#//she did like petting his hair tho :) very soft :):):)

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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 in which you and spencer almost say i love you four times and one time where you actually do.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 16+ minors dni!, fem!reader, established relationship, spencer is down bad, so is reader tho, idiots in love, they’re both lowkey rlly hormonal bro, pet names (love, handsome), this one’s a rollercoaster, fluff, angst, lots of suggestiveness because reader likes to tease lol, allusions to smut (didn’t actually write it tho sorry!) fighting, spencer kinda acts like a bitch, makeoutshesh, mentions of reader being insecure of her physical appearance, mentions of typical cm content, mentions of blood, mentions of reader getting hurt, protective!spencer, derek and reader have a cute friendship, lots of mentions of maeve so spoilers on that end, pls let me know if i forgot anything!!!,

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 8.1k (damn)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 so i had many cute loose concepts and i kinda meshed it all into one fic. this is also loosely based on birds of a feather by billie eilish! im in love with this piece ugh

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The first time

“You look different,” Derek mumbled, mostly to himself, but loud enough to catch on. You turned towards his voice. The only thing different was that Hotch had let you come in later than your usual schedule since you had a random doctor's appointment— Oh, and the recently purchased light-blue button up you were wearing.

Your brows furrowed at Derek, one hand adjusting the strap of the purse that hung loosely on your shoulder as a light brown bag sat comfortably in the other. “Different..?”

Emily followed Derek, joining in as she glanced over at you from her own respective desk. “Actually he’s right,”

“I’m wearing a new shirt..?” You fiddled with the first button of your shirt, pursing your lips in bewilderment.

“No—“ Emily squinted at you. “It’s something else..”

Your mouth hung slightly open, not really sure how to respond to their prying eyes. They both were glancing at you, then at each other, then you again, but this time up and down—

“I hope it’s a good difference,” You commented as you waltzed past them and towards your boyfriend's desk. Spencer was hunched over at his desk, eyes practically burning holes into the files that sat in front of him.

His lips were pursed familiarly, just like he always did when he was so concentrated, along with the familiar furrow in his brow. His hair was tousled, a strand or two falling flat in front of his forehead. He looked so good it made you dizzy.

An instinctive smile had already reached your face once you made it to his desk. You leaned over him, slapping the brown bag on top of the files he was reading. He flinched slightly, but nevertheless, was finally pulled out of his deep concentration pool. You placed your palms on his shoulders, running them down his chest as you leaned over to hug him from behind.

You placed a kiss underneath his ear. “Hi handsome,”

He sank in his desk, realizing it was only just you and immediately easing. He hummed placidly, entranced by the sound of your sickeningly sweet voice. You pulled away to which he took the opportunity to glance over his shoulder at you.

You gave him a soft smile, one you used that made his heart soar. How your eyes grew lenient and lips curved gently upwards as you scanned as much of his features as your brain could possibly take in.

You placed both hands on his shoulder and nudged your chin towards the bag. “Brought you your favorite,”

His hands were already on the bag before you could say anything else and when he looked inside he was in fact correct on his suspicions when he saw two chocolate sprinkled doughnuts.

They smelled heavenly and he knew they were enough to cure his very major and very much present sweet tooth he had woken up with this morning. A large uncontrollable smile slapped right onto his face as he opened his mouth. “I—“

He stopped, clamping his mouth shut abruptly.

Thank god. He swallowed those three words that had nearly left his mouth, pushing them right back into the back of his throat before the damage could be done.

It wouldn’t necessarily be the first time this week where he let the confession accidentally slip. He realized that as of recently, he would catch himself with more and more of a necessity to tell you how he felt.

The two of you started seeing each other romantically about six months back. It was completely out of nowhere when he asked you out for the first time. The second— and third, and fourth and continuing times after were more than expected.

It didn’t take much for the two of you to realize how much of an importance the other partook in your day to day basis, even despite being friends for so long prior to the dating.

And everyday he saw you he felt this big tightening in his chest that made it actually impossible for him to breathe. He felt all this pent up emotion that was getting harder for him to manage with every passing day.

It scared him, how much he cared about you. How much he wanted you to be a part of his everyday life and how much he wanted to tell you how it made him feel— how you made him feel.

But that fear was exactly the reason why he’d clamp his mouth shut every single time he felt like he wanted to tell you.

“I—uhm,” He cleared his throat. “Thank you, really I—“

You watched him, titling your head to the side with a prying gaze. “Have I ever told you how amazingly perfect you are?”

You purse your lips, leaning over his shoulder and pretending to be deep in thought. “I’m not sure— I think you’re gonna need to jog up my memory.”

He shook his head, huffing a laugh as you leaned down and pressing a long kiss onto his lips. You hummed in contentment, feeling the fuzziness in your chest reach every nerve in your body.

“Hey,” You pulled away, glaring over at Derek from Spencer’s desk. “Calm your hormones or I’m telling Hotch to hit HR up,”

“Actually hormones aren’t something you can consciously control, they’re a biological response to situations we find—“ Spencer quipped, earning a loud groan from Morgan.

You rolled your eyes, looking down at Spencer and reaching a hand up, running it ploddingly through his thick brown curls. “Are you coming over tonight?”

He nodded. “Yeah,”

“Looking forward to it,” You pecked his lips once more. Before rounding his desk and making a b-line for your own.

Spencer scanned you up and down as you waltzed away, not realizing you were wearing the shirt you bought last weekend. The one that enhanced the beauty of your hair and skin color, mapping a perfect picture he wanted to get lost looking at. He also couldn’t fail to avoid the way the shirt deliciously hugged every curve and bump your body had to offer. And those dress pants—

He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning internally. He then thumped his forehead onto his desk, cheeks blazing with heat, knowing he was more screwed than anyone in this whole building, a lost cause if you will.

As you strutted past Derek and Emily’s desk towards your own, Emily gasped loudly. “I think I finally got it,”

“Yeah, I completely agree with you,” Derek followed. You looked at them both quizzically.

“Could it be?— No,” Emily gasped once again and you immediately noticed that it was fake, alarming you of whatever game they were getting at.

“Yeah, I think it’s finally happened.” Derek leaned back in his chair, clicking his tongue and smirking over at you. “Pretty girl here is in love,”

Your cheeks turned hot, as your eyebrows shot up defensively. “What?”

Derek liked to say the two of you were still in your ‘honeymoon phase’ and you couldn’t disagree with him— it was the most accurate description of your relationship with Spencer.

But saying in love triggered something— physically and emotionally.

“No wonder she looks so different,” Emily tutted. “She’s got that ‘happy in love’ glow to her.”

“Shut up,” You have the strap of your purse on a death grip as you opened your mouth to protest but failed miserably as all the words died in the back of your throat. Thank god Spencer seemed preoccupied with the donut you had just given him.

“I’m—“ You shuffled, slapping yourself internally. Way to give it away. “You guys need to find a better hobby.”

And with blazing cheeks, a dry throat and a concerning pattering heart blaring against your throat, you stalked your way back to your desk.

The second time

“But that isn’t fair Spencer!” You groaned, gripping your bag as if your life depended on it. “You can’t expect to save everyone and then blame yourself when it doesn’t go well,”

There had been a sensitive case today, clearly an unsuccessful one. Spencer, like usual, jumped at the first opportunity to start blaming himself— for not being quicker, for not being smarter.. Whatever reason he could nitpick at, he was currently doing so.

You tore your purse off your body and tossed it into a small basket by your front door. You roughly tore your heels off, slightly relieved at the feeling off the palms of your feet on the wooden floor.

“There were flaws in the profile— flaws in the geographical profile,” He huffed, frustrated, filling every fiber of his words. He tore his satchel off his body, grabbing his files from it prior and slapping them onto your coffee table. “We couldn’t even correctly pinpoint the Unsubs M.O before he started sadistically killing again, we couldn’t—“

You felt for him, you truly did. Spencer was one of the most kind hearted, considerate people you knew, but that came with a lot of self-demands. He had to be everything at once, and be there for everyone at once and if he didn’t reach the bar he’d set up for himself, this would happen.

He pushed past you and towards your kitchen. “Spence, we aren’t going to solve every case, no matter how good our work may be.”

“You think I don’t know that? The average percent of homicides cleared or "solved" is 60 to 65 but around 35 to 40 percent go unsolved.” You opened your fridge, grabbing a pitcher of water and grabbing a glass from your cabinet as you listened to Spencer.

“35 to 40 percent, do you know how high that is?!” He stressed. You realized his irritation was heavy because he was reaching his peak of rambling.

Spencer just couldn’t stand when things like this happened. When people did horrible things and got the luxury of roaming free— he couldn’t help but feel like he was at fault for that. If he was just quicker, or smarter maybe they would’ve caught whatever bastard was terrorizing people.

“I know you know that!” You huffed a breath of frustration. “But that’s the way this job works Spence!”

“What would you know about how this job works?” He turned, hot on his heels, facing you with an indescribable exasperation pooling around his eyes.

You stopped in your tracks, looking up at him sharply and setting the still empty glass of water and pitcher back onto the table “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His eyes were deeply upset— cold and hard and so much different from the soft and welcoming gaze of your partner. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about being a profiler. You joined the team around three years after the rest of us.”

You stared at him with incredulity. When in a relationship with somebody, as well as learning all of their admirable virtues, you also learn their defects. And one of Spencer’s defects was that he had no filter whatsoever when he got angry. He just said the first thing that came to mind and spit it out and towards whichever person was unlucky enough to fall victim.

Not that the two of you fought often because you quite literally never did— but you’d see him pissed at people and his petty side sometimes felt the need to make an appearance.

You, however, had never had to experience this firsthand. You’d seen it happen at work, with JJ, with Derek, with the press. But two of you had never spoken to each other the way you were doing now. And if he thought you were gonna let him slide, he’s got another thing coming.

“What about Rossi?” You challenged as you crossed your arms across your chest. “I was accepted into the team just months after he was, you’re gonna tell him he wouldn’t know the first thing about being a profiler?”

“That’s different—“

“How?” Your veins were pumping with adrenaline. Your fingers shook violently, and the back of your throat suddenly burned with the need to cry. “I had jobs before getting called into the BAU, and I busted my ass off in college—“

“It’s not the same!” He spat. “You had never worked with the team before, it took you months to learn how we processed things, how we handled them.”

You could visually see Spencer bite down on his tongue only now attempting to reel himself down back to earth. And if you didn’t know him better, you wouldn’t be able to recognize the identifiable regret that appeared in his eyes while you continued on.

“And who are you to hold that against me Spencer?”

He swallowed thickly and let out a heavy sigh. You ran a frustrated hand through your curled hair. “All i’m saying is that—“

“I know what this job is like, which is why I’m telling you to get out of your goddamn head.” You didn’t scream at him, but there was a firmness in your voice that could scare practically anyone off.

“The things that have happened, happened today or will happen are never going to be in our control,” You told him. “Never.”

“Just because you’re angry and pissed does not give you a free card to attack me,” You slammed the glass cup onto the counter and pushed past him, making your way out of the kitchen. Spencer didn’t follow you to your room, he knew it wasn’t a smart idea.

So as your bedroom door slammed shut, he stalked over to your couch, opening up the paper files onto your coffee table, and rerunning them once again. He wasn’t able to concentrate at all though, knowing you were in the other room tossed in bed and probably crying because of him.

A few long hours later, Spencer closed his files and looked over towards your door. There had been no noise emitted whatsoever from your room, which he wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

He felt like an idiot. Presumably so, he was so stupid for just lashing out like that on you. Your intentions were never ill intended, yet he still pushed you away and he hated himself for that.

He stood up, making his way into your kitchen and grabbing the empty glass. He poured some water into it and went over to your door.

You were lying down, blankets wrapped around you protectively as your back faced him. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling the endearment tighten in his chest.

You stirred in your sleep as the bed sunk beside you, groaning softly. Spencer hovered over you, setting down the glass of water on the nightstand beside your head.

“Hey,” His voice was very soft, maybe even enough to send you back into the nap you were in— until you remembered what had happened earlier and thought that maybe talking to him was a better idea.

Your eyes burned and your head hurt. You sniffed away the buildup that the crying had caused. You then blinked away the grogginess from your eyes, along with the slight burning sensation due to the tears you had shed earlier. “Hey,”

Your sleepy voice was enough to send Spencer into a whirlwind. It tugged at the strings of his heart and all he wanted to do right now was grab you in his arms and hold you there forever.

He laid on his side beside you, running a soft hand across your arm with the encouragement for you to turn around and face him.

A slight sense of anxiety was coursing through him. He was scared that a part of you was still mad at the way he spoke to you, and the worst part was that he couldn’t blame you, because he had in fact acted like an idiot.

You blinked up at him from over your shoulder. “What time is it?”

“Around nine?” You hummed, flipping on your side and turning to face him. Spencer slapped at the nerves inside him and shifted slightly in his position.

“Hey,” He reached his hand over to yours and intertwined his fingers with your own. “Were you crying?”

“Yeah,” His tone hadn’t been patronizing or ridicule intended, it was more so concerned. You reached up to rub your eye.“You were pretty fucking mean.”

Spencer wanted to kick himself. Truly. There wasn’t anything else to say but how utterly stupid he had been for causing you any type of harm when his main promise was to prevent you from any of it.

“You should drink some water,” He lifted himself up by his elbow, hovering over you again and reaching for the glass.

“I’m not thirsty,” You mumbled, snuggling closer into your pillow.

“You should still drink love, you haven’t had a single drop of water since we got here and you’re probably dehydrated,” You didn’t look at him. “I added those watermelon electrolytes you like so much.”

You peered at the glass, suddenly feeling deathly thirsty. With a huff, you reached for the glass. “Fine,”

You downed the whole drink in a matter of seconds, melting at the taste of the sweet watermelon tartness on your tongue. Once you finished the glass, you handed it back to Spencer who set it on the opposite nightstand.

“Can we talk?” You nodded. “I’m sorry,”

You looked up at him, opting him to continue. “I shouldn’t have snapped the way I did. You were trying to help me, and by attempting to push you away I said stuff I really, really shouldn’t have and I’m so sorry,”

With a few seconds of silence, you reached down, intertwining both of your hands. Your thumb glided over his knuckles as you listened to him.

You mumbled. “It’s okay Spence,”

He shook his head. “It’s not, honestly. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did.”

Yeah, good point.

“I know,” You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “But you said that you're sorry and next time we’ll learn how to manage these things a little more efficiently.”

You quickly pulled his arm over your body and scooted forward, too tired to dwell in an emotionally exhausting conversation, nuzzling your face into his neck while his arms instinctively tightened around your frame. “We’ll get the hang of this, okay?”

There was silence after that. One that could’ve been filled by anything, honestly.

Those three words were all you wanted to say right then and there. It had been on your mind a lot recently, how Spencer was making you feel a ton of scary and big and complicated feelings— all amazing but terrifying. And those three words felt the most accurate when it came to telling him how you felt about him.

You really wanted to tell him at that moment. You don’t know where the necessity came from but it hit you like a tidal wave. Strong and capricious. Uncontrollable almost.

But then the fear settled in and you’d obstruct yourself from doing so.

So you didn’t say it, even though you may have wanted to.

Instead you just held him tighter and nuzzled into him as close as you physically could, hoping that somehow the message would get across. He placed a kiss onto the crown of your head. “Okay.”

The third time

You smiled into the kiss, tugging at his hair as you leaned back, supporting yourself solely on his grip around your lower back. Your legs rested on either side of him, sitting in his lap while his hands raked across your back in a way that made you feverish.

His lips moved swiftly across yours. He squeezed your hips, fingertips slipping just slightly underneath your shirt. You shivered at the contrast of his cold fingertips against your blazing skin. Spencer pulled away, voice breathy. “Is this okay..?”

“Yes,” You whispered back before pulling him onto your lips again.

Your relationship with Spencer was something that made your heart feel so light and airy— something so pure and easy. It made you grow dizzy just thinking about his hands on you and all the sweet things he’d whisper in your ear constantly. How he was always so considerate and sweet and perfect.

You were staying the night at Spencer’s apartment, too tired to drive back to your own apartment after work. But some things lead to others and well— yeah.

When having to restrain so much physical contact at work, strictly wanting to remain as professional as possible, you could merely blame yourself for needing him like this once back at eithers apartment.

You hummed against his lips, raking your hands slowly through his hair. The kissing hadn’t stopped for the past half hour or so— honestly you lost track of time.

Spencer pulled away breathlessly and placed a few messy but calculated kisses on your jaw and neck. You smiled almost stupidly. He pulled away, looking at your dozy face and feeling his chest tighten.

Your lips were slightly pinker than usual, and puffier. Your hair was just slightly tousled while your cheeks glowed a beautiful red hue. Your fingers remained tangled in the locks of his curls.

“You look pretty,” He was saying that as if it was another one of his scientifically proven facts, as if no one could say or believe otherwise. You tucked a small curl that had slipped onto the side of his face behind his ear, humming passingly. However, you never found his eyes, only focusing now on the curls that sat comfortably framing his face.

Spencer’s eyes narrowed, fiddling with the hem of your loose shirt. “You do that often,”

You look down at him, questioning him with a hum. “Do what?”

“Overlook the things I say when I compliment you,” He remarked. “Like you don’t believe me.”

You still didn’t move your attention from his curls. You didn’t believe him most of the time.

You weren’t an insecure person, not entirely anyways. You put a lot of focus on your physical appearance, always maintaining your clean look intact to the public eye. To many, you were considered extremely attractive. But unlike popular belief, you had many insecurities that you always tried to overlook. Sometimes it was hard though.

It was just hard for you to understand how he saw you so perfectly, like you had not a single flaw. ‘Beautiful’ and ‘breathtaking’, just like he always says when he sees you at work or back at your apartments. How he’s able to litter you with a million compliments

“I don’t overlook your compliments,” You let out an airy laugh, pulling back slightly to look at him properly, hands resting on his shoulders.

“Yes, you do.”

“I don’t..!” You laughed, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a long kiss. He drew away, only by a few centimeters, desperately trying to get his point across because god forbid Spencer keep his thoughts to himself.

“You’re deflecting,” He whispered over your lips before you laid another feather-like kiss into his lips. You hummed dismissively, assuring him that you weren’t avoiding anything.

But god, if you didn’t stop kissing him so softly and so painfully slowly, if you didn’t stop shifting around on his lap the way you were and if you didn’t stop your hands from wandering their way across his shoulders and chest— he was going to have a hard time remaining composed.

“You’re—“ A kiss.

“trying to—“ Another kiss.

“distract me,” It was as if you were a magnet he was so desperately trying to detach himself from, but failing miserably. Gravity itself pulled him towards you, he couldn’t help nor control it. He couldn’t blame himself either.

“Is it working?” You whispered, voice dangerously close to a taunt. Your hands began fiddling with the buttons of his dress shirt, popping the first two undone.

Spencer found himself growing dizzy as his hands dug into your hips. “Unfortunately,”

You kissed his jaw, and Spencer let out a stifled groan. With the willpower of the gods themselves, he reached up and grabbed your hands into his own, stopping their mission at undoing his shirts buttons. You pouted with a glare, pulling away from him as his thumb gilded affectionately across your knuckles.

“So wait,” You pulled back. “Is this your way of saying you don’t want to sleep with me.?”

Spencer choked. “What?— No!”

Spencer groaned as you stifled a giggle. Oh, how you loved teasing and getting him all flustered. “That’s not— No.”

You tilted your head. His hands rested on your hips, as he sighed looking up at you. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

You blushed. “You tell me often,”

“I know you’re beautiful,” He shook his head and sat up, trailing his hands across your back. “Do you?”

“People tell me often,” You smirked and when he glared at you all you could do was kiss it off him. “But I only like hearing it from you,”

“I asked you something,” He let out.

“Sort of,” You admitted meekly, finally responding to his question. His hands came back to the hem of your t-shirt, tugging at it as his lips found yours again.

“You’re probably the most beautiful person I know,” He whispered above your lips matter of factly.

“Probably..?”

“Definitely,” His hands gripped at the plush flesh of your hips in a way that was making you want to fall to the ground and melt into a puddle of goop. It was so gentle yet there was a specific urgency to it.

He pulled away, kissing your cheek immediately after. “You’re also so smart and kind,”

He kisses traveled across your cheek, to your temple, towards your jaw and that damn spot on your neck that he knew drove you crazy. All while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your witt was slowly melting away with any trace of self control you had left in you as you closed your eyes, arching yourself into his addictive touch. ”And funny,”

“Spence..” You warned.

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” He looked back at you, reaching up and cupping your cheek in his hand. “I—“

His words failed him as they whipped all the way back into his throat, daring not to leave his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to say it, there wasn’t anything else he wanted to say to you, because no matter how much he’d wash you in compliments, those three words were the closest thing to allowing you to understand just how much you truly meant to him— hell, it didn’t even feel like enough sometimes.

And that scared the shit out of him.

Which is why he quickly thought of the closest thing to those three words and spat them out, avoiding any growing suspicions. “I love the way you make me feel.”

You weren’t gonna lie, the first two words had gotten your hopes up in ways that were too pathetic to admit out loud. But his words had other intentions, so it seems, and you had to force yourself from slouching your shoulders foward in disappointment.

Beside, it’s not like the things he was saying weren’t causing a wonderful heat to pool in the pit of your stomach— and among other places.

You watched him, for a second or two, trying to maybe tell him with your eyes what you couldn’t tell him with your words. But it still wasn’t enough, and if you didn’t release the neediness that was starting to take shape within you, you'd quite literally explode.

You tangled your fingers within his hair and pulled his mouth onto yours in a steady but desperate kiss. He responded pretty well, given since his hands found your waist instantly and tugged them towards himself in a feverish manner.

He began pulling at the bottom of your shirt, signaling he needed it off of you and pulled away, whispering breathlessly. “Can I?—“

“Please.”

The fourth time

“Ouch,” You hissed as Morgan dabbed a piece of gauze onto the now stitched up cut on your head. “Are you trying to give me another concussion?”

Derek deadpanned at you, slightly relieved that you still found the energy to pick on him after being whacked in the back of the head with a pipe by the Unsub.

The team was searching for a local Serial Killer that targeted young women around the area, per usual. You and Morgan were put in charge of entering the Unsubs apartment since Garcia had been able to track it down while you and Morgan were on call.

It wasn’t anything past ordinary. This was your job, you had done this more than a thousand times before— much less carelessly and it wasn’t like you to be so careless. But sometimes you get so comfortable and cocky with your job that you forget about the actual risks of it.

Eventually that cockiness would have turned around and bit you in the ass.

When you and Morgan busted down the door, guns in hand, you split up, each directioning yourselves into different rooms of the apartment— in hindsight that was a horrible idea.

When you walked into what seemed to be an empty room, you stupidly failed to check the back of the door. Which was why a second later, when you opened your mouth to inform Morgan that the room was clear, something solid and cold wacked you across the back of the head, knocking you out unconscious.

You weren’t aware of what happened after that, given how the blunt force had knocked you out profusely and you really couldn't recall anything prior to the attack when you regained consciousness. All you knew is that you were alive and the Unsub had been caught, which was all that mattered honestly.

Derek was now wallowing in the self inflicted guilt of not knowing better. But to be completely fair, you didn’t know better either— you were as much to blame as he was.

But Derek was convincing himself that because of his lack of observation, you had ended up with a concussion, six stitches and a bruised cheekbone.

“Derek—” You pleaded, watching him dump the ice pack onto the counter of the back of the ambulance with an angry toss.

All he was doing right now was huffing in anger. “Come on,”

He turned to look down at you. Shot him a stiff thumbs up and a smile, signaling that you were more than okay. Sure, your head was throbbing, but you weren’t dying.

“Stop doing that,” You rolled your eyes and squashed your eyes shut, attempting to relieve your headache.

“Doing what?”

“The sulking,”

“I’m not sulking,” Derek scoffed. Now it was your turn to deadpan him. He opened his mouth, intending to jump instantly to his defense.

“Where is she?” A panicked voice from the depths of the crowd caused you to grimace, immediately recognizing it to be Spencer’s. Derek suddenly felt dread when realizing he now had to face him.

Spencer could be rather ardent when it came to you and your safety— you knew you were fine, but having to convince Spencer that you were fine as well was a tougher job.

Spencer pushed through the vast amounts of people, finally breaking through the last line of them and finding you sitting placidly in the back of the ambulance. The panic Spencer felt coursing within him was something he wished upon no one.

When Hotch told the team that you were down, Spencer couldn’t help but freak out. He hid it well, knowing he had to stay focused on the case, but god was he slowly crashing. His usual sharp intellect was fogged, and he couldn’t concentrate on anything but your wellbeing. His head was flooded with questions and worries and he needed to know that you were okay.

He strided over to you, quickly crouching and taking your cold hands into his own. His distressed eyes flew all over your face, scanning it as his hand came up to cup your cheek. His thumb gilded gently over your bruise and the deep furrow in his brows was enough to tell you that his mind was going haywire.

“Hey you,” You said, humor glistening your tone while smiling sweetly and oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Spencer forced a weak smile to spread across his own face.

“Hey,” He cooed. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine actually,”

Spencer straightened himself out, turning to Derek. “What did the paramedics say?”

“They gave her six stitches for the superficial cut on the crown of her head and some ice for the bruised cheekbone,” He crossed his arms. “They say it’s probable she has a concussion.”

Spencer felt his blood run cold. “A concussion?!”

You could tell Spencer was trying his hardest to remain calm. It was evident in the deep breaths he was taking and the tapping of his fingers against the side of his leg. He was doing a horrible job at it though, although you wouldn’t tell him that because he’d just freak out some more. His voice was getting all pitchy and his shoulders shook feebly. He sucked in a deeper breath, closing his eyes and attempting to regain his composure.

“Spencer,” You didn’t need him panicking more than he already was. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, probably to scold you or maybe even defend himself, Hotch's stoic voice cut through.

“We need to deliver a statement. Morgan, Reid,”

Spencer looked down at you. But you pushed him to head over to wherever your chief needed him to be. “Go. You can—“

“Hotch, I’m going to stay,” He told the chief, almost finally.

“For the first 24 hours after the injury, it’s important for someone to stay with her to keep an eye out for any new symptoms that develop.”

You clamped your mouth shut and looked at Hotch, who remained neutral watching the two of you. You offered him a shrug, and the two of you knew there was no getting through to him. Hotch hesitated momentarily, but knew Spencer would be more of use if he wasn’t with him worrying about you.

Spencer was as smart as they came but god could he be stubborn.

With a final nod from Hotch, he and Morgan pushed through the group of press. You followed Spencer’s movements with a sweet smile glued onto your face. He sat next to you, close enough so that you could feel the side of his thigh warm against yours.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked again, voice small, worrying that if he spoke too harshly or too loudly it would hurt you further.

“Surprisingly good for someone who was smacked in the back of the head with a metal pole,” You shrugged indifferently. Spencer, however, did not find your humor amusing.

“How sleepy are you on a scale from one to ten?” He asked urgently. You pulled back, pursing your lips quizzically.

“Like three? I slept like shit last night—”

“How about your neck? Does it feel stiff?” His hands reached up, cupping the sides of your neck as his thumbs traced your jaw.

“No,”

“Are you unable to move any part of your body?” His questions were spewing out of him uncontrollably, and it was getting hard for you to keep up.

“I don’t—“

“What about your pupils? Did the paramedics check them?”

“Spence,” You whined, slumping your shoulders forward while your face still rested in his hands. “The bright lights and harsh noises are giving me slight headaches, but that’s it.”

He stared at you. Long and hard, he just looked at you and wondered what he wanted to say out of all the things swirling around in his head.

“What were you thinking?” He asked finally. You stared at him and his eyes hard with annoyance, but still shining an amount of concern. His voice was barely above a whisper. You let your shoulders fall, licking your bottom lip.

You reached up, grabbing his hands steadily from your face and lacing your fingers with his. “We weren’t,”

“We jumped in head first and didn’t think coherently,” His frustration was rational, but to a certain extent. You really wanted to validate his concern, but he was not allowed to get mad at you. “Spencer.”

As you called his name firmly, he only looked away, jaw and shoulders tense and constricted. You sat there, silently waiting for him to react however it is he needed to in order to process.

“I should’ve gone with you, I should’ve—” His head ducked low. His voice was full of frustration, at himself mostly. It didn’t have to be because this was not something he could have prevented.

“Spencer,“ You gave his hands a firm squeeze and tugged on them slightly. “What did we talk about when it came to personal prevention?“

He remained silent. “I’m serious, there isn’t anything we could’ve done to prevent this.”

Spencer couldn't call to mind the last time he had felt this strongly about someone. Maybe Maeve, but he knew deep down it wasn’t the same. He was almost positive he really hadn’t ever felt this way about someone— he’d been in love, but never like this.

Your entire existence ameriolated his entire being. There wasn’t a moment in the day where he didn’t think of you, where he didn’t wonder what you would think of things, where he wasn’t excited to see you every morning for work. A life without you didn’t exist to him anymore— he didn’t want it too.

That could be the main basis as to why Spencer felt so implausibly terrified at the idea of losing you.

His hand left yours, replacing it with a cold emptiness. His free hand flew up to his eyes urgently, pinching them simultaneously to get rid of the minor tears that had welled upon them. He ducked his head low, not wanting you to notice that he had started tearing up.

Immediately, your whole face softened at the realization that he was crying. It tugged on the strings that held your heart up and made your stomach churn in the worst way possible. “Spence…”

Seeing him cry, possibly because of the fear of losing you, made you feel— funny. It gave you this airy feeling in your head that caused you to feel lightheaded and filled your chest with blithe. You weren’t sure if it was your concussion or the affection you felt towards Spencer that made you feel this way.

You smiled meekly, fondness across every one of your features. Spencer cleared his throat and spoke, voice wobbly and unsteady. He sat up, trying to recollect himself. “Sorry, I— I don’t know what i’m crying for—”

You looked into his eyes, eyebrows swooped downwards. At that second a million thoughts ran through your head, but only those three freaking worlds were the only ones that felt adequate enough to say in that moment.

“I—“ You started.

It was right there. It sat in the back of your throat irksomely. You were ready to jump off the edge, to slip into the abyss— to say those words that you’ve been holding off for the past weeks, months even. Spencer watched you, simultaneously growing nervous because he could tell by the way you swallowed thickly that you were about to say something.

“I think I’m seeing double,” You opted. Just the way his eyes blew wide was enough to make you giggle.

Next time.

“What do you mean?! Like actually double or are you—“ His voice died down at the sound of your snort and soon enough you began laughing. He blinked a few times before he glared at you.

“That is not funny.” It irked him massively how you had the capacity to always joke when he wasn’t at all in the mood to. But it also unraveled the itching anxiety that had grown in his chest and replaced it with a deep affection that surged throughout him entirely as he watched you laugh. “I’m serious.”

“Did you know that you look so cute when you’re mad?” Your hands reached up, cradling his face in your palms. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

When you pulled away his frown was still present. The pads of your thumbs rested on both corners of his lips, pushing them upwards and creating a makeshift smile.

“I’ll let you baby me these next few days all you want,” Your voice was soft and sweet, making his head spin as you hovered your lips over his, placing another slow kiss there. “But right now, I’m promising you that I am fine, okay?”

His jaw clenched, eyes flying down to avoid your prying one’s. “Spence.”

You were saying his name one too many times that he was finding it increasingly hard to compose himself. He glanced up at you, nodding weakly. “Okay.”

The fifth time

You leaned forward in the mirror of Spencer bathroom, poking at the scarring on the crown of your head. “It feels weird,”

“It’s scarring tissue, it’ll feel weird for a bit, love” He watched you silently from his seat on the edge of his bed.

“Do you think it’ll leave a scar?” You mumbled, voice tight with concern. “The bruising on my cheek is fading but god help me, if this leaves a weird bump on my head I’ll physically seek this psycho out in jail and give him his own bump to worry about,”

Spencer stopped himself from laughing, finding your pouting adorable.

“After an injury, the inflammatory process signals fibroblasts to lay down new, protective tissue in the form of scars,” Spencer quipped. “But it won’t be noticeable since it’s hidden underneath the rest of your hair.”

You huffed, poking at the bruise on your cheekbone and admitting. “It’s hard to feel pretty when I’m all busted up.”

“You always look pretty,” You continued to poke at your cheekbone to which Spencer stood up, walking into the bathroom and planting himself behind you.

“Stop poking at it like that,” He scolded, reaching behind you and grabbing your wrist. You focused on your face, huffing a breath of frustration.

This past week has been utter hell for Spencer. A newfound persistent anxiety managed to find him after your injury and sink its teeth into him, claiming him victim. You've been staying with him since your concussion, ensuring him that you were safe, but he noticed he’d grown more vigilant to his surroundings when he was at work, more possessive when it came to you and your wellbeing and more conscientious.

You didn’t obtrude, since you understood it was a perfectly normal reaction for him to have.

But he hated it. He hated this clawing anxiety he was having. He hated having the persistent fear of losing you. He tried to decipher whether it truly was all related to the recent events or if there was something deeper. But he knew for sure that the thought of you getting hurt was making him sick to his stomach.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You grabbed his arms, rubbing soft circles onto it with the soft pads of your thumb.

“Bruises make me feel ugly,” You miffed. “Except the ones you give me, I love those,”

Spencer looked up from your neck, catching your gaze and watching your mischievous smile lighten up through the mirror as he cocked a brow at you. You giggled out a laugh.

Spencer zoned out. He just looked at you, watching your pretty eyes latch onto his through the mirror, seeing your body safe and warm and alive in his arms. His throat tightened and as much as he hated it, his mind immediately thought of Maeve.

Not because he was comparing, of course not. He could never— the two of you meant very different things to him and they were very different relationships.

But he could remember how he wasn’t able to tell Maeve that he loved her— he wasn’t given the chance.

And it made him think about your recent accident, and all the times he'd been stopping himself from telling you. Fear, worry— whatever it was, he had been stopping himself time after time from telling you how he felt.

The thought of him losing you before he could ever tell you how he truly feels is something that made him want to throw up.

“Hotch said I could go back to work on Monday,”

“I love you.”

He said it because he could, he said it because he meant it, and he said it because he didn’t want to live a second longer without you knowing how he felt despite its reciprocity.

He won’t ever forget the way your face just fell. Just stopped moving, mouth hanging open and eyebrows shooting upwards. How your mind just went blank. God, his heart was in his throat and your silence wasn’t helping.

“What did you just say?” You asked, mostly in disbelief— entirely in disbelief.

“I love you.” He’d repeat it for you as many times as you wanted him too. He’d do anything for you.

You turned and his grip around you loosened. Now facing him, your eyes shot around every fraction of his face to determine that this wasn’t a lie or a joke or something cruel he was planning.

“Say that again,”

“I love you.”

And it definitely wasn’t.

You pushed yourself onto the tip of your toes, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a suffocating kiss. One that was desperate, and urgent and full of passion and all over the place.

He pushed you against the marble counter, quickly hoisting you up onto the cold tile as your mouth moved along his perfectly. Your hands dug themselves into his hair, your legs wrapped around his waist, tugged at his body, pulling him impossibly closer to your own.

He pulled away breathing over your lips. “I love you,”

He kissed you again before pulling away and whispering once again. “I’m in love with you.”

He rested his forehead onto you, reaching up and tangling his hands in your hair. The two of you heaved. Your chest was hammering against your rib cages, the oxygen wasn’t fully reaching your head or lungs and you were pretty sure you were going to faint. It was too much. “You are?”

You both peered your eyes open, looking at each other deeply. He whispered, voice crackling slightly. “How could I not?”

You kissed him, this time slowly and softly, wanting to show him how much you loved him back— needing to tell him how much you loved him back.

“I love you,” You said, wavering an unsteady laugh. He opened his eyes and pulled away, looking at you and infatuated with every part of your existence.

“Really?”

“Spencer..!” Your voice cracked in a protest, ludicrously referring to such a stupid assumption— you’d love him till the day you died. You pulled him closer. “It is physically impossible for me not to love you. Don’t act so surprised.”

He smiled. A big, wide and stupid smile that probably made him look like a kid on christmas morning. He kissed your forehead. “You have no idea how much of a relief it is to say it.”

You perched up, hands falling onto his chest. “How long have you wanted to say it?”

He cringed bashfully, letting his hands fall to your waist as he shook his head shamefully. “Too long,”

“Well that makes two of us then,” You leaned forward, placing a relaxed kiss on his jaw. “Was there a point you realized?”

He shook his head. He’s pretty sure that after a month of going out on dates and seeing you consecutively outside and inside of work, he knew he’d fall in love with you. How could he not? “My breaking point, however, was the day you were wearing your new shirt,”

He kissed your neck, giving your hips a tight squeeze. “Which by the way, looked absolutely incredible on you,”

“Is that so?” You mumbled, lips curving up in a smirk.

“I love how it looked on you,” He admitted. “I love you.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that,”

“I’m never going to get tired of saying it,” He responded. “When did you realize?”

“It was either that time after our first big fight or on that night on the couch when we,” You shot him a sneaky look, to which his cheeks turned pink, recalling the events of that night. You shrugged. “You know.”

You were going to be the literal death of him.

He kissed your jaw twice more. He loved you and you loved him. It seemed like something too good to be true. “I think I’m going to need you to jog up my memory,”

You giggled at the reference, heart doubling in size at the amount of affection you were feeling towards him at that moment. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, emitting a loud shriek followed by a string of laughter as he hoisted you up and carried you over to his bed.

[marilynthornhilllover]

Hi beautiful human

I would love to request Agatha Harkness using a magic strap with reader and reader whispers  to Aggs “Shit, right there, please!!” and Agatha can’t control herself

A poisonous butterfly

Agatha harkness x Fem!reader

Warning: smut!, talk of public sex, mommy kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, magic strap, slight overstiumlation, rough sex, clitoral play, pet names, soft to mean Agatha, slight fluff, cunniligus, breast play, indecent language, slight aftercare etc.

A/n: I am so sorry this fic took 1,000 years to be written 😭🤍 hope you enjoy tho😉

It was you and Agatha's one year wedding anniversary and you thought that there was no better way to celebrate it than with your parents who you haven't seen in a very long time. You both had planned a small night out at an open back beach restaurant with a beautiful paddock with a breathtaking sea view and amazing food.

You dressed in a short skin tight red dress with and open back with your favorite pair of heels that Agatha had gotten you for your birthday the year before. She wore her normal attire — black suit with high heels. Her hair was blown out and she styled it in a quite clean messy bun that made her look so damn sexy.

You couldn't deny that it turned you on, especially with her glasses. She looked delicious. You stared at her through the mirror as she carefully put on her jewelry and checked herself out. You just couldn't stop staring, maybe you wanted her for dinner instead. You bit your lips and tried to limit your freaky thoughts before you chew off more than you can swallow and end up being late for dinner.

Agatha was not the kind to rush things nor did she like to be interrupted. She was the sweetest and kindest person you ever met. That's why you married her. She took her time with you, she treated you well, she never yelled at you, she made sure you got what you wanted — even if it meant being a passenger princess.

You loved her for a lot more than that. Man can she give the best head. She makes you feel things that you honestly thought were impossible to feel. Everytime you both made love, especially with her magic strap she'd always be so careful and so polite. Asking if you were ok or if you wanted her to stop, to the point where she even created a safe word with you.

You loved Agatha very much and cared for her with every bone in you. And your parents completely supported you, it was only your dad that had doubts wherein if she could treat you the way a man would — fuck you the way a man would. You paid no attention to him because you knew Agatha well, especially the one who makes your eyes roll to the point where you see stars.

" you like what you see darling?" She asked in a seductive voice as she winked at you through the mirror. You could smell the trouble from far away and that smirk on her face was making you even wetter that you already were.

" Oh behave, we need to leave now or we'll be late" you said picking up your purse and phone. Agatha turned around and walked up to you from behind, wrapping her arms around your waist she placed her face in the crook of your neck.

" I'll tell them I was busy trying to put a baby in you" she husked, her voice raspy and thick sending a cold shiver down your spine. Agatha chuckled as she released you and continued her finishing touches of getting ready. You cleared your throat and left the room feeling rather hot and steamy. You waited in the car until she was finished then you both hit the road.

She played her favorite Playlist that included a few lana del rey songs — how iconic of her. God she was the hottest thing alive, you craved her like a drug. Your mind drifted to a few potential things that could happen after the dinner, perhaps soft sex or rough. You flashed back on the times she'd fuck you senseless, the way she'd make you scream her name, her skilled fingers in you that never failed to make you cum.

Your pretty certain that she even still has a few scratch scars on her back from time and time before. You bit your nails and squeezed your thighs. You sighed and forced yourself to snap out of your nasty fantasy world before your parents think otherwise when you arrive all sweaty and nervous.

Agatha parked and you both got out and entered the restaurant, the sea air immediately making you feel more calm and the smell it's salty depths makes you feel so much more relaxed and afresh. Your parents waved you both over with warm smiles and you all hugged and greeted eachother before taking your seats.

Your mom was very keen to see you while your dad on the other hand looked at you miserably, eyeing Agatha then you. Your eyebrows quirked at him and he shrugged his shoulders. You immediately pretend to look at the menu when Agatha looks up, not wanting her to assume something was wrong when it wasn't. Your dad was supportive of you and agatha's relationship but again of course, she wasn't a man, and in his world will never pleasure you like one.

And maybe her wearing a suit tonight made him more pissed off. You all ordered your foods and had a bit of a chat while you waited for it to arrive, catching up on old stuff.

" Agatha mind I say you look absolutely spectacular tonight, no wonder y/n has a thing for you" your mom says, throwing a wink your way, Agatha laughs and you gently caress her hand blushing your cheeks away.

" we're wearing the same thing...." your dad grumbles sarcastically, and everyone turns to look his way. You could see Agatha look down rolling her eyes and scoffing and your mom hitting your dad's thigh under the lady as she widens her eyes in a warning way. There was an uncomfortable wave of silence and the tension only became thicker as time went on. You cleared your throat and your mom speaks up again.

" so my dear how's your sex life?" This time it's your eyes that widen and Agatha looks as if she's about to lose it slowly. Your dad chuckles and looks towards you.

" What's with the face y/n? She has a right to ask, her daughters married to a woman" your mom quickly turns to your dad and hits his chest.

" will you stop!" She whispered under her breath through gritted teeth. You swallow nervously and Agatha just sips on her water. The food arrives and everyone stays silent and just eats, but you absolutely lost your appetite. You notice your dad looking at two couple across the room as the secretly made their way into the bathroom.

You sighed and looked away.

" see y/n, a man, gone to make his woman feel good" before he can properly finish his sentence Agatha slams her hand down on the table causing it to make the plates move with a loud noise. Your mom kept her head bowed and your dad looked flabbergasted. Some of the waiters had stopped walking and had turned to look at the commotion and as did the rest of the restaurant.

Agatha looks around at everyone and then down at you. You can see her eyes soften a little by looking at you before her gaze returned to your dad. If looks could kill he'd be dead because she was staring daggers at him. She didn't wanna cause a scene so she quietly addressed the matter as she began to stand anf collect her things.

" you know what asshole we'll take our leave" she spat harshly, you quickly grabbed your belongings and gave your mom and sorrowful look but she only gave you a small smile, you can tell she was disappointed and disgusted by your father's act. Not giving your dad the privilege one last look you left with Agatha. On the walk out Agatha's grip on your hips was absolutely feral.

You could feel the anger radiating off her but you remained silent. You'd be lying if you said that she didn't look even more fucking hot when annoyed. Arriving home, you both got out of the car and walked towards the front door, still in silence. You couldn't quite read her emotions. When she opened the door she allowed you to enter before her.

You put down your bag and took off your coat and was about to turn around to speak to Agatha when she suddenly slammed you up against the wall and started attacking your lips. You were surprised and caught off guard but you kissed her back. You moaned as you felt her hands roam down your body. She smirked against your lips and took the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Her tongue swirled and danced against yours as you whimpered desperately for her to touch you more. You pulled away from her,breaking the kiss and looked up at her biting your lips. You could see how much she wanted you, needed you . Her eyes were filled with desire and lust to please you and you wanted her so bad as well.

" let's go to the bedroom" you said breathlessly as the both of you practically race up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. Agatha straddled your hip as she pushed you down onto the bed and began kissing your neck, sucking and gently biting at the tender at the flesh. Your hands flew to her hair as your hips buck up towards her.

Your eyes widen as you felt something bulky in her pants, she looked up at you and smirked before she made her way down towards your stomach leaving her trails of kisses. You didn't even realize that she was wearing her strap tonight, god that just made you more wet as your thighs began to rub together.

A low chuckle can be heard from Agatha as she grabbed the hem of your dress and pushes it up for you to take it off. After you took off your dress you were left in just your lace underwear.

" please" you moaned, but she only smirked at you, making her way back up she kissed your lips again.

" shhh, my love, tonight I'm gonna fuck you like a man" she whispered against your lips, at this point your cunt was already soaked for her. She glanced down at your nipple and back up at you. She took your small bud into her mouth and started sucking it like a baby. Your breath hitched as a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Agatha swirled her tongue around the soft bud before releasing it with a small pop.

Her hand reached down and cupped your cunt as a low chuckle is echoed from her chest.

" I made you this wet baby? Or are you just a slut for mommy?" She taunt, she was driving you completely mad already, you could feel yourself becoming completely under her demand as your mind went blank and fuzzy. You wanted her so badly. She started undressing looking down at you with a smile on her face. She found you rather attractive when you were in desperate need for her.

After taking off her pants and leaving her self completely naked you saw how big her strap was, it wasn't the normal one she'd fuck you with it was the magic one that made you feel things deep within yourself. The one that felt so realistic. She gently parted your thighs and immediately saw how wet you were for her. She glanced back up at you.

Smirking at your needy state, the heaving of your chest, your messy hair and the way your body shook with need. She grabbed your hips and pulled you down so that she can be face to face with your cunt before her tongue started to lap at your clit. You sighed closing your eyes your hands wondered cover your chest massaging your nipples.

Agatha was very skilled with her tongue. She made you question whether or not she was human. Her tongue swiped over your little bud before it started to circle around it slowly before graciously picking up speed. Your moans increased in volume as your hands flew to her hair. Your thighs closed in on her head as she looked up at you, her eyes hungry to make you scream. You could feel your orgasm slowly building up as your back arched.

" oh fuck me! Please Agatha I need you so bad" you moaned as your thighs shook violently. Agatha laughed darkly which sent vibrations straight through you. She finally obeyed and removed her mouth from your clit. She lined up the tip of her strap with your entrance. She leaned down to kiss you as her hips slowly pushed into you.

Your head fell back as your nails dip into the skin of her elbow causing her to hiss, pushing even deeper further into your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as a soft moan escaped your lips. Her filling you up felt so good. Her cock was reaching into the deepest part of you and you couldn't handle it.

" fuck mommy" you whined as you started thrusting your hips into her to feel some sort of friction.

" you want my cock that bad huh? Want mommy to fuck you real nice mhm?" you nodded as you closed your eyes and moaned. Agatha's hands wonder to your hair and gently start massaging your scalp, quickening her pace as her thrusts became more faster reaching even deeper within you. She pulls on your hair making you whimper. she reaches down and starts rubbing slow circles on your clit, stimulating you even further.

Your back arches even deeper and your eyes roll back. Pornographic moans leave you as your mouth opens in a 'o' shape. The way she was fucking your pussy was absolutely delicious. Her cock was hitting your sweet spot that always had you seeing stars.

"There you go sweetie, say you love when mommy fucks you" she whispered in a demanding tone as she kept rutting into you, the strap making the sensation feel all too real. You couldn't even speak, you just whispered incorhent sentences and the word 'shit' over and over again.

Your pussy clenched down on her cock as you let out a pornographic moan ,your hands gripped the sheets tightly the feeling of her pounding your pussy so fucking good.

" that's it baby, Keep squeezing mommy's cock ,like the whore you are" she muttered in your ear. Your mind went completely blank as silence filled the room and the only thing that can be heard are your soft moans and the sound of agatha's cock sliding in and out of your pussy.

Agatha looks down and smiled at the little tummy bulge that she was creating from fucking you and smirked rutting even deeper into that spongy spot within you.

" shit, right there please!" You cried out, holding onto the sheet tighter your knuckles turning white from all the pulling, it's a surprise the sheets didn't tear. You turned on a switch in Agatha because after than she immediately started pounding you faster and curving her hips more so that her thrust would be more sharper and hit that deeper spot in you.

This caused your back to arch more as she got deeper access to hit your g-spot with more force, causing you to cream all over her dick.

You squirmed against her as your legs began to feel like jelly as they started to shake, your mind was completely empty. The only thing you could think of was how fucking good Agatha was making you feel with her cock.

Your oragsm totally hit you like a wrecking ball. Agatha smiled as she watch how your juices pour out all over her strap. She chuckled before slowing her thrust still keeping you stimulated. Her hips came to a halt and she removed her cock from within you. You sighed a breath of relief. Agatha leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.

" now my pretty princess, may I offer you a warm bath with snacks?" She asked and you laughed swatting her playfully on the arm.

" Yes you may my prince" you replied giggling as she picked you up and carried you into the bathroom.

The two of you cleaned up and took a nice warm bath before you decided to cuddle up in bed and watch a movie. And not too long after the both of you fell asleep in eachother's embrace, you definitely enjoyed tonight, and maybe one day you would see this side of your wife again.

[nikkisheep]

Idk if I'm asking in the right place or if ur requests are open but could u do smthn smutty for Glenn or Maggie(or both)

Feel Me

Glenn Rhee x female!reader

Warnings: Maggie and Glenn are not together (love them tho), smut, fingering, oral (f), p in v, Glenn being a sex god, praise, pet names (baby), mentions of walkers, mentions of Rick and reader dating, fluffy ending

Got a tad bit carried away

Summary: Glenn needs to let off some tension and who better than the girl waiting back at home for him.

Walkers were the main stress in this new world. They ate everything in their path. Humans, animals, anything you can name they ate. Their nasty hands and skin move about as they search for a meal to tide them over until they found another.

Glenn was working on the crops that Rick had him start growing. He did not know the first thing about farming but that was where his friendship with Maggie Green came in. He had learned the ropes on the farm with her but now she was busy with her own job. He was just starting to become overwhelmed.

You were sitting in a long shirt and panties while knitting a blanket. Judith was in need of a bigger blanket and you asked Rick if you could make her a new one. He admired your love for his daughter which was the entire reason he started to love you. But that was a long time ago. When you were on the road. Now that you were in a safe community, you and Glenn hit it off.

Your crush on Glenn started when you noticed that Maggie was taking an interest in him. You didn't mean to but your heart wanted him. You told him after he and Maggie broke up. You had just stopped seeing Rick and you needed a friend. In the end, you got a boyfriend who loved you.

Glenn walked through the door of the house, dirty from the hard day's work, and he gave you a peck on the cheek. He looked tired and stressed. You wanted to help him feel better.

"Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm just tired, is all." Glenn answered.

"Maybe I can help," You walked up to him and kissed his shoulder. Your hands started to massage the tension in his shoulders away, placing a kiss on his neck. Breathing him in, his smell fills your lungs. Dirt, sweat, pine wood, and just Glenn surrounded you. He sighed when you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. A slight beard had started to grow and you were quite fond of it. You found it to be sexy on the man.

"I wanna help you relax."

Kissing his lips deeply, you push his shirt off his body. Revealing a toned chest and lower stomach. Your hands wandered his skin, feeling the warmth from his body as Glenn deepened the kiss by grabbing your face. You pull away and grab his hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom that you shared. His brown eyes followed your every move and traced your body. He loved you in so many ways more than just lust. He loved every part of you. He wanted to worship you in so many ways. He wanted to build a temple for just you and be your only worshiper if it made you happy. If it let him continue to see you like this.

Slowly undressing each other, gentle touches and kisses were exchanged between the two bodies that were pressed against each other. Seeking warmth and comfort in the hands of each other, the two of you laid down onto the soft mattress below. Glenn kissed your neck, making you grip his black hair slightly, and made his hot trail down to your core. He kissed each thigh, biting slightly so he could see the beautiful reaction that he all too well knows when he has you like this. He kisses you again, this time, on the very place where you need him most.

Your thighs close around his head and you arch your back slightly at the new found pleasure that Glenn's mouth provided for you. He licks at your gaping hole and moans, literally moans, at the sounds that you make for him. Your eyes meet with his brown ones in the dim lit room. You feel him smile against your lower body and then he started to suck on your pulsing clit. He toys with it, circling his tongue on the delicate bud as you whine above him.

"So beautiful," He muttered into your skin while you grind your hips up against his tongue. He chuckles before placing an arm on your waist to hold you down.

"Careful now, don't want this to end too quickly now would we?"

You whimper as he went back to his assaults on your cunt. He moves a hand up to you and gentle push inside two fingers. The stretch burns for a second but Glenn is curling his fingers against your sensitive walls. He ruts against the mattress as wetness floods from you, around Glenn's fingers as he moves them inside your body. He plays your body to the tune of his desires and he kindly let you cum on his fingers and mouth.

He kisses up your body, shaking with pleasure, humming for his touch. You would gratefully take whatever it is that he decides to give your lusting body. He kisses your neck before reaching your mouth. He slips his tongue through the gate of your swollen lips and licks at the roof of your mouth. You groan at the tart but sweet taste of your arousal.

Glenn props himself up with one hand and uses the other to move his cock to entrance of your body. He looks to your face as he pushes slightly in, watching your face contort into pleasure at the feeling of his body becoming one with yours. He rests his forehead against yours, his hair sticking to his head with his sweat and his scent floods your senses. It was just so Glenn. Just so home. He was your home.

"I gotta move," You nodded at his words and he pulled back slightly. Not wanting to leave your warmth for very long, for he thrusts back in as soon as he pulls out. His thrusts began to build as the coil in your stomachs began to tighten with the overwhelming pleasure that coursed red hot in your veins. The drag of his cock against the wet walls of your pussy was heavenly. The feel of the veins rubbing as the head of his dick kissed your g-spot every time.

Glenn leaned down and his chest pressed to yours, sticking together with the sweat that presented itself on your bodies. The heat of the act was rising while your moans started to get higher and higher. Glenn smiled at you.

"You're doing so good for me, baby."

You moaned at the praise and clenched tightly around Glenn. He stuttered his hips for just a second before gaining his composer again. His hips grazed yours as the movement above you continued with great haste. Glenn wanted you to cum once more before he got his fill. He was always more of a giver rather than a receiver and you lived for it. He always knew what he was doing. You remember that you joked about the man being a sex god who came to taunt you and you were right about him being a sex god.

His arms bulged as he strained to hold himself up while you wrap your legs around his waist and your nails scrape against the skin of his back, leaving angry red welts behind. Glenn whispers sweet nothings into your ear with his eyes closed because the sensations began to become too much.

With one more thrust of his cock, the band breaks and you climax heavily. Your orgasm releases the tension in your muscles when you felt the lovely feeling of Glenn's cum spilling inside your womb. He pushes himself as far as he can while thrusting a few more times, prolonging the pleasure of your orgasm.

Glenn lets himself go and he falls beside you, his shoulder on your chest but it still counts. He smiled at you before picking you up to take a bath. You sat in the warm water while he washed your body, careful of the sensitivity that had now taken over. You leaned into his warmth and kissed his hand when bringing it to your lips.

Glenn kissed your cheek and praised you on how well you had done for him. How good you were. How much you made him feel good. How you were the only one to make him feel that good.

"Thank you," He whispered once you had cuddled in bed.

"For what?"

"For helping me."

"Glenn, if you ever need to unwind, you know where to find me."

"I hope you know that this is more than using you as a stress relief."

"Baby, I knew the first time you made me feel good. I knew that this is what true love feels like."

"Thank you."

"For what?" You moved closer to his body. His arms wrapped around you.

"For loving me and just being in my life."

"Always."

[the-roo-too]

Hi!! Can I request fluffy alphabets for Yunjin? Thank you💗

candy -> huh yunjin ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- if you are at least the tiniest bit a musical person, she deffo loves to jam out with you. will force you to try and compose with her probably, even if you only know two chords on the guitar

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- yunjin is a hair girlie to me, she likes to play with it—give you cute hair styles if it’s long or just put pretty charms in it if it’s short!

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- big spoon ☝️🤓 might fight you for it (secretly loves being the little spoon tho)

dates (what’s her ideal date)- i’m thinking binging some movies late at night (like the greatest showman) and singing your hearts out 🏳️‍🌈

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- girlie is an open book around you. musically gifted people are usually very connected with their emotions (and yunjin did go to music school so..)

family (does she want one)- i kinda have mixed feeling about this one. maybe later in life when you’ve both settled down? she doesn’t really give me the kids vibe tho

gifts (what about gift giving)- would absolutely compose an either short ass piece or perform a long ass opera for you and would force you to listen to it 🎀🎀

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yes! absolutely! also smooches your hand. i feel like yunjin carries around three different hand creams. also the type to hand you a fruit scented cream in the middle of june and say “it’s fruity, like you.”

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- with all due respect, she wouldn’t know what to do 😭 call chaewon? tell manager? order take out?

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes. as i said, fruity cream, fruity you.

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- either smooches your face or full on make out session, i don’t make the rules ✊

love (what’s her love language)- passive aggressive affection. you’re grumpy in the morning? too bad, you’re still listening to taylor swift’s whole discography with her

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- meeting you for the first time! say you two met in a coffee shop while yunjin had a break between rehearsals. the moment your eyes made contact she was doomed lol

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- yunjin 100% steals the blankets. wraps herself in a burrito and you will NOT get them unless she cuddles you close and lets you inside the cocoon

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- to be fair opera singing is kinda weird. like imagine you’re coming home late and night and you whisper shout a soft “yunjin! are you awake?” and she responds with a “HEREEE MY LOVEEEEE” sung loudly 🗣️

pet names (what does she like to call you)- baby girl, with a lip bite. but like “baby gowrlllllll 🫦🫦🫦🫦”

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- every time spent with you is quality time for her (and she will rizz you up while saying that)

rush (does she rush into things)- you’re living together by the second week of you dating

secrets (how open is she with you)- open book ‼️‼️ wanna know her father’s dead cat’s name? or what colour was chaewon face when she puked after drinking spilled milk thinking it was yoghurt?

time (how long did it take her to confess)- going with the idea that she saw you at a coffee shop, she would visit that exact place for a straight up week until she saw you again and then shoot her shot 💀

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- you’re probably upset after a fight, so then she’s upset too. if that’s not the case, if you yell at her because you’re upset, then yunjin will because upset too lol. she’s not the type to apologise first so buckle up!

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- nah. you remember that one post she made for pride some time ago? public opinion’s got nothing on her

warrior (how often do you fight)- i actually thing you might fight quite a lot… 💀 because of the rushing thing. when you two hit like a two year mark or sum, it gets better. but the rushed relationship gets kinda bumpy at first.

x-ray (is she able to read you)- even if you’re not as much of an open book as yunjin is, i think she makes it her goal to know what you’re thinking at all times. like a little personal challenge

yes (how would she propose to you)- most sappy way possible, would take you to a beach and arrange for her members to blindfold you and shit. lead you down to the shore and when you feel the cold water wetting your shoes, that’s when she drops on one knee (yes, in the water) while eunchae takes off the blindfold lol

zen (what makes her feel calm)- cuddles! singing! movies! just casual romantic shit. i said she would say sorry first but she might force you to cuddle her in the middle of the night even if you two just had a massive fight

part of [the fluff series]

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to their s/o bringing home a pet

requested by anon: "svt members reaction to you bringing home a pet? (Can change the animal for different members like kitten for wonwoo, puppy for mingyu etc) "

notes: i kinda altered it a bit to pet sitting? bc i just feel like it's a breach of consent (?) for you to bring in a whole entire pet to their lives unannounced lol

masterlist

seungcheol

stares at you and the cat in your arms with great scepticism as you beam up at him. you're looking after the cat for your friend while she's away for a couple of days, and seungcheol is very reluctant to call the cat cute for that entire time. he's loyal to kkuma and dogs, you know? does grudgingly admit that he's "not a bad cat" the day you're driving to drop the cat off to your friend. definitely complains about how much hair the cat shed tho

jeonghan

"oh, cool, a dog. did you pick him up off the sidewalk?" unbothered tbh. at least, he pretends to be, but he's then cooing all over the dog that you brought into the house. feeds the dog treats literally every five seconds, subsequently has him in love with him. is offended when you ask him to take the dog on the walk in the evening tho, bc wdym dogs need exercise???? he doesn't need exercise come on can't you take the dog on a walk instead?

joshua

the most adorable being he's ever seen is sitting in his room awww!!! oh and you're there too, he supposes. is shocked but mostly just vv soft when he sees you playing with a cute rabbit on his bed bc you'd bought it for your little niece and it had arrived early. pets the bunny for hours, fingers running through the soft fur, and manages to make the rabbit so comfortable in his arms that it falls asleep and just. cannot be woken no matter what you do

junhui

almost steps on the tortoise in his absentmindedness until you scream at him to look where he's going. then he's screaming too bc why is there a tortoise in the house?????? watches it with great awe as it walks very slowly around the house. tries to imitate the way it chews the lettuce leaves. asks how tortoise are able to do the deed with a shell on their back, and promptly watches several nature documentaries to find the answer

hoshi

the snake is out of control when he comes home, and as he sees you desperately trying to untangle the thick green thing from around their curtain pole, he screams and promptly backs out of the room. is shaking with terror the entire three days you're pet sitting the snake for your friend, despite the fact that you don't let the snake out of its glass box for the rest of the time it's here after that initial incident. tells you very seriously that you need to warn him of these things beforehand unless you want him to have a heart attack and die

wonwoo

"oh, when did we get a cat?" is totally chill. loves the adorable kitty that you've brought home for a couple of days to pet sit, bonds with it almost immediately. when the cat meows, he responds back like he knows exactly what the cat is saying to him. by the time your friend gets back, the cat is essentially refusing to part from wonwoo and is literally digging her claws into wonwoo's sweater in an attempt to not leave him. 

woozi

takes one look at the hedgehog that's temporarily taking up space in the corner of your room, laughs, and says it's basically the animal form of him. thinks the prickly and adorable little animal is rlly cute, but he's not really home enough to fully be able to spend time with it. takes a couple of pics and sends them to soonyoung tho, pretending that it's a deadly porcupine because honestly, hoshi probably would probably genuinely believe anything he said

minghao

"we're not keeping a skunk in the house." "hao, she's not a skunk!" "it has a weird tail and striped markings like a skunk, ergo, it's a skunk." "no!!" is not the most pleased when he comes home to you grinning at him, a ferret sitting on the top of your head. is slightly placated when you tell him you're just taking care of her for a friend who's away. will not touch the ferret, looks over in slight disgust and mild wonder as you play with the animal running up and down your arm. won't let you actually get a pet ferret tho. 

mingyu

there's a puppy in his apartment omg omg omg!!!! is excited for all of five minutes before he like "hey >:(( you're not replacing me with an actual pup are you??". still gets kinda sad when you tell him you're just pet sitting tho. bonds with the pup so well, is well on the way to replacing your friend as the puppy's actual owner lmao. takes the pup out with him when he goes for a morning run, and is actually really good n diligent at picking up the poop when the dog does its business on the street

dokyeom

he is enamoured oh god. you're not gonna be able to talk to your bf for a good hour bc he's not even gonna notice you're there. is totally fine with pet sitting your friend's dog for a week, and is utterly delighted to find out that the pup knows a few simple tricks. spends hours telling the puppy to roll over and sit and hold out its hand and by the end of it, both the pup and dokyeom are giddy with happiness. nearly cries when you have to say goodbye to the pup, asks your friend if he can pop by to say hi to his new friend sometimes

seungkwan

you adopted a dog without him?????? he literally already owns a dog why would you want to get another one. nods in understanding when you tell him you're pet sitting, pulls up a feeding and walking rota to make sure that the dog has The Best time while staying with you two. lowkey gets really sassy when the dog starts making high pitched barking noises at him for no reason, seems to communicate with the dog crazy well

vernon

he stands there confused at the sudden appearance of a fish tank in your living room for a good few minutes. turns out, your uncle is getting his new one fitted at home, but until he can get it fully prepped he needs someone to look after the fish, and that someone had been you. stares in fascination at the fish for a good hour that evening, mesmerised by them moving around. you laugh at him and call him a cat but he can't even deny it because the fish are just so fascinating to look at and honestly, he feels like a cat himself

chan

uhhhh honestly he's really not sure how he should react when he comes home to you staring at a glass box full with a bunch of twigs. it takes him a while to see the stick insect, thinks that maybe he should get his eyes checked out because ten minutes really is too long. it doesn't rlly bother him tbh. does think it's a little frustrating that it's taking him so long to see the insect. double checks and triple checks with you that there's actually an insect in that box and you aren't just messing with him. 

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[ateez-himari]

[240615] YEOSANG BIRTHDAY UPDATE

[NEW UPLOAD FROM HIMARI]

ATEEZ(에이티즈) @/ATEEZofficial

[#히마리] Sangie oppa, my lovely roommate, happiest of birthdays to you! The most kind hearted man to walk this world, who is so beautiful he looks as though he was crafted by the universe itself, I can't believe our group was lucky enough to have you enter our lives ♡ Let's keep making eggs during early morning together and stay side by side for a very long time! Our lovely doberman, enjoy being 25! 🩷 #ATEEZ #애이티즈

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Minnie Moe @/bestspotifyplaylistrex Replying to @/ATEEZofficial my children of Aphrodite 🥹there's not a singular member that our maknae doesn't absolutely adore, her pictures make all of them look so ethereal (also the way she called him beautiful ?? it's so poetic we all need someone like her)

Hotteokie N.1 @/yunhosbuckethat Replying to @/ATEEZofficial we don't get many interactions between them on screen, but just from this you can tell how close they are 🥰 their bond is so precious, i literally have that one moment from the last live saved in my camera roll, where she fell asleep on the couch in the middle of it and he was covering her with the blanket and petting her hair the entire time after that

STREAM WORK @/lightuptiny Replying to @/ATEEZoffical they're both such soft souls, i'm so glad they found each other in ATEEZ 😭he helped her with homework all the time because she was so tired when she was still in school even tho he had his own to do and she always pays extra attention to him because he doesn't speak loudly or want to interrupt so she knows all his tells now-

mikah @/himaswife Replying to @/ATEEZofficial Didn't Hima write 'Be With You' to comfort Yeo because he was having a difficult time back then? She even used words that he said to her which is why his name is in the credits for it 🥲They're such gentle people, I don't know what the world did to deserve them

[stardust-sunset]

Curtis Parents hcs let’s goooooo

I don’t know why. But Mrs. Curtis was definitely a spring or summer baby.

Her name was Carolina but she went by Lina! Or CC. Me. Curtis called her CC when they got married

I like to think she was kind of a petite woman-she had the thickest hair imaginable. She was seriously beautiful (I mean…look at her kids)

She had this waist length, wavy, golden hair and these bright green eyes. She definitely had a more doe like look.

She used to love eye makeup. Mr Curtis used to call her Bambi because she looked so deer like sometimes with her eyes lol

She loved sundresses and bright colors and often wore a white dress with yellow flower prints on them. That was Pony’s favorite af least.

Mr. Curtis was definitely a load taller than her

He canonically looks like Darry-I’m imagining him to have these grey eyes-or maybe brown! Maybe even heterochromia honestly! One brown eye and one grey eye.

He used to be a shop class teacher at the high school! He had Darry in his class actually. He taught Darry how to start woodworking and the tips and tricks, hence why he roofs homes now. He feels like he’s with his father when we’ve he goes

Anyway

He was definitely bigger in build and looked SO scary but he was the goofiest man ever

Take Soda, put him on steroids and you have Mr. Curtis. He was def a favorite teacher and the school mourned when he died.

The two met on a blind date! Mrs. Curtis wore her yellow dress and that’s how they ended up finding each other

They’re interfaith! Mrs. Curtis was Jewish and Mr. Curtis was Catholic.

Their first date was to a fair and out for dinner. They go to fairs a lot, and they had their first kiss at the top of a ferris wheel I’m calling it

Mr. Curtis had a LOT of pet names for her.

He’d call her Daffodil a lot because she had one in her hair when they first met 😭🙏

Bless his heart

Neither of them had big families-Mrs. Curtis was raised in a modest house-she didn’t have much growing up but it taught her to be a hard worker

Mr Curtis was honestly the same-except he had it a lot worse

He didn’t get to eat often so whenever his family was eating he would say his stomach hurt at dinner all the time and would wait for everyone else to have their fill before saying he would “try to eat” (this was a plot to make sure everyone was fed before him)

Darry learned this from him tbh

Their wedding was suuuuuper fun tho-they both have big extended families and they were able to throw a really big ceremony for them

Mr. Curtis BAWLED when she walked down the aisle

She even had a daffodil in her hair

Nrs. Curtis got pregnant with Darey on their honeymoon. They were pretty young when they had him-they’d canonically be at least in their early 20s

They were so confused when Darry popped out with blue eyes 😭

It was her idea to name him Darrel too. She thought he looked just like him, even as a baby

Aftee him they wanted another baby (Mrs. Curtis got HORRID baby fever) and they had one-but unfortunately that baby didn’t make it.

Soda was a rainbow baby by default-they told him and he thought that meant he was born rainbow

She did NOT wanna name him Sodapop but Mr. Curtis was very persuasive

By the time Ponyboy came along she gave up and let him name him Ponyboy 😭

Mrs. Curtis worked as a kindergarten teacher! The kids called her Miss Sunshine a lot because of her hair and the bright colors she wore

She was super good at music! She used to do club performances when her and Mr. Curtis were dating (just singing and playing piano) and Mr. Curtis immediately fell in love with her

She taught Darry and Pony how to sing and play piano. Soda had n interest lol

She also loved nature! Mr. Curtis did too-he was like a big puppy who just constantly needed attention and to be outside lol

They went brid watching a lot too!

Mrs. Curtis had a super sweet and soft voice and Mr. Curtis had the thickest accent ever 😭

Mr. Curtis was a lot like Bandit from Bluey. That’s the best comparison I can make-he was super goofy and fun loving but he was always putting his kids before anything else

When the Curtis brothers buried their parents they put daffodils on both their graves. They can’t look at daffodils anymore without tearing up or crying

That’s all for now! Should I do a pt. 2?

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

fragile, but not like a flower.

Summary: Sometimes you need to be cut up to be made whole again.

Pairing: harddom!Simon Walker x sub!afab!Reader

Word Count: - 2.6k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Overstimulation Meltdown (Not Sexual), Consensual Cutting (Very Much Sexual Tho), Fingerfucking, Humiliation, Pet Names, Honorifics (Sir/ Daddy / Princess), Aftercare <3

A/N: To my defence, this was written on fever medication 🥲

Tagging: @ohlookapan @queer-crusader @somethingblu3 @blueberrypancakesworld

She's not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned

I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The objects of my desire

- Alkaline By Sleep Token

A sniffled cry clawed its way from your lungs and out of your throat, accompanying the porcelain shatter of a cup that had slipped from your fingers as you’d meant to pour yourself some tea. The harsh sound of it splintering into a multitude of sharply edged shards caused your inner pot of already bubbling and rumbling overstimulation to boil over eventually, for you to switch from painfully numb indifference that had lasted throughout the past days to a nearly toddler-like tantrum in which you needed to hold on to yourself as hard as you possibly could to not just throw and smash every damn cup from the cabinet in unbridled frustration.

“Oh, fuck you, stupid fucking cup!” You whined out with a gush of uncomfortably burning tears prickling at your waterline, choking back the urge to stomp down onto the broken cup, your mind fully reeling in the thrashes of finding something to drown out the overstimulation fit that left you feeling disgustingly helpless in its wake.

Instead of hammering your bare foot down at the splintered porcelain, you took a shaky step back from the scene of the almost-nearly-crime, jaws clenching roughly and teeth grinding, causing unhealthily crunching sounds to echo through your skull. Away from the immediate source of possible pain to disrupt those raging feelings of constant incompetence and enraging clumsiness, your thoughts immediately pinpointed at the option to slap your knuckles against the very edge of the wooden counter or your head against the door to the kitchen until the hurt drowned out the powerlessness over your own vile emotional whims that tortured you just like they did right now. Perhaps you should just tear and rip at your hair until the burn emitting from your scalp slapped some sense back into you.

“You alright?” The pushing need to just scream nagged at your ribcage as you whirled around to look at Simon with wide eyes, his face peeking out behind the doorway leading to an open living room.

You knew that he just wanted to be nice because he cared for you, he really did, however, every single ounce of negativity shifted his way and you drilled your fingers into your palms with such vigor that the shape of your nails would leave thin dents in your skin. You’d never subject Simon to your stupid outbursts, never never not ever would hurt him the way you longed to hurt yourself right now, yet, the thought of simply pouncing him to scratch the infuriatingly gentle smile from his face flitted through your mind for a brief moment.

“Hmhm..”, His soft yet curious gaze wandered from your harshly clenched fists to the broken cup right behind you, putting two and two together before you even finished uttering, “No, ‘s just…”

The unfinished groan was accompanied by your shoulders slumping down, the violent apex of your fit being effectively surpassed as quickly as the storm had enraptured you.

“Come’ere. I know. I’ll clean that up, yeah?” Simon’s brows raised into an understanding arch as he motioned to you that it was going to be okay with a nod of his head.

Tears were gushing from your lash line and over the soft round of your cheeks before you even reached his opened arms, seeking shelter in a tight hug that felt like him gently squeezing everything back to where it belonged like straightening a crooked shelf.

“Oh, hey, babe.”, Simon cooed into your hairline whilst his hand found the back of your head, tenderly stroking down to the nape of your neck, “It’s not just about the cup, hm?.”

You shook your head in his tender embrace, wiping your tears with the fuzzy fabric of his fir green cotton shirt and muffling your sobs alike.

“Everything’s jus’ pissing me off so much.” The words rumbled through your chest and with them, a new wash of wetness spilled from your eyes, the deafening exhaustion of the sudden emotional outburst catching up to you swiftly.

“Everything? What’s everything, love? Tell me.” Starting from your hairline down, Simon led his fingers to wander along your spine, grazing past your shoulder blade with fingertips not just stroking but lightly pressing you further against him and you didn’t hesitate to take that invitation.

“ ‘M just so fucking stupid all of the time.”, The self-deprecation came pouring out without any warning, making you flinch from your own words, “Can’t even pour a cup of tea.”

Instead of resting his hand on your lower back, Simon let it wander further down quickly, fingers grasping at the round of your ass harshly as an imminent reminder that he didn't approve.

“Don't you dare talk like that about yourself.”, His tone rendered stern immediately, admonishing even, “You're very competent and a stupid mug won't change that, babe.”

Simon's sudden clasp at your behind caused you to whine out a wayward yelp, the sudden pang of pain rendering through you; helping.

“Again.” You uttered as the pain hadn't even begun to fade.

“Excuse me? Oh.” Simon picked up on it quickly, palming at your ass again, this time squeezing even harder, causing you to claw at his shirt and groan into the fabric.

The hurt emitting from his ministrations cut right through your clouded mind and changed the anger and frustration into humble atonement because you knew just fine that Simon wasn't fond of you talking about yourself this way, to say the least.

The tears stopped almost instantly as the sting of his hand working the muscle and flesh of your behind came as a saving grace, an addictive distraction to your over-triggered and used-up patience.

“Oh, so needy for some proper discomfort, hm? Poor thing.” His sharp taunt shot right between your legs, having you throb just because of carefully aimed words, “Need me to take care of that, yeah?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you nodded, relief and bubbling excitement flushing the last remnants of your amplified self-hatred out of your thoughts.

“Alright, then be a darling and pick one thing, only one, from the kitchen and come back to me, got that?” You nodded again but that wasn't enough for Simon.

“Use your words.” He demanded harshly, underlining his point with his entire palm smacking your ass, making you jump against him, feeling that it was not just you getting worked up over this already.

“Understood, sir.” You uttered before sensing his hold on you easing up to let you go and pick your favored tool of torture.

The realization of just how hot your face was had already knocked the air from your lungs as you stepped back, turning back to the kitchen whilst Simon simply slumped down on the sofa, leisurely spreading his arms along the headrest. With a thrashing heartbeat and blood rushing down between your legs, your eyes hastily roamed over the counter; a wooden spoon? Too blunt. A bamboo chopstick perhaps? Not violent enough for your current cravings. Your gaze came back to the splintered porcelain and you lit up in unbridled masochistic excitement.

From behind, Simon watched you crouch down in front of the shards and splinters, his head slightly cocked to the side whilst you decided on the piece worthy enough to be brought back to him. Holding back a groan of his own, Simon ignored the throbbing need gradually straining against his jeans because this exquisitely escalating scenario required him to be fully there and not on some sex-crazed ego trip over your body and his release; there'd be more than enough to catch up to that later.

Having his eyes on you and following every single one of your moves had Simon pondering about what riled him up more: the fact that you had each other wrapped around your fingers or the way his freak matched yours so utterly perfectly.

For a swift moment, his eyes fluttered shut as he recalled one particular night where he'd spit on your tongue, had you swallow it and you’d thanked him with glazed-over eyes all because you had a rough day at work.

You just took so willingly and it left him so fully satisfied because your inner whore for pain and humiliation finally was a worthy counterpart to his nearly limitless sadistic creativity. Simon took a great deal of pride in being allowed to be the one providing all that for you in a safe and judgment-free space because you did the same for him. Without your consent and you offering your body to him like that, none of it would take place.

“This one, sir.” Simon’s eyes opened up again to find himself looking at a triangular-shaped piece of gray and red striped porcelain; he remembered to cup, picturing the whole piece in his mind.

“You sure?” A quick point of no-return safety question for the sake of both of you.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded vigorously and the wicked glint in your eyes painted a wide grin onto his face as he tapped at his thigh.

“C’mon then, get yourself out of those PJ shorts and sit with me for a while.” Simon inhaled deeply, taking the sharp piece of material from your grasp so you could just shimmy out of your frilly shorts without the danger of scratching yourself, which was reserved for only him to do.

You eagerly followed his demand and let the delicate satin fabric pool at your ankles before stepping out of the little pile of cloth and sitting yourself down in your superior's lap.

“There, there.” He hummed contently, one hand pulling you flush to his front whilst he nuzzled his lips into the crook of your neck, greedily mouthing at the sensitive skin.

Simon got you squirming in his lap without even so much as putting the sharp edge of porcelain to your skin and he unmistakably reveled in how needy you were for his attention, his touch, and guidance.

“Close your eyes, love.”, The deep timbre to his gradually more raspy tone caused a wash of goosebumps to roll over your body, nipples momentarily pebbling against your oversized sleeping shirt, “Feel that?”

With the entire width of his palm, Simon pressed the splinter against your thigh, squeezing the outlines of its shape into your skin, effectively coaxing a whine to fall from your bottom lip.

“I’m sure that that’s going to hurt so bad but that’s what you want, ain’t it? You’re such a deviant little glutton for punishment.” The combination of cool porcelain pushing against your leg and his words lulling you in, sparking a familiar, warm pang of shame and embarrassment to creep into your cheeks, had your stomach twitching and flipping.

“Uh-huh.” You mumbled anew, your head nodding along without you even really being aware of it.

“Hm, such a mess already, pathetic.”, Simon groaned into the curve of your neck, his free hand shamelessly groping at your cunt to keep you from toppling over, “Look at you braindead little dummy.”

“Ouw, mhmmm..” The weak exclamation of your discomfort upon Simon’s fingers taking hold of your crotch was met with a sly laugh.

“Oh, no, doesn’t that feel nice, yeah?”, He hummed against your throat before leading his index and middle finger to push between your labia, spearheading into you, “Haven’t even started, poor baby.”

You felt your walls clench down around his fingers, couldn’t help it to happen.

“Dumb little slut.”, Simon lifted his hand from your thigh, angling the very tip of the splinter against your skin, “Let’s see how you handle that, hm?”

Way before your body caught up to the sliver of cold followed by a distinct sting of pain as skin got torn, you mewled out in plain fear. One perfectly horizontal cut, from outside to inside of your thigh. Not threateningly deep but enough to tear through the first layers of skin, enough to draw blood.

“Good girls don’t hurt themselves, they wait for Daddy to do that, no?” Simon set the edge a little higher, not waiting for you to adjust to his ministrations before adding the next incision.

“What a fucking whore you are!” Simon couldn’t keep the filth spilling from his own mouth as he sensed you clenching down around his fingers again with each former and every next violation to your leg.

“Enjoying this so much, princess?” The gruff stubble of his dirty-blonde beard scratched against the crook of your neck.

“Hurts.. s’much, ouw, please, sir.” You muttered with quivering lips, brain unable to grasp if you already had enough or just kept wantonly stuttering for more.

“Oh, I know, love, but you asked for this, remember?” Yet another cut demolished your skin, little droplets of blood pooling out and sliding along the curve of your thigh.

Such a pretty sight, skin torn open and rivulets of red pearling down to both sides.

“Good little girl.”, Sir hummed, fingers drilling further into you, feeling how wet you were, how desperate, “Taking it so well.”

Again, tears burned at the corners of your eyes, this time from a very different flavor of overstimulation.

“Aw, are you going to cry now? Because you're getting what you asked for? Spoiled brat, really.” Simon tossed the bloodstained piece of gray and red onto the wooden panels below just to push his tumble across the swollen incisions, generously smearing the blood all over your thigh.

“Please…” You heard yourself rambling, mind entirely drunk with adrenaline and dopamine alike.

“Please what? C'mon, speak up, slut.” He demanded but you couldn't, not even if you put everything you had left to it, instead, your body simply let go, contractions spasming around his fingers, orgasmic convulsions rippling through every nerve ending.

Everything within was tethering on the edge between crumbling down or ascending, no in-between, only either or and Simon knew all too well. To keep you from tumbling, he took the hand from your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, softly pulling you closer.

“Issok, honey. I got you. It's over, you did so well, babe.”, The cascade of sweetness started trickling from his lips to pull your reeling mind back, “ I'm so proud of you. ‘M gonna spoil you rotten, I promise.”

“It hurts.” Was the only thing that managed to roll over your tongue, brain dominated by clashing sensations of pleasure, pain and awfully plain confusion about what to lean into.

“I know, love, I know, but we'll take care of that, yeah. Clean you all up and put disinfectant on it. Can you push through that for me?” In a gentle motion, Simon pulled his fingers out of you, now taking both arms to gingerly hold you close in a calming embrace.

“I dunno.”, You huffed, lungs gasping for air as if they suddenly remembered that oxygen came as rather vital, “It'll burn.”

“Yeah, it will, but I know you can be brave about that, no? We still gotta clean up after playing, hm.” Simon was right and you very well knew it, however, you still dreaded it and that made you laugh out.

“That's so stupid.” You shuffled in his lap, hands finding his thighs to hold on to, “I let you cut me with a broken cup but disinfectant, that's where I draw the line?”

It made Simon cackle just the same.

“Everybody has their hard limits, no?”

[soephiphany]

The one with the petnames

Jungkook x f!reader ( i did this thinking bout me, that's why it's f)

Warning: just fluff and a very slight make out

A/n: It's small and sweet, hopefully

(it got me delulu tho, when i was reading back)

This old btw, from like one or so month ago,

Ik, I've been inactive, sorry:/

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"... And so, i told her to look on the other sec-" you stared at the man in front of you "Jungkook, are you listening?"

He took his gaze from your soft legs back to your face "yeah"

"I see that"

"No, i am listening" he nods and continues the little patterns he was making on your legs "Anyways... Than she say that it wasn't available anym-"

"How can it be so soft?" He blurted out, not thinking but deep in thought.

"What? ... The book..?" "Nuh uh" Jungkook shakes his head with a little grin "You"

"What?" You couldn't hide your flustered face with your poor fidgeting and honestly it's annoying how easy flustered he gets you.

"I mean.. Your skin-no, your legs- Hm-Yeah, it's soft.. " he stutters his way out with a pink tint laying on his cheek and you let out a chuckle you barely tried to hide. You guide your fingertips through his beautiful inked arm all the way to his gorgeous and silky dark locks "You're so cute, Kook"

The doe eyes turns a bit wide with the unsual nickname. It's not like you aren't affectionate with him, you just can't gather yourself up enough to call him Kook without laughing - cause the word reminds you of a funny word in your mother language and you're also just not very fond with it- so the fact that you actually called him that sweet pet name he loves without scrunching your face up, it's a victory. He's too shy to make any word and already embarrassed for not being able to say it back -anything, really- so he just settle with hiding his face on your chest and giggling softly.

"I'm not"

"Your actions say otherwise" your chest vibrates with the sweet chuckle that rushes through your body. "Ya, Jungkook-ah, don't need to be shy" you tease him winning a small pinch on your sides and he mumbles something that fades in your dress shirt -or better, his dress shirt-

"You really like that nickname, huh?" Finally being able to see your man again, you melt when your eyes meet his starry ones, so endearing and lovely.

"I love it so much" not true. It's true that he's very fond of it but it's not something he gets all worked up about, but oh, when you say it, it gives it a new meaning, a new light. Your bright smile send shiver down his form and he can't hold himself from kissing you. Very lightly, gently, like you're made of glass. "You're adorable" the whipped man mutters into your mouth and grins before drowning on you again. Your mouths connected like puzzles, his sweet tongue licking your bottom lip as you grasp his hair and lock your fingers in it, massaging his scalp. Humming into the kiss, Jungkook's tongue finally meets yours when you give him a open mouth kiss, enough for him to slide in. Lips wet with drool that doesn't actually leave your mouth, tongue's dancing the most beautiful song, love. He softly breaks the kiss, leaving some small pecks behind because he's never full of you.

"Please call me that forever" his bunny smile on display and his sleepy eyes, dozed out from all the love he was receiving.

"Do you like it that much?" His bangs falls on his forehead and on top of his eyes when he nods. You giggle and peck his mouth and that pretty nose of his "I got a better thing to call you" you whisper removing his bangs of his eyes.

"Hm, what is it?" He hums kissing lightly the corner of your mouth, then your nose, the bridge of your nose, temples, cheeks and lastly mouth, doing a dramatically 'muah' sound when he distance his face from yours.

"Husband" the way the letters slip out of your mouth making it look so natural has he thinking of how many times did you thought about it. A lot, you thought about it a lot. You love Jungkook, you can't imagine yourself without him, so what's better than have him forever? Being yours forever, just like you're his.

"I take back what i said" his hands travel through your sides as he moves your body gently until your legs are on each of his thighs making you straddle him "i want this one" he could drown on the sounds of your giggle and how it lights up the small candle underneath his heart, warming it.

"I like this one better too" he blinks slowly taking in every single thing you have, your embrace, your voice, smell, energy. He just wants all for him, forever.

"Soon, then" he thinks you're cute when your eye wide at his words.

"Soon?"

"Yeah, soon you'll be Mrs.Jeon, my beloved wife" the 'argh' sound you make cause him to throw his head back laughing, relaxing it in the head of the sofa (*sorry, idk how it calls in english*) and you take this opportunity to leave sweet pecks around his neckline, neck and jaw, creating a trail of love in his body, gently marking him yours.

"I can't wait... I love you, Jungkook" his eyes stop smiling as he stares at you frowning a bit.

"It's husband, not Jungkook" you laugh fidgeting the hem of his shirt in a shy manner.

"Okay, sorry." You take his face between your hands and gaze deep into his eyes "i love you, husband" and that's when he knew, he was down for.

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Just a lil something i wrote a while ago as a small thought and it's finally here :)

Yes I'm a simp and basically i don't really know how to do angst so big part (all) of my posts will be fluff,

I don't mind tho, I'm a hopeless romantic and i need to be fed.

Well, kisses and cheeses like we say in Brazil,

Soo Soo 🌼

[tygoii]

Innocent Kunikuzushi x Dom Goddess Reader

Part 2 here!

Warnings: Sub Kuni!, Dom Afab Reader, Innocence destroyed, use of Petnames, Mommy Reader!, Fluff, Breeding Kink, cream pie, Bathing together, masturbation, lactation

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It was a stormy night lighting hitting the ground the sound of water splashing can be heard the archon of Electro must be in a bad mood..A woman in a kimono was walking in the rain her long hair wet and soft she looked around seeing domains small houses and vendors she went further into Inazuma where no vendor would ever wanna go the woman looked around feeling a presence close but no breathing could be heard the woman thought someone could be hurt or losing oxygen in need of assistance? she looked around for the mysterious presence she saw a hand on the ground leading to a young boy his eyes closed ‘A puppet?..oh ei..’ thought the goddess she looked at the boy and looked at the damages he had could he even feel the pain?

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The young boy woke up feeling he was in a soft bed with cushions everywhere he looked around the large room he was inside someone’s house he heard someone humming and stood up looking for the person who was humming he found a woman her hair tied up in a bun she was wearing a kimono it was her who was humming the young boy looked at the woman for a while not noticing the woman talking to him “Hello there?” said the Lady “I-i’m s-sorry..” said the boy his now clean cheeks turning red “I’m sorry you were covered in dirt i had to clean you i hope you didn’t mind.” said the woman “I-it’s ok where am i w-who are y…you” said the boy “I’m Y/n” said the woman smiling “You are?” “Kunikuzushi..” said the boy “i-i must get going thank you for aiding me..” said Kunikuzushi he looked like he was hesitating to walk “You don’t have anywhere to go do you?” said Y/n her sweet voice reaching the boys ear he nodded unknowing tears were coming out of the corner of his eyes Y/n smiled “You could stay with me as long as you want” said Y/n the boy blushed and thanked the woman a million times tho he felt her presence was very very weird..

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The woman was bathing cleaning her elegant large wings she felt the boy presence behind her she turned around seeing the boy “I-im here..” said the boy “Come in the water is warm today” said Y/n the boy shyly took off his towel and went inside the large wooden tub he looked at the woman’s wings he was use to it now the reason why he felt weird around her presence was because she was a goddess she told him about a month ago after finding out she had wonderful wings he came back to reality his soft cheeks turned red once again remembering he was taking a bath with a woman a literal goddess he still felt nervous around her every time he took a bath with her her body would be rubbing on his back when she washed him and whenever she revealed her body he would feel a tingling sensation down his body he never understood what was happening “Are you ok Kuni?” said Y/n seeing Kunikuzushi face red she noticed he was excited.. “N-nothing just thinking..” said Kunikuzushi “Do you want me to wash your body?” said Y/n “I-i can do it thanks tho..” mumbled Kuni feeling the pain down his body again “Well i have to get going i need to peel the melons and cook dinner” said Y/n getting off the wooden tub and drying her body her big breast in sight for the boy she wrapped the small towel around her body leaving the room Kuni saw her leave now he was alone he saw his red painful dick throbbing to be wrapped around somewhere tight he wrapped his soft hands around his dick he whimpered teasing his tip his thoughts filled with lewd thoughts of him sucking your big delicious soft boobs you petting him calling him such a good boy while cockwarming him where did he even learn all of this?

Part 2 soon!

[nothinginthisworldbelongstome]

hi im rose!

just started this blog so i need to fix it up all nice and pretty but honestly idk when that might happen lol

friendly dms welcomed, but please dont flirt/sext im talking with someone atm <3

just a reminder, bc sometimes people forget and treat me like im just one thing- I AM A SWITCH. that means i want to and enjoy BOTH domming and subbing, and i cant do just one all the time, it burns me out. that might be different for other people, but this is how it works for me. i need as close to 50/50 as i can get, 70/30 works too.

more about me under the cut!

i just turned 19 aug 4th! she/her lesbian

men, terfs, bigots, any shitty people, and minors fuck off i will block u

im very switchy atm, will dom or sub whatever u need baby 😘

im more comfortable topping, and i loveeee bringing u pleasure, but it would be nice to have someone who desired me as much as i did them, even if im not yet comfortable receiving that attention lol

ive only been in 1 relationship online and never have even kissed anyone before, but ive been on nsfw tumblr for a while

i dont consider myself super femme but im definitely not masc/butch. i like jewelry and flowery clothes tho lol. i kinda just wear things and i dont have a super distinctive style. im mostly attracted to femmes but for me attraction usually comes from the face and personality, generally not style, if anyone cares lmao

im 5'7, i have brown hair and blue-green eyes, and im plus size, if any of that matters to yall

kinks:

praise praise praise. i love telling u how good ur doing for me and also i wanna be someones good girl

pretty girls telling me what to do hehe i love that

pet namessss ugh pet names. i use them SO much so if u dont like it let me know (but it will be so hard for me to stop ngl i fucking love pet names)

also call ME pet names and ill fall in love with u its so soft and sweettt ahhhh

anything that will bring you pleasure. when u tell me that turned u on/made u wet that turns me on sooo much

mommy kinkkkkk! call me mommy or let me call u mommy pretty girl

VOICESSS FUCKING VOICESS i have a hugeeee voice kink. make all ur pretty noises for me baby u sound so good

grindinggg i love grinding. yes bounce on my leg sweet thing

light pet play. like ill call u puppy/bunny/kitten, collars are hot, but not much more than that and im not a pet. no cages or anything more hardcore than that really

pulling my hairrr yes babygirl pull my hair while i eat u out

consensual somnophilia i love the idea of knowing someone trusts u enough to let u do whatever u want to them while theyre sleeping

MARKINGSSS ugh theyre so hot. ive veryyyy possessive i want u to be MINE if im into u. so yes marks are so hot. giving AND being given

also reciprocal possessiveness??? jesus christ sign me up. im urs and ur mine and now im in love

LIMITS

theres probably more but this is all i can think of right now

also even tho i dont personally enjoy something or dont have it in my likes, feel free to ask! im generally very open to trying things at least once. and some of the things i dont really care for i dont mind doing a little bit if its something my partner wanted! communication is key <3

heavy degradation/humiliation and stuff like that. i dont like being really mean it makes me feel bad. i will however tease u until ur begging me to let u cum <3

also dont be mean at all in any way to me ill cry

rapeplay/kidnapping or anything nonconsensual like that it makes me feel bad

any terms like daddy/cock/dick. big turn off for me

any bodily fluids other than cum gross me out sorry

feet. u can do whatever u want with mine ig but i dont like urs no thanks

send asks and dms!! i crave interaction

CLOSING REMARKS

idrk what else to say here. if u read all this u get a cookie ig lol

feel free to ask ANYTHING im an open book and will *probably* answer honestly lol

k love u bye! mwah!

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Two families connected

Here I come with a the new fairy au fic pt 1 :D

You can see Punz's reference here and Dream's here :]

Enjoy (Also, here you go @brick-a-doodle-do :])

WC: 1.1K :)

TW: Safe/soft vore (at the end tho), small injury and fearplay (kinda?)

It was early in the morning, you could hear the sheets moving as the young fairy changed position to a more comfortable one.

After a few minutes there were small knocks on his door followed by a soft voice. "Punz honey, it's time to get up.” The fairy gave a small grunt before stretching and getting out of bed. "Coming mom..."

He prepared himself before leaving the room and being greeted by his mother. "You have breakfast on the table and when you're done I need you to help me with some things." Punz nodded, sitting down to eat breakfast. 

He looked at the empty place at the table before looking at her mother. "Dream isn't up yet...?" He asked, a bit confused since she always woke them up together. “I am letting him sleep a little more, because he has not been able to sleep until very late.”

"But when I went to bed he was already asleep. Has he had a nightmare again?" His mother nodded before speaking. "Have you finished?" Punz nodded. "Okay, could you go pick a couple of cherries of the clearing?" Punz nodded again. 

"Sure, anything to help mom." His mother ruffled his hair, giggling when he complained that he had just done his hair. "Be careful, okay?" "I will, don't worry." he said with a smile before flying off toward the clearing.

The mother continued doing things around the house until the door to one of the rooms opened, revealing an even younger fairy. "Morning mommy…” “Good morning Dream dear, are you better?” The boy nodded, heading towards his mother, who picked him up in her arms and shortly after sat him down at the table. 

"Time for breakfast then" she said with a smile. Dream ate some of his breakfast before looking at her mother. “Mommy… where is Punz…?” "He's gone to get something for mommy, okay?" Once she said that, the boy got up from the table heading towards the entrance. "Dream, where are you going?"

"I'm going to go find Punz!" he said cheerfully before flying off like Punz had. His mother's eyes widened, quickly heading towards the entrance to try to stop him "Dream, wait!" but he was already gone. If her wings had been alright, she would have stopped him, but she was no longer able to fly, which made it impossible. She hoped nothing happened to him.

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The green fairy flew around looking for his older brother, but was unable to find him. Maybe he should have waited at home, but… which way was home? The little boy looked around trying to remember where he had come from, but he couldn't. Suddenly a noise caught his attention, looking up, his eyes widening in fear.

A few meters above, there was a crow staring at him until it decided to go for him. Dream managed to get out of the way when it attacked him and quickly tried to fly away, but the crow was close behind. Dream managed to dodge for a while, but he started to get tired, something really normal since he was still a kid. 

In a short time the crow managed to tear a bit from one of the fairy's wings, sending him down to the floor. His wings trembled with fear and she closed her eyes,waiting what will happen soon

A minute passed and next he was gently lifted off the ground. By human hands.

By…Human…Hands…

Dream looked up in terror, coming face to face with bright orange eyes that looked at him curiously. “I have never seen a fairy! Luckily I got you before that bird did it!” said the human, who appeared to be only a couple of years older than Dream, happily. "I have to show you to my parents!" he said before holding Dream gently to his chest and running towards his house.

Dream let out a sob, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. He wanted to go back home but surely, the human will keep him as a pet. The human soon arrived at his house, quickly heading towards where his parents were, the living room. "Dad, papa, look what I found!" he said excitedly, holding the fairy up to his parents so they could see him.

The two adults looked at him, both with different expressions. The taller and demonic looking one, looked in surprise, while the shorter one with diamond parts on his skin, looked in shock. “But, Sapnap..” 

“A bird has injured him, so I have brought him because you can help him, right?" he said, not realizing that one of his parents had left the room. "It's not that easy, Sappy... It may take a while for his wing to heal and he surely has a family to return to." Sapnap pouted.

"Please dad... Just for a few days..." He tried to convince him. The older only letting out a sigh. “Okay..- Wait, Skeppy..? Take care of the fairy for a second, I'm going to find Skeppy, okay?" Sapnap nodded looking at the fairy in his hands with a smile, not noticing his sobs.

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Bad walked out of the living room, looking for the other around the house until he found him sitting on the bed in their shared room. "Skeppy... are you alright?" The shorter one tried to avoid the look.

"Y-Yeah, aha.. W-Why wouldn't I be?" Bad sighed approaching the other and sitting next to him. "Skeppy... what's wrong...?" he asked once more, concerned for the other. 

Skeppy let out a long breath as he ran both hands over his face before looking at Bad. "Do you know the fairy that Sapnap brought?”

Bad nodded, not understanding what the fairy had to do with this. "Yeah…? Is there something wrong with that…?" He asked. “Uh… well… He… is my son…”

“He is your what!???” He said a little surprised by the revelation. Of course he knew Skeppy's secret because he told him, but he didn't know that he had a son. “I didn't know you had a son..-”

“Two. I have two... Although the other one is a little bit older... I was planning to tell you but not yet...” he said, rubbing his arm. 

"Calm down Geppy, we'll take care of him for a bit of time and then we'll take him back to his home, okay?" Skeppy nodded.

“But please don't let anything happen to him..” Bad hugged his husband before leaving the room saying “Don't worry, okay? We will take good care of him."

He headed back to the living room, his eyes widening. "Sapnap!" The kid didn't look at him until he finished sucking the rest of the fairy into his mouth before swallowing. "Yeah?" He said to him with a smile. Oh God… They were going to be some very long days.

[z4rph1m]

𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊 {𝕴𝖓𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖎}

rɪˈmɔːs/

noun

deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed.

"they were filled with remorse and shame"

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About to reach Inazuma in three days and the first thing you see is your Crow on the railing of the boat isn’t something that you expected to see

Especially hearing how he fly from Mondstadt to The ship just to be with you is even more shocking

But after a few scolding to him, you finally introduced him to the crew

During those three days were fine to say the least if you take out on the amount of time you try to avoid kazuha

Reaching to inazuma and seeing the Nation just makes you uncomfortable

Inazuma looks exactly like your home…

You hate it

You hate the feeling of homesick

You hate how everything just reminds you of your past and how your not from here

But… the people here…

Even tho you were distant from them, they still act like they want to be friends with you..

The process of Inazuma was weird, but the people there seems to think that your from Inazuma bc of the way you dress is very much like them.

Thoma is one of those, he was from Mondstadt but move to inazuma at a young age

He made sure you ate enough food and make sure there’s no injuries

You don’t know why but…

You feel save when your with him, you feel comfortable and relaxed

You wish it was like this everyday in your world but unfortunately, it never will be

Ayaka is an interesting person to say the least,

The two of you would discuss on your swordsman skills and would take walks if she wants to

She gave you a hair pin that looks like a spider lily and well

You felt a bit touch and very much flustered at that

Other than that, she’s a great companion

Lady Yae is someone you would like to get away from

With her constant teasing and her pranks, you don’t think that you can handle her

Somehow, no matter where you try to hide, she’s able to find you and you tease you no Matter what

Let just say, she scares you

Yoimiya is one cheerful person, she kinda reminds you of Tanjiro but different from him at the same time

She would show you her fireworks and would treat you food sometimes and once offer to made a firework inspired from you

The Raiden shogun…

You have mix feelings about her..

You understand the feeling of losing the people close to you and doesn’t want it to happen again but…

Is it really worth it with your own people in a mental state or worse?

You don’t know what to feel about her or what to say to her…

Kujou Sara is a strict one,

She’s devoted to the Raiden shogun and well, you weren’t that comfortable with her either…

She reminds you of you on the battle field and somehow…

You hate it

Kokomi is a calm person,

She would talk to you and would also give you some treats

You would give her some advice if she ever struggling on something

Gorou is someone you want to pet

You never met a person with dog tails and ears so you were very curious on how soft they feel

Both of you would enjoy each other company by either sit at somewhere while playing with his hair or talk

Other then that, his ears are very soft

The balladeer…

You hate him

You hated how he gave the delusion on resistance and how he knows what will happen

Yet he doesn’t seem to care…

You wanted to kill him.. you want him dead

Little did you know…

The balladeer seems happy seeing you like this

The death of La signora…

You couldn’t help but feel guilty…

You know how it was in the deal but

You were one of the cause of her death

Inazuma reminds you of your home and you hated it…

Let’s go back to liyue to prepare for Sumeru…

[oceanblueeyesoul]

hi hi!! can I req a matchup for -> Wednesday, Descendants, and Stranger Things!!

I'm syd, ofc, I use he/she pronouns (gender fluid) , I'm about 5'5, I dress between grundge + and skater tbh— i have brown hair, VERY thick it's insane, with two blonde stripes at the front of my hair. I have blue green eyes, they switch what color they are randomly. That's about it!!

Personality wise, I'm very shy at first (except on the internet tho interacting makes me nervous!!) I have very extreme emotional changes, like something minor will happen and I won't get out of bed for awhile 😭

In INFP and creative type, as I told you :))

I'm a huge hopeless romantic, I love the idea of being in love but never have been!! I'm really bad at meeting new people, so that's why I've never been with anyone. I have 1 friend in real life and that's it honestly

I have a lot of opinions but I'm very open minded, as long as opinions are harmful to anyone. I'm VERY into shows I like, I mean they're my whole personality until I'm no long interested in it

I'm a huge horror fan, specifically old cheesey horror movies!! And I've always been really interested in having a close group of like 5 friends like they do in the movies. And I love collecting anything horror

My cat is the absolute loml so he always comes first as well,, I'm not a huge cat person but I'm a huge my cat person

I love love love music, and art

I love to draw, paint, bleach clothes, all sorts of things like that. But I don't really go out and tell everyone because its not that important to my personality (though I draw in front of anyone who stays around long enough)

I honestly just really love being able to talk to someone about me and them without them getting bored of me + i like to live in the moment the future TERRIFIES me so I love to do spontaneous things all the time

Thank you so so much!! <3

Hi there, Syd! I really hope you like this a lot!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS!

The two of you would treat your pet cat like a queen she is and Wednesday would love to pet your cat's fur a lot than she has anticipated.

The two of you would watch horror movies together a lot and you guys like to discuss theories about the murders and killers that did it in the movies.

She would definitely love to hear your opinions on everything because you are her soft spot in the world.

INTJ x INFP soulmates!

Descendants Matchups

Your Descendants soulmate is...

MAL BERTHA!

The two of you would definitely be drawing and painting together because the two of you are each other's muses and individual art projects.

She would definitely love your fashion style because it is rather different from the others here in Auradon and thought it was totally cool indeed.

The two of you would do spontaneous things all the time it is pretty ridiculous but you guys loves doing spontaneous things because it keeps you guys full of life and having fun with each other.

ISFP x INFP lovebirds!

Stranger Things Matchups

Your Stranger Things soulmate is...

ROBIN BUCKLEY!

The two of you would definitely be watching horror movies to watch on your date night and the two of you would discuss theories about the murder and who is the killer that caused the murder.

She would love cats a lot so when she first met your pet cat, she immediately picks up the cat and starts to pet the car lovingly and your pet cats starts to love Robin.

The two of you would be dancing and singing along to the songs to all kinds of music you guys want to listen to during the day and at night time as well.

INTP x INFP sweethearts!

[mcjeanalds]

i am in desperate need of posting so here are some random headcanons about my main 9!! (i'll do like at least 2 each, some may have more)

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- connie would be the kid with the speaker in his bag (public school kids, y'all know exactly who i'm talking about)

- eren went through an eyeliner phase. in public? no, but he would just sit around with eyeliner on

- never give sasha the aux because she would just blast "tia tamera" by doja cat on full volume while screaming the lyrics with the windows open

- levi loves cats, he like...,. relates to them? idk but he sees himself in cats and thinks they're adorable n shit

- mikasa has cried to multiple different mitski songs, even ones she can't even relate to (she's just like me fr fr)

- sasha and connie always gaslight jean by making up scenarios and being like "omg remember when..." and jean gets so anxious and thinks he's losing his memory

- erwin really wants a cool sleeve of tattoos but won't do it because he remembers that tattoos are permanent and removing them is painful and expensive

- hange owns a cowboy hat for absolutely no reason, but when they remember they have it, they don't take it off for like a week

- armin, eren, and mikasa fucking love dancing even though they're horrendous at it, and they don't even actually dance, they kinda just jump around and head bang to whatever song is playing (it's cute tho <3)

- sasha is a sucker for squishmallows, especially the food shaped ones

- hange is definitely, not exactly a stoner, but an avid smot poker and is always willing to share

- mikasa can play guitar!! not that well, but she can still play better than everyone else!!

- armin keeps a picture of his pet in his wallet in case he ever feels down and needs to cheer up a bit

- eren's guilty pleasure is astrology. he's not super into it and he doesn't understand everything, but sometimes he'll just be like "oh of course she's a taurus" or some shit

- levi owns so much jewelry. like.... so much. and it's all silver. this mf has rings and necklaces and bracelets and is so tempted to get his ears pierced too

- connie bites. like if him and his friends are like fake fighting/wrestling, he will bite. not hard, but he'll do it

- jean's hair is super fucking soft, regardless of how sweaty or gross he might be

- erwin is great with kids, but not babies. like someone will ask him to hold their baby and he'll like place it under his armpit and just keep it there

- hange has the worst sense of humor– corrupt gen z humor. like y'know that one picture of the horse without legs on the ground and it's captioned "ground beef"? yeah that kinda shit

- armin collects funko pops of all his favorite shows/movies and has all of his all-time favorite characters out of the box on a separate shelf

- levi has baby soft skin regardless of any wounds or scars, and he doesn't even have like a super specific skin care routine or anything

- sasha, jean, and connie all play roblox together at like 3 am when they're drunk off of tiredness and everything is funny

- hange gets fascinated by things that are holographic and will buy it even if they're never gonna use it

- eren steals mikasa's phone and takes 4000 blurry and unflattering pictures on it. she always keeps the most humiliating ones

- armin and hange discuss fnaf lore. jean once caught them playing the first fnaf game together and then he got hooked too

- levi once got into a bad habit of calling things "camp" and then had to explain it to erwin. he was very confused

- jean and connie wanted to make their own nft. everyone immediately shut them down

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literally did this on a whim.,,, enjoy my little ackersluts