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hyperfixationstati0n · 1 year

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Just the Beginning

An: This deadass came to me in a dream. That's all I just needed to say that.

Pairing: Spencer x BAU!gn!reader

Content warnings: Its slow burn if you read it slow enough, literally just all fluff as usual

Word count: 1725

Summary: You and Spencer both have feelings for each other, but you're both avoiding it. One rainy day at the BAU changes all of that.

It was late. Later than usual. So late, that it was just you and Spencer left in the bullpen. You had both finished work hours ago, but you secretly wouldn’t admit it to the other so you could keep talking. At the moment, it was just comfortable silence. Which it usually was. Your desks are situated across from each other, Spencer fidgeting with a piece of paper and you clicking your pen rhythmically.

You had only been at the BAU for a few months, and in those few months, you managed to break Spencer Reid out of his shell. He actually seemed calm around you, which shocked even him. He had become secluded and didn’t always take well to new people. But he liked you. These days, he never seems to get any peace. Except when he was around you.

But he would never admit that.

As for you, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him the moment you sat across from him. Sure, at first he was quiet and rarely acknowledged you outside of when you were working on a case, but there was just something about him that caused you to want to strike up a conversation. Every day. It started out as a simple ‘Hello’ every morning, but eventually developed into small talk, which eventually developed into full-blown conversations. He opened up to you about his issues, he came to you when he was anxious. He felt safe around you, and you felt safe around him. The only times you ever felt truly at peace were around him.

But you would never admit that.

So that’s what led to the two of you being alone in the bullpen long after everyone had left. You were both in search of some peace. It was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. You were both staring out one of the windows, rain panging against it and creating a relaxing beat for the two of you. It seemed like forever before one of you spoke, and it happened to be Spencer.

“It’s really pouring out there,” Spencer says in a soft voice, almost speaking more to himself than to you. But you nod in agreement.

“Yeah…it is.” You whisper, tapping your pen against your desk. “I actually like the rain.” The last comment was almost an afterthought. You always felt like you didn’t have to think before you spoke around him. You could just speak freely and be yourself.

He turns his head towards you, and you can tell he’s smiling even though you’re still looking out at the falling rain.

“Yeah…I know what you mean. It's relaxing to hear it from the inside.” For once he doesn’t have a statistic or a fact to go along with it. Just softly speaking his mind. That's one of the things you loved about him.

You nod and smile a little. You hear his foot tapping on the floor, a telltale sign he had something on his mind. Before you could even ask what was wrong, he starts speaking. His voice was even softer than before, almost like he was scared someone else would hear, even though it was just the two of you.

“You…make me feel normal. I never really feel normal.” He pauses and looks up at you. “Do you know what I mean?”

You smile softly and finally turn your head to look at him. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

A few more minutes of silence. Your pen clicking. His foot tapping. The rain against the window. It was a melody of noises that somehow was relaxing. Yet you couldn't help but feel the pit in your stomach growing. It was like butterflies but worse. You knew the feeling but tried to play it off.

You couldn’t be falling for him…right?

When you look over at him staring out the window and your heart immediately starts beating a little faster, you know it's time to go. You couldn’t be around him anymore because you might admit something you’d regret. You slowly start to pack up your things and only acknowledge it when he notices and looks at you, with what you can only describe as the biggest doe eyes you'd ever seen.

“I should head home…” You say softly, gripping the strap of your bag. He looks a little disappointed at the suddenness but also understands.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” He asks, beginning to stand. It was part of the routine you both had. But tonight…you couldn’t. You needed to be away from him. You didn’t want to hurt him. Or worse, you didn’t want to lose him. You slowly shake your head, trying to hide the obvious anxiousness on your face.

“I’m ok…you don’t have to go out there and get all wet.”

He looks sadder this time but nods. You both say goodbye, and you rush out the door. You don’t stop rushing until you're in your car, having just narrowly avoided getting soaked. But you don’t start your car. You just sit there gripping the steering wheel, almost willing the car to start driving home by itself.

Why did you have to like him so much? Why did he have to be so kind and amazing and perfect?

You lay your forehead against the steering wheel, just trying to get your mind in order enough to stop freaking out and get the hell home. Yet, as much as you rushed to get away from him, all you wanted to do was walk back into that building and sit next to him. At the end of the day, he was still your best friend, and you just wanted to talk to him without having the overwhelming feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

You were just about to start your car when you heard someone calling your name. You look around, confused when your eyes meet a very wet Spencer walking toward your car. You immediately grab your jacket and hold it over your head, although it doesn’t do much to protect you from the torrential downpour falling down on both of you. You start to walk over to him, shivering in the cold as your blouse gets doused in rain.

“Spencer, what the hell are you doing out here? Are you ok?” You yell to him, walking until you’re only a foot apart.

“I saw your car still here after a few minutes…and I need to talk to you.” He looks nervous. Really nervous. His whole body seemed to be shaking-although you were sure that was mostly due to the weather.

“What is it?” You’re mostly concerned. What could be so important was that he ran out to catch you before you left, getting drenched in the process.

He pauses. For a long time. You almost ask again, to see if he had heard you, but he looks straight into your eyes. That shuts you up really fast. He seems to be struggling with what he wants to say. But his eyes were glued to you like you were the most important thing in the world, so he had your attention.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” He blurts out. Your jaw drops. There was no way he had just said that. Your heart is racing, the butterflies that caused you to leave now back tenfold. Your brain short-circuited trying to form a response. You had to speak fast, you were worried he would disappear in front of you if you didn’t confirm your feelings.

“Are you serious?” You had to confirm what you just heard. He looks back at you, nodding quickly.

“I probably seem insane, coming out here in all this rain. I know it could’ve waited until tomorrow or I could’ve called you. But I couldn’t. As soon as you left I knew I had to tell you. I just…I couldn’t wait for another second. And when I saw your car was still here…” He trails off mid-ramble. “Yes. I’m serious.”

You take that all in. It was a lot. But it was also exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Spencer…I feel the same way.” Your voice is soft, almost overpowered by the rain. You completely give up on your jacket, dropping it to your side to get closer to him. He looked overjoyed and relieved.

“Can I please kiss you?” He says, the smile evident in his voice. He carefully places his hands on your face, swiping away the rain.

You nod, and he crashes your lips together in a mind-melting kiss. It was slow, romantic, everything you had ever imagined.

It was also very wet. But that part didn’t exactly matter to either of you.

You both break away, the chill of the air not as bad now that your bodies were pressed together. He looks into your eyes as if you were the only person in the world. And maybe to him, at that moment, you were. The moment doesn’t last as long as you both would’ve liked, the sudden realization that you were standing in the middle of the BAU parking lot, completely soaked taking over instead.

“Get in the car!” You yell with a laugh. You both run into your car, dripping water all over the seats. You’d hate yourself for that later. Right now, it was just you and him, in the dryness of your car. It hits you all that just happened, and you look at him.

“Did we just-?”

“Yeah…I think so.” He says with a smile, running a hand through his hair, slicking it back in a way that makes your heart flutter at the sight.

“What do we do now?” You ask softly, your mind spinning yet again but now with a completely another set of problems-the biggest one being that you were both cold and wet and in your car. As usual, he reads your mind.

“Why don’t we start with getting dry…we’re probably ruining your car seats.”

You nod, smiling. You couldn’t stop smiling. You finally start your car, the heat blasting on and providing the both of you with some much-needed warmth. You look into his eyes, and there seems to be a new unspoken understanding between the two of you. This was just the beginning, and it would get a lot better from here.

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simping4villains · 1 year

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Here’s a part 2 of the Shigaraki oneshot I posted awhile back (since some of y’all were asking for it). I do have both parts posted on both my wattpadd and ao3 account under the same username (along with many other fics). I think i’m going to keep the story going, so check there for more regular updates! <3

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Warning: Sexual content

It had been a couple of weeks since that night in Tomura's apartment. You'd been avoiding him, not responding to his texts and dodging his calls, but he started threatening to stop by your apartment or the elementary school you taught at to check on you, so you finally agreed to see him.

He asked you to meet up with him at the South entrance of the mall where you'd first met. He was wearing the same black hoodie he'd worn on that day. Originally, you had thought he was just introverted and anxious, but now you realized that he probably wore it in an attempt to hide his identity. He didn't want to be recognized in public and have the heroes called in.

God, what an idiot you'd been. You were too naive, too trusting. Now you were in too deep.

"Y/n," he smiled when he saw you. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

Neither were you.

"Of course. I'm sorry if it feels like i've been ignoring you lately, i've just been so busy with my students," you lied. "It's almost winter break."

Tomura had never shown any signs that he'd be violent toward you, but you still weren't sure what he was truly capable of. You'd tried to do research on him and his villain group, but the media didn't have a ton of information. It seemed like he hadn't had any sort of life before the league—not one that you could find, at least.

"It's alright," he said, though you weren't sure if he really believed you or not.

"So, what are we doing? Your text was pretty cryptic."

"I was thinking we could grab a drink and talk."

You were confused. You'd never known Tomura to have much of a taste for alcohol. "Um, I'm not so sure there are any bars in the mall."

"That's okay, I know a place." He turned and started walking down the sidewalk, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Come on."

Alarms were going off on your head. He wasn't giving you enough information. You didn't like not knowing where he was taking you. Then again, you weren't sure how he would react if you refused to follow him. What choice did you have but to play along?

He led you to a bus stop, which only made you feel even more unsettled. When the bud arrived, you took note that it was headed for the Kamino Ward. It wasn't a place you were very familiar with.

Walking through the streets, you tried to guess which bar Tomura was bringing you to, but he kept passing them by. Eventually, the streets became less lively and more deserted. Many of the buildings looked abandoned, including the one that he finally stopped in front of.

"Well, here it is."

"I don't understand, is it like a speak easy or something?"

He gave an amused laugh. "I guess you could say that."

He slipped through the boards that covered the busted door, urging you to follow him. Against your better judgment, you did. The room inside was battered and covered in dust.

"There's nothing here."

"It's downstairs."

You started to feel nauseous. Had his plan been to just kill you all along? Did he not think he could let you live now that you knew who he was?

"Tomura, it's getting late, maybe I should get going. I promised my aunt that I'd stop by tonight. I don't want her to worry."

It was another lie, but he didn't have to know that. You wanted him to think you had places to be, people who would notice if you didn't show up, didn't answer their texts and calls. Your aunt had met Tomura before, so she'd probably give his name to the police if you went missing.

Then again, what had the police been able to do to stop him up to this point?

His smile dropped. You'd never seen him look so hurt. "I knew it. You really are afraid of me."

"Tomura, that's not it at all."

"Then just trust me. Please. Don't leave yet."

You nodded. "Okay."

What else could you say? What else could you do? If he thought you were a flight risk, that might only cause him to kill you sooner.

The two of you crossed the room to a door, which he opened to reveal a closet. You braced for an impact, thinking maybe he would use your confusion as a means to distract you while he knocked you out. Instead, he reached out to the back wall of the closet and pushed it forward, revealing it to be a hidden door. Beyond it was a set of stairs that led to the basement. As soon as he revealed this secret entrance, he pulled a hand out of his pocket and put it over his face. It was part of his villain costume—you remembered the chills it gave you when you'd first seen it on that special news report.

You followed him down and were surprised to find that there really was a bar in the basement of this abandoned building. There were a few people in the room, but the person who caught your attention was the man standing behind the counter, polishing a glass. His body appeared to be made of smoke or something. He looked up at the two of you as you entered.

"Ah, young master Shigaraki, you've returned."

A man sitting at the bar in a skin-tight suit turned toward the two of you. "Yeah, and it looks like he brought a friend. Who the hell is this, boss?!"

The girl sitting beside him, who couldn't have been more than 17, tilted her head and smiled. "Is she a new recruit?"

Tomura shifted awkwardly. You could feel the way he tensed with embarrassment. "This is Y/n. We've been seeing each other for a while now and I thought it was time for her to meet you."

"The boss has a girlfriend? Get it, boss!"

The girl hopped off of the stool she'd been perched on, running over to circle around you and size you up. "What a cutie! I wonder what your blood tastes like?"

Tomura wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him in a protective manner. "Maybe this was a mistake."

The girl laughed. "Oh, don't worry, boss! We're going to be best friends." She beamed at you. "My name's Toga."

The man in the suit hopped up to join you all. "And I'm Jin. But my villain name is Twice because I can duplicate myself and make copies of other people! I don't know if i'm the real deal or just a clone!"

"Don't overwhelm her," Tomura warned, his eyes narrowing at them between the fingers of the hand he wore.

"Oh, no, we wouldn't want to scare her off," one of the other members piped up from the corner of the room, his tone sarcastic. "God knows how hard it is for you to get a date."

You hadn't noticed him before, which seemed shocking now that your gaze met his. His body was covered in what looked like burn scars and even from across the room you could tell he had the most piercing blue eyes you'd ever seen. His demeanor was fairly casual, but still conveyed that he wasn't someone you'd want to mess with. He was a bit terrifying.

Any embarrassment Tomura felt was quickly melting into rage. It seemed he and this other league member didn't get along too well. Despite whatever internal conflict you were facing, you couldn't help but feel bad for him in that moment. Your hand brushed the one he had on your waist, just long enough for him to understand that it had been on purpose and that you'd intended for it to comfort him.

"Just ignore him," Tomura mumbled. "It's what the rest of us do."

"So, what's your quirk?" Toga asked, trying to shift the attention away from the other man.

Twice cut you off before you could answer. "Are you going to join the league? You totally should!"

You looked between Toga and Twice. You had been ready for Tomura to kill you, but nothing could have prepared you for this. "Oh, I—"

"No," Tomura snapped. "She's just here to better understand our cause."

You could feel the silent rage radiating off of him. In his eyes, these two had crossed a line by inviting you to be a part of the league. If it was something you'd decided for yourself, he would have welcomed you with open arms, but he wanted to protect you, and he knew that you would be safest if the heroes never found out about you.

The man in the corner scoffed. "Of course she isn't joining the league. Look at her. She probably couldn't keep up with us."

Tomura's fingers dug into your hip. He was trying to hold himself back, to keep his composure. If this man had been insulting him, he could've just ignored it, or even come back with his own sarcastic retort, but when it came to you—well, it was harder for him to brush it off.

"Y/n," the man behind the bar called. "Come and sit. Would you like some tea? I've always got it ready for master Shigaraki."

"Tea would be lovely," you smiled, glad for someone to diffuse the sudden tension.

You took a seat at the bar, trying to ignore whatever lecture Tomura was giving Twice and Toga about the way they'd ambushed you. You wondered whether or not the other man would get a lecture too. He didn't seem like someone who would really listen. . . or care.

"Sorry about them," the man said as he pushed a cup of tea across the bar to you. "Some of the newer members are so full of charisma. And Dabi, well, he's. . ."

"It's alright. I'm sure they mean well," you replied, forcing a smile. "I didn't catch your name."

"It's Kurogiri."

"Kurogiri," you repeated. "How did you end up becoming a bar tender for the league of villains?"

He laughed. "I am not just a mere bartender. It is my job to keep Tomura Shigaraki safe. I am his sworn protector."

"I didn't think the leader of the league of villains would need protecting."

"There are plenty of people who want to see his downfall—heroes and villains alike. Most don't agree with his mission."

You were about to ask what his mission was when you felt three fingers gripping your shoulder, telling you that Tomura wanted to leave.

"Kurogiri, I'll be in my room if you need me. Come on, Y/n."

He led you through the bar and down a hallway, stopping at the very last door. His room at the league's hideout was smaller than the one in his apartment, and somehow even less decorated. It was very reminiscent of a college dorm, though he had a full-size bed. On his desk you noticed he had a photo strip of the two of you that you'd taken on one of your very first dates. Besides this, his desk was almost completely bare.

"I'm sorry about them," he said as he took a seat on the bed, removing the hand from his face and setting it on the nightstand. "Maybe bringing you here was a mistake after all." His fingers found their way to his neck, mindlessly scratching lines in familiar tracks.

You moved to sit beside him, gently pulling his hand away from his reddening skin to hold it palm-up in your lap. "Toga and Twice seemed nice."

"I just thought maybe if you met everyone then you would see that we aren't as bad as the heroes make us out to be. You'd see that you don't have to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afrai—"

"Stop," he said, his eyes pinching shut like the words pained him to hear. "I feel like you can barely look at me now. You think I wouldn't hesitate to kill you, that your death would be just as meaningless to me as those who have died as collateral—a small sacrifice for my cause."

You didn't know what to say. You had hoped you'd been convincing enough, but Tomura had seen through it. He could tell things had changed between you. Your heart was racing now, wondering what he would do.

He turned to you, his eyes soft and pleading. "I would never do anything to hurt you, y/n—and I would gladly kill anyone who tried. I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you."

You swallowed, searching his eyes for any sign of deception, but ultimately decided that this was the truth. He didn't bring you here to kill you, he just wanted you to understand him.

"Kurogiri mentioned that a lot of people don't agree with your 'mission.' What is it you're doing?"

"I want to destroy the world that we live in. You don't know what's going on, so you don't understand how wretched it really is. From the ashes, I'll build a new world—similar to what you believe ours to be."

You had never seen this side of him before. He sounded so. . . evil. "But why do you have to destroy things first? Why can't you just try to make things better?"

He shook his head, pulling his hand away from you. "Society is too far gone. There is no 'making things better' as it stands. We need a fresh start, and I can give it to us."

You nodded slowly, processing everything he was saying. "And what would this new world of yours look like?"

"No more heroes who are only after the pay and praise of a job well done. Just people. People allowed to live their lives without being forced to worship these corrupt imposters."

You thought of your mother, who had been a hero and had died saving others. Had she really been so bad? Had she done it for the wrong reasons? You'd be lying if you said there was never a time where you thought her sense of justice had been selfish. Because of it you had grown up without a mother, without a father, isolated from the rest of the world, discouraged from using and training your quirk. You often wondered how different your life might look now if she had picked a different, more sensible career path.

He continued when you didn't respond. "No one is born a villain, they're created—they're spit out and shunned by this cruel world one too many times. I just want to live in a world where everyone is equal, where no one is treated differently for their quirks."

"Well, I guess. . . I guess that doesn't seem so bad."

He smiled and rested his forehead against yours, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw. "I don't want to live in that world without you by my side. I really do love you."

You held your breath and closed your eyes, weighing everything that he'd said. The man you'd spent the past few months with, Tomu, was sweet, shy, caring. Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the league of villains, had a reputation for being something else entirely—cold, ambitious, and merciless. Before, you couldn't have believed they really were the same person. Yet sitting here, listen to him speak, it all came together. And you hated yourself because, despite it all. . .

"I love you," you whispered, as if you were ashamed to say the words too loud, afraid that might somehow make them more real.

He pressed his lips to yours, winding his hand into your hair, always careful to keep at least one finger away from you. He'd missed you those past few weeks. He was worried he had lost you. He wanted you to know how much you meant to him—how much he needed you. He had been a mess without you, barely eating or sleeping. He would have fallen apart completely if you'd left. He needed you to know that.

"I thought i'd lost you," he whispered between kisses, his voice like a plea, begging you to keep proving him wrong.

Honestly, you'd thought he'd lost you, too. You had every intention of ending your relationship by avoiding him. Maybe it wasn't fair to do it that way given how long you'd been together, but after learning who he really was, you worried that if you met up with him to end things then he might overreact and become violent. You couldn't have predicted that seeing him would instead make you change your mind.

"I'm still here," you told him, feeling ashamed of yourself. What would Aunt Marci think if she knew you were in love with a villain?

He pulled you onto his lap so that you straddled him, wrapping his arms around your waist so you were caged to his chest. "Are you sure tou don't hate me?" He asked. "You aren't only here telling me the things I want to hear because you're afraid of me?"

You frowned. "I wish that were the case. It would make this all a lot easier."

"You don't want to want to be with me, right? To love me?"

"Right," you agreed, your voice barely audible. You were worried how he might react knowing you were so apprehensive.

His expression didn't change. He didn't erupt into a fit of anger. He brushed the tips of his fingers through your hair before ghosting them along your jaw. "Then i'll just have to keep giving you reasons to want me."

Your lips met again and you melted in his arms. He ran a hand up the back of your shirt, pressing four fingers into your back so that he held you closer. You gasped at his touch and he took the opportunity to catch your bottom lip between his teeth, lightly tugging at it. It was all a painful reminder that, despite everything, you still burned for him.

You were so weak.

He guided you back on the bed, spreading himself over you and bending to trail feather-light kisses along your neck. "I want to prove that you don't have to be afraid of me," he whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

"How are you going to do that?"

His teeth grazed along your neck. "I'll show you how gentle I can be."

"Tomura, I've already seen that side of you."

He lifted his head from your neck to meet your gaze. He was smirking. God, he was so beautiful. "Not like this."

You didn't even realize he'd grabbed your shirt until it disintegrated around you, flitting away from your body and leaving you feeling vulnerable beneath him, guarded only by the thin lace bra you wore.

He ran his fingers along the edge of it, humming to himself. "Pretty. I don't want to ruin it."

You frowned. "You know, I really wish you wouldn't ruin any of my clothes."

That made him laugh. He thought you were cute when you were mad. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it upset you so much. I just like giving you reasons to wear mine instead."

"I don't have a problem with wearing yours, I just don't want to have to keep spending money on clothes that actually fit me just for you to make them disappear in seconds."

"That's fair." He pressed his lips to your chest before trailing soft kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. "But it really is so much quicker to decay them," he said as he fiddled with your belt and zipper.

You lifted your hips to help him guide your pants off of your legs. You were surprised when he dragged your panties along with them, exposing you to him. He ran the tips of his fingers down your thighs before settling between your legs. Your breath hitched at the sight alone.

He wove his arms under your legs so that he could grip your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your heart raced as you felt his breath against your core.

"Are you gonna make it?" He asked. "You're looking a bit flustered."

"Will you quit teasing me?"

He flashed a devilishly playful smile. "I'm not teasing you. I fully intend to give you everything you want. It's not my fault if you lack patience."

He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, the rough cracks of his lips creating enough friction to make your toes curl, but it was the soft warmth of his tongue against you that finally drew a moan from your throat. He hummed his satisfaction, which only added to the sensations as he continued exploring your heat with his mouth.

"Tomura, fuck. . ."

Your hand moved to grip his hair, needing something to ground you in reality as pleasure overtook your body and clouded your mind. His tongue moved faster against your clit, rushing you closer to your orgasm. It wasn't long before you completely fell apart, pulling at his hair and crying out his name. Once you'd gotten past the peak of your climax, he moved to lay next to you. He propped himself up on his elbow and lazily ran a few fingers through your hair.

"I'm surprised," you said.

"What do you mean?"

"No games."

"I told you."

"Maybe you aren't so evil after all," you joked.

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. "Don't tell the others."

"I dunno, you might have to buy my silence," you teased.

"What's your price?"

You snaked a hand behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss, hooking your leg over his hip at the same time so you could press his body against yours. He smirked against your lips, chuckling to himself.

You broke away from him. "What?"

"Was that your answer?"

You avoided the question, instead tugging at his shirt. "This isn't fair. I'm practically naked."

"So that's a yes?"

"Will you just shut up and take your clothes off?"

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head at you. "So impatient. We'll have to work on that."

Despite his chastisement, he listened. He pulled his clothes off and threw them next to yours on the floor before reaching behind you to unhook your bra. His hands covered your breasts, careful as always to keep at least one finger off of you. Then, he leaned into your chest and replaced one of your hands with his mouth, sucking bruises on your skin and flicking his tongue against your nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to contain a moan, not wanting to seem anymore desperate, but it just became a whimper in your throat. You felt him smile against your chest and move his free hand down to between your legs. You were so wet that he slid two fingers in you like it was nothing. He scissored them back and forth, stretching you out as he continued toying with your nipples. You couldn't contain yourself any longer. You tugged at his hair as you moaned his name.

"What is it, baby?" He asked.

You grabbed at his hip, trying to pull him closer to you.

"You want something?"

"Stop teasing me. You said no games."

He feigned a sudden realization. "Ohh, you want me in here?" He thrusted his fingers deeper into you, making sure to curl them over your g-spot and drag another moan from your throat.

"Fuck. Yes."

He kissed your forehead. "Of course, baby."

With the hand that was on your chest, he steadied himself on the bed, and with the other he lined his tip up with your entrance. There were no games. He didn't tease you, he didn't make you beg, he just eased himself in until you were completely filled. You arched against him and dug your nails into his shoulders, loving the feeling of him stretching you out.

"Am I good to move?" He asked after a moment, gently brushing his nose against yours.

You nodded.

He slowly pulled his hips back before sinking into you again, repeating the motion over and over until he found a good rhythm.

His movements were different this time. Before, he had seemed desperate, slamming into you at a rough pace. Now, his stokes were slow, controlled, passionate—like he was using his body to show you all of the things he couldn't say out loud. He was begging you to stay, to love him, to give him a chance to be the person you'd originally thought he was.

And despite all of the alarms going off in your head, you knew you would.

You could feel the knot building once more in the pit of your stomach. He was pushing you closer to the edge with each languid movement, and you could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer too.

At one point he paused and grabbed one of the pillows from the bed, lifting your hips and setting you back down on it. The new angle that it provided was absolutely euphoric. He reached deeper than before, rolling his hips so that he hit all of the right spots.

"Tomura," you moaned.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yes."

"Are you close?"

You nodded.

"You wanna cum with me?"

"Please," you begged.

"I gonna count you down, alright?"

"Okay."

"Five."

He moved his hand between you.

"Four."

He started drawing quick circles over your clit with his thumb.

"Three."

You could feel your pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

"T-fuck-two."

You dug your nails into his skin, arching against him.

"One."

You both fell apart, panting and moaning as you let your pleasure wash over you. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss before moving down your neck, trying to cover every inch of your skin. He wanted you to understand how much he loved you—how much he worshipped you. He wouldn't let you go so easily.

The two of you cleaned up and Tomura gave you another sweatshirt to borrow since he'd decayed your shirt. There was no bathroom attached to his room, so you had to go down the hall. You hadn't taken more than two steps on your way back to his room when you heard a mocking voice.

"Ohhh, Tooomura," He said in a tone meant to mimic your own. "God, it's fucking pathetic."

You turned to see the man from before—the one who'd been a jerk to you in the bar—leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks felt hot—a combination of rage and embarrassment. Had he been listening in on you two?

"It's Dabi, right?" You asked. "Look, I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but will you just leave me the hell alone?"

He kicked off of the wall, closing the distance between you and getting in your face. "My problem is you. I've got big plans for my future and the league can help me see them through, but not if you're here. You're too much of a distraction. You'll just end up making Shigaraki soft—him and the rest of the league."

"I'm not trying to be a distraction," you insisted.

"Oh, please," he scoffed. "It's only a matter of time before you brainwash Shigaraki into thinking that what we're doing is pointless. Love is like a fucking poison."

He shoved past you and disappeared down the hallway. You must've seemed off when you got back to Tomura's room because a look of concern quickly spread across his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine," you replied, clenching and unclenching your fists as you kept your gaze trained on the floor. You were trying to keep your anger from bubbling over and causing you to do something stupid. How could Dabi think you were bad for Tomu? You wouldn't make him soft. You wouldn't make him give up on the world he was trying to create—a world where everyone was equal. Why would you?

"Are you sure?"

You finally looked up at him. Your determination was radiating off of you as you announced: "I want to join the league."

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midnightsnyx · 1 year

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hi queen! could you do “marry me?” with m tkachuk please? 🫶

Hi love!!❤️ Thank you for this request cause I’m a sucker for proposals and I love matty t🫶🏻 I hope you like it!!

The first time someone asked when you and Matt were going to get married was when you turned 21. You’d been dating since you were 19 and you personally weren’t in a rush to get married and as far as you could tell, neither was Matt. You were content with your relationship.

That didn’t stop people from constantly bringing it up as the years went by. It was mostly older family members who thought that the two of you should be married by now after dating for so long and it didn’t bother you, until it did.

“Maybe he’s just not the kind to want to be tied down,” one of your friends said idly, giving you a sympathetic smile. She wasn’t usually one to bring up the topic but she was talking about it more than usual lately.

“We’ve been dating for almost 6 years,” you mumbled, trying not to think too much about it.

She shrugged, “maybe you should ask him about it if it’s bothering you.”

Asking him about it was probably the adult thing to do, but you were hesitant. If you brought it up and he turned you down, you were pretty sure you’d die of embarrassment. It was bothering you though, enough that Matt began to notice something was off.

The two of you were visiting his parents during the summer before you went back to Florida for the hockey season. When he signed with the Panthers, there was a big argument whether you would move with him or not. Even though you were living together in Calgary and had been for a few years, you didn’t know if you wanted to uproot your life and move. It was the worst fight that you’d had during your entire relationship and at one point, you were sure you would break up. You both had to take a break so he went to stay with one of his teammates and after a couple weeks, you realized that you didn’t like being away from him for so long and not speaking to him. So, 10 o’clock in the night, you were going to Johnny’s to see Matt but as soon as you opened the door of your apartment, Matt was standing there already, ready to knock. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a guilty look on his face. The two of you sat down that night and talked about the situation, and you eventually decided to try Florida and if you weren’t happy there, you would work something out. You ended up loving it and even though you missed your friends, you were glad to have moved with him.

During the off season, you usually spent it with his parents so on the last night of your stay, Chantal cooked a big meal and you all sat around the fire that night. It was nice, spending time with his family who had accepted you from the very start and you were sad to be leaving so you sat with Chantal and chatted. Matt was talking to his dad, throwing glances your way every now and then. Keith seemed in a better mood than usual, grinning at his son and you wondered what they were talking about.

As the night progressed, eventually you and Matt decided to go to bed due to an early flight. He seemed jittery as you both got ready for bed and you knew something was up so when he finally got in bed, you pinned him down with a look.

“What’s going on?”

He tried to feign innocence but you knew better.

“You’ve been acting weird all evening,” you said, raising an eyebrow when he looked away.

“Just anxious to get back home,” he replied easily but you were too stubborn to let it slide so you pulled out the big guns.

“Matty,” you pouted, smiling when he groaned and sighed. He gave you a look, before crawling out of bed and walking over to his suitcase, digging around for something. He hid it when he walked back to the bed and your heart sped up, wondering if it was what you thought it was.

“I was gonna do something romantic,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed but turned towards you. He grinned, a little crooked and opened his hand, offering an engagement ring to you. It was beautiful and exactly your style. “I wanted to propose back in Calgary, before we left but I guess it didn’t feel like the right time with everything that was going on. I didn’t want you to think that I was proposing as a way to manipulate you to come to Florida with me. I wanted that to be your decision.”

“So, with all that said, marry me?” He asked, and you didn’t hesitate to let him take your left hand in his and slide the ring on your finger.

(and if taryn, brady, keith and chantal were listening to the proposal from the other side of the door, well, you couldn’t blame them.)

((alternate but kind of creepy ending: brady filming the proposal from the window and falling off the ladder because taryn was a terrible spotter))

#hockey imagines #nhl fanfiction #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #allies writing #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #nhl blurb #matthew tkachuk fanfic #matthew tkachuk blurb #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk fanfiction #allie answers #allies 💌

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jaybirdss · 2 years

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Hey there✨ I was wondering if ud be willing to write headcanons for the ninja with an s/o that often gets overwhelmed with crowds n generally is socially anxious? I understand tho if that's something u are not be comfortable with

Either way I wish you all a wonderful day✨

(and thank you sm for creating this blog, it's a pleasure to read ur guys' writing📖)

content warning, anxiety and panic attacks

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I just speed ran it and i'm pretty happy with how this came out. I know these aren't headcanons, I started doing this and...didn't want to change it tbh. I hope you enjoy this anyway, thank you so much for requesting. gender neutral :) !!-Ro🛼

Having known you for so long, the ninja were aware of your social anxiety, and have always tried to the best of their ability to avoid situations that were overwhelming with large crowds and loud noises. They switch up their routines to make you more comfortable such as going to the supermarket at a later hour so there would be less people, or calling in an order and going in to get it for you. They always do so without complaint, insisting it's not a big deal and that you're worth it. Of course, however, they can't always deviate from the plan, and sometimes there's no other way around than through a large, loud crowd of people.

COLE

Cole was no stranger to your rough mornings, the ones where you feared to leave the house, to get up and start your day paralyzed by the possibility of not being as productive as possible. On most days like these he could get you up with the promise of your favorite breakfast and helping you in whatever endeavor that was stressing you out. Today however, was one of the days where no matter what was said it felt hopeless. Cole sat by you, looking over you while you stared into space. "If you get up, you'll feel better" he reminded you, though it went in one ear and out the other. The only recognition you gave him that you heard him was a brief glance in his direction. Cole stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out how to help you get out of bed. A big dramatic sigh caught your attention, "I guess I have no choice then..." was all the warning you got before Cole flopped on top of you. You yelped, trying to pull yourself out from under him. "Time to bring out the tickle monster!" he yelled, sitting on top of you and digging into your sides. Without wanting to, you laugh and jerk around, fighting with him trying to push him off. You can't help rolling around and squealing and smiling so big your cheeks start to hurt. "Cole- st- stop!" you yell, grabbing at him. "Will you get out of bed?" he asks over your yelps and giggles. "Yes ! Yes I'll get up!" and immediately his fingers stop digging into your soft sides, opting instead to brush hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. You catch your breath slowly, your eyes creasing with your smile. "Come on, what do you want for breakfast?"

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NYA

Nya smiled, taking your hand in hers gently. "I'll be there the whole time, promise". As comforting as her voice was, looking from her eyes to the looming general store sign made your gut swell with anxiety all over again. You weren’t too prepared to go out today, it wasn’t set in your plans and Nya presented this so suddenly. It wasn’t her fault, of course. But the fault of the lack of eggs in the fridge needed for tonight’s dinner. You chewed your lip and looked at your feet. We’re you even presentable? You shifted your feet, covered by slippers, your fingers pinching at the large hoodie that framed you baggily, my god, was that a stain?-. "This is all we have to do today, in and out, then we can go home and watch movies all day." Nya reminded you, bringing you out of your little daze, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. The stress of making a decision on if you would go in the store or not only made you more anxious. You didn't want to disappoint her by not going in, but you didn't want to go in with her and be a burden. It was nothing new for Nya, a chance of being recognized, recognized would mean excess people. Between the pressure of making a choice and then having to live with that choice felt like life or death. Though of course it wasn't, and Nya tried to remind you of that, it just felt so intense. And now people were starting to stare, as you'd been stood in front of the store for a few minutes. After taking a deep breath, you took a long stride forward. Nya smiled encouragingly, though you couldn't see it with your head down…

Back in the car, Nya asked if she could hug you, aware you might be overstimulated. "I'm so proud of you! You did really well"

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KAI

Kai pushed through the thick crowd of people, one hand paving way for the two of you and the other holding yours tightly. It wasn't long before the two of you broke free, finding refuge on an empty side street. Whether or not it was empty wasn't something you noticed until Kai appeared in your direct line of vision. Panicked breaths drew in and out rapidly while you looked around. You weren't sure where you were, but it was apparent you were away from the crowd. You could still hear them but they sounded distant. Further inspection revealed it was just you and Kai some ways into a side street. Realizing you were alone, your thoughts started to clear up, the fog fading with the panic. You felt tears forming, a familiar stinging in your eyes. You welcomed them, thinking faintly that it's good to feel your emotions. Kai stood watching, waiting for you to ask if you needing something, or maybe needed a hug. He wasn't sure if he should touch you without asking, so he waited patiently in front of you. Your eyes closed and you reached forward, both of your hands gripping onto the front of his zip up jacket. The fabric offering a different feeling to focus on. Your hands ran up and down the fabric, feeling the cool metal of the zipper. A deep breath in, a deep breath out. You repeated these actions until you felt your heart settle and your mind empty. When you opened your eyes, Kai was right in front of you. He offered a small smile. "Can we go home?" you ask, a small smile cracking. Even though Kai had seen you through some of your worst, it was still a little embarrassing to let him see you so upset. He then smiled with you, with a soft loving glance he returned your soft tone. "Yeah, do you wanna order take out or something?"

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JAY

Jay knocked on your bedroom door with his knuckles, hearing a grunt from the otherside. His brows furrowed, and he called your name. "I'm coming in okay?" he received another grunt. jay wasn't sure what he was expecting when he opened your door, but it definitely wasn't all your belongings to be all over the floor and bed. Nestled between clothes and books and trash was you, curled up in your bed staring at the wall. Jay closed the door, and made his way over to you stepping carefully between the mess. When he crouched to eye level he found your eyes glossed over with tears, and when you looked from the wall to him they leaked over and fell down your cheeks. Immediately Jay leaned forward, wiping your tears. This only made things worse. You started to sob violently, sitting up and clinging to Jay. He held you close, trying to thinking of what he could do for you. He settled on just holding you, rubbing your back and helping you regulate your breathing when you started to hiccup. Eventually, you calmed down enough to tell him what happened. "I just..I wanted to clean my room and I started and, and now I'm so overwhelmed I don't nuh-know what to do" you wailed, clinging to his shirt. Jay frowned. He'd gone though this very same thing many times, getting ahead of himself and then realizing he bit off more than he could chew. It was a stressful thing, looking around at all this mess and thinking you had to clean it up. "It's okay, I'll help you" he said finally. You pulled back sniffling "You don't have to do that Jay" he smiled, wiping a stray tear. "I know I don't have to, but I want to" Jay pulled the sleeve of his shirt over his hand, drying the rest of your face. "We'll do it in sections, tomorrow. You can sleep with me until your bed is sorted out"

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ZANE

You frowned, rifling through your closet looking for the shoes you planned your outfit with. You went through your whole closet twice but still couldn't find them. At this rate you would be late before you found them. You stomped out of the closet feeling that familiar warmth in your cheeks and the stinging of fresh tears. You sat down on your bed with a huff, one of your legs bouncing up and down. Zane walked in to ask if you were ready to go, stopping when he could see you were visibly upset. "Is something wrong?" he asked, walking closer. "Yes!" you exclaimed, letting your emotions leak into your voice. You winced. "Sorry, I just.." You paused, steadying your breathing before continuing. Zane sat next to you, a hand resting on your knee. "I planned my outfit with the shoes I can't find and I don't want to wear other shoes because they won't look as good and i don't have time to plan another outfit! But we'll be late at this point, and we can't be late" you rambled, finishing looking hopelessly at the floor. Zane hummed, "Well, what do the shoes look like?" After explaining the shoes to him, he stood up, pulling you with him. "Two people searching is faster than one" he smiled. After splitting up and looking in the living room and bathroom, and then under your bed the shoes were found. By the time the two of you found the shoes, your mood had improved. Zane made searching for the shoes less stressful with his positive remarks and playful attitude. He carried you to the car, saying if you wanted to be on time that you would have to put your shoes on in the car, though he later admitted to wanting to carry you. In the end you made it with just a few minutes to spare.

#lego ninjago x reader #zane julien x reader #kai smith x reader #nya smith x reader #jay walker x reader #cole brookstone x reader #gender neutral reader #ro🛼#gn reader #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago x reader #writing #cole brookstone #nya smith #kai smith #zane julien

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merrixmas · 9 months

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Didn't Know I Was Looking For Love

Title from the song Didn't know I was looking for love by everything but the girl.

Colleague Leon x Fem Reader

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend when you were in police academy and after that you weren't interested on finding love until you met Leon a few years later.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Part 1

(Just to clarify, you haven't really met Leon in this part yet. Though you're familiar with the name because you both trained in the same police academy)

You liked this guy in for a very long time, you two known each other since highschool, you would go study together, pick eachother as partners in projects and stuff. And after finding out you two are going to the same academy, you dated.

Your relationship with your boyfriend wasn't stable after a few months into dating. Before, you would spend time with him, he would take you on dates and even buy you cute stuff. But after a few months you frequently argued, you would apologize even if it was his fault. He even stopped giving you time, saying he is busy with his studies or other reasons.

Your heart aches, knowing he had no time for you, but not just that, he became a cold towards you. You noticed how close him and your best friend was becoming, they would study together and go to eachother's houses. He was only sweet in the beginning. Turns out he was cheating on you with your best friend.

"Y/n, It's not what it looks like!" He said, fixing his shirt. You caught them both making out in a parking lot outside a mall.

"I know what I saw asshole! I'm not blind!" Your blood boiled with anger, slapping him and your so called best friend. "I'm breaking up with you." You stormed off, hearing your ex boyfriend plead for you to stay but you ignored it. After that, you focused on your studies, contented with being alone. You promised to yourself that you wouldn't date anyone ever again.

After graduating the police academy, you requested an assignment to work for the Raccoon City Police Department because of the known murders taking place there. You got there as early as you could. Entering the department, you were greeted by the cold air, you scanned the area, seeing some police officers waving at you.

You waved back with a fainted smile. "Hi there!" You turned around to see a female officer smiling at you

"Oh hello" you responded with a nervous voice, fidgeting with my hands.

"You're the rookie right? I'm Rita, Rita Philips" extending their hand to offer a handshake

"I'm Y/n" You introduced, then taking her hand to a handshake.

"What a beautiful name, C'mon we prepared a little something for you and another rookie!" She said in an excited manner.

You then followed her to the west office while having a small chat, you were surprised of how big the station was. You felt excited yet Anxious. When Rita opened the door, you were greeted by the officers there. You thanked them to express your gratitude.

Looking up you saw a welcome sign saying "Welcome Leon and Y/N". In curiosity, you asked Rita who Leon was.

"Oh he's the other rookie, though he's not here yet." Rita Replied. You were familiar with the name but didn't really pay much attention to it as some of the officers approached you, asking about your story and why you wanted to be a police officer. They were very interested and wanted to know you better.

You were enjoying the party until you heard some screaming and gunshots outside the office. You and the other officers rushed out to see what was going on. You saw people getting bitten, blood was all over the place.

"What the fuck is going on?!" You screamed in terror, seeing the people with missing limbs or parts standing up and attacking other people. Seeing an officer about to get attacked, you looked around then saw a glass shard, using it as a weapon then stabbing the corpse on the heart but it didnt seem to care, acting like it was nothing

"Look out!" Rita warned, you looked behind you to see a bloody looking corpse running towards you. You kicked the corpse that you stabbed then dodged swiftly, staying close to Rita. "it's not safe here, c'mon!" You followed Rita to the 2nd floor armory then locking the door behind you both.

"What is happening.." Rita murmured, confused and shaking in fear.

"I don't know Rita.. Looks like something straight from a horror movie..." You said while looking around for supplies.

"You're right.. do you think it's zombies? I mean, I literally saw someone that got shot then acted like it was nothing until they got shot in the head" Rita said, unlocking the code then getting weapons from the armory.

"Then I guess we have to shoot them in the head" I said while looking through the crack on the door, .

"Take this Y/N you'll need it" Rita said, handing me a combat knife, pistol and ammunition.

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible, and get help.." I went to a locker nearby, having Rita to open it for me then I put on some gear for protection.

"We can only go through the fire escape or the entrance.. It's not gonna be easy" Rita replied with the slightest hope of getting out safely.

"Let's make a run for it to the entrance, it's worth the shot" Rita nodded then got ready to face the zombies. You looked through the crack on the door again to see if the coast is clear, when you were sure that it was clear, you two went out quietly, then saw that there were some zombies at the main hall.

You whispered to Rita that you two just make a run for it than shooting them because it'll attract more zombies. You inhaled deeply, getting ready to sprint down the stairs then out the entrance. After a few seconds you gestured that you go now, you both sprinted down the stairs, dodging the zombies then went out the entrance. You both panted as you got out safely. But looked shocked when you saw what happened outside, crashed cars everywhere with fire all over the buildings and more zombies.

#leon kennedy #eventual smut #slow burn #fluff #resident evil 2 #resident evil #smut #leon kennedy x reader

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stardewstardropthoughts · 2 years

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Could you do how the bachelors would react to you opening up about your selfharm scars?☺️

Yeah for sure! This one’s gonna be below this cut simply because it can be triggering for some people, a reminder for you all, I love you! Remember to drink some water, have a snack and take your meds if you have them! 💙

Content warnings: talks of self harm and mental health, gender neutral reader

The bachelors react to reader opening up about their self harm scars

Harvey:

Has your doctor, he’s absolutely concerned about your mental health and how your doing

Has your partner? He’s extra extra concerned

Asks how old they are, how well you took care of them, how your doing now

Will offer to set you up with a therapist if you want to see one but won’t force you to

Even if Theyer pretty old he’ll probably keep an eye on you a bit more now just so he can catch any warning signs of slipping back into those dark thoughts and places

He’s very soft spoken when asking his questions though, he doesn’t want you to feel as though you’ve done something wrong and he’s certainly not trying to scold you

He’s very sad that you had once felt the need to do this but coming from a medical stand point he does understand why people often turn down that route

High key tears up at the thought of you hurting yourself in the past though

He just loves you and wants you to be safe and know that you can talk to him about anything, he won’t judge

Sam:

Catch this man sobbing honestly, he doesn’t wanna do that infront of you though because he doesn’t want you to feel responsible for his emotions

He asks a lot of questions so he can understand why you felt the need to do that, what things were happening in your life, what you do now if you get those intrusive thoughts clawing their way back into your mind

Asks if you want him to set you up an appointment with Harvey to get a recommendation for a therapist

Respects your wishes if you don’t want to see a therapist of course

Will also keep a close eye on you for the next little while, he wants to be there for you if you need him and he wants you to know you can rely on him

Elliott:

He’s confused mostly, and sad that you would have come to a point in life where you had felt the need to harm yourself

Would ask about it, has gently has he can in a soft voice to avoid making you anxious

The type to kiss your scars I think but only if your comfortable with it

Helps you make a little journal to write all your thoughts into if you want one

Always available to listen to you even if it’s three in the morning

Snuggles and cuddles galore

Shane:

He’s a little upset, not at you of course! He could never be upset at you for feeling so hurt in the past that you hurt yourself

He’s upset that something in life made you feel that way and that you felt you didn’t have many other options to turn to

He understands completely seeing has his form of self harm was alcoholism

He’s a little upset at himself for not having noticed sooner, he wants to be a shoulder for you to cry on, be the same rock for you that you are for him

He doesn’t think they make you any less perfect to him, your still his whole world

He wishes you had met when you were younger so he could have known the struggles you went through a bit better, he knows it might not have changed the outcome but he would have had a better understanding

Long cuddle session after, encourages you to share whatever information your comfortable sharing with him about your coping skills and how you manage any lingering thoughts and doubts

Sebastian:

He’s not unfamiliar with dark thoughts and depression but he’s never personally turned down the road of hurting himself

That being said he does understand why people do, but he would never have thought that the source of so much joy for him could have experienced such a hard life

Listens carefully while you talk being sure to soak up all the details you give him

Asks how old they are and how long it’s been since and if you’ve had any thoughts of doing it again

When you assure him Theyer old and you haven’t had any thoughts like that recently he sticks a star sticker on your arm, it reads “interstellar job!”

He thought it would be motivational and make you laugh a little bit

High key will start a sticker collection for you so on days where your having a particularly tough time he’ll put a new sticker on your jacket or something for a little bit of a pick me up

Alex:

He’s very worried, he doesn’t want you to be hurting or hurting yourself

His minds racing a million miles a minute with so many questions

He doesn’t have a great understanding of the darker side of mental illness since they didn’t teach about it to much in school

And he mostly threw himself into his workouts after moving in with his grandparents so he’s never really delt with these thoughts himself

He’s so willing to learn though so he can help you to the best of his abilities

Wants you to know you can lean on him and he’s there for you whenever you need him

Asks how long it’s been, what your coping mechanisms are, how you would want him to help and if your still getting those intrusive thoughts and feelings

Makes sure you know he’s not upset at you while you explain everything to him

He loves you and he just wants you to be safe

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew x reader #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew shane #stardew sam #stardew alex #stardew sebastian

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ladadee195 · 3 months

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Ladadee meets Legends of Avantris at Too Many Games 2024 (LONG POST read at your discretion)

I'm not one to write up a trip report cause I'm firmly in the "no one gives a shit." camp but for this I feel like people will get a kick out of my anxious distress over the past two days and I know those that couldn't make it would also appreciate it.

I knew a few months ago that when LOA said they were gonna be at TMG that I could go, its only an hour away from me. I'd gone to TMG back in 2019 to meet Brandon Rogers of Youtube and Helluva Boss fame and even then I didn't get HALF as nervous as I did the past two days. I was a shaking hyperventilating mess. Embarrassing, truly.

Friday was worse then Saturday.

First off, we'd barely parked in the parking lot when we see Andy casually strolling across the parking lot and get into his very nice red mustang, nice to see where the car vlogs happen!

By the time we got to the booth I could barely breath but I wanted to grab my free pin and say hi first. I want to disclaimer this by stating that I realize LOA tries really hard to make it perfectly clear that the Party and fam are regular people that work hard to produce their content and be successful at what they do without being celebrities or influencers. Logically, I know this and I respect the hell out of it. However my hyperfixated brain and general anxiety made it incredibly hard for me to remain CALM. Its really hard to remain calm when you've been watching them by yourself alone in your room hours upon hours and then suddenly there they are in real life before you, talking to YOU! How am I meant to be remain calm?

Anyway, I met Andy and Nikkie. Talked briefly with Andy and just generally embarrassed myself but he's so cool ya know and is probably used to it all things considered. I asked them both to sign my Cake Chad shirt, both we're happy to do so and I got a great hug from Nikkie. After that I cut my losses and decided to move on. Their meet and greet wasn't for a few hours and we were hungry. When the meet and greet came, I jumped in line to get a picture. It went really quick and I got no chance to really talk to them but they were super awesome and I love the picture! I knew they were TALL but god I felt like a hobbit.

The live show wasn't until 7:30 so we left the con to check into our hotel and relax for a few hours. It was a nice break and I finally got to breath. We returned to the con and got seats for the live show.

if you haven't already seen other's overviews or the whole video I wont spoil anything but it was SO good. I was so curious about what they could possibly do for a one shot but holy shit was that amazing. Its always interesting and fun to attend live shows with cheering and laughter and suggestive whistles. Gives one a sense of community you only ever get a taste of on here or discord.

Afterwards we went back to our hotel and rewatched the whole show on the live stream LOL

Saturday I was much calmer because I had a goal. Get the whole parties signatures and not be embarrassing.

We did a lot of waiting cause the con opened at 11 and again their meet and greet was at 3 but we managed to pass the time well enough and then we got back in line. An readers when I tell you how amazing it went!?? I was very proud of myself even though I was still nervous and shaky I did much better.

They all were super cool and signed my Hootise shirt. I still geek out thinking about it! But the best thing happened. Richie saw my Gideon/Kremy candy bead bracelet I'd made myself and legit forgot I'd worn for this exact reason. This is how that went. Richie: is that a Kremy and Gideon candy bracelet?

Me: YES!I forgot I had that on!

Richie: thats the best I gotta get a picture and show Mace.

I was DYING omfg. The two behind the ship SAW my ship bracelet??? still freaking out. I decided that I should have made ones for them. I convinced myself they wouldn't like them, I know better now for next time.

After they'd all signed my shirt I gave them my thanks and MAYBE acted a little embarrassing when I told them name and that I was already in the discord but as I said earlier they're so cool and awesome I doubt they noticed me being like that.

i felt like even though it was short I had a really good moment with them which is all I really wanted.

I regret a lot of things. Like the fact that I had plans on making them gifts but ran out of time due to me being sick like right up until Friday and being so nervous and scared and I acted only a little crazy. I know next time (PAXUnpluged in Dec?) I'll be much better prepared.

I hope those that cared to read this very long post enjoyed my little overview. Just remember even though you may be scared and nervous to do something, you still should cause you never know how great it might be at the end.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #Too Many Games 2024 #I am a mess #plz #I was so nervous.

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general--winter · 1 year

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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Futaba from Persona 5?

author's note: I love Futaba, she is me. I am her. Genuinely my favorite P5 character. No it's not Yusuke even though I only have a giant print of him hanging in my room-

rating: general

fandom: persona 5

pairings: futaba sakura x gn!reader

word count: 772

warnings: canon-typical content

summary: What would it be like to be in a relationship with Futaba?

Ohhhhh, Futaba. As shy as she is, she wants to be with someone just like her. Someone who is withdrawn, willing to spend many, many days cooped up playing video games with her, and has the same goofball streak and a heart of gold. She wants to be able to screw around all day with you and just act like a bunch of goobers. While she wants a withdrawn partner, though, I think someone who is extremely outgoing would suit her just as well. A person that can be the “she asked for no pickles, sir” of the relationship, if you will. Futaba the schemer and her partner, the executor. A power couple made in hell. The world shall fear them.

When she first meets you, probably on the streets of Akihabara or when she goes back to school, Futaba would understandably be incredibly nervous and anxious. It’s in her nature. But she made a resolve to go out, make friends, and bloom into her own person after her experience with the Phantom Thieves. So that’s exactly what she does, and she meets you, the person she falls for, hard and fast. Maybe literally. Like, trips into your arms literally. And if you’re not chicken, ask her out here. She will not do it herself, Futaba would be perfectly content stewing on her emotions to stay in her safe space and keep the friendship she already worked so hard to create. So it’s on you to read the signs. Would she run away from you after you ask? Probably. But she would come right back and explain, accepting your offer for a date.

No ifs, ands, or buts, your first date is at the arcade. She has to school your gaming skill, just to make sure you are worthy of being her equal in the relationship. I don’t think she’s actually cruel, though, so if you get stomped she’ll just tease the shit out of you about how much you suck. Get ready for a lifetime of butt whoopings in Smash Brothers. Since you two were friends before dating, though, your meetups would quickly move to either your house or Futaba’s. Ordering delivery food or running to Leblanc to get curry to devour on the couch with bags up chips and soda is incredibly common with you two. And you know what? Futaba wouldn’t have it any other way. Literally, don’t take her to that fancy restaurant. She will hate it, keep it simple and private! And buy her gifts from Akihabara every time you go. She will fawn over everything you get her forever.

Speaking of gifts, Futaba’s love language is gift giving, as well as words of affirmation. We see with the protagonist that Futaba really needs verbal encouragement to go through with her plans, and you best believe that for every time you are there to cheer her on, she will return the act tenfold. She’ll be your personal cheerleader until the end. Also, Futaba strikes me as the type who would go out and buy you the dumbest thing in existence just because she thought of you when she saw it. A mug that looks like your favorite animal? Your cabinet is already overflowing, but you will find room for it.

The Phantom Thieves are her personal protection squad, so do everything you can to impress them or they will not let you around her. Not that they don’t trust Futaba to make educated decisions about who she hangs around with, but she’s definitely a bit more vulnerable to people taking advantage of her due to her social inexperience. Not to even mention Sojiro. Hoo boy. All of the father stereotypes apply here. He knows what harm can come to people in relationships, especially with their first love, so he’s overprotective as hell. But I have complete faith that you will be able to earn his respect, especially since Futaba has been so happy since starting to date you. Anyone who helps make his daughter happy is a good person in his eyes.

Overall, prepare for chaos in a relationship with Futaba. Every day is going to be something new. A new story about her hacking exploits, about what she did to get in trouble at school, or what her friends did that caused utter chaos once again. The chaos is comforting, though. You know that Futaba will always be at your side and that she’ll be there to put a smile on your face when you can’t do it yourself. You’re gonna be the one ordering the food and making phone calls, though. She’s totally not sorry.

#persona #persona 5 #persona fanfiction #persona 5 fanfiction #futaba sakura #futaba sakura x reader #gender neutral reader #request #headcanon #i want her goggles how do i steal them

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krystlind · 8 months

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God's really making changes in my life, helping me overcome my flesh and live in the Spirit!

I never knew Obedience was such a key

and I must document this down

i am able to go through the day, even if I have the food thoughts... I didn't give in. I was able to have my blocks of time without needing the bits today.

i was just in flow, making my newsletter.. taking my time with it though! it wasn't fast, it was slow, and maybe that's okay

i was feeling anxious about the call with Erika, in the gym I heard: "I will tell you what to say." and "I brought her to you" and instructions "15 minutes before, make the plan." and I obediently turned down my flesh, not getting the snack at the gym, which would've taken away my grounding, planning time before Erika. to feel calm and prepared.

I watched Sasha Cohen's video again today, and it's almost like the words were spiritual. "the real Sasha Cohen" EVERY. SINGLE. WORD! I have chills. it's like God has been ministering to me for so much of my life with that video the whole time. and especially with: "all those coaches, and moving around the country.. it's a good thing she went back to her original coach. who knows her best." WOW! that's God to me.

While I was fasting on Monday, i heard "I call you by Name." and then that was the Chosen episode. and then that was the Sasha Cohen narrator line.

God is saying "I call you by name."

I want people to say "wow you are so fearless!" and me to say "I still have my fears, but they don't get to me, because my Fear is in God."

ED voice comes up and I'm starting to dis-identify it from me. I can hear it say "you want this next. you can get away with it because it's healthy." now I am identifying it, challenging it, "but why do we NEED it? are we really gonna be suffering without it?" and not snacking while I'm making it as if I need it in the moment, but making it a sacred dish and moment. and committing to that dish, letting myself enjoy the whole thing and really tuning into what is good and enough. and saying "this is good and enough, it lacks nothing." and then I turned down the blueberries which aren't bad but it was more of me ignoring the compulsion to need it, or else

I did my work today and I felt energized! -> let yourself experience what you're doing and let it be authentic.

What's clear to me

acknowledging the feelings, and choose to act otherwise (not having to make the feelings mean you have to act on it)

I can move slowly and let me experience something again. for example, today my newsletter. it was actually fun for me to put together, and I didn't rush it. I took my time with it. I allowed myself to enjoy doing it. -> lesson: give yourself permission to do things slowly and to enjoy the process more. see where you are rushing through it like a checkbox.

I like it when I feel like I'm talking to an inner circle. not everyone. lesson -> start communicating to your inner group now, not making content or message for the general masses.

I can't let my voice be taken away. my tone. the minute it becomes generic, we lose the people. the human-ness is what people need.

Also, all these signs are leading to cabin in the woods

my desktop background, then sola just pointed out the notebook (I forgot!) I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do in the woods, but I know I want to take like a 4-5 day retreat and let it be between me and God

Also, signs that God is leading me into CEO/1o1 structure level

Erika, "how can I help you?" just as easy as that! I'm so grateful God. and I feel like I spoke with Wisdom "here is our plan, we are finalizing the roadmap for the year, next week this date, I'll share that with you, it would be great to have you as eagle eyes, blindspot, someone who believes in our big vision but can be real"

I asked the right questions: "what role do you play for other startups/orgs" and "here's what my plan was, as we first discussed, I would get the crowdfund fulfillment, we would see how that rolled out and then revisit conversations around being an angel" and she followed up with what needed from me. again more assets which is so good! "GTM, event sponsorship, etc"

and then Sola is having me join her webinar as a Community Engineer and I can go over the P to P to P plan, it will force me to articulate and structur-ize this ... as I've been wanting to!

I really believe God is going to have me help people build IRL community systems, and I wll be fighting isolation, getting people off social media, basically start doing what I'm doing which is really weaning myself/brain off of it, using it like the tool it was meant to be

and not a substitute for real community and connection

need confirmation from God

articulation classes? speech?

idk why I keep getting inspirations around doing music again.. just not sure how

where do I go in Feb 22 who knows? i think honestly it might be the end of us.. and that's okay. i have a feeling we are gonna be good friends.

Some realizations I had tonight while brushing my teeth

why do I get anxious when my friends start to rise higher? I started to follow this trail down to it's root. so let's go there

because I actually feel they might leave me behind, they might forget about me, or not want to be friends with me again

is there evidence of this or them ever doing this? no

so this is actually clearly a reflection of how I feel about myself and worthiness to be their friend if they get higher in status

something about "status" with me then.. it's some kind of determinant

brings up my feelings (not sure where it started) but everyone in LLA/Filipino community, applauding *others* more, I'm not taken seriously, fear I'll fade away

"I'll show you all, everyone around me" in LL, Fil, and then I'm still owned by it. whatever you own ends up owning you.

"there's nothing more pressuring than unmet potential" Sasha Cohen. that's what I fear... God speak over me in this

like what do I do with these dreams? the potential? is it self delusion?

so clearly Status plays some big role here... like things trigger me bc it marks whether I am lowering or not

Status=getting places or not. but then there's people who don't care. they can glide. and they flow well with anyone in any class. everyone feels comfortable with them. Clem.

what if ... I am free of needing those status symbols. what if being free of the need for it, almost is what frees me upward, or downwards, sideways who knows... would it matter then?

and then I remembered reading in the Bible the other day, the lesson from Jesus about seating at the last seat. I have always known this story, not sure why it was being brought to my attention. but now I see

then from Jesus "choose the last seat" AH! that's scary.. aren't we supposed to self-promote in this world? I guess the point isn't to lay low, but not to chase the self-promotion-content game.

I actually think I'm more natural and averse at the non-self-promotion this whole time- when I see the trends, I don't wanna do them. I kinda like to be more stealthy. to stick to my community and what I do, and rise to more CEO status. CEOs are not chasing the fame... they are building a company, they are raising up leaders, they are doing the right things in private. like talking to Erika and building a "textbook"/structure for Sola's stuff :)

in the gym i realized

why are you putting them in a pedestal? just partner. go into it with honesty and preparation and clarity on your situation .. my learning? be clear on the ask

enter into his rest.. i had a visual of me externally interacting with the stakeholders, and then my inner world i'm resting like a child in jesus, safe, always secure

you did good though! you asked the right questions, you were authentic, you were clear

Again with Sasha Cohen!

"what a performer!" = oh... it's ok to be a performer!

"no longer afraid of making mistakes" = (in the gym I heard this next part) you are becoming one who is no longer scared of the mistakes, knowing that should they be made, you can overcome that, they won't define you

Overcoming being a perfectionist like her, but "you have to be perfect to stay in the game" so perfection in a way, is required but it's not me being perfect.. Christ is Perfect

I go to God because it's more FUN to partner with the Father :)

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astroboots · 3 years

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Soft Limits

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Female Reader

Summary: Frankie can't sleep, stuck in his thoughts and you help him get out of his own head in the best way you know how.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content: Explicit NSFW Smut, pre-established relationship, insomnia, edging, delayed orgasm, cowgirl, creampie— I always feel so damn awkward listing out the sex content in these lol. Like I'm a five year old screaming out all the naughty words I know at random people: COCK, PUSSY, CUM!

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I decided to just eject this out of the airlock as part of my new "letting go of things even if I'm not happy with them"—philosophy.

Word Count: 3.2K

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You don’t quite know why you wake up in the middle of the night.

It’s dark in your bedroom, save for the sliver of pale light from the waning moon that shines through the drapes. The only thing you hear in the room is your dog’s wheezing snores from the hallway. Everything is fine. Everything is quiet. Everything is calm.

Or at least it should be. Next to you across your bed, Frankie’s lying on his back. His body is rigid, tension thrumming beneath every vein that has the mattress underneath you vibrating. Even with his eyes closed, that’s how you know that he’s awake. His fingers are tapping against the sheets at a measured pace, like he’s trying to solve an intricate puzzle behind his eyelids. That's how you know that he’s been awake for a long time while you've been sleeping, unaware.

You don’t think he’s had a nightmare. If that were the case, there would have been a lot more noise and commotion from him. On those nights you find yourself darting up in the middle of the night in your bed, heart pounding, galloping in your chest from the sudden rush of adrenaline, hard enough to hurt.

Tonight is not that. Tonight is the kind of night when the gears in his mind are grinding and turning so loud that it’s a cacophony inside of him that will not let him sleep.

“Frankie,” your voice is soft as you call out to him and he stiffens further. It surprises you that is even physically possible given the state he is in. “Can you not fall asleep?”

His eyes open. Even in the dark, you can tell there’s a shame-tinged expression clouding his brown eyes.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, and there is something in his tone, quaky and rasped, that lets you know it’s probably been more than an hour (at least two) that he’s been in this state. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You reach over to the nightstand flickering on the small night lamp there that illuminates the room in a gentle amber glow so that you can see him. His eyes are staring blankly up into the ceiling.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

There’s a silence that fills the room. It stretches into a wakeless silence until you scoot closer to his side and wrap your legs around him. With you pressed up against him as closely as you can physically be, you feel the flushed heat radiating from his body pressed up against your own, the tension in him seems to melt out of him.

You stay like that, wrapped around him like a blanket to bring him comfort, your fingers carding through his soft hair in the dimmed glow of the light.

He stays silent for so long you think he might not talk at all tonight. The only sound from him is his heart hammering against his chest that you swear you can hear. Eventually though, you hear the thick swallow in his throat and then his mouth parts.

“Pope called.”

And there it is. Frankie always gets a little bit extra anxious whenever Santiago Garcia reappears in his life. There is always that conflicting rush of emotions whenever the prodigal son returns; that line between pure excitement and joy to be reunited with an old and dear friend versus the trepidation of the man's unceremoniously departure that leaves chaos and ruins in his wake.

“Yeah? Is he coming to town?” you ask, taking care to keep your voice neutral.

“Mmm’ didn’t say what for though.”

“You happy about it?”

He blinks, hesitation clear in his eyes.

“Y-yeah I think so...” His teeth are grinding until you can almost hear the painful squeak of molars pressed together. “I just don’t always know what to expect.”

You both know without him having to spell it out in so many words, why that is. Both of you know what Frankie means when he says he doesn’t know what to expect. Santiago showing up can mean anything. It can just be a casual visit to catch up. Santiago will be charming and warm, with laughter and free flowing alcohol as the catch up on old times.

It can also mean he's calling in an old favor with the sort of charm and conviction that would have a snake oil salesman handing over their wallet.

There’s nothing you can say in response that can help Frankie. There's a bond there between them. The sort of bond that arises for those that have served an institution that left them in the throes of death and threw them away with no one to rely on except each other. One that you are not privy to and are not part of. As frustrating as it can be, it's not in your place to pass judgment on that difficult relationship.

Instead, you learn closer your hand cupping his cheek, the prickle of his patchy beard catches on your thumb. “It's ok, baby," you say, even though you have no way of knowing so.

Inching closer, until your noses brush, there’s a pleasant warmth that spreads to your fingertips. Frankie’s gazing at you and the reflection of the warm light from the nightstand gives his eyes a golden shimmer. A soft vulnerability that he only shares with you that is enough to make your heart burst.

Your lips touch up to Frankie’s once, a small chaste kiss that barely lingers and then you pull back just enough to take him in for a moment. Studying the lines of his face, the contour of his jaw and the bump of his nose. You allow the quietness of this moment that you get to share with him in your bed to sink into your memory and hold it there.

Frankie kisses you again and again. Small successive kisses that fill you up and it feels so incredibly good. The two of you stay like this, sharing gentle, almost timid kisses. And as always with Frankie, when he’s close to you, when he gets to touch and taste you, it goes from timid to something much hungrier before you can take a proper moment to register it. It’s a hungry kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth coaxing you to open up for him and when you make a soft sound against his lips that sounds almost like a moan, he grips your thigh firmly in response.

His hips roll into yours, grinding against the weight of your body with need. You can feel the hard line of his cock pressed up against your stomach, thick and heavy that has every inch of you tingling. It makes that familiar wanton heat bloom inside your stomach until you can’t think straight and all you can do is grind back at him until you’re both panting and moaning into each other’s mouths.

It’s debauched really, how you let him pull your legs to his waist and he lets you rub yourself against his thigh until your clit catches against the thick muscle and soft hairs there. It has you groaning at the sensation.

God if you both keep going at it like this, you could very well come; with your slick orgasm soaking his upper thigh and his spend dripping from your stomach. Part of you wants to, it feels so fucking good, you don’t want it to stop. But even more than that, you want him inside you. Want to feel him desperate and needy, and buried to the hilt.

“Frankie, baby, wait, let me—”

With great reluctance (even though you’re the one who made the decision) you pull away from him with a sharp flustered breath. You want to take this slow, take your time, wear him out. Otherwise, you know that the minute you’re both sated, when you drift off to sleep, he’ll be left by himself once again. Awake, in the darkness of this room, plagued by his never ending thoughts.

You can give him something better than that.

Leaning down, you press your lips to his chest. The muscles beneath you are tense. It’s like a livewire thrumming underneath your fingertips as you make your way down his torso.

You marvel at the trail of sparse hair that starts right below his navel. Fingers tracing the line of soft brown hairs entwined with white-silver strands. There’s something so delightful about it you can’t resist the temptation to leave open-mouthed kisses in appreciation along the happy trail. Maybe it’s because it’s become a timeline of your relationship together. It’s the same slow glow of joy that blossoms in your chest, when you see the fine line of wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles. Or the silver grey mixed into his soft brown curls against his temples. Signs of how the two of you have endured and lasted through the test of time.

Scraping your teeth against the soft slope of his belly, you place another kiss, before finally, gently biting down. The muscles there twitch and jump and a strained, choked moan fills the room. Drawing up your gaze, Frankie has his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his head is thrown back against the pillow until the hard line of his throat is bared to you. He looks so pretty like this, unguarded and exposed.

His hips thrusts desperately in your direction and his aching cock pulses against his stomach, smearing a glistening line of precome down the very trail you’ve been kissing down. Scooting closer, you exhale your warm breath over the twitching length. Satisfaction fills your chest when a thick ooze of precome gushes from the slit of the head, translucent and glistening. You can’t resist lapping at it with your tongue, savouring the salty taste of it as you clean him up.

“Baby please, please put me in your mouth.”

You’ve never been much of a tease when it comes to Frankie, don’t like to deprive him. You want to indulge him and take care of him in every way you can. Parting your lips, you wrap them around the fat tip of his cock with a gentle suck. It is immediately met with a choked cry from above. You don’t let up, tongue swirling around the swollen head of him as you lick clean the traces of pre-come from him.

Sneaking a glance at him, his face is flushed with a deepened pink. Hair a sweaty, matted mess against his forehead that makes you want to reach up and comb his face. It’s such a handsome look on him.

“I have a better idea baby,” you tell him.

Anchoring your elbows to the mattress, you push yourself up into a seating position, straddling his thighs so that you have his full attention. Then your hand comes to his cheek, palming the soft sparse patches of beard, feeling the flushed heat there.

His eyes are shiny with a feverish pitch. It’s that look in him that lets you know that that smart, clever brain of his is shutting down one brain cell at a time. He’s so turned on that the house could be burning down and he wouldn’t even notice.

It also means no more doubt, no more wandering thoughts to torture him for as long as you can hold him there, expectant and eager, thoughts blissfully blank, with nothing in his brain but to be buried inside you. It’s why even as he’s pleading for you to let you come, you don't let him. There’s nothing that Frankie loves more than being left on the edge and begging for you.

His cock is twitching and jumping against your thigh, smearing the slick wet precome that is shining against the inside of your leg.

Tracing your finger there, you make a slow show of it, eyes never leaving Frankie’s dazed ones as you bring it to your lips and lick off the tangy salty flavour of him. A low and raw groan erupts from his throat at the sight of it.

You can't help but smile at that. Then your hand reaches back down behind you, palming the feverish heat of his hardened length, as you line him up against yourself. You hold him there and can feel the way his cock jump in your hand in eagerness. Can feel yourself dripping with how wet you are against the blunt tip of him as you push back until only the thick head is inside of you and clench around him.

His hip lurches upwards, in a distressed attempt to meet you.

“Stay,” you order.

There’s a low whimper in his throat, but despite his protest, he does as he's told, hips lowering back down on the mattress.

Pleased with just how well he takes your instructions, you lean down, wrapping your much smaller hands around his wide wrists and hold them against the headboard of the bed. Then you unfurl his fingers and guide them to the wooden bars of your bedframe. Being the quick learner he is, Frankie catches the drift without so much as a spoken word between you. Instead, he just wraps his broad hands around them, his grip on them so hard that the knuckles go blanch white.

“That’s better, stay like that for me, keep your hands there,” you tell him.

Raising yourself to your knees, you take a second to full admire your gorgeous view, before you gently sink down on him in one slick aching side that fills you to the brim. It fills you so completely it hardly leaves space inside you for oxygen. All you can do is take a long moment to steady the rush of air into your lungs, to gather the strength in your trembling limbs, before you are able to cant your hips and lift up, raising yourself on your knees to the sharp hiss that Frankie lets out.

His chest is heaving, golden skin that shines slick with sweat against the warm amber light of your nightlight as he grips onto the spindles of the headboard.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

"Look at you, baby. you look so good like that. Keeping your hands there; being so good for me.”

You lower yourself against him in a long gorgeous slide that has the air crackling inside your lungs until a white insistent heat crackles and pleasantly burns along your spine. You rise and draw yourself down again until you are fucking yourself on his cock. You swivel your hips, grinding down against him as the gorgeous heat unfurls and spreads from the depth of your belly and outwards. Fuck, you could easily come like this.

But you hold off because Frankie needs more. You need to draw it out for him, to prolong the pleasure for him until his mind whitens with it and goes numb; to pick him apart piece by piece, and dismantle the doubt and anxiety in him. Extend this moment until the surging bliss is so loud that everything else in him is deafened into a gentle white noise. Until he loses himself in you and he can’t think anymore.

Your thighs are trembling from the exertion, slowly going numb with the pleasure of it, and you can’t— fuck you can’t hold—

You push yourself off him in the last second and his hips chase your wet heat, lifting desperately from the mattress and trying to fuck back into you.

“Fuck baby, please please, I can’t—please let me come.”

The way that he’s pleading for you. The breathless desperation in his voice. You want him. Want him with every inch of your flesh and bone. Can feel yourself fluttering at the emptiness and loss, screaming for him to fill you all over again until he comes inside you. Still, you steel yourself from the temptation.

“It’s ok baby. You can hold on, can’t you? You can be good, can’t you? Be good for me.”

And he really is, your husband— he’s the best of them there is.

You don’t know how many times you do this. Ride his cock until you are careening to the brink of his peak and yours, only to slow your movements — for him to beg and plead with you not to stop. Until Frankie’s barely capable of any words anymore. Until the incoherent babbling has melted into mindless groans and moans unable to even form syllables.

Four? Five? Hell— you lost count after the second. Time is a hazy concept. It could be daylight outside and you wouldn't be able to tell with the sweet aching slide of his cock inside your cunt.

His jaw goes slack, hair a sweat-slicked mess as his eyes roll back and the man looks truly wrecked. That’s good. That’s perfect.

It’ll have to do because you don’t think you can hold on anymore. You lean down, face between your hands into a deep kiss. Then you’re pressing yourself against him as much as you can as your hips continue to roll into him, taking as much of Frankie as you physically can.

“It’s ok baby, you don’t have to keep still, you can touch me.”

Finally granted with permission, Frankie makes a half-strangled noise of relief. His hands reach out to greedily palm the soft flesh of your hips, dragging you down with the sheer force of him until he has you grinding against him. You can feel him stretching you, even as your cunt draws tight around him to the point where it is dizzying. You feel like you are going to burst out of your own skin like you can’t breathe and you don’t even care. It’s forceful, deep and insistent, but you can tell he’s holding back from the stuttered, jerky pace. It’s like he’s still waiting for something, a command.

Then you realize what.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me, let go.”

At your words, he comes with a beautiful broken sob into your neck. Cock throbbing inside of you in slow devastating pulses that shatters you both.

In the afterglow all you hear is your harsh, panting breaths filling the room. His hand strokes the plane of your back. You push up slightly, away from his shoulder with shaky arms, until you can see his soft handsome face where the tension seems to have melted out of him.

Dipping your head down to kiss him, he meets your tongue with a gentle slide. Then he sighs, and as you open his eyes, there’s a smile on his lips. He looks so content that it makes him a warm rush flood your veins. There was an ease to this that you never stop marvelling at. The feeling of coming home, familiar and content. A sensation of being filled stirs in your chest. It folds and unfolds like a thousand blank pages being flipped through.

“I love you, baby,” he tells you with a soft murmur said in gratitude.

“I love you too Frankie.”

Whatever comes in the morning when the sun spills through your bedroom windows, and reality rears its ugly face— you hope that that is one thing that will never change.

Dedications:

@the-ginger-hedge-witch for talking me out of deleting this trashfire. You've been such a place of comfort to me the last few weeks with everything that has been going on. Thank you for lending me an ear and letting me get things off my chest when things get overwhelming. I love you and your broken ass dishes! 💖💖

@frannyzooey for being the absolute best, cheering me up with her gorgeous face and hilariousness— helping me get past medical trauma in what should be a patented medical method—by sending me smoothie jokes, and giving some of the most wonderful and best advice that has me feeling like I can make a little bit more sense of the world again. You are the best.

@thirstworldproblemss for always being there and making me feel a little bit less lonely on a deserted island. Thank you for always entertaining me with your nightly escapades and close calls and making me literally weep with laughter and joy when we talk. I live for your 🍃 updates.

#cici writes #pedro pascal #francisco morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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Sh tw: would you be able to do SH after-care with the slashes if it’s not too triggering for you 💕💕

(again mainly for Brahms because I’m a Simp for the stinky wall man)

Also i’ve been binge reading your blog…I love it here-

♡SLASHER TAKING♡

♡CARE OF YOU♡

CONTENT:

Brahms Heelshire - Rz Michael Myers - Asa Emory

Tw: mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, blood, mentions of depression, mature language, canon violence

A/N: hii! Thank you so much for trusting me with such an important request. I will do my absolute best in writing it. I hope everything it's alright and that you know that if it's getting bad you're allowed to feel sad and to talk about with someone you trust that can help you. Your favourite slasher loves you and there are so many real people who certainly loves you and care for you in real life so take care of yourself okay? I know how it feels but i promised not every day is going to be bad ♡♡♡

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:

If there's someone who knows what you're going through is him.

He knows how it feels wanting to tear apart each little piece of your body until there's nothing left

The need to feel clean, free and somehow pure again from all the bad things that are latching onto your body and soul

Seeing the signs of that in you though it's way more devastating, way more painful than being stabbed.

You're like the only good thing he has in his life, the only healthy presence that he has been able to keep by his side

I know everyone thinks he would panic or something but he wont. He knows that panicking would make you feel even worse than how you already are

These are the moments where he shows how truly selfless he can be. How much more important your happiness is for him than his own comfort

He will ask permission from you to do anything cause he wants to make sure you feel safe

"Can i get closer y/n?" "May I hold your hand dear?"

He sits right beside you, every movement soft and slow so you don't get stressed

He will remove his mask so you feel more comfortable. His reasoning is that maybe seeing him being vulnerable in front of you will allow you to be less anxious about the whole situation

He's so gentle in holding your hands and turning so the palms are facing him and he has clear view of your wrists

If you start to feel bad or apologising he will just cupped your cheeks and look into your eyes

"It's okay, I know you didn't want to. I'm never, ever, going to be mad at you for this y/n… we'll figure it out okay? I'm going to help you get through this"

Before deciding what to do he takes a look to the cuts

If they're not deep he'll keep reassuring you before trying to clean them up

If they're deep he's going to slowly get up. If you feel like you can't he will carry you to the bathroom

He's surprisingly good at cleaning wounds since he has spent so many years behind the walls. When he first started to live there, as a child, he got hurt a lot and most of the time he didn't asked for help to his parents instead he mended up his wounds by himself

When he has to clean a cut and he knows it will hurt he just litters your face with small and gentle kisses to distract you from the pain

If you want to talk about it he will listen to you without interrupting but if you prefer to talk about something else or even stay quiet he's not going to force you nor making the small talk or silence uncomfortable

Once he finished he will put those cute band aids for kids cause those always cheer him up when he gets hurt ♡♡

No chores today. You will receive all his attention, cuddles and kisses.

If you're hungry he will make you a pb&j with a nice cup of your favourite drink

If you're not his going to just bring you some water and lay with you on the bed

He's going to hold you as close as humanly possible to his chest, running his fingers through your hair and planting soft kisses on your face and on your cheeks to dry your tears

He looks at you in the eyes like you're his whole world. There's not pity or commiseration, it's just pure and raw love for you and you only.

Will tell you as many times as you need that he loves you but won't tell you the whole "it's gonna get better" type of talk

He's going to tell you that even if it doesn't and you feel like this he is not going to give up on you never. If he has to fight it for you he's ready to do about anything he can for you to not let you slip away

He's not going to stop trusting you, he will not start to watch you from the walls again but will take away everything that could be use to self harm

Now that he knows what you're going through he'll try to be more nice and patient

He just loves you so much and it's never going to let you down when you need him

ASA EMORY:

I think Asa's trauma is often overlooked in fanfics cause is mentioned only once in the movies i think

Obviously it really did a number on his mental health and the most obvious effect is the whole collector thing

No one would ever imagine that he once used to take all those negative emotions out on himself

He literally tried to cut away every feeling he had whether it was bad or good he wanted all of them gone.

He knows the urgency to completely shut down your entire being, to hurt it and destroy it so bad you can't feel anything that you didn't choose to feel.

He knows too that it's something you can't really help if you're in a particularly bad mental space

So when he sees what you have done to yourself he can't even begin to think what he should do about it

You being with Asa means you're either one of the few victims he took a like on or you're his lover that he has met in a more normal way

Either way being with him is hard

If you're his "pet" the whole being a victim situation it's not helping and if you're his lover the fact that he's always so busy is bound to make everything harder

His first priority is to disinfect and medicate your cuts.

As you cry while looking at him you may see he's like very calm and collected but inside he is a mess

He wonders if its his fault, if it's him who has pushed you to do such things and whatever is your relationship with him he's going to blame himself

He has done to you what others did to him and even tho that's like the whole point of being the collector he didn't meant to do it to you

Once he has finished with the wounds ecc he's going to sit down and talk with you

You can now see how he truly feels and for the first time he looks so scared and so terrified

He needs to know what is happening cause he has to be able to help, simple as that.

I know it sounds demanding but he's doing it with the best intentions.

He's not gonna shame you or be mad, he just needs you to be honest and tell him everything

While he talks with you he's always going to be holding your hands and fidgeting with your fingers. He needs to feel you but he doesn't wants to make you uncomfortable since there could be a high chance he's the one to blame for this

He's gonna ask so many questions and will truly and fully listen to everything you say

"Is it something I have done? Can I do anything to fix it?" It's not about what he says but how he says it

He sounds heart wrenching guilty and he looks at you like his whole life depends on what you say

Once everything is cleared out he is going to promised to do better and he keeps the promise

He takes care of you, making something to eat and giving you all the affection you need and want.

If you want to keep talking about what's bothering you he will listen and if not he won't push it

That night, he will stay up watching you as you sleep and thinking about how he finally knows he doesn't want you to wither away like everyone else. He realise how close he is to ruin the only thing that makes him happy and he will do everything in his power to avoid losing you

RZ MICHAEL MYERS;

This will be the first time you'll see Michael scared.

He's like looking at you, wide eyed and stiff as a board

I think we can all agree rz mikey has major abandonment issues so if you happen to be his s/o his always going to be on the edge thinking he'll eventually fuck up and you'll leave

Seeing you like this is like the worst thing that could ever happen to him.

Every emotional wall he has on, the tough guy act he has going on ecc all of that is gone

He immediately hurries towards you and whatever you're using to hurt yourself he straight up snatches it from your hand and throws it away

He's going to hug you, holding you as tight as he can and cradling your head against his chest.

He's holding you so close and so much you can hear how fast and hard his heart is beating and you can feel how much he's shaking

"Why would you do that…" his voice is super raspy and is like really quiet so you have to actually listen really close to catch it

He will take you to the bathroom and, mirroring what you do with him when he comes home hurt, he tries to clean every cut

He's not gonna listen when you tell him that it's okay and you don't need help.

When he's done he takes off his mask and just rubs his eyes in frustration to keep away the tears

He's not angry at you, he was just scared

He feels overwhelmed by all these strong emotions he's not used to

But right now he only cares about taking care of you.

He's gonna pick you up and take you to your room. Sits on the bed, place you on his lap with your back against his chest and just wraps his arms around you while placing his head on the crook of your neck

He doesn't want to be seen right now

Not because he doesn't want you to see his face but because he feels like crying and he doesn't want to make you feel bad.

He's just holding you and rocking you back and forth

He doesn't want to push you into talking about it but if you want to he will gladly listen cause he wants to know what's upsetting you so much

Please tell him everything he can do to help you

I know he doesn't show he cares that much but he does, he just doesn't knows how or what to do and most of the time he just gets overwhelmed so if you want him to do anything just say it

He would give you the world if you ask. To him you're more important than anything else I his life

#slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom #horror movies #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #michael myers #halloween #rz michael myers #asa emory x reader #asa emory #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #michael myers x reader #slasher headcanons #the collector #the boy 2016

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yoooespinosa · 3 years

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could you please write a draco x reader fic, where the reader is hopelessly in love with draco, and she's not afraid to show it. but draco doesn't feel the same. and draco being draco, he rejects the reader with no remorse. then when the reader finally comes to the realization that she deserves better, she started seeing new people (not necessarily dating, but more like talking), then that's when draco feels a bit jealous now that the reader isn't all over him anymore. the rest is up to you, love! just something really angsty, you could end it in any way you'd like.

also, sidenote. you're an amazing writer and i love you!!

a/n: Thank you for your request! ily <3

To say you had a crush on Draco Malfoy, was an understatement.

You couldn't help it, you couldn't just stop the feelings you developed every time he came around.

When he walked into the room it was butterflies breaking out of their cage, palms growing sweaty and your heart racing so fast you were scared you'd be able to see its indentions.

It was scary at first, to have such feelings at only thirteen years old. So you did your best to ignore them. You did your best to stay out of his way.

That only worked for so long.

When you are friends with Draco and the people that surround him, it becomes very hard to stay out of his path.

So it was only inevitable that your crush on him would become so much more. Especially as the years went on.

He hadn't made it much easier. Sometimes you felt as if, maybe, he returned your feelings. How could you think otherwise? With the way he walked with you to class, carried your books at times and spent time with you. Just you. Alone.

How could you not fall in love with him.

With all that simmering in you, you finally let it out. You made your affections obvious, not afraid to show Draco how you felt for him. You had thought it was welcomed. You thought that the feelings would be returned.

It seemed as though he could only tolerate you for so long. Yes, that was the right word for it, the only thing he had for you was toleration.

Your shoes sounded on the stone under you, on your way to the Slytherin common room. You had just got out of detention with professor Snape. You suppose it was well deserved, you had seen Draco almost put the wrong ingredient in his potion, so you being you had wandered to his table and helped him, much to Snapes dismay.

Whispering the password, you made your way through the dim passage. Chattering of people from all years and faint laughter was heard all around.

You spotted your friends right away, seated by the green flamed fireplace, as usual.

"She just can't take a hint." You heard Draco grumble, you paused your steps, you didn't mean to eavesdrop but it seemed as if your feet had a mind of its own.

"Wait," Blaise closes the book he had in his hold. "who are we talking about again?"

Pansy sighs, seeming they had been on the topic for some time. "We're talking about y/n."

Your brows furrow. Going back to the first thing you heard Draco say, she just can't take a hint, what was that supposed to mean. What hint?

"Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" Theo adds, his voice is laced with annoyance, maybe this isn't the first time they've talked about this.

"I thought how I felt would be obvious enough, without having to say anything." He huffs.

"Well," Theo sighs. "apparently not."

You were becoming anxious. What were they talking about and what exactly was Draco feeling? There was streak of hope in you, maybe he'd confess right here that he felt the same.

"What do you suggest I say then, oh-wise-one?" Draco asks teasingly.

"Easy, just say exactly what you tell us." He clears his throat dramatically, adopting a mock version of his voice, "Y/n, you have to be one of the most annoying girls, I have ever had the dissatisfaction of meeting. Please, oh please take the hint and leave me alone because these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time." He finishes with a clumsy curtsy.

The other Slytherins try to stifle their laughs.

You hadn't even noticed the gasp that escaped your throat until four heads turned to your direction.

"Y/n, I didn't kn-" You cut of Theo's words and apologetic stare.

"Is that true?" You ask Draco, your voice low, laced with hurt. Your nose was stinging and your bottom lip hung heavy, but you refused to cry in front of them. You wouldn't give them another weakness to laugh about.

Draco managed to keep his face blank, no emotions shining through. He shrugged, "Pretty much summed it up."

You almost flinched. He didn't even care about the hurt those words brought you.

You left without a look back. Leaving behind your friends call of your name. They weren't the ones you wanted an apology from. They had known how much you felt for him and didn't even bother telling you that it was definitely not mutual. They even laughed, like it was a joke, like your heart was a comedic topic.

The cold air hit your face, freezing against the tear stain tracks. You sat on a lone stone bench in the court yard, letting those tears make a home on your cheeks.

It wasn't obvious--his dislike to you. If it was, you would have gave up long ago. But a part of you felt that there was hope and you had chased after that.

Why couldn't he have just told you when you first let your affections known, it seemed that he had encouraged it back then, with lingering touches and soft smiles.

Looking back now, you notice that those advantages had slowly disappeared. You had been too caught up in his silky hair, those gray eyes filled with mirth and mischief, his angular face with high bones that no one could compare to, that you hadn't notice everything was unrequited.

A sick part of you even felt honored to have your heart broken in the hold of his beautiful hands, the part that saw him do no wrong.

Maybe that was the first problem, you put him on a pedestal, so high up you weren't able to see anything negative of him. You weren't able to see his cruel reality of his feelings towards you.

And he didn't even seem sorry. He didn't even look bothered by the damage of his words.

You were so nice and considerate to him. You would support him at every quidditch game, cheer the loudest even when he lost. You bought him presents for every one of his birthdays and even Christmas, each one sentimental and thoughtful. You had comforted him when he got those letters, that he despised, from his father. You had voiced encouragements when he showed a little tell sign of his insecurities. You had been there for him.

And he treats you like this, like you can be so easily dismissed. You didn't deserve that, you didn't deserve to be called pathetic for having normal feelings and then being laughed at for it.

The longer you sat on that cold bench, the angrier you got. A bitter feeling growing in your stomach, melting away those knots.

You wasted all this time and effort on some guy who didn't even deserve it, some guy who didn't appreciate you. It wasn't fair.

"Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through your revelations.

You looked up and met green eyes framed with circular glasses.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." You mumbled, the bitter taste was stuck on your tongue, you wanted rid of it.

"Mind if I sit and think with you?" Harry asked, he was nervously scratching the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you.

You offered him a smile, welcoming his genuineness. "Go ahead."

He sat there with you for hours. Surrounded by the sound of wind. It was nice and comfortable. The bitter feeling leaving you completely. You were content now, even if you could still feel the ache in your arms from holding onto Draco for so long.

Weeks had passed. Weeks of no signs of you. The first week Draco hadn't been worried, a little curious, but that was all. The longer it went on though, he became a little more than curious. Not because he cared, cause he didn't, just that if something happened to you, it would be his fault. His rejection was the reason you ran off like a fool to who knows where.

Which is the only reason he went looking for you. He already got a lot of shit from the others, he didn't need more problems stacking up.

He checked all of your favorite places. Starting with that tree down by the black lake that you enjoyed to lean on and watch the sun go down, the sunset wasn't near so he should've known you would not have been there.

He then went to the gardens, there was a bench there that was next to a small pond. It was filled with odd creatures and was home to your favorite flowers, lotus's. You weren't there either.

Lastly, he went to a certain abandoned hall. You had to be there. You went there to be alone with your thoughts, you had taken him with you there a few times. There was a big window there with a thick ledge, streams of sunlight beamed through and tiny rainbows would reflect on the opposite wall due to the cracks on said window.

He heard you before he saw you. A soft laugh reverberating through the empty hall, a laugh he had always found annoying. Hearing it now though, just made him want to get closer to you.

So he did, walking with light footsteps. He froze, you were not alone. Sitting there in the space he once accompanied, was Harry fucking Potter. What kind of sick joke was this?

Why were you sitting with him? And does that mean you just laughed at something he said?

Your laugh sounded through again, once piercing now melodic. It was a bitter feeling, Potter shouldn't have the honor of dragging that sound out of you, he shouldn't even witness it.

Draco left the hall before either of you saw him, he needed to get himself in check.

More weeks passed. Weeks of you hanging out with Potter. You were doing things with him that you had done with Draco.

It was on purpose, you had to be doing it on purpose. You were simply trying to make him jealous and it was annoyingly working.

But how could you be doing that when you didn't even look back to see a reaction.

Draco didn't know what to think. He didn't even know what to feel, or more like let himself feel. Something had changed in the weeks you were away from him.

A revelation of sorts. He missed you. Missed what you would do for him. He regretted what he said and what he never had the chance to say. Because maybe deep down those feelings had been returned, but he was just too stubborn to show.

And now he's seeing you realizing that you deserve more than blurred lines and assumptions. And he's realizing maybe Potter is that more that you deserve.

Draco doesn't like that one bit, he can't even stomach the thought. So he promises to himself that he will do everything in his power to win you back. Even if that means saying that he was sorry and admitting that he was in the wrong, something he's never had to do before.

But if that makes you his again and gets you away from Potter, then its worth it.

Part 2

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

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