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I don’t usually make serious posts but this is one of them.

A friend of mine is on the verge of losing their home and if that happens, their family will get separated and they’ll be split from their siblings and possibly their mom. If they lose their house, they’ll either be forced to move in with their abusive father with their little brother or they’ll be moved to a whole other state.

Please, if you can spare even a small amount, it would help so much. And please get this around, reblog, share, get it on the timeline, anything.

Help their family stay together and help them keep their home.

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Denki's mom has got it going on | Bakugou x Reader

summary: Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: age gap, pervert!Bakugou, milf!reader, unprotected sex, oral(m!receiving), Bakugou sniffing panties

a/n: here it is !!! here it is (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) milf reader !!!

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You’ve always been active in your son’s life as he grew up. You’ve witnessed many phases of his life–his emo phase, his bratty phase, his “I want to become a king so you can stop working, mom!” phase, and even the phase in his life where he makes countless mistakes. But as time went on, you found yourself getting busier and busier until you no longer had extra time to even bake your little Denki his favorite lemon muffins.

As he entered high school, your ritual of taking a picture with him in front of the school gate was broken after receiving an emergency call from the hospital. Your son didn’t stop you from leaving midway your breakfast, nor was he too happy about it.

As he turned sixteen, your worlds changed when you two lost the father of your family. Years went by and you didn’t have any problems supporting your one and only child financially on your own, you were one of the best doctors in Japan after all. It’s all the “how to shave” and “how to tie a tie” and many other “how to”s that dads are usually pro at that you have trouble with.

On the day of his graduation, after failing to attend it,  you promised yourself and him that you are going to have more than enough time for your child. You demanded less time in the hospital and threatened to quit if they didn’t accept.

Now your schedules go from eight in the morning to six in the evening from mondays to fridays. If you didn’t have any appointments on the weekends, they were usually free and you stayed home and bonded with your son. Well, if one counts having your ass handed to you more times than you can count in Mario Kart.

The scent of vanilla mixed with a lemony aroma wafts through the air. Denki’s favorite lemon muffins baked in the oven as you washed the baking utensils. The doorbell rings twice, catching your attention. You weren’t expecting anyone nor did you order anything online.

“Denki–”

“I invited my friends over, by the way!” The blond runs down the steps of your vast penthouse and instead of scolding him lightly on why he should have told you earlier so you could have cleaned the place, you huff and go straight back to washing the dishes.

“Hey! Sorry we’re late, Bakugou demanded some convincing.” You hear a guy chuckle awkwardly as Denki ushers them inside. The sounds of them taking of their shoes echo through the large home you live in and as you finish rinsing the last bowl you used, the sounds of padded footsteps slowly creep towards you–more like the kitchen.

“Oh yeah. This is my mom. You guys probably never met her yet, her work usually requests most of her time.” Denki motions towards you and you smile warmly at his friends. Your eyes scan over them one by one; there were three boys and two girls.

“Hello, my name is Kaminari Y/n, but please, just call me Y/n. Don’t wanna be reminded of how old I am.” You chuckle lightly at your awkward joke as the group follows in suit.

“Mom, this is Ashido Mina,” Denki motions at the girl with pink hair and matching pink skin, “Kyouka Jirou,” The girl with the dark purple hair and headphone ears, “ Hanta Sero,” the guy with the black hair, “Kirishima Eijiro,” the guy with a big and tall build with red spiky hair, “and this ray of sunshine is Katsuki Bakugou.” The blonde who looks like he has a frown temporarily attached on his face.

“Nice to meet you all. You guys can stay wherever, I’m making lemon muffins. It’s my little Denki’s favorite.” You squeeze at your son’s cheeks whose face burns in embarrassment. His friends begin laughing and teasing him about it as they slowly exit the kitchen.

You silently go back to whatever you’re working on, deciding to whip up other snacks so there can be many to choose from. After being reminded of the hot weather, you decide on fruity popsicles and ice cream sandwiches. Both easy and quick to make.

“She’s not really his mom, is she?” Eijiro whispers to Katsuki who simply looks at him with a blank expression before returning has gaze towards the TV. Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

Katsuki’s mind races back to when he first saw you–wearing such short shorts that hug your wide hips and thick ass and thighs perfectly. A white shirt that’s so thin, if he concentrates, he can make out your nipples and their size. He blinks himself out of his daze when his pants begin tightening up.

Think of something else, think of something else, something else, something else–god fucking dammit!

“Hey dunce face. I need to take a piss.” Katsuki stands up, facing his growing boner away from his friends. “There’s a short hallway full of doors to the right of the kitchen. It’s the last left.” Katsuki immediately leaves the theatre room and makes his way to where the kitchen is. His eyes immediately land on you blending something red and it doesn’t help that the vibrations of the blender shakes your beautiful breasts.

I’m like a stupid pervert. Katsuki huffs to himself as he quickly strides his way past the kitchen, catching your attention for a second before the wall covers him from your line of sight. He looks around, brows knitting together when he finds himself confused at which door the bathroom led to. He can’t remember what that idiot said as his mind can only recall you and you alone.

He turns to the right, opening the door before huffing in annoyance. It looked nowhere like a bathroom and instead seemed like a bedroom instead. From the plain furniture and clean environment, Katsuki can only guess that this was your room. He wanted to leave immediately, he swears to god and everything holy above, but something dark red and lacy catches his eye. The cabinet is a white contrast to the popping color–it draws him in as if it were the forbidden apple and he was Eve.

He crouches down, taking the part of the delicate fabric on his fingers before his hands shakily pull the drawer open. Inside it are brightly colored lacy panties and bras, some he can recognize as thongs or t-backs and the others are just see-throughs that barely cover anything. It’s a drawer full of everything inside a teenage boy’s wet dream.

He feels as if he’s been pulled five years back, his sexual fantasies urging him to grab a fistful of the underwear. And he does. He first takes the dark red that caught his attention, spreading it open and studying it in full view before taking a white one, and a baby blue one with a gemstone attached in the center, and a black thong, and a white see through one, and the next thing he knows, his hands are full of his friend’s mother’s underwears and he’s bringing it up to his nose, inhaling the soft scent of fabric conditioner.

He frowns.

Katsuki wanted to sniff you. Your scent, not roses of the meadow or cottony blues. He begins moving from the cabinet, his mind racing to where you could possibly place your hamper. Hopefully you haven’t done your laundry yet.

“Didn’t know my son was friends with a pervert.”

Katsuki’s body stills at the sound of your voice. Your tone is different from before, it’s more demanding, more serious and it’s causing Katsuki’s body to grow even hotter and hotter than it was before. You close your door behind you and Katsuki doesn’t miss the click of the lock, causing his thoughts to grow rampant.

What were you going to do? Were you gonna tell him? Were you gonna scold him? Fuck you’re hot. What kind of underwear were you wearing under those tight booty shorts? Probably a thong? What color?

“And after being caught red-handed, you still have the courage to gawk.” You shake your head, disappointed. “I thought you were the serious type in the group, Katsuki.”

The blond shivers. The sound of his name leaving your lips does something to him and he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is, but it’s something. He finds himself suddenly out of breath and his head is growing dizzy from all the pent up tension inside his pants, inside his dick.

“Turns out you’re just like every other guy, hmm?” He watches as you kneel down in front of him, taking his dick in your hands–why were you holding his dick?!

You look up at him with hooded eyes, pressing your lips against his clothed cock as you pressed soft kisses on its side. Katsuki’s breathing gets worse with every kiss and finally,  a gasp leaves his lips when you pull his pants down, exposing his cock, watching as it springs free. You push Katsuki’s hips back, making him fall onto the foot of your bed.

“Does your girlfriend not care for you, Katsuki? You look like you haven’t done it in years.” You fake-pout at him, pressing soft kisses all over his cock as your thumb presses on the head of his length, playing with and smearing the pre cum that’s oozing out of the tip. “Mmmff- I don’t- I’ve never had a girl- girlfriend.” Katsuki gasps in between his words, panting when you begin giving his cock soft kitten licks just for the heck of teasing him. You chuckle lightly, watching such a strong and mean looking guy breakdown at the palm of your hands have always been amusing to you

“That’s dangerous, then.” Your hot breath fans over his sensitive cock, causing Katsuki to throw his head back in pleasure. “I’ll be ruining you for every other girl out there.” And in a second, you take his entire length in your mouth. Katsuki gasps and a startled gasp leaves your throat–this boy is posing to be a bigger challenge than expected.

Well, no matter. He’s nothing I can’t handle.

You shake your head softly, allowing him to reach as far as your throat. You swallow around him, just to see how far you can push him, but this seems to be the edge as he mutters profanities under his breath and something warm and thick fills your throat, slowly dripping down your stomach. You push yourself off of him, gasping for air, your chest rising and falling heavily before feeling your cunt growing needy.

“Since I helped you out,” With shaky legs, you stand up, pushing your shorts down. Katsuki’s eyes widen and the butterflies in his stomach go wild at the sight of your bare cunt under the shorts. No you weren’t a thong, or anything see-through, as a matter of fact, you weren’t anything at all.

You climb on top of him, taking your shirt off, allowing your breasts to spill out. Katsuki lets out a surprised gasp as he sits up, taking one boob in his hand, squeezing and fondling it as he sucks on the other one. You press his tip against your entrance before lowering yourself, the room filling with both of your hushed moans.

Katsuki scolds himself for acting like such a teenager when he’s supposedly twenty-one. Get it together, Katsuki! For god’s sake!

Your hands run up and down the blond’s biceps, you’ve never felt such amazing muscles before in your life. Katsuki is just so big and tall and he overpowers everything about you. You begin rocking your hips back and forth, digging your teeth onto your lower lip and your eyes rolled back as you continued to feel every inch, every detail, every vein of his large cock inside you.

“You love fucking your friend’s mom so much? Hmm?” You tease, taking both your breasts, presenting it at him. Katsuki immediately buries his face on them, his mind going crazy at how soft and warm they feel.

The noise of slapping skin and soft moans fill the room. Katsuki flips the both of you around, now hovering over you as you laid on the soft mattress of your bed. His thrusts are slow and deep, but that isn’t what you need right now. “Go faster!” You whisper and Katsuki gladly obliges, one hand gripping at your thigh and the other busy fondling a fistful of your boob.

“Shit! Shit! Close, I’m so close!” You cry out softly and Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, hips never once flattering as he chases for both of your orgasms. Your hands fly onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your walls clamped down on him. The blond buries his face on the crook of your neck, muffling out his moans as he releases inside you.

The both of you breathe heavily against each other for a long moment, Katsuki processing whatever the fuck just happened and you wondering if your muffins are burning. You tap on his shoulder and Katsuki quickly pulls out of you, tucking his dick back into his shorts as you stand up and grab some panties, dressing yourself up again.

Katsuki stands up, eyeing you as you walk over to the far corner of your room, opening what seems to be a basket with a lid on it. You take out some black lacy thongs, throwing it at the blond who catches it ungracefully. You chuckle at his clumsy actions before leaving the room.

Katsuki eyes the panties thrown at him, slowly bringing it up to his nose to inhale deeply. His heart skips a beat at your smell filling his senses. He stands there frozen for a moment, gripping at your panties before stuffing them in his shorts.

He leaves the room and enters the bathroom, fixing himself up and wetting his face with water before drying up and exiting the bathroom. “I thought you only had to pee?” Denki asks, eyeing Katsuki as he enters the kitchen, sitting on one of the counter stools beside Eijiro.

“Ate something bad, I guess.” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders.

“Aw, then I hope you’re hungry!” You coo, sliding a plate of muffin in front of him as well as a glass of ice cold coke. “Tell me if you want more, honey.” You smile at the blond and it takes every cell in Katsuki to stop himself from blushing profusely.

You didn’t mean it in the way everyone else in the damn room thought you meant. Another thing Katsuki’s sure about.

Speak Up

Silvers Rayleigh x Reader

Warning: None

Throwing your head back against the pillow, you let your orgasm consume you. His usual gentleness returned as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Trembles shook his sturdy body when he lay beside you in the afterglow of his release. Your eyes had long adjusted to the darkness, and he watched as you stood on wobbly legs and crossed to your bathroom. There was nothing for him to say as you closed the door, effectively shutting him out as he deserved to be. Behind the closed door, you started your shower. Waiting for the water to warm, you stood before the massive mirror and touched the places where his hands had been. The mirror fogged over, signaling that your shower was ready. The water wasn't enough to wash away what you had done.

The things that transpired between you and Rayleigh were love on your behalf. For him, it was lust. Well, that is what you made yourself believe. Washing away all signs of him from your body took time. Forty-five minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom covered in your silk robe with teary eyes. You froze in your tracks at the sight of him sitting at the edge of the bed. There was no hiding the shame you felt under the lamps lighting the room and the scrutiny of his eyes.

"You're crying?" "Why are you still here," You asked, "Shouldn't you be heading out?"

He seemed puzzled at your words before the truth hit him.

"What if I stay?" "Rayliegh, go to your own room. If they see you leaving mine, we'll never hear the end of it.” "You care what they think?"

His words were poison. The sound of him approaching made you squeeze your eyes shut.

"I think ya want me to stay.”

He softly titled your head back. Irritation clawed at his mind the longer you refused to meet his gaze.

"Look at me.”

Ever the obedient subordinate, you open your eyes to stare into his.

"What's going on with you tonight?” "It's not just tonight, Rayleigh," you sigh, “It's every damn time we lay down with each other. I really care about you, but I'm just a good time for you.” "Is that what you think!?"

He turned his back to you while he took deep breaths to calm himself. Rayleigh thought it was obvious how he felt at all times, especially his feelings towards you.

"It's my mistake for not saying something sooner. I thought it was pretty clear that I care for you deeply," he explains while turning to you with a small smile, “You never noticed?” The blank stare you gave him was all the answer that he needed. "Come on, Sweetheart. Even Roger could see it! Gaban too," he pressed. "I don't know.” “Yes, you do.”

You received the least amount of choirs. You were always beside Rayleigh during every battle. Him saving your favorite treats and snacks. He always had an excuse to be in your presence or need to touch you. Rayleigh watched the wheels turn in your head.

"You couldn't have thought I did the same for everyone. I seek you out. I always want you," he explains. "Truthfully, I thought you came to me at night out of shame. I thought you might be ashamed of anyone knowing about us. I've seen some of your partners and…”

The man before you allowed himself to crack a full smile before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm a lucky bastard. I came to you one night with a need. The longer we kept it up, the less I thought to say anything. It never occurred to me that you thought I was ashamed of you or worried what anyone would think. I'm not that kind of man.”

You rested your head against his chest as he squeezed you tighter. Processing his words and accepting his affection, you smile.

"Pretty stupid miscommunication.” "Yea. How do you feel about being with this old man?," he confessed. "Depends. Will I have to fight Roger, or is he a sharer?" “He's fine. It's Gaban you have to worry about,” he teased.

Looking up at him, you met him halfway for a kiss to seal your dedication. Honestly, clearing the air before setting sail was for the best. At least now you know where you stand with one another, and communication will be better. Though, the teasing from the crew would be relentless.

Batman chasing phantom around gothem threatening adoption

Phantom has been hiding out in gothem after an incident with vlad, he's somehow gained the bats attention

Batman is around danny for less than 5 minutes before his adoption senses go off, phantom manages to escape but bruce has alfred prapare a room, prepared the batkids and has the adoption papers ready

The next time batman and phantom meet, phantom tries to sass his way out but batman has something else on his mind

He walks up to him and says "sighn here"

Phantom asks "what this"

Batman "adoption-"

Phantom didnt let him finish his sentence, batman is known as a serial adopter and dannys trying to get away from one crazy man trying to adop him, HE DOSENT WANT ANOTHER

Less than an hour later their are videos of the sassy new meta in gothem running away from batman screaming that he'd rather be sent to arkam than be adopted

While batman responded with 'it is inevitable you will become my new child' while chasing after him, adoption papers visible in his hands.

The batkids see it and start placing bets on when phantom will give into batman because he's right...

The adoption is inevitable

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;

If it helps any, I believe the description began with “it hurts to see the person you love fall in love with someone else”

and the fic kind of begins with the reader sort of distancing herself from Baku bc she doesn’t want to get in the way of /their/ relationship.

And I just remembered that the reason reader got pissed off in the first place is bc before Baku really even brought up the whole situation, he n Kiri went on a morning run and (not described) nefarious events take place.

They kinda ended up talking about it n reader was wholly pissed and I remembered this line, if it helps;

(Said by Kiri) “If it makes you feel any better it was me putting it in him”

(Said by reader) “that.. actually kind of does.”

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;

Dear Fanfiction writers,

If you’re going to write an X Male!Reader fic please don’t use “(M/n)” that makes it feel like it’s still targeting female audiences with the whole “Genderbend” twist on it. If someone is choosing to read an X Male!Reader they generally don’t align with the feminine gender and if they do they should be prepared to see the fic being catered to masculine aligning audiences. Just use Y/n or if you don’t like that, use the Second Person Point of View narrative. When I try to read an X Male!Reader and see (M/n) I feel alienated in this space I wanted to feel safe in. It takes away from the experience and makes me feel like I don’t belong here. Please take this into consideration and think about the audience you’re actually trying to cater to.

Sincerely,

A reader who wishes to feel like they belong

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Pairing: Chobe Aza x Reader

Summary: After being sent to a deadly, monster-infested, island with well-trained samurai and devious criminals, you reunite with your one and only, Chobe Aza.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, tongue kissing, smut, oral(fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, rough sex

Word Count: 2.9k

The plan was so simple. Kill the criminal you had been assigned to and meet up with the Aza brothers as quickly as possible. However, upon arriving to an island filled with monsters and mutated human-plant creatures, executing said plan turned out to be more troublesome than you expected.

Trudging through the large forest, you spotted a lake in the clearing. Rather than being muddy, murky, and moss-filled, the water was clear and blue. Almost too perfect. But with all the things you had witnessed on this island, the flawless body of water was the least shocking.

You shrugged off your clothes, opting to take a break in your search. After all, there was no hurry. You were sure that they would be fine. If you were able to adapt to the situation then your lover sure would. And assuming the two haven’t been split up, he’d keep his little brother safe just as you had during his absence.

Infiltrating the Asaemon under the guise of brother and sister. You hid him behind your last name so the connection to your troublesome partner wouldn’t be made. So they wouldn’t find out that the only reason you two were there was to save the Bandit King from execution.

You dipped your toes into the cold water before submerging your body completely. You let out a big sigh, the cool lake saving you from your own exhaustion. Even in a forest full of trees and shade, fighting criminals and monsters with the unrelenting sun beating down on you was tiring.

You ducked your head underwater and pushed your wet hair out of your face as you resurfaced. Letting go of all the tension in your body as you floated on your back. Your face, breasts, stomach, and thighs were the only parts of you that were visible to anyone outside the water.

“My, my,” you bit back a smile at the familiar voice, “is this my reward for being such a good protector?”

Opening your eyes you finally saw him for the first time in months. Battered and covered in blood, you figured that he’d been fighting just about every being on this island that he could get his hands on.

“Chobe.” Next to him was Toma, looking at everything but you with a slight blush on his face. The exact opposite of his brother who hungrily eyed you like a predator about to devour its prey accompanied by his devious smile. “Lately it seems like I’m the one who's been doing all the protecting since you had to go and get yourself caught.”

You finally let yourself smile at the man you love. Not able to hide your fondness for long given how long the two of you had been apart. And even though you figured as much, you were relieved to have the visual confirmation that they were okay. “Though it is good to see you.”

“I could make it up to you,” his voice was filled with lust. Toma took that as his cue to give you two space, making up some excuse about patrolling the area. Neither of you paid him any mind. During these past few months, he’d been able to see Chobe while you had to stay away. It was your turn to have him all to yourself. You held out an arm, coaxing him towards you. “Please do.”

He carelessly threw his clothes off as he approached the lake. You smiled at the sight of his semi hard-on, knowing it was all yours. His large hands cupping handfuls of water and wetting his face and hair as he made his way toward you in a sloppy attempt to get rid of the blood, sweat, and dirt.

Inches from your still floating form, the water stopped right above his hips. He reached out to grab your waist and pulled your body towards him. Your hand cascaded through his messy damp hair as he leaned down to kiss you. He was gentle and you felt him exhale through his nose, trying to savor the feeling of your lips against his.

You tugged his braid impatiently. You had been waiting for this for so long, you weren’t in the mood to wait some more. His hands traveled up your back, one just below your shoulders, and the other held the back of your neck. He pressed your upper body against him, kisses becoming more feverish and harsh.

You gently licked his lips a few times hoping he'd get the hint. He did, of course, being the oh-so-adaptable man that he was. Holding your head steady as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, tracing every inch of it with big swipes of his tongue. Occasionally causing your cheek to bulge out. Your skin felt hot despite the fact that you were in cold water.

After he was satisfied with his exploration of your mouth which he had mapped out many times before, you began to rub his tongue. Massaging it with your own. Straining your neck as you leaned up, trying to reach more of his tongue and mesmerizing the taste of his mouth. You whined when he pulled away creating a long spit string between your lips. Chuckling at your reaction he locked his lips with yours one more time, ending the kiss with a soft tug at your bottom lip.

You let out a noise of surprise as he picked you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the edge of the lake. “So needy.”

You scoffed, offended by his smart-ass remark, “Wouldn’t be if you hadn’t left me alone all those months. And that thing down there that's poking my ass says that you’re just as pent up.”

“Maybe,” you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Or maybe you’re just too sexy to resist.”

Setting you down above where the ground dipped, he gently pushed you back onto the soft grass as he sunk to his knees. Now submerged up to his chest in the water, his face was level to your pussy causing a swirl of excitement in the pit of your stomach. He lifted your thighs onto his shoulders, “Don’t worry, I’ll worship you to make up for lost time.”

You strained your neck to look at him. Although you knew he was right here a part of you worried that if you took your eyes off him he’d disappear again. Sensing your tension, Chobe kissed up your thigh, gently kneading the flesh at your hip. “Relax, I ain’t goin' anywhere.”

Letting your head fall back you felt him kiss, bite and suck at each of your thighs. Working you up before diving in. His sharp teeth gently dug into your thigh, cheek practically pressing up against your core, leaving a love bite on your stretch marks before turning his attention to the wet throbbing heat in front of him. He could smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal as he inched closer.

You could feel his warm breath against your cunt, his lips barely brushing against you. You balled your hands up, clenching around nothing, in anticipation. Your jaw dropped when he finally licked a stripe up your pussy.

He gathered up your juices on his tongue, humming in delight. You were perfect. Your scent, your taste, your curves, the softness of your skin. Every inch of you was immaculate and you were his. “I missed eating your sweet cunt.” You let out a breathless laugh as he lapped at your pussy like a starved man, the tip of his tongue flicking at your clit. Your breathing was irregular and quiet moans left your mouth, “Chobe?”

Your body jolted as he hummed in question. The vibration sent sparks through your lower abdomen. “Ooo, fuck.” You reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, subconsciously lifting your hips, trying to ride his tongue. “Can you, uh,” your mind was clouded with pleasure, “Can you use your fingers?” He began tracing circles around your clit with his tongue forcing a whine out of you, “Please.”

“‘Course, princess.” He let go of your thigh, gathering your slick on his fingers as he rubbed around your entrance. His tongue still working on your clit, coaxing that wetness out of you. “Probably tighter than usual since you haven’t had a dick in ya in months.”

“Your fault,” you moaned, feeling his finger slowly slide into your pussy. His hands were so big, just his fingers could leave you satisfied. He curled his finger, hitting that sweet spot as he pumped it in and out of you. Your lower body squirmed and your legs tightened around his head. “Definitely tighter, almost like you're a virgin again.”

“More,” you demanded.

“Sure you can take it?” he teased.

“Mhmm.” You bit down on your lip, feeling a second finger enter you. You felt a slight twinge of pain which was quickly downed out by the stimulation from Chobe sucking on your clit. You already felt so full as he fucked his long fat fingers into you. The friction causing your pussy to make a squelching sound which was driving Chobe up the wall.

His cock ached, begging to be touched, but with how tight you were he knew he couldn't be lackluster with the foreplay. But with the way you were clenching around his fingers, he knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He spread his fingers, working you open and continuing to stimulate your clit.

The electricity in the pit of your stomach was spreading throughout your whole body signaling your incoming orgasm. “Faster,” you choked out. You'd only meant his tongue but he sped up his fingers too. Your hips bucked wildly against him. No thoughts, just focused on cumming. You were so fucking close. You grabbed the back of Chobe’s head with your other hand. Upper back lifting off the ground as both of your hands tugged at his hair, pushing his face into your cunt.

“Fuck!” Your eyes squeezed shut, hips coming to a halt. Chobe slowed down the movement of his tongue, letting you ride out your high with gentle flicks that left your lower body quivering. As your body stabilized and your breathing returned to normal, you released your grip on his hair. “Want your dick.”

He tilted his head with a smile, “You were awfully tight around my fingers. How are we gonna make it fit?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You didn’t want to waste any more time. You wanted him inside you. “Wanna be fucked, now.”

His gaze darkened with lust, lifting your legs off his shoulders. “If you say so.”

As he stood up, your eyes traveled down his wet body stopping at his cock. It stood proud and swollen, the tip was red and oozing precum, aching for some type of friction. You propped yourself up on one of your elbows and reached a hand out to gently grasp the shaft. Chobe groaned, cock twitching at your touch. You smiled softly and pumped your hand a few times. “I missed you too buddy.”

You chose to ignore the fact that your comment definitely went to his head, fueling his already enormous ego. You leaned back and spread your legs, wrapping them around his waist once he got close enough. Although it was already wet from the water, he humped his cock against your pussy, covering it in your cum.

“Ya’know, they kept my hands bound. They only cut them free when I had to eat.” He lined his dick up to your entrance. “Couldn’t even jack off. Though I wouldn't've wanted to if you would’ve just left my fuckin’ mind.” His words gave you butterflies as he slowly pushed his tip in, “Naughty girl, teasin’ me even when yer not around.” Your body tensed from the pain and your hand shot out to grip his arm, “ah!” Chobe just continued to stretch you open, “You're a fucking vixen,” until he was buried balls deep inside you.

You took deep breaths trying to relax your body and ease the pain. All the times you’ve been intimate with him, it was always a struggle adjusting to his massive cock. But this was a whole other level. Even though he was only teasing when he said you felt like a virgin, maybe there was some truth to it. “Feelin’ alright so far?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

His hands rubbed up and down your sides in an attempt to comfort you. “Move a little.” You grabbed his forearms, using them to brace yourself while he slowly pulled out and then plunged back in. He slid his hands up to your breast, gently kneading them, waiting for your next instruction, “Do it again.” He repeated the action, this time a little quicker.

“Again.” The two of you kept at it until you got used to the pressure, Chobe moving his hips just a little faster each time. The pain was starting to subside. “Think I’m ready.”

Chobe nodded. Truthfully, after months of not being able to bury his pent-up frustrations inside you, it took a lot to restrain himself. Especially with the way you were clamping down on him, your warm pussy trying to keep him inside you. He rolled his hips into you, finding a gentle rhythm. Tempted to pick up the pace he reprimanded, don’t get too carried away. Reminding himself that you were still adjusting, nice and slow.

Meanwhile, for you, the pleasure was drowning out the pain. You were dripping with need for him and his thrusts now felt far too gentle. “Harder.” He slammed his hips against yours harshly. Keeping an eye on your expression to make sure you were okay. “Faster!” He accelerated his thrusts, still watching you. Your face relaxed, melting into an expression of pleasure. Brows furrowed and mouth agape, moans falling from your lips.

Determining that you were fine, all caution was thrown out the window. His thrusts became erratic and brutal, hitting you in all the right places. His hand slapped down on your stomach grasping the fat and using it to pull your body to meet the frantic slap of his hips halfway. The action pulled a shocked gasp from you, toes curling as the tip of his cock banged against your nerves. “Please, don’t stop.”

Normally Chobe would’ve teased you for how desperate you were for his cock, most likely ending his sentence with a degrading name or two. But even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was sensitive right now too. Months without any sexual stimulation and now he was deep in your cunt that had tightened up while he was away. He was determined to draw your orgasm out of you before he reached his own.

But it seemed like your body had other plans, squeezing his dick so tight it almost felt like you were trying to strangle it. The forest was filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The taste of you still on his tongue, the smell of your sex getting him higher than any drug could. The sight of his big hand grasping at your tummy fat, using it to manhandle you. The sensations were getting to him.

“Fuck,” he growled, reaching down to rub your clit. You jumped at the contact. Eyes shooting open as you whined, “Chobe, it's sensitive.”

Rather than tell you the truth that he was rapidly approaching his peak, tensing the muscles in his abdomen trying to hold back until he made you cum, he deflected back to you, “Doesn’t it feel good though.”

Trying to swallow down the noises that threatened their way up your throat as he mercilessly stimulated your sensitive bundle of nerves, you choked out, “Don’t want this to end.”

“Don’t worry,” he smirked, still drilling his cock into you, “we get our hands on that elixir and we can do this forever.”

Too fucked out to comprehend that his plan was for you, him, and Toma to take the elixir of life rather than get the pardon. All you understood was the idea of fucking him forever felt like heaven. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Fine.” You finally let yourself go, eyes rolling to the back of your head, body convulsing. Chobe fucked you through it, the grip you had on his cock had him clenching his jaw desperately trying not to cum. As your moans died down and your body went limp, he pulled out. Letting his orgasm take over, he painted your body with his sperm. Shockwaves zapping through his whole body, legs threatening to give out.

He panted, staring down at you as you gathered his cum in your fingers before licking them clean. Humming at the taste, you looked up at him through your lashes, sucking on your cum soaked fingers. He’d never had an orgasm like that, maybe the two of you would have to go months without sex more often. He dismissed the thought immediately, even if you weren’t begging him to fuck you, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist seeing you come undone on his cock.

Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you into the water. “We should get cleaned up and find Toma.”

You smiled and kiss his cheek. "Okay,” you drawled leaning in to peck his lips, “I really did miss you though.”

“I know.” He returned your affection, nuzzling into your neck. “Thanks for waiting for me. Know it probably wasn’t easy.”

Knowing this was as close to emotional as he was gonna get today, you reveled in the moment. Gently washing each other's sore bodies, until his words from earlier finally sunk in. “Wait, you want us to take the elixir of life?”

Stay Away From My Son

A/N: Being the longtime lover of Criminal Minds I am,, I’m making a full fic from a TikTok scene I made lol I had this whole big scenario in mind for it so I decided I’d expand on it here. Have some Team Dad!Hotch and Team Son/Little Brother!Spencer

disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis

Characters: Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jereau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s)

WARNINGS: groping, grinding, spicy content(not smut)(lime? maybe?), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)

As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.

His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.

Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.

Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.

“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.

“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.

“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.

“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.

“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”

“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).

Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.

“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.

Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.

Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.

“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.

“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.

“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.

“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.

“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.

“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.

“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.

“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.

“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”

The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.

“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.

No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.

Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.

“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.

“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.

“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.

“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.

“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.

Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.

“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.

“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.

“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.

“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.

“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.

“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.

They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.

Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.

The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.

“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.

A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”