jew I am allowed to cosplay lmao

Thieving Bugger

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them/Harry Potter

Character/Ship: Newt Scamander x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Freaking Niffler (Yes he is a warning, he steals the ring.)

Writer: Cas

Words: 581

Requested by: Anon on @thefandomimagine but I wanted to write her something for her 3 year anniversary and she wanted this so here we go!

Summary: Newt proposing to you, only to have Niffler steal the ring

[Based off of:] http://thefandomimagine.tumblr.com/post/155451154602/submitted-by-anonymous-i-dont-believe

Originally posted by simplyelda



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anonymous asked:

Do you have a specific moment planned for the end of the [BEGINNING] portion of insomnia...? Coz it's been the "beginning" for almost 200 pages now...how many pages do you estimate the comic will go on for?

We’re not in the beginning anymore.

More like in the middle-ish.

Edit: I misread and thought I was being asked if I had a distinct end in mind. The answer to that is yes. As for distinct ends to the parts, they all sorta roll into each other. There are natural breaks here and there but nothing that’s like “END CHAPTER 1″ which might not be the best way of doing things but eh

FAQ

What is project all about? 이 프로젝트는 무엇에 관한 것인가요?

Artists are working together to create an entirely fan-made coloring book in honor of the BTS fandom and its seven incredible band members!

예술가와 7 명의 놀라운 밴드 멤버를 기리기 위해 전적으로 부채로 만든 색칠 공부 책을 만들기 위해 함께 노력하고 있습니다.

Will the coloring book be free? 색칠 공부는 무료인가요?

YES! Once it’s completed, it will be available on this blog as a free download.

예! 완료된 후에 이 블로그에서 무료로 다운로드 할 수 있습니다.

Whose art is going to be featured in the book? 이 책에서 누구의 예술이 등장 할 것인가요?

The official list of confirmed artists can be found right here!

확인 된 예술가의 공식 목록은 여기에서 찾을 수 있습니다!

Can I contribute this project? 이 프로젝트에 기여할 수 있습니까?

Yes, you can! If you want to add a page of your own line art, send an off anon ask, so that I can message you. If you’re not interested in contributing art, you can help by promoting this project through social media (including reblogs of the ABOUT page) and sending in artists you want to see in the book!

예, 할수있어요! 나만의 작품을 추가하고 싶다면 저에게 메시지를 보내주십시오. 미술 기고에 관심이 없다면 소셜 미디어 (ABOUT 페이지의 리블로그를 포함)를 통해 프로젝트를 홍보하고 책에서보고 싶은 아티스트를 보낼 수 있습니다.

When’s the deadline for sending in artist nominations? 예술가 지명 기간은 언제입니까?

Ideally, we should have the final, confirmed list of artists by March 9 (Min Yoongi’s birthday!!!) and nominations will be closed. However, if you want to join yourself, you can participate as long as you’re able to meet the deadline for sending in the line art (which will be announced soon).

이상적으로 우리는 3 월 9 일 (민윤기의 생일 !!!)까지 최종 작가리스트를 작성해야하며 지명은 끝날 것입니다. 그러나 참여하고 싶다면 라인 아트 전송 마감일을 지킬 수있는 한 참가할 수 있습니다 (곧 발표 될 예정입니다).

Who is the admin of the project? 프로젝트 매니저는 누구입니까?

@oll1vian (yes, this is something I’m doing on my own haha)

@oll1vian ( 에, 저는 이것을 혼자하고 있습니다. )

Who are responsible for the English to Korean translation? 한글 번역 담당자는 누구입니까?

@cmimiu, @17-bts-fairytales​ , and @magiczucchini (guys, I’m so grateful for them. They’re doing an absolutely awesome job!)

@17-bts-fairytales 와 @cmimiu와 @magiczucchini (얘들아, 나는 너희들에게 너무 감사한다. 너희들 잘하고있어!)

When will the book come out? 책은 언제 나옵니까??

We want to give a generous time period for all artists. There is no set date for this currently!

우리는 모든 예술가들에게 충분한 시간을주고 싶습니다. 아직 출시일을 정하지 않았습니다!

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Joker x Reader

Requested by Anon


“Well, well if it isn’t the infamous (Y/N) Wayne… looks like Daddy isn’t here so we can have some fun.” The Joker chuckled and watched you carefully, frowning slightly when you didn’t flinch or do more than eye the men around him with a nervous flick of your eyes.

 

“Are people going to get hurt?” You asked quietly and he burst into peals of laughter.

 

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Hello lovelies! x 😛 I’ve posted on here a few time before, but I met a ton of cool people.. and figured why not give it another go! I’m looking for friends, and maybe that special person.. and no, distance doesn’t matter to me. x 🙈 Send me anons, or asks, or messages for that matter.. I can’t wait to meet you! x

My name is Beverly B, I’m 19 years old, and I live in England. (Yes, I do come with the rubbish accent.) 🚮

I’m a Semi professional footballer (soccer), and I’ve been playing for nearly 17 years. Not to brag, but I like to think I’m pretty good at it. x ⚽️

Besides football, I’ve also been dancing for 16 years. I’ve decided whilst growing up and having to make career choices.. dancing was the one to be thrown away. But I still like to dabble with it here and there, when my time is free. 💃🏻

Besides those two things, I spend my days revising for university. I’m a journalism major. That said, I love to write and take photographs.. and hopefully, one day, I can travel the world and do just that. ✈️

Vegan | Lesbian | Single x ❤️ @bevodell

An Expert - Part One

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,344

Request: Yes! Leave requests here.

Warnings: slightly smutty towards the end. just a bit of making out

Summary: Anon asked:  Hello ! I love your writing, you are amazing ❤ I heard somewhere that MGG likes London.. So.. Can you write story about Spencer and reader where reader is living in London and came to USA to help BAU.. Spencer fell in love with reader and will go to the London with her (like for holidays).. Thank you 😍  Thank you for reading and enjoying my works! Cute in love Spencey at your service!!

A/N: Y/L/N = your last name just in case.  I’m going to make this into a multi-fic since the request could easily play out over a long period of time.  Stay tuned for the next part and Enjoy!!

Originally posted by morningcoffeexmgg

The handsome man you recognized to be Agent Aaron Hotchner stood at the door of the bullpen, talking to a woman clad in a business suit.  It was your first day in the BAU.  You’d been asked to come in to help on a case that had been investigated for months.  David Rossi decided he needed you to get on the case, as you had been able to solve most cases involving serial rapists.  You were told you were the best of the best, and that is exactly what they needed at the time.  And fortunately for them, flattery always worked on you.

“Agent Y/L/N.  Honored to meet you,” Agent Hotchner said to you, shaking your hand.

“Likewise,” you told him in your strong British accent.

“This is SSA Emily Prentiss,” he said motioning to the woman beside him.  “Agent Y/L/N is the prime intelligence analyst at MI6.  She’s agreed to travel here to help on our case.”

The Agent Y/L/N?  Wow, I’m a big fan of your work, it’s so great to meet you,” she said, shaking your hand.  You smiled at all the praise, feeling slightly shy.

“It’s great to be here, Agent Prentiss,” you replied.

“Please come inside, we can catch you up on the briefing,” Hotchner said.  You nodded and followed them inside, holding your briefcase at your side.

Walking through the doors of the bullpen gave you a wave of familiarity as it felt similar to MI6 back at home.  People were all sat at their desks, looking through file folders and emails.

Hotchner and Prentiss lead you straight through the bullpen, up to an office that had a few more agents inside.  You recognized one as Agent David Rossi, but the other four agents were unfamiliar faces: a clean-cut blond woman, another blond woman with rather loud clothing, a dark, muscular man, and a lanky one.

“Everyone, this is Agent Y/N Y/L/N with MI6.  She’s the intelligence analyst I called in to help us on this case.  Y/N, this is SSA’s Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, and Derek Morgan, our technical analyst Penelope Garcia and Dr. Spencer Reid,” Hotchner told you, pointing out to each person in the room.  You shook each hand as he introduced them, and when you got to Dr. Reid, he stood up quickly from his seat and stuck out his hand to shake.  From the look the Agent Jareau gave him, you knew he probably didn’t usually shake hands, and if he did, he was never the one to initiate the handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said.  You grabbed his hand, noticing immediately his sweaty palm.

“Of course.  You as well, Dr. Reid,” you replied, smiling at him.  He nodded and sat back down.  Everyone in the room was looking at him now with slightly shocked expressions except Agent Morgan who was instead shaking his head with a wide grin on his face.

“We will have to brief you on the jet.  I hope you’re not too jet lagged,” Hotchner said to you after a moment.

“No, I managed to sleep on the flight here.  I’ll be okay,” you replied.

“Let’s go, then,” he said with a smile.  Everyone grabbed their files and headed out the door.  Agent Jareau handed the extra file in her hand to you before making her way out the door.

Dr. Reid was still sitting in his seat when the room cleared out, making it just the two of you left.  When you looked over at him, he was staring at you, something you presumed he’d been doing for a long time.

“Can I help you with something, Doctor?” you asked him.  He pressed his lips together and shook his head intensely, embarrassed you had caught him staring.

With a smirk, you walked out the room and followed the rest of the agents to the elevator, with Dr. Reid close behind you.

* * *

After only two days in Knoxville, Tennessee, the case was close and the serial rapist was behind bars.

Your skills proved to be remarkable in determining who the unsub was, and with your knowledge and experience with larger levels of interrogation tactics, you managed to get the scumbag to confess to his crimes.

The BAU team didn’t try to hide how impressed they were by you, Spencer Reid being possibly the most amazed out of them all.

“We have been working on this case for months, and you come in and close it in two days,” he told you as you walked into the hotel the team was staying at.

“Like I said, I’m just good at my job,” you replied with a smile.  You knew you sounded a bit arrogant, but what can you say?  You had a knack for this.

“We head back to Quantico tomorrow morning, you two,” Hotchner said walking past the two of you.  You nodded in response and looked up at Spencer.

“Well I guess I will see you in the morning,” you said.

“Actually, I was hoping I could by you dinner,” he replied, motioning to the restaurant that was in the lobby of the hotel.

“Why not?” you said with a smile.

For the next couple of hours, you and Spencer sat in a booth at the back of the restaurant, talking about yourselves and getting to know each other.  With every work he spoke, you felt closer to him, and your liking towards him seemed to escalate throughout the conversation.  

Every time he asked you a question about your life back in London, he sat and listened to every word you said, smiling when you talked about how close you were to your family.

Soon it was nearly midnight and the restaurant was about to close.

“Wow, looks like time really got away from us,” he said looking down at his watch.

“Time flies when you’re having a good time,” you pointed out.  You leaned forward onto the table with your hands out in front of you.  Spencer looked at you and smiled.

“You’re the single most interesting woman I’ve met,” he suddenly admitted.  This made you blush and smile down at your twiddling thumbs.

“I highly doubt that,” you replied.  Suddenly, his hands were on yours, halting your actions.

“It’s true,” he reassured you.  For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, sitting in comfortable silence with weird grins on your faces.

“We should probably go to bed,” you whispered, hoping he would understand your invitation.  He was a genius, so of course he knew exactly what you meant.

Still holding onto your hand, Spencer left plenty of money on the table to handle the check and stood up, pulling you with him.  

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you pushed him inside with the palm of your hand, his back going flush against the mirrored wall of the small box.  You watched his demeanor change as the doors slid closed, his hands moving from his side and grabbing your hips firmly.  In no less than a second later, his lips were on yours, his tongue hungrily exploring every inch of your mouth as if his life depended on it.  

You moaned at the jolt of heat you felt pool at your core.  The whole two days you were in Knoxville, you ached for his touch for some reason, and here you were, devouring each other in the confines of a hotel elevator.  

His hands greedily roamed your body as yours came around the back of his neck and pulled him tighter to you.

After a moment, the elevator door dinged and slid open once again, allowing the two of you to get off on your floor.  Keeping your mouth on his, you dug your room key out of your pocket and led him to your door, only being able to manage after a few tries to open your door.

He backed you into the room without bothering to turn on the lights and closed the door behind him, a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign resting on the doorknob.

Dating Aaron Hotchner Would Include...

Author: Me!

Warnings: None

Summary: Again, just some headcannons

Requesed: Yes, “head cannon for dating hotch”

Word Count: 295

A/N: Here you go Anon, REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN, like/comment/reblog if   you enjoyed!

Dating Hotch Would Include…

  • He is not much of a fan of PDA however he doesn’t mind small amounts sometimes.
  • For example, after a really long case he doesn’t mind cuddling up to you for a nap even if JJ takes photos to send to Garcia.
  • Jack would ADORE you, he would always ask his Dad ‘where is Y/N?’ or ‘is Y/N coming?’
  • Helping him a lot after Haley died.
  • Noticing whenever he is stressed and bringing him coffee from his favourite shop to calm him down.
  • Sometimes he surprises you with fancy dates to expensive restaurants; if he can get a babysitter for Jack.
  • Although sometimes you just enjoy staying in.
  • And so does he.
  • Movie nights with Jack when Aaron is away on a case.
  • Wearing Hotch’s shirts to bed because you miss him and they smell of him.
  • If you work at the BAU you would still wear his shirts sometimes just because they are comfy.
  • He isn’t complaining because he thinks you look adorable in his clothes.
  • Him opening up to you because he trusts you and believes you’ll be there for him.
  • Him proposing to you on one of those expensive fancy dates. (You say yes!!)
  • Making Jack the ring-bearer for the wedding and he absolutely agrees just because it means he can wear ‘a suit like Daddy.’
  • Hotch always smiling around you.
  • His smile shows the rest of the team just how much he loves you.
  • Him scaring you when he yells and he feels bad about it for weeks after.
  • Even when you’ve made up he cant comprehend he actually raised his voice at you.
  • Working through fights and problems because you love each other.
  • Adoring him in every way and him returning the gesture.

anonymous asked:

Sugamon and "what do you mean I wasn't supposed to use the whole thing"

“Here,” Namjoon says, handing Yoongi the empty container of lighter fluid. “Grill’s ready to go. Jin’s just about to light it up.”

“What the fuck is this?” Yoongi asks, feeling the weight of the hollow plastic container. “This was full when I gave it to you.”

“Yes… and I used it.”

“What?!” Yoongi demands, going pale. “You weren’t supposed to use the whole thing!”

“What do you mean I wasn’t supposed to us the whole thing? You gave NO specific instructions as to-”

He is interrupted by an intense whooshing noise and Jin’s strangled cry. 

“MY MOTHERFUCKING EYEBROWS.”

Make Me

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 2,159 holy i got carried away

Request: yes!  Request here.

Warnings: smut, dom hotchner, lowkey kinky sex although that shouldn’t be a warning more like a blessing so you’re welcome

Summary: Anon requested:  Hello could I please request a Hotch x reader smut with dominant Hotch after he’s come back from a really tough case? :) 

A/N:  I’ve just finished reading the Fifty Shades Trilogy, so I’m way into this.  Hopefully this fulfills your needs!  Also, sorry for the delay, I’ve been super busy the past few days.  Life of a college student isn’t easy, but I’m always going to make time to write my lovelies!!  Enjoy!

Originally posted by damnyouqueen

He finished the last report at a quarter to two.  The rest of the team left ages ago, wanting to get a good sleep after a case like that.  The amount of stress that lingered in the BAU for the past month was unbelievable, and it was finally over.

All Aaron could think about that night was getting home to you, hopefully awake.  He had a plan to take out his stress on you, with your consent of course.  He would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

But after the night he had, he was desperate to find his release hopefully balls deep inside of you from behind.  The thought made him way too eager to leave the BAU, his feet carrying him quickly through the bullpen and out to the elevator.  He could barely keep his erection concealed with his briefcase, and when he was thinking about you handcuffed to the headboard, it only made it worse, so his legs seemed to take on a mind of his own as they started jogging to his car.  Anyone who saw would know he was in a rush, but they would never know why.

Stepping on the gas, he sped through the streets towards his house, where you no doubt were sitting awake, waiting for his arrival.  Jack was probably fast asleep in his room, clueless to what was about to happen with his dad and his soon-to-be stepmom.

Ten minutes later, he was through the front door, locking it behind him quickly.  The smell of lavender filled the air, signalling you were in the bath.  Perfect, he thought with a smirk.

He quietly sat his briefcase and keys down on the coffee table, slowly making his way to the bedroom where your clothes were sitting on the bed.  To his approval, you had sat out a silky nightgown paired with a tiny thong.  His mind immediately pictured you inside of it, making his patience shrink.  

But he managed to keep his mind away from you long enough to go to Jack’s room to check if he was asleep.  He smiled at the sight of his son in his deep slumber.  Closing the door, he muttered a quick thank you to whoever might’ve been listening for his luck.  He had the most beautiful son and the perfect wife to be.  He was just so happy in his life, and it had been a long time since he felt that way.

He made his way back to your bedroom, feeling the humidity from your steaming bath.  He knew exactly what he wanted to do to you, so he grabbed your nightgown and underwear from the bed, shoving the revealing piece of fabric in his back pocket, and throwing the silky dress into the dresser where you keep the rest.

A few minutes later, his erection was well evident through his work pants, and you were climbing out of the tub.  You wrapped a small towel around your body, leaving little to the imagination.  When you opened the door to the bedroom, you were startled to see your fiance laying across your bed, his hands folded behind his back, wearing nothing but his work trousers.

“Jesus, Aaron.  You scared the shit out of me,” you said to him.  He only looked at you in reply, taking in your wet body.  “Aaron?”  Without a word, he held up his hand and gave you a come hither motion with his index finger.  You looked around, noticing your missing bedtime clothes.

“This isn’t funny,” you said, gripping the towel around you.  You didn’t say it because you didn’t want it, more because you were suddenly all hot and bothered seeing him half naked on the bed, seeing his apparent erection.

“I’ve had a long day, Y/N.  Get over here.  Now.”  Despite his demand, his voice was calm and quiet.  You knew it was because Jack was just a few doors down the hall.

“Or?” you dared, wanting to rile him up more than he already was.

“Not wanting to mind, are we?” he asked, standing up from the bed.  You pressed your thighs together, knowing that you were going to need another shower when he was finished with you.  He could tell you were turned on just by the way your demeanor changed within seconds.  He’s a profiler after all.

“Long case, huh?” you questioned, continuing to taunt him.  “Must be tired.”

He chuckled and made his way over to you, ripping the towel from your hands and throwing it to the floor.  “Not even close,” he muttered.  Suddenly, his hand was at your heat, cupping it firmly, making you moan in pleasure.  He tsked at you, raising his other hand to pull your hair, making your head lean back.  “My son is in a few rooms over, and I don’t want him to hear you.  Be quiet or be punished.”  The thought of being punished made you all the more wet, so naturally you toyed with him.

“Make me,” you said softly.  

He took this as an invitation, grabbing your hips firmly and backing himself to sit on the bed.  Within seconds, he pulled you so you were laying across his lap, the wetness from your body transferring to his pants.

He rubbed his hand across your bare derriere, gently passing over your soft skin, but no later than he soothed the skin did he bring his hand back and slapped your ass, making you yelp in surprise.  You covered your mouth in order to keep quiet, but with another slap, you couldn’t hold in the squeals.

“Keep quiet,” Aaron said above you, slapping your ass again.  Your skin stung, and you knew that it was most likely glowing red, but wanted - needed - him to spank you some more.  

“No,” you said in defiance.  A smirk glided across your face as you felt Aaron’s legs shift beneath you.  He was getting a better angle, and you knew exactly what he was about to do next.

“No?” he asked, slapping your ass again.  “You’re telling me no?”  His hand came down hard onto your bum again, and with every slap, you jolted forward, excited for the next.  “I’m about to show you what ‘no’ will get you,” he threatened, and that’s when you felt his fingers press into you without warning.  He roughly assaulted your pussy, his fingers digging into again and again, making you pant in appreciation.

“Fuck,” you whispered.  While he continued to plow his fingers into, his other hand came to rest on your back, holding your shaking figure into place.

“This case has had me stressed to the max, and I come home to a defiant fiance,” he said, his voice breathy.  You knew he was incredibly turned on by the sight of you naked and at his mercy.  “Do you want to apologize?” he asked through his own pants.

“No,” you whisper-yelled, knowing that it would be incredibly awkward if Jack did decide to wake up and see what all the racket was.  “No,” you repeated.  You could feel your orgasm approaching, fast and hard.  But right before you reached your climax, Aaron removed his fingers from you, as he could feel you were about to come as well.  You noticeably pouted, upset you were able to find your release.  This was your punishment.

“If that’s the way you want to play,” he tested, grabbing your hips and throwing you back onto the bed.  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out your thong.  “Give me your wrists,” he demanded.  You complied, ready for this.  This was the kind of torture you were seeking.

He grabbed onto your wrists and used your lacy undergarment to tie them together and onto one of the bed posts at the top of the bed.

“What are your safe words?” he asked, and you felt a surge of excitement at his question, knowing what he was about to do.

“Red and yellow,” you breathed, writhing beneath him.  He hummed in approval, knowing full well he would stop if you needed him to.

“Don’t use either unless you need to.  Understand?  Take as much as you can handle.  I know you can handle a lot,” he said to you.  You felt your face heat up at his praise of you, and also because you were just anticipating his next move.

Slowly, he stood up from the bed and removed his pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs.  You pulled slightly at your restraint, the lacy material rubbing at your skin.  Aaron climbed back onto the bed, hovering over you.

“Why am I punishing you?” he asked, not touching you.  You felt like you were in agony, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you, but that was all it was - a want.  You would know when you needed it.  You instinctively arched your back, trying to feel him in the slightest against you.  Unfortunately, he was too far above you.  “Answer me,” he said sternly but quietly.

“Because I was being uncooperative,” you replied, giving into his game.

“And that’s not okay, is it?” he asked you, slowly beginning to lower his face to your skin.  His lips hovered above your breasts, and he was still not touching you at all.

“No sir,” you whispered.  With that, he sucked into his mouth one of your nipples, assaulting the tender nub with this teeth and tongue, eventually giving your other nipple the same treatment.  You were maneuvering beneath him, desperately trying to get a feel for his erection against you.

His mouth finished its venture to your chest and slowly and agonizingly moved down your body, and you felt him hover over the area you needed him most.

“What do you want?” he asked, holding your hips down so you couldn’t move.  His hot breath glided against your core, making you twitch.

“You.  Your mouth, your cock, everything,” you breathed in admittance.  “Please.”

Hearing you beg was his favorite thing, so he immediately gave in, licking clean up your slit.  Unable to cover your mouth, you moaned out loud, the sound echoing throughout the room.  You knew he didn’t care at this point, considering his tongue continued to explore your pussy, dipping in and out of your folds, making its way up to your clit and back down, repeating these actions over and over again.

“Fuck Aaron,” you breathed, unable to keep your voice down as his tongue sped up its torture.  Your arms were desperately trying to escape from the thong, but you were secured too tightly.  You legs wrapped around his shoulders as you felt your release approach, but once again, just before you came, Aaron halted his actions, not letting you.  You breathed out in annoyance, feeling completely spent without the satisfaction of a climax.  You knew what he was doing, but this was punishment enough.  

“Aaron,” you begged.  “Stop.”

“What do you want?” he asked again.

“Fuck me,” you said loudly.  You were done playing games.  It wasn’t a matter of want anymore.  “I need you.”

In no less than a few seconds, Aaron had his underwear thrown across the room, and he was hovering you once again.  He pressed his mouth against yours, this being the first kiss of the entire night.

“I love you,” he admitted before ramming into you.  It was if the dominant man from moments before was gone, as was the worry about his son hearing the two of you, because he was pounding into you, loud claps of skin against skin filling the room, probably surfing throughout the rest of the house, but neither of you cared.  

“Fucking christ,” you yelled just as you felt yourself finally release.  Your legs shook uncontrollably, your climax taking over your entire body.  It was as if it was the first time you’d ever reached complete euphoria.

“Dammit,” Aaron muttered above you, reaching his release soon after you.  There was no sound in the room other than panting moans and strings of curses.

“That must’ve been a hell of a tough case,” you said between pants.  Your fiance chuckled above you and kissed you again, reaching up to untie your wrists, allowing you to wrap yourself completely around him, feeling him against you making your heart soar.

“I can always count on you to make it better,” he said, cupping your face with his hand, gently brushing your hair back.

Suddenly, you both hear a thump from down the hall and you knew that meant your antics had woken up his son, and he was probably making his way to your room to see what it was that woke him up.

“You go take a shower, I’ll handle him,” Aaron told you with a smirk.  He climbed off the bed and threw on a pair of sweats and shirt as quickly as possible.

“Come meet me when you’re done,” you replied with a wink.

anonymous asked:

can we get some HCs about Ethan cuddling up to Tyler at random times of the day

hell yes anon im here for this

-Ethan just really likes cuddles okay so whenever he’s feeling down or homesick or whatever he’ll seek out the nearest living thing and cuddle up to them
-While he was living with Mark he’d always go and hug Chica or Tyler, if he was around
-But now he just lives with Tyler so he goes straight to Tyler for any cuddles
-If he’s having a slow day editing he’ll come downstairs to the living room where Tyler’s watching TV and just press himself into Tyler’s side and they just kind of cuddle on the couch
-If he has a nightmare or something he’ll go across the hall to Tyler’s bedroom and just crawl between the covers and Tyler’ll pull him closer like shhh
-When Tyler cooks Ethan will smell it and sneak into the kitchen to hug Tyler and press his face into Ty’s back
-sometimes the urge to cuddle hits Eth while Tyler’s taking a shower and he just kind of steps in, clothes and all, and just yelp because Tyler’s one of those people who takes showers in freezing cold water so Tyler just pulls him into an embrace to keep his blue boy warm because body heat yes

That's Definitely a Knife - Jason Todd x Reader

Anon asks: “Person A: Is that a knife in your shoulder? Person B: Or maybe, I’m just happy to see you ;) Person A: Nope, that’s a knife Person B: But I am happy to see you With Jason as person B”

Warnings: swearing, Jason doing his usual Red Hood murder business

a/n: Why yes, I did shamelessly promo one of my favorite OC reader inserts in this (and yes, I am completely aware of the fact that “reader insert” and “OC” are contradictory, it’s killing me inside) so there’s a little taste of Calico’s personality when she’s in her anti-hero persona. If you don’t like this anon, I can re-write it! I hope you like it though :)


“So what exactly is our plan here, handsome?” You ask your boyfriend Jason, as you survey one of Black Mask’s warehouses. “Go in, kill them all, and call it a night?” Jason offers, looking at you for approval. “Well, you can do the killing and I’ll snag some of Sionis’ money on the way out, m’kay?” You respond, snapping your whip against the ground. “Alright Calico, let’s go.” Jason orders. Splitting up, you take to the underground grates, while Jason decides he may as well just walk in through the front door.

Crawling through the grates to gain access to the warehouse, you already hear the sound of gunshots and dumbass goons trying to be intimidating. Right under their feet, you wait for the perfect opportunity to pop out. And that opportunity does come.

“Who’s gonna come and save ya now, freak!” One of Black Mask’s goons taunts. Launching yourself out from the grate, you stun the guy by whipping him, then proceed to knocking him out by kicking him in the face twice, a move you liked to call “Cartwheeling Criminals”. “Well, little ol’ me is here to save the big, bad, Bucket-Head.” You quip, before taking down two more goons.

“And who said I needed saving, sweetheart?” Jason inquired, as he launched himself over a guy, then shot him in the back of the head. Without either of you noticing, one of the goons had grabbed a gun, and was pointing it at Jason. Just as he was going to pull the trigger, you whipped it from his hands, kicked him to the ground, and knocked him out by smashing the gun in his face.

“Well Red, without my miraculous timing you’d have a hole through your skull, or maybe three, or four.” You say, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venomous honey. You couldn’t see him, obviously, but you could almost feel Jason rolling his eyes at you.


There were only 3 out of 32 henchmen left, well, make that 2, Jason just shot one of them. One of the last two grabbed you from behind, unknowingly allowing you to use one of your most infamous moves, one that always happened to work on weak-minded men. Turning your face and grabbing the guy’s head by his hair, you distracted him with the thought of a kiss, just before elbowing him in the stomach, kicking him in the face, and finally knocking him out with a claw infused punch.

There was only one guy left, who was currently armed with a knife. He attempted to cut you first, swinging the knife around like a complete idiot. Of course, you dodged it, flipped yourself on to your hands, and kicked him with both feet towards Jason. “All yours, handsome.” You remark, watching as Jason snaps the guys neck. “Fuck, he’s gonna feel that in the morning.” Jay comments, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “On the contrary, baby if he’s lucky, I don’t think he’ll be feeling anything from the neck down again. Ever.” You say, as you walk towards a small safe in the corner of the room.

Pulling out the tools you need to crack it, you place them up against the safe, listening for the small tick sounds that signal the correct parts of the combination lock. Unlocking the safe, you face some major disappointment. There wasn’t a damn drop of anything useful in it. Hell, there wasn’t anything in it at all.

“Goddamn you Sionis! I needed that fucking money, you irritating masked fucker.” You yell out, nerves completed agitated. “There’s nothing in here…” You begin to rant to Jason, but trail off as you see a literal knife in his shoulder. That had to have happened when with the last guy who was swinging the weapon around like a dumbass.

“Is that a knife in your shoulder?” You rhetorically ask Jason, pointing a clawed finger at his shoulder and the knife imbedded in it. Taking off his helmet and tucking it under his arm, Jay looks down at his shoulder, then to you, then back at his shoulder, and finally back at you.

“Or maybe, I’m just happy to see you?” He replies, suggestively raising one eyebrow in the process. You were just completely bamboozled. How could this man be making suggestive comments while having an actual knife in his shoulder? But then you remembered, it’s Jason, why wouldn’t he be doing that? But at least make suggestive comments that actually make some sense, c’mon.

“I, how would that even? Your shoulder isn’t even close to…Nope, you know what that is definitely a knife.” You ramble, before pointing out the obvious.

“But I am happy to see you.” Jason says, a small smile on his face. You just sigh, shaking your head as you walk over to him. Your hands drift over the handle of the knife, e/c eyes wandering to look up at your lover’s blue ones, silently asking him what he wanted you to do. “Oh god, just pull it.” Jason decides, taking in a deep breath, preparing to have the knife pulled out.

“Okay, um, I’ll do it on three. One, two…three!” You count down, yanking the knife from his shoulder on three, just like you said you would. “Holy fucking Oedipus!” Jason groans, grabbing at his shoulder while you clean the knife of his DNA.

“Wow, that one’s new. I must admit, I admire your strength for replacing ‘motherfucker’ with Oedipus, even if it does confirm you’re a damn nerd. Oh my god, imagine telling Bruce ‘Holy fucking Oedipus, Batman’. I’d pay to see his face if you did that, and we both know I don’t pay…for anything.” You chuckle, admiring how obscenely hilarious your boyfriend can be. And you also admire how damn dramatic he can be. Jason is currently lying on the ground, purposely rolling his eyes to the back of his head, and listing off his “death wishes”.

“Please, after I die of this excruciating pain, take me to pit. I’ll only come back 12% more murderous than before.” Jason proclaims, rolling around on the floor of the warehouse. “You’re a drama queen of mass proportions, Todd. Get the hell up, you’re just giving me more stains to take out of that damned leather jacket.” You joke, yanking Jason to his feet.

“So uncaring and cold, what’s become of you Y/N? What has this life turned you into?” Jason yells out, mock hurt crossing his face. “Boy, you could get a fucking Oscar with dramatics like that, I swear.” You laugh, whilst the two of you walk to your nearby safehouse, to rest for the night and to patch each other up.

“Listen, I almost performed in Hamlet once.”
“Yeah, I know, that’s one of your main reasons to hate Bruce. He yanked you from Hamlet at the last minute.”

“Don’t act like it’s some minor occurrence. It ruined my life babe, I died 6 months after that.“

“I doubt being pulled from Hamlet caused your death.”
“It did! That’s why I was so rash and irresponsible.”
“So you finally admit it, you’re rash and irresponsible?”
“…No.”