#yeah it's a self-insert move along

[eldritch-spouse]

Duality of a Cornerthing.

[spencerreidenjoyer]

MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR

from the start | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.

wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)

You aren’t complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again. 

You’d met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar. 

You’d brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. You’d gotten him into your bed when he’d confessed he’d never done anything like this before, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, you’d given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning he’d bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that you’d like to see him again.

“It’ll be less intimidating like this,” you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesn’t move, so you turn your head to look at him. 

Spencer frowns. “I thought– I wanted to see your face.”

“You’re sweet, darling,” you chuckle. “Come on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?” 

Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. You’re on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he can’t take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.

Spencer had been a bumbling mess as you’d kissed him, as you’d undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. “You know you can touch me, right?” You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. “Take all the time you need, baby.”

Spencer’s large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches. 

You don’t say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory. 

His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. “I’m going to…” Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance. 

You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencer’s lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencer’s voice is strained. “You feel so warm. You’re so tight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m not sure if you’re goin​​g to be able to fit,” you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. “You’re going to have to make it fit, won’t you?”

Spencer’s eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. “Yes– Yes, ma’am.”

“Ugh, you’re so cute– Oh!” You gasp as Spencer’s finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. “Mm, right there, fuck–”

Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that – he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. You’re basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. “Hmm, baby?”

“I want to- I wanna taste you,” Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.

“You- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?” You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart.  

Spencer scoffs. “I think I should ask you the same.”

“Eat me out, Spencer,” you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs. 

You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you. 

“You’re stupidly good at this,” you moan, your face buried in his pillows as you’re barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder. 

You want to come right now, but you know it’ll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencer’s buried inside of you. You don’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.

“Spencer, baby,” you coo. “Wanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.”

A high whine leaves Spencer’s throat, and he’s quick to pull away from you, as fast as he’d put his mouth on you earlier. “Please! Please, I need to–”

You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing. 

“You gonna fuck me good, baby?” You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass. 

“Yes– Yes, ma’am,” Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. “Can- Can I?” 

“Please, baby,” you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencer’s cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but you’re lining him up with your hole. “You know what to do.”

It doesn’t take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. There’s uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until he’s buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. “Oh! That feels good, baby.”

You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. “Hurts,” he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothe. “I’ll make it feel better, yeah?” 

“Please,” Spencer whimpers. “Need you.”

You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what he’s been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him. 

You would ask how he’s doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and he’s holding onto your hips with a death grip, like he’ll lose all sense of himself if he isn’t holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all. 

“Pretty boy,” you groan. “You fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my God–”

Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. “Feels good, so good, please–” 

“Fuck me, baby,” you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he can’t control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.”

Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. “Fuck, oh, God–”

“You’re so deep inside of me, baby,” you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. “You feel so good, darling.”

“Think– I’m gonna– Hhrghh– I’m not gonna last long,” Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when he’s buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that. 

“Cum, baby,” you groan, not unaffected by Spencer’s eager, frantic fucking. “Inside of me.”

He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencer’s little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. It’s a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body. 

Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate. 

“Thank you,” he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencer’s cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby,” you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. It’s sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. “You were really good. Was that good for you too?”

“Couldn’t you tell from how fast and how hard I came?” Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy. 

You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. “Even if you did, it was extremely endearing.”

“I think you just like corrupting me or something,” Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.

You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Maybe I do.”

[katstarry]

no one noticed

eddie munson x reader

part i

masterlist ☆

part ii | part iii

summary: being paired up for a project with eddie leads to a beautiful friendship, it's inevitable that you gain a crush.

warnings: PINING, slow burn, fluff, slight self-deprecating thoughts?, reader is an academic achiever/seeks academic validation kinda (self insert lmaoo), reader has long hair, the upside down doesn't exist here, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: this is longer than i expected it to be, maybe i'll even make a small series of this :3 lmk if you guys would be interested!

feedback + reblogs are appreciated! ☆

the morning started out as it always does.

your alarm wakes you up, you get ready for school, say goodbye to your mom, and maybe grab a quick snack before heading out and driving to school. the usual routine.

it's your senior year, it's supposed to be the best year of high school. though, so far it has been very disappointing. you blame yourself for not being as extroverted as you hoped to be during your freshman year, now you don't have as many friends as middle school you had envisioned.

but you do have robin.

she's been your closest friend throughout the years, having met her in freshman year in the library, where you spent your lunchtime at, and you're okay with just having one close friend. you've come to peace with that. robin has been the bestest friend you've ever had, she's became a confidant, and you never have to put up a front with her. it's easy to talk to her, she has that sort of power somehow. what usually takes you a few weeks to become comfortable with someone new, it had only been a mere few days before being totally comfortable with robin.

as you walk into the school, you walk to your locker, seeing her right beside it.

"hey robin," you smile at her as she moves out the way for you, "good morning."

she returns your smile with her shoulder to the locker beside your own, one bookbag strap hanging from the other, "goood morning!"

you grab the materials you need for the first class of the day, "what's got you so happy this early?" you yawn.

robin shrugs, "can't a woman just be happy to see her best friend?"

rolling your eyes playfully, "of course you can!" you smirk at her, closing the locker and adjusting your bag on your shoulder, "...but maybe it has to do with a certain bandmate of yours?" you whisper.

she gasps, whispering back, "what! no. definitely not, definitely did not talk to her just a few minutes ago."

you laugh as the bell rings, signaling the start of the day.

"guess i'll see you at lunch?"

she nods, "can we go to the cafeteria today instead of the library? forgot my lunch today, woke up late."

you both begin to walk to the direction of your classes, "yeah that's fine, see you there!" giving her a side hug, you both go your separate ways.

it's now your class before lunch, history.

the day has felt longer than usual. you can't wait for it to be over and have your after school nap.

dropping your bag beside your desk, you sit and take out your notebook for the class.

the other students come walking in, he sits in his usual spot behind you.

you sit up straighter, god i'm so embarrassing.

usually, you hate having to have people sit behind you. it always feels like their watching your every move. of course, it's not true, but you can't help but think it. it's why you always sit in the back. but unfortunately, those seats were taken when you had walked in the first day of this class.

it's even worse when you think the person behind you is cute.

you move your hair to your shoulders, hoping it covers the sight to your notebook. you're just shading in the margins.

you look up when the teacher gets up from his desk, class is about to start.

"alright class, let's get started."

he walks over to the door and shuts it, and begins taking attendance.

"well, for today it'll be fairly easy. you won't hear me talk much today," the class let's out sighs of relief, the jocks who get along with him laugh playfully, "alright, alright. you won't be doing that after what i tell you."

oh no. you already know what he's about to say.

"we'll be doing a project! you'll be grouped up in pairs." immediately people begin to look at one another, already knowing who they want to be paired with, you look around, you don't really talk to anyone in that class. though, nancy wheeler has been kind to you, hopefully she'd want to pair up with you. but probably not, since barb and jonathan is in this class too. you can still hope though. any of them!

"before you get excited, i'll be the one assigning groups. it'll be at random."

now, the class really does let out sounds of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"i told you, you wouldn't like it!" he laughs and clears his throat and goes back to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and going back to leaning on his podium.

"alright, let's see here." he goes on to list the pairings, you anxiously wait for your name to be called.

please. please, please, pair me with nancy. or barb. or jonathan.

"nancy wheeler and-" please! "barbara holland."

well, okay. that's fine, who else is left? you'd been so caught up in waiting for your name that you hadn't kept up with who was called and who hasn't. jonathan! he hasn’t been called yet. please, please, please-

"y/n l/n and-" oh shit, that's you. "eddie munson."

oh shit, he's behind you.

the girl in front of you turns around and whispers to you, "good luck."

should you turn around? if you don't what if he thinks you're upset about being paired with him? you should probably turn around, the teacher keeps listing names, and you look back briefly.

he's already looking at you and you awkwardly make eye contact; you give a small smile and turn back around. okay that wasn't so bad right? dang it. you've tried your hardest to not talk to him. but if you think someone's cute you should want to talk to them, right? wrong. you never know what to say when you like someone, how can you even like someone without talking to them? you don't know, but it happened anyway. and now you're basically being forced to talk to him.

robin's going to love this.

"okay, now that you know who your partners are, i'll talk about what this project will be about. you and your partners will come up with a topic, it'll have to be a significant part of history. you'll make a presentation where both will have to speak in front of the class. you can bring in photos, poster boards, anything to aid the presentations. it's not necessary, but it could earn you extra points!"

he looks over to the clock on the wall, "... i'll give you until the end of class, which is about," he looks down to his wristwatch to double check, "40 minutes from now, to come up with a topic, come to my desk to let me know you've come up with something before leaving class, please."

clapping his hands together, he sighs, "alright! pair up!"

everyone begins to move to be with their partners, darn it. all you have to do is turn around. it's not that big a deal. as nervous as you are to talk to eddie, your grade matters more than a silly crush.

you turn around in your seat, grabbing your notebook and putting it in your lap. finally looking up you see him tapping his pencil on his desk, also looking up. the awkward eye contact again, awkward to you at least.

okay. maybe you can fail one project.

who are you kidding, your parents would look at you crazy if you came home with a failing grade.

"hey." you finally say, giving him another shy smile. god damn it why are you so awkward.

he nods, "hey." he leans onto his elbows, looking away, "it's alright if you wanna switch partners y'know? or if you wanna work alone, or something."

you look at him in surprise, "no! it's fine. i don't mind working with you, sorry if i gave that impression." furrowing your eyebrows, dang it maybe your nervousness made him think that.

he looks back to you, "really? i wouldn't want to bring your grade down, straight A student." he smiles. okay, now he's just messing with you.

you can't help the heat that rushes to your cheeks, so he must know about you then? how does he know that?

"funny that you think i would let that happen." you laugh.

he leans back onto his chair, arms now crossed on the table. "alright then, are you sure you wanna be my partner, then?" he looks at you, eyebrows raised.

"yes, i'm sure." you now lean on his desk, arms also crossed.

"do you have any ideas for our topic?" you grab the notebook from your lap, grab a pencil, and put it in between you both on the desk.

he sits up now, leaning on the desk, mirroring your actions.

oh no, he's close now, breathe.

he scratches the back of his neck, "uh... not really."

"alright, that's fine. uhm," you look at the clock, "we have about 35? 30? minutes, so we have time. we should just pick a few things and then we can pick the one we like best, yeah?" you write in your notebook, ideas, and underline it. you look back up and find eddie looking down at your notebook before looking back up as well.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

you tap your pencil and bite your lip, thinking.

"hmm... we could do like the great depression or something." you murmur and write it down.

as you have your head down to write it, you miss eddie's panicked gaze. he's never really had much care for these types of things since usually whoever he's partnered with doesn't even bother talking to him and do it all themselves, doesn't even give him the chance to contribute. he quickly tries to think so that he can add something too.

"uh, the- what about the american revolution? or something? i dunno."

you look back up, "yeah! you wanna write that?"

you offer the pencil to him, "sure." he takes it, turning the notebook towards him, feeling a bit insecure about his handwriting compared to yours that's above his own. it isn't the neatest, and he never really cared about it, but he can't help it when you look at him like that.

the rest of the time goes by like that, going back and forth with ideas, your notebook page filled with both your handwriting.

"okay, we have like 10 minutes left. do you have a favorite?"

you tilt your head as you wait for an answer.

"uh," he bites his lip as he looks down at the list, "the invention of the printing press?" to be honest he just picked a random one.

"cool! i'm alright with that." you smile as you put a small star beside the idea.

"hmm... would you want to do a poster board? or anything?"

no, honestly he would not. but he looks at you and can tell that you really would, anything that would earn extra points, right? he smiles.

"i wouldn't mind it. i could buy the stuff for it." he doesn't have the money for it, but he'll just have to sell more of his stuff for it.

"really? no that's okay, i'm the one that wanted to do it."

"nooo," he gives you a pointed look, playfully scolding you, "i'll buy it. what do we need for that?" he plays with the end of his hair twisting it in front of his face. a nervous habit of his, you make him nervous. not that you realize.

"well, the board, some markers, we could use mine since i already have some, and some glue. we could print out the stuff we need at the library, once we find out whatever we need to print."

"alrighty then. we made a lot of progress today then, huh? i'm the best partner you could have! we're really an unstoppable duo, right here." he puts his hand up for a high-five.

you give him the high-five, ignoring the tingly feeling on your hand, and it wasn't from the impact.

"oh yeah, totally." you laugh.

"i don't like that tone." he squints at you.

"what do you mean? i'm serious! we are the best duo." you smile.

"alright, i believe you." he smiles and stretches.

the bell rings, and it feels like suddenly the day went by too fast now.

you stand and grab your things, writing your names on an index card and the topic for the project.

eddie stands as well, about to say something but you beat him to it.

"let's go turn in our topic."

he usually is out the door when they do this, okay.

you both walk to the teachers desk, you smile and give him the index card.

he takes it and looks up with a smile, "great topic!" he looks over at eddie, "hopefully she rubs off on you!"

you frown and look over at eddie, who gives him a sarcastic smile and nod.

you both walk out the classroom, "do you have lunch after this?" he asks.

you stop in your tracks, about to walk to the cafeteria to meet robin.

"yeah i do, do you?"

"yup." he smiles and walks beside you, making your way to the cafeteria.

"y'know i was always scared to talk to you." he gives you a side eye, before looking straight again.

"what? of me?" you look over at him incredulously.

"oh, totally. thought you were scary, y'know being a smarty pants and all."

ah, so he's messing with you. again.

"ha ha," you roll your eyes, though you're smiling, "very funny."

"you know those candies? what're they called? smarties? yeah, that's you."

"what? it's a candy!" you laugh.

"so? that's still you."

"okay, okay. i'm not that smart alright?" you shake your head, still smiling. you can't stop smiling.

he looks at you like you're crazy. "you're kidding, right? don't you have like, the highest grade in the class?"

you shrug, feeling shy. "could be better, though."

the cafeteria is in view now, and you desperately need to change the subject. "well, guess this is where we go our separate ways." you sigh dramatically.

"i guess so." he breaks eye contact and looks around, "you could uh, sit at our table. if you want."

"oh! uh... i wouldn't want to bother-" "you wouldn't be."

you smile at him and he swears he can hear his heat beating out his chest right now.

"thank you. but i was gonna meet with my friend robin. i'll see you tomorrow in class, though."

"right, yeah, that's fine. see you tomorrow." he opens the door to the cafeteria and dramatically makes way for you to pass through.

you wave him goodbye as he makes way to his groups table, you see robin at your usual spot.

oh you aren't going to hear the end of this.

[anjee0]

Pretty blue dress and lingerie

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n comes from a girl's night and shows Marshall her new lingerie set.

Warnings - Smut, oral sex, a little bit of fluff.

“Marshall, I'm home!” Y/n called out at she stepped in to the house. There was so response so she presumed that Marshall was in their room.

Y/n had just come back from a long girls night. Her and her friends went out to the club, had a few drinks, partied and caught up with each other. Overall, she had a great time but she missed her husband so much and couldn't wait to jump into his arms.

She made her way into their room and saw Marshall sitting in bed, reading one of his comics. He heard the door opening and looked up to see Y/n. He smiled at the sight of her.

“Hey babe. When did you get home?” He asked.

“Just now. You didn't hear me when I got inside.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“It's fine. Don't sweat it.”

Y/n stood in front of her mirror as she started to take her jewellery off.

“I know I already said this before you left but, you look really beautiful in that dress. It's suits you.” Marshall said, with a soft smile on his face.

Y/n was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her curves and right amount of her leg. It had small shiny gems decorated on it, giving it a beautiful sparkle. 

“Thank you, Marshall.”

“You should wear it around the house.”

Y/n chuckled. “I would if it wasn't so uncomfortable.”

She slowly took of the dress as it fell down her body, revealing the dark blue lacey lingerie she had underneath. 

“Is that a new set?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah. I got it 3 days ago. Do you like it?”

“I love it. Come here, let me take a closer look.” He said as he got up to sit in the edge of the bed.

Y/n smirked, as she moved over to Marshall and cupped his face. He kissed her stomach then slowly set her on his lap. 

Y/n kissed him passionately and leaned into him more. She moaned at the feeling of Marshall's bulge pressed against her already soaking pussy. She started rocking her hips against Marshall as she moaned into his neck.

“I need you.” She moaned into his ear.

Marshall didn't waste any time and immediately threw her onto to the bed. He took of his shirt, revealing his chest and his toned abs and muscles.

He took off Y/n's bra and started massaging her breasts. He sucked her nipple whilst twisting the other one. Y/n arched her back and moaned in pleasure.

Marshall cupped her clothed core and smirked at how wet she already was.

“You're so wet for me, huh?” Marshall said with a low, husky voice.

He continued to suck harder on Y/n's nipples as she took off Marshall's pants and boxers, leaving him naked. He took off her panties slowly and lined his dick up with her entrance.

He inserted himself into Y/n, making her moan loudly and arch her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands through his hair.

Marshall started thrusting into her, starting off gentle and then quickly getting faster and faster. Y/n was a moaning mess, she felt tears rolling out her eyes at the sensation.

He sucked and licked on Y/n's neck and grazed his teeth against her soft skin. He left a trail of hickeys along her neck and collarbone.

“Fuck baby. You're so tight.” Marshall growled as his eyes darkened.

The thrusts became harder and harder, he was practically slamming into her walls now. Y/n met her lips with Marshall's and kissed him passionately. Soon enough, his thrusts became more sloppier, indicating that he was close.

“Marshall, I'm gonna cum.” Y/n moaned as felt her self closer and closer to her climax.

“Cum for me baby.”

And with just those words, she came right there while screaming Marshall's name. She was suddenly thankful that their house was in a more private area, away from a lot people. 

Marshall came right after her and groaned into her neck. He pulled out of her and gave her a droopy smile. He moaned softly at the sight of his girl. Her hair was messy, her makeup was sweating off and she looked so exhausted. But she was smiling, feeling high from her orgasm.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” He said.

Marshall got a hit shower ready for them so they could clean up. They both hopped in and held each other close, embracing each other's warmth and love.

Marshall kissed Y/n's hickeys and then started to move down her body at a steady pace. He reach her thighs and started kissing dangerously close to her pussy.

She spread her legs slightly and blushed out of embarrassment when she realised that she was already getting wet for Marshall again.

“Needy, huh, babe?” Marshall teased.

He held onto her thighs and started kissing the folds of her vagina and soon enough, sucking on it. Y/n dug her nails into Marshall's shoulders as she moaned at the feeling of his tongue on her core. 

He inserted a finger in, then two and slowly started moving. The combination of his tongue and two fingers moving through Y/n's folds had her spinning into a spiral.

Soon enough, he added another finger in and quickened his pace. He continued to suck and lick harder.

“Baby, I'm close.” Y/n moaned.

“Cum for me baby.” 

Y/n came whilst moaning Marshall's name softly this time. He stood up and her eyes immediately caught attention of his beard and lips, glistening with her juices. She kissed him, tasting herself on her tongue.

Marshall and Y/n curled up in bed with each other, holding each other close and dear to each other.

“You were so good.” Y/n praised.

“Thanks babe. Up for round 2 tomorrow morning?”

“You know I am.” She responded with a smirk.

And just like that, they fell asleep peacefully in each other's arms.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. I hope it was good :)

[jinftranda]

Words I Wasn’t Able To Tell You ✧⁠*⁠。

CHAPTER 1

Synopsis: You were transported to another universe along with Ekko and Heimerdinger. Let’s just say that you didn’t expect Sevika to be your close friend in this universe, especially after she betrayed you.

Content: mu!Reader x au!Sevika, self insert : p, friends to lovers, sfw (i’ll just edit this shit if i forget something) 1st au so plz be nice 🙏

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter ??

“You better hurry up ’cause Vander’s gonna kill us!”

“Yeah, yeah. Let me touch up real quick.”

“We haven’t even left your house yet, come on!”

“If you keep complaining I’ll move slower!”

“Alright. Just hurry up, we promised him to show up early, we were already behind the time we agreed to meet him.”

“Just wait here.” she then enters the bathroom with her make-up pouch. She grabbed a pressed powder from her bag and tapped away the oil on her face.

“Haggard where?” she puts down the powder inside her bag and starts posing in front of the mirror.

“Hey, I can hear you from here!”

“Ugh! I’ll be out in a sec.”

She leans forward to take a closer look at herself in the mirror.

‘Need to start wiping this shit up’ she said to herself after using her index finger to wipe off dust in front of the mirror.

The longer she looks at the mirror, the weirder her reflection starts looking.

She hears a distorted noise that causes her to lean on the counter.

She kept repeating “shit” from under her breath.

If a distorted noise wasn’t enough, she hears a ringing in her ears.

“Hey, you said that you’ll be touching up. Are you doing a ritual?”

“N-not f-funny” the woman inside the bathroom uses her hands to cover up her ears. “UGH FUCKING DIPSHIT.”

“What’s going on inside there?”

The ringing and distorted noise kept getting louder, she pressed her hands harder on her ears in an attempt to make the noise stop.

She then hears a loud bloodcurdling scream.

“Hey, we’re already late. Stop messing around!”

She got no response.

“I’m in no mood for this, Vander’s gonna fucking kill us!”

You open your eyes and the first thing you see is a huge bathroom mirror in front of you. You started touching your face, neck, hair, clothes, and eventually your arms. You looked down at your arms and onto your hands, you flipped the back of your hands to see your palms. You were interrupted when you heared the bathroom door slammed and the person grunts.

“What’s taking you so long?” the woman who barged into the bathroom complains to you.

The woman pants and looks at you “What happened to you?” she asks.

Sevika?

Your eyes open in shock.

You started looking at her face, hair, and clothes. You noticed her left arm.

“W-what h-happened to your arm?” you pointed at her left arm, where a mechanical arm is supposed to be placed at.

“Nothing?” Sevika replied to you with a scoff and irritated look. Your mouth gaped at her answer. “You.. didn’t lose it?“ you ask her.

“Why would I loose it?” Sevika retorted with an annoyed tone. “Are you just gonna stare and ask me questions or what?”

Sevika walks towards you but you grab a makeup brush inside the pouch you saw on the counter. You held the brush near her face when she was about to get close to you. Sevika immediately distanced her face from the brush and looked at you with confusion.

“What’s going on?”

“D-don’t come near me!” you screamed at her. Sevika gives you a confused look at you and walks backward with her hands up in the air as if she’s been caught stealing.

You looked again in front of the mirror.

You stared at your appearance and you placed down the brush on the counter.

This isn’t what you remembered looking like before weird shit started happening in that damn hextech place.

You then turned to look at Sevika who was leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

You bit your lip when you started recalling all the memories before she left you.

You were dying back there, and she just left you as if you were nothing to her.

How come you missed her so much despite everything she’s done to you?

“Can we get going now? Vander’s going to kill us, legit.” Sevika asks still in the same position she’s in.

“Vander?” you asked almost sounding like a whisper. “Yeah, we promised him that we’d meet him today. So, can we get out of your place now?”

She belittled you

Humiliated you

And yet,

your anger doesn’t stand a chance against your love for Sevika.

You didn’t answer Sevika’s question and you started walking up to her dumbfounded, “Ugh, finally.”

It’s about time we leave—” Sevika’s caught off guard when you drop down to her chest,

she looks down at you “I get it, you don’t wanna go out anymore Missy? Sorry, but we can’t do that Vander’s gonna— kill us..?”

Sevika stops when she hears you sobbing,

“Hey, what’s wrong? You didn’t answer and you hugged her, Sevika didn’t know how to respond and just hugged you back.

“Why did you leave me?” you started bawling your eyes out, “I never left you?” Sevika responds.

Liar

Your vulnerability took over your anger at her and you are now wailing and asking her questions.

“Did you not love me?”

“Was I not worth the risk?”

“Do I even mean anything to you?”

“What made you leave me?”

“Did you ever love me?”

Sevika couldn’t answer your questions and just hugged you, tight. She doesn’t have any idea what the fuck you’re asking her.

But you’re her best friend, that’s why she stayed and listened to your questions she has no idea about, rather than leaving you.

Flashback

This operation is a bust. You left the area with glass stabbed deep near your abdomen, you're limping while trying to get away from that place. You felt bad for leaving the others, but you’re dying.

You can feel the glass shift inside you whenever you try moving faster, you can’t run, and your only choice is walking.

You rushed near a wall and immediately leaned against it, you started panting and crying. “P-please h-help m-me..” you weren’t able to scream, it's like the stab wound near your abdomen is letting the energy flow out of your body, quickly.

You gasped out for air and you looked down at the stab wound. You attempted to remove it but you ended up wincing in pain, you ripped a piece of fabric out of your leggings and wiped the blood attempting to flow out your body.

You curse under your breath when you try standing up, the pain of the glass stinging is getting worse every time you breathe. You thought that the only thing to make it not sting is having to hold up your breath until you find help, but you soon realize that it will make you lose energy faster.

You discarded the idea of holding your breath and stood up. You walked as fast as you can, more than walking, less than a run. You immediately started losing energy in an attempt to move faster, “Shit!” you screamed before falling in the middle of the street.

“Please help me..” you said while wincing in pain.

You’re about to lose hope until you see a shadow from an alleyway walking towards you.

It’s Sevika

You immediately got up from where you’d fallen and ran into her. “S-sevika! T-thank goodness you’re here. I kept looking for you everywhere but I couldn’t find you, w-where were you even?” you ask Sevika with enthusiasm despite the situation you’re in.

Sevika stops in her tracks when she’s finally facing you. She glares at you, you expect to hear something from her and she just stands where she’s at.

“A-aren’t you going to say anything?” you ask Sevika and you end your question with a chuckle, trying to find humor from her serious face.

You fell on your knees and hugged her legs. “H-hey, w-why are you l-looking at me like t-that?” you asked Sevika, your voice was shaken.

Silence

To your surprise,

Sevika kicks you in the face making your whole body fall. You looked at her with shock painted across your face, “What are you d-doing?” your voice shook when you asked her.

You just brushed off the annoyance you’re feeling from her silence and offered your hand to her. You expect her to take your hand and help you stand up.

You notice her mechanical arm glow purple underneath her cloak, she tosses aside the cloak covering where her left arm is supposed to be. The mechanical arm revealed itself in front of you.

You have to admit that you expected Sevika to hold your hand with her right hand, but you immediately stopped complaining when she reached out her hand for you.

Sevika offers her mechanical hand to you, you grab her hand and hold it tightly.

You thought that she would pull you up right back on your feet—

but what happened is not what you’re expecting.

She tightens the grip on your hand causing you to yelp from pain, Sevika then looses the grip on your hand and opens your closed palm. Her sharp mechanical fingers dug right into your palm, you screamed at the pain and begged her to stop.

“W-what a-are you d-doing?” Sevika didn’t answer your question and dug her fingers deeper into your palm.

You’re crying from the pain and to what she is doing to you.

You looked at your palm and you saw blood flowing like a water fountain. You cried and winced even more when she dug her nails deeper longer than expected.

It felt like an eternity when she finally removed her nails from your palm. You snatched your hand from her reach and you looked at it.

You looked up to Sevika but she’s already covering up her mechanical arm.

“W-why d-did you d-do this?” you showed her your palm and she chuckled.

“You think I'd be dumb enough to trust newbies like you? Let alone be in a relationship with one.” Her confession made your eyes widen. “I don’t even know why I’m with you and you can’t handle fights like this!” Sevika shouts.

“You made me believe I’m r-ready for this.”

“You’re the strongest p-person i-i know, t-that’s w-why I trusted you.”

“You aren’t made for this shit! I don’t even know why Silco wants you.” Sevika pauses.

“I’ll just tell him you’re dead.”

Your mouth drops and you move backwards when you see Sevika going near you. Sevika caught up in your tracks, you looked away from her and expected her to stab you or even worse.

But she just came close to your ear and whispered—

“You’re never going to be cut out to protect the underground.”

Sevika pushes you down to the ground, she turns and walks away.

“S-sevika!”

“P-please d-don’t leave m-me!”

“I need you, p-please..”

“I know” Sevika responds.

Her figure disappears from your sight and you lose your conscience after a while.

—

You opened your eyes and were blinded by the lights coming from above you. You felt someone’s presence behind you and looked at it.

“Oh dear, she’s finally awake!” a yordle calls out to a man. The man seemed to hear the yordle and immediately went up to where you and the yordle were.

You were about to flood the yordle with questions when a man spoke behind you.

“I’m Ekko, that is Professor Heimerdinger. I’m his student.” you nodded at whatever Ekko was saying.

“And this—” Ekko places his hands on his hips and turns around to look at the place, “This is your new home.” he smiled after.

You had no choice but to stay here.

—

It’s been a month now since you started joining the Firelights. You insisted on joining them as a payment for their kindness and letting you stay. You do have experience with fighting and going on extreme missions.

Here comes another day, another shimmer shipment to burn down. You looked at the ship where barrels of shimmer fill the area. These barrels are one stamp away being shipped out to other locations.

—

You light up a torch and set the last barrel containing shimmer on fire. You glanced at the others and signaled them that every shimmer that is on board has been burnt down.

“Let’s go!” Scar shouted and ran.

You followed the others, but you accidentally tripped causing you to hit your face on the floor.

You scoffed at the damage you received then called on the others“Wait up!” You struggled to pick yourself up.

You stopped moving when you heared that some of Silco’s goons were here.

In a panic, you started picking yourself back together quickly.

You were about to run when you felt someone grip your wrist.

“Sevika! I caught one of those firelight idiots!”

Sevika? The mention of Sevika’s name made you scared. You tugged your wrist from the man who’s holding it.

“Let me go!” you shouted.

The man’s free hand started reaching for the mask on your face.

You tried moving away from his hand but he already removed it, your identity is now revealed.

“What the—? It’s you!” the man is shocked at the familiar face right in front of him that caused the grip on your wrist to loosen up. Before you could even remove your wrist from his grip, you saw a figure run near you and the man.

It’s Sevika.

She looks at the man holding your wrist, then her eyes finally land on you.

Her mouth dropped

The sight of seeing you turned into a firelight shocked her.

You took the silence as an opportunity to remove your wrist from the man’s hold and ran to the others.

When you finally find the others, they were shocked to see you— they looked up at the direction you came from and started panicking.

Sevika’s running towards you, along with three other men.

Ekko grabs a smoke bomb from his pocket and throws it at the ground, using it as a distraction to escape. The smoke bomb hits the ground and explodes! The others grab you and immediately flee from the area not giving you time to regain energy.

—

By the time that the smoke has subsided, none of you and the firelights are in sight.

“We lost them.” Sevika muttered, she glared at the three men she was with. She isn’t pissed off because of the firelights escaping.

She’s pissed off seeing you work with them.

“Shit!”

Ever since that encounter,

you realized that you just made Sevika your enemy.

an: howdy! how’d i do 🤠

[spinstertheuncommon]

Gotham's sewist- meet the robin | reader insert

Series master list

Disclaimers: use of y/n, no gendered terms for reader, no real romance but maybe later down the line for the story, not following any real comic lore, just my brain, lowercase because I'm lazy, reader is over Bruce's shit but he hasn't even begun. Reader does not know who batman is below the mask yet

note: reader has a non specific physical disability that affects their knee strength. they use an ambulatory cane on high pain days, but can walk without it. this is purely self indulgent.

Timeline: Reader and Bruce are 26

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"you're kidding me, right?"

you sit, staring up at the looming shadow in front of you, only illuminated by the streetlight behind him. not even the desk lamp you were hunched over could reach is face, but then again he was a wall of a man.

"i trust you can make it for him?"

you blink, dumbfounded, "i mean, yeah i can make it, but with little due respect, that,” you point, “is a child! he's like, 10 and you want me to make him a suit?!"

"I'm 12!" the small boy shoots up, bouncing over from the display wall of buttons and trims, coming over to rest his head on your desk.

"I-hun, that doesn't make it any better," you sigh. you don't want to break this little boys heart, but can you really endorse a child going out to fight crime? even if under the wing of the batman?

speaking of, batman leans further into the light, either to intimidate or level with you, but at this point you've moved passed any point of fear. you've seen this man in just a cowl and boxers to draft several patterns, he has nothing on you. and you know he hates it.

"you will be paid more than fairly, just name your rate"

"4 billion"

"done"

"wait, what?" you were being facetious, but from the half of his face you could see, this man was not playing. how the fuck does this man make money?

while processing this, batman had already pulled out a check book. you dive over the desk, "no, nononono no, B, i was kidding i wasn't serious, i just... do you have any plans..? inspiration..? a starting point..?" i can't believe i'm agreeing to this.

"I DO I DO!! Here!" the kid shoved a drawing in your face. it was one of those print outs to decorate a ginger bread man you’d see in school libraries, but had the brightest crayon colours all over it. a big banner covered the top of the page, in very neat writing, but still with the charm of a child's hand . it read 'robin' with 'hood' scratched out beside it. with green shoes, a big yellow cape, a hat with a feather, a red tunic and-

"what colour did you want the pants to be, hun?"

"I don't want any! i want a leotard!"

you sit, silently blubbering like a fish. once you had some semblance of comprehension, you immediately flick to the bat.

you're letting him go out, with no pants? the amount of time over the last 3 years you've spent with him, he should be well aware of what you say with your eyes.

and he was.

and he did nothing about it. he had the audacity to shrug.

you right about jumped out of your seat to strangle this man. you don't care if you're knee gives out, and you really don't care who he was, he needed someone out there to smack some sense into him, and if it was you, it will be you (you would later find out that someone was trying to, but B is as stubborn as he is quiet).

"mm ok, how bout i cut you a deal, hun? can we settle on some tights?"

he thought about it. he thought hard about it. he thought so hard his face scrunched along with it. he thought so hard you were sure he had stopped breathing and was about to turn blue.

"kid, i ca-"

"OKAY!!" he almost nocks himself over with how aggressively he threw his head back. this is the kid the bat wants to take out? i mean, if this is the energy he has at 2am then i guess?

you really didn't know anymore. but you're not out there, and the crime has gone down since batman jumped on the scene, and you're not the one in the kevlar spandex suit.

no,

you just make the kevlar spandex suits.

But money's tight.

no one buys from a 26 year old sewist with student debts up to their ears. no one comes to a shop so close to crime alley to fix their high priced suits and dresses, or commission one, carting wads of money thieves can sniff on their collars.

money's tight.

so you offer up 800 dollars.

he's a small kid, it won't cost much on your side.

the bat slides you a check, one you've seen before. always anonymous, and always twice as much as you offer.

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Hello!

This is like, my first fanfic that is actually seeing public light, so that's cool.

Gothams Sewist is a series, so follow me or the tag to stay updated if u like my work,

Thanks for reading!

-Spinster

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[awbublie]

wait my mc lore just dropped 🙀🙀

mc lore is here >.< fret not!!

they are a glorified self-insert i am shameless and will insert myself into my favorite media!!!

though she isn't a complete rip-off of me, maybe like 60% me

though i do love napco figurines

(edit: im so stupid and thought mx stood for mexican😭😭😓)

relationship charts!!!

caught mc on a good day!:

essentially means mc got a higher score than 60 on a test and just got a sweet treat.

feeling like contributing to society, she helps this rando return a phone.

seven:

both work with computers, he's just levels ahead of them.

inferiority complex kicks in til he starts helping her with assignments and omg im in love with this man.

likes his jokes and his robots are sooooo cool, "you think you can make one look like this? :3" insert image

calls him so he can practice his english and she can practice her korean.

the flirty banter really kicks up and they get their hopes up

gets butthurt day 8 when he turns them down.

jaehee:

desperate for female friends mc is overly-sweet and clingy.

jaehee is overwhelmed and explains in order for them to be proper friends time is needed.

they are now bonding over coffee beans and how mc brought some from her last Mexico trip

i WANT THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER SO BAD

yoosung:

misses her siblings so he's the closest to a little brother.

finds out guys don't typically like that when you tell them that, especially if they are older.

they make up and bond over their no-life life

trains in LOLOL for the next couple days bc DANG IT SHE WILL PLAY IN HIS LOBBYS!!!!

share shoujo recs

zen:

when he flirts at first, her heart flutters.

till jaehee gives her the warning, and atp jaehees word is bible

finds him silly but like in a older man kind of way

finds his costumes interesting and asks about the type of fabrics they use

during 707 route, she leans into the whole big sister zen and LOVES IT

jumin:

not too big with rich people and was quick to form an opinion

finds out ab Elizabeth and everything that they had thought gets thrown out the window WHAT A NICE MAN!

til shes asking about the area and he says something along the lines of "why move to a country you know nothing about? You are simply asking to fail. "

YEAH HES RIGHT BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO SAY THATTT 😭😭😭

is bitter for the next 2 days before she gets over it

caught mc on a bad day!:

felt with the daddy issues (we cannot control our fathers we have nothing to do with our father's errors they do not define what we do or who we become we can disagree with them and still love them)

the professor was moving too quickly during class, her computer was working, she fell behind and her brain is fried. it feels like it's been happening more and more....honestly it feels easier just to rot in bed sleeping.

getting a random message just worsens her mood. "i cant even help myself and im supposed to help you?" rolling over to try to make sense of the class notes.

saeran:

got kidnapped and had their laptop open

"you follow me on github?"

mc BEGS for him to teach them everything he knows

ends up becoming an intern and moving their classes online

but wait...this guy is lwk kinda cute....

and he's taking the time to teach me??? >.<

blind to their situation mc follows instructions and fufills small tasks

saeran gives her badge "ID:10T"

cleaning his code to filling up the office waterbottle, all in payment for bootcamp-saeran™

V:

reminds her of a teacher she had once, ick

finds him to be kind of a doormat, but so is she

doesn't enjoy seeing how others might view her

(707 route bc i forgot to mention him there) can't help but feel sorry for him, she may not trust him but i mean cmon they can't help but feel bad dude lost his fiance and now seems like he can't keep his life together

rika:

again, desperate for female friends, but this one IS SO DIFFERENT

this is like when you make eye contact with someone of a similar group and you kinda expect automatic friendship but they are cold to you

mc is either ignorant of mint eyes operations or is slowly being indoctrinated, they don't meet rika very often.

they form a kind of bitterness towards her, rooted in her insecurities

"how can someone be so loved?" "how can someone just 'create' a world of their own" "whats so special about her, i'd be able to do something like that too"

by only hearing of her through saeran they feel so insignificant to her influence, it weakens them

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 3

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

surprise sunday double drop!

insert the mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry meme here

dressed for success, armor on, time to do what she does best.

the way she visibly shrinks and trembles at the salem seven watching her. this coward is so terrified of dying and having to face her wife and son.

NO THEY ARE NOT WELCOME BILLY. WE'RE GONNA KILL THEM BILLY

look at how agatha's body language changes as soon as the others arrive. she's doing the thing!

lilia hasn't eaten in three days. she's poor, okay. her bed is literally inside her wall. (jen is mirroring agatha, interesting! they're both on high alert)

"High Priestess." Immense spiritual power, unwilling or unable to use it. meanwhile, future!lilia is sitting at the tarot table, looking for her coven through time. Unwilling or unable is a funny way to describe Jen's situation, I need to think about it a bit more.

she heard the Ballad, jen. you might even say she wrote it, jen. lol all her crime scene pictures are walls and gardens and random street corners.

look at the symmetry in this shot, it's beautifully composed. alice leaning against the door, a bit shy

I can't get over how agatha takes a moment to feel the weight of what she's about to do to sharon. the girls want a green witch and rio is out of the question, so sharon has to be sacrificed in her place, simple as that. a complete innocent. agatha is about to kill her.

branded is such a violent word too. as if the people of westview were cattle.

how lonely she's been since her husband died. how thrilled and glad she is to be invited to a party. I have very strong feelings about sharon and I'm gonna destroy you with them, don't you worry.

agatha's fake smile fades the moment she's alone. and you know the recurring joke about her forgetting sharon's name and calling her mrs. hart? it's on purpose, and it's demeaning, and it's a way to distance herself from her guilt. she does that with Tommy's name too. if sharon is a joke, maybe her death won't be so wrong. as if she's hurting a caricature rather than a real person.

agatha doesn't want billy anywhere near the crossfire

sharon took her purse but forgot to take off her gardening apron

future!lilia jumps back in time for a second to let us know she doesn't appreciate elphabagatha straddling her. couldn't be me.

BILLY HAS ALWAYS BEEN LINKED TO RABBITS AND SEÑOR SCRATCHY AND NICKY. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

nicky's bell!

lilia always singing backup is both hilarious and in character tbh. agatha would think she deserves to be lead singer. lilia would think she's undeserving despite literally sounding like patti lupone and being the most powerful witch around

(has there been anything from the costume department about lilia's necklace and vest decorations? they look fascinating)

herb, my guy. it's time to move to eastview or smth

there is absolutely NO REASON for agatha to be that intense. she is not doing any real magic, she's playing a part and being cheesy about it as usual

yeah, sorry girls. you are all great singers and harmonize together beautifully, but like. you know. patti lupone. she's on another plane of existence. like I said perfectly in character! lilia is that bitch!! be glad she has a heart of gold and the self-confidence of a shoelace, or she would literally be ruling a couple galaxies at this point

oh, alice, sweetie. while agatha is faking emotion, alice's tears are so real and painful. what's worse, agatha's feelings about the song are just as deep and complex, but she won't let herself feel them. especially not in front of other people.

gasp! how DARE YOU ma'am! lol they were all speechless for a moment at the intimacy they just shared and now they are deflecting

oooh Agatha trying to get a rise out of them calls Lilia a coward, jen a fraud and alice a disappointment. We have our lion, scarecrow and tin man.

well someone's panicking

well well well how the turntables

lmao billy going agathaahahahahahaha

kudos for making the salem seven so creepy on zero budget tbh

agatha looks at the Road, looks at the blue magic, looks at Billy. and you know what I think? this is when she knew. right from the start. that this is Billy, Wanda's Billy, and that he created this. Her heart is still pounding in panic, she cannot believe she's still alive. She could call the kid out immediately, but she still hasn't got what she wanted: the others' powers. and she has learned the hard way how dangerous chaos magic is, so she chooses to lay low and study the situation a little more. she is always, always scheming and studying and improvising, she is bullshitting when she takes off her shoes, needs to pretend she knows what's going on.

toto we're not in kansas etc etc. dear lord these scenes are so infuriatingly dark. it's gonna be a bitch to brighten them.

and that's it for episode two! next we look at sharon's tragic demise. shoutout to @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l for always being first to like and reblog, thank you!

go to episode 3 part 1

[lb-secret-shh]

Trafalgar Law x AFAB Reader/Self insert (the art below is the self insert but the writing is x reader)

SMUT 🔞 Established romantic relationship, reader is making a goof and being a little shit, I haven’t written smut in actual years please be kind,

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The deep short thrusts hit you just right from the tall lithe man positioned behind you. Sounds of your arousals mixing together in the wet squelch of your pussy taking him were accompanied by the soft moans and whines from the two of you. On your hands and knees you couldn't help but arch your back and fall into the soft pillow before you, clinging to it in building ecstasy and pressing your ass into his hips in the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Ah- C-captain," Each motion causing his tip to rub against your cervix and his balls to tap against your clit brought you closer and closer to your high, your brain getting hazier the closer you got.

A deep chuckle rumbled behind you and you felt Law's slender hands move from their grip on your hips to the space beside your head, the tips of his fingers dancing along the skin of your sides before finding their purchase there. His movements inside you never ceasing all the while. The heat of his chest radiated on your back as his lips placed tender kisses against the base of your neck to the shell of your ear.

"We're a little past Captain and Subordinate, don't you think?" You could hear the cocky smile on his lips as his words dripped sultry and sarcastic against your ear. His words snapped you right out of your haze.

The sudden jolt from you caused him to stutter his motions, taken off guard and leaning back a bit. With a quick movement onto your elbows, pressing your back into his chest, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him with wide eyes and a stupid smile.

"Gasp! Are we friends?!?" Your eyes twinkled with a mischievous glee, enjoying the shift from a look of surprise, to his usual look of an unamused grimace when you've said something truly stupid. A warm hand pushed your head back down onto the pillow with a soft fwup, eliciting a string of giggles from you.

"Shut up," Despite his demeanor his words held no bite, and you could have sworn you heard his smile. The hand atop your head soothed through your hair then leaned down and placed a few kisses against your shoulder, then against your temple on the side of your face not smothered in the pillow. "You're so annoying." He peppered a few more kisses to the side of your face before meeting your lips in a tender kiss. You shifted with him, turning more on your side, extending one leg between his own, flush with the mattress. In the movement he slid out of you eliciting a soft groan from both parties, and lifted your other leg over his hips. Pressing himself back into you, you both relished in the slick warmth of the other that was momentarily lost. With his lips against yours he began his movements again, this time deep long slow thrusts, enjoying the drag of his cock squeezed so lovingly by your walls. Each time he bottomed out he'd rock his hips into you, rubbing his tip against that sweet spot deep inside, making you whine into his mouth and run your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," you mumbled between deep sweet kisses. "But I have a funny feeling you might like it." Your whimpers and moans mixed with giggles and the only response you got was a deep hum and a slight smile on his lips against yours.

(My warm up for today and yesterday was sketching then cleaning this piece)

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Cecil Stedman x GN!Reader word count: 900 a/n: am i unhinged? yeah. but i'm at peace with that. and i think i should be rewarded for my self-awareness by being pushed under a desk and asked to suck cecil stedman's fat cock u-u cw: hair pulling, blowjobs, praise kink, instructed oral sex, risky location, choking on dick 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Employee evaluations and boot licking were very much not your thing. You didn’t need the praise, a boost of incentive to work at a job you’d rather not have but rather required to have in order to exist. But there were things you were willing to do, even begging to do. And you were more than happy to degrade yourself for the opportunity to do them. It’s why you so often found yourself on your knees below Cecil Stedman’s desk, staring up at him with wide, thankful eyes, your mouth filled with his cock, average length but surprisingly thick.

From under his desk, strategically hidden and subtly indicating your status as lower than him, you stared up into Cecil’s steely blue eyes, a glimmer of affection behind them, far more than he offered to anyone else he looked at. His fingers laced through your hair, pads pressing onto your scalp as he pushed you, mouth open expectantly, towards the tip of his cock. Slowly, but still forcefully, he inserted himself past your lips, groaning as his head hit the back of your throat. Your chokes and splutters made his heartbeat quicken, abdomen tightening as his muscles tensed in arousal.

“Breathe through your nose… and put your tongue underneath- yep, yes… just like… Oh, that’s it… that is it! You’re a fast learner.”

Your drool was pooling against your bottom lip, eyes watering as he bucked the tip against your throat. In a move of genuine care, he tugged at the knot of your hair he held in his clamped fist and pulled you off his cock, watching your saliva spill from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin.

He steadied himself on the edge of his chair, one hand firmly planted at the based of his cock, just enough uncovered by his hand for you to wrap your lips around the tip. As you began sucking again, running your tongue around his head, taking more of him in as he removed his hand, his trust that you could do this without straining yourself renewed. Despite what you might have believed, this was only pleasurable for him if you enjoyed yourself too. But not wanting to seem too soft, he offered another instruction.

“Don’t be afraid to use your teeth a little. You think I’m soft? I deal with these assholes on a daily basis, I can handle a bit of rough play.”

You tightened your jaw a little, letting his shaft graze along the bottom row of your teeth, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as the slight tingle of pain coursed through him.

“You know, if everyone listened as well as you did, we wouldn’t have so many god damn problems around here.”

Cecil’s warm palm held your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in a display of affection, the likes of which only you ever saw from him truly. There were others he cared for, but you were the only one he seemed to feel anything deeper towards. It made you feel special. That he could have at his behest the most incredible superheroes on the planet, and you were the one he chose to spend his time with.

He tapped his thumb against your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his as he spoke.

“Hollow them, it shows your sucking as hard as you can, you know I like that ah… aha ha… wow, you are a very good listener…”

His thumb went back to skating back and forth over your now flushed and warm cheeks.

“… such a good employee, we’ll need to negotiate a bonus for you.”

You could feel your eyes, half-lidded and wet with tears, sparkling with excitement at his praise.

“You’re so good… you’re doing so good… gimme a second though…”

His slender fingers pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it before he took it off completely, flicking it over your head and letting it rest at the back of your neck. He held the two ends between his clenched fists, tugging at them, using them to pull you towards him on your hands and knees, freeing you from your spot under his desk. Now you were exposed, risking anyone walking in, though you knew no one would. Cecil Stedman decided when people spoke to him, not the other way around. The same way as he decided when you would take a breath, or when you would switch techniques, or when you could stop. You were under his control, like everything else in the world. Another plate for him to spin.

As he leaned back in his chair, shifting his pants down further on his thighs and placing his hands on top of his head, you pressed forwards, easing yourself up and resting your palms on his knees. He was silent, taking the time to just appreciate your efforts as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hungrily, desperate to please him, wanting so bad to continue to do a good job for him. With one hand running over his head and through his long hair, he let the other hover over your shoulder, not wanting to push you any further, wanting to let you take control instead for these last few moments. He was close, and he wanted you to earn his load of your own accord.

You could coax it out of him, he was certain of that.

[genericpuff]

This plot point annoyed me so much! I thought she was finally going to open up to Persephone about the reasons why she hated Hades so much, about what he did to her, but no! They just introduced a new yet unnecessary character to the story 🤦🏼‍♀️

What are your thoughts about it?

oh yeah it annoyed the piss out of me too and for one very big reason that is CHRONIC in LO:

It's a solution to a problem Demeter didn't have.

This happens to a lot of characters throughout the comic. They'll have some kind of plot-driven conflict or character-driven flaw, and then it will be solved by something else entirely that had nothing to do with their original problem or doesn't line up with the theme of their storytelling. Minthe had insecurity issues and a toxic relationship with Hades? Just give her a classroom full of children to babysit! Hades had infertility issues? That's fine, Persephone somehow fixes those issues because at the end of the comic they have babies and Hades has his happy ending so it's fine! Hera was in an unhappy relationship with Zeus and had trauma from her past as a victim of Kronos? No problem, just make her an all powerful fertility goddess! Persephone accidentally causes winter which kills possibly thousands of people? Gaia is here to save the day, and also she's the one who makes Persephone return to the Mortal Realm for a couple months with full visitation rights. Apollo is a serial rapist who's attempted murder on several occasions, even against his own father in an attempt to take the throne? Community service, that'll solve it.

Demeter is one of the biggest examples of Rachel's inability of writing an actual cohesive plotline. She writes like the only goal is to come up with new twists to keep people reading each week without ever considering what themes or questions she should be answering throughout. So when she does pose questions, the answers often wind up being severely disconnected because she can't be bothered to actually plan out a plotline with narrative structure, she just needs 'things' to happen. To put it bluntly and simply, she writes like how a 13 year old on Wattpad would write, no actual thinking about the material she's presenting, no consideration for the curtains and what color they are, just "make the things happen so that people will keep reading because that's what writing is!"

Demeter's problem wasn't her failing to understand Persephone. It was people failing to understand her when she had reasonable cause to both be wary of Persephone moving to Olympus as well as Hades and his intentions with her daughter. But because Rachel needs to have the perfect happy ending for her self-insert power fantasy couple, she resorts to gaslighting both Demeter as well as the audience by extension into believing that the solution to Demeter's character arc... is understanding Persephone more.

Like first of all, the moral "people just want to be understood" is way, WAY too "baby's first storyline" at this point in the story especially when we've tried to tackle much bigger topics like sexual assault, and when we know how complex Demeter's backstory is. There's no way she needs to be told by Hebe that people just want to be "understood". She absolutely knows this already, and has been fighting to be understood by her siblings and peers and family for centuries, but of course, everyone sees her as just "the contrarian".

But then the final solution is... the sudden appearance of Demophoon as her long-lost child, and Hades giving her the volcanoes. That's it. She doesn't get to actually become Queen of the Mortal Realm, she never really gets closure over the past 2000 years of abuse from everyone around her, Hades just - like with everyone - buys her affection and she gets a new baby to pour her attention into instead of Persephone and we're all just forced to go along with it for the sake of Rachel's fantasy.

Rachel can't write (￢_￢;)

[rainebelowzero]

could i mayhaps request friend!reader, who often plays games & calls with kurt on discord, and kurt has a habit of eherm jorking it while on call with reader... mayhaps reader hears a little and questions kurt and so on, catches him. i feel like kurt would like the risk of being caught.. the little freak

🦫anon

I can't think of a title </3

notes: I didn't mention this on my last post but OMG THANK YOU GUYS FOR 300 FOLLOWERS WHAT??? thank you so much for supporting me and this blog I made that started with self insert fanfiction in my notes app, I love all of you <333

♡ Kurt jerks it on discord call, the reader catches him, but I didn't exactly put whether or not they're into it, so you can decide, voice kink(?), i think technically exhibitionism ♡

Kurt jumped up the second he got the notification that read “Get on the game.” He had just ended a stream, and was planning to go to bed, but he really wanted to hear your voice.

Something about it did something to him, and he could feel himself growing hotter the second he heard your greeting. He played for a little, (admittedly not doing very well), before feeling his pants get tighter at the sound of you groaning from stretching. He told himself he wasn't going to keep doing it, it was a one time thing that…somehow turned into a two time thing, and then he did it a third time, and…he preferred not to think about it.

He slips a hand into his pants, careful not to make too much noise, since his microphone was extremely sensitive. A hand wraps around his cock, already half hard, and a shiver goes through him as he bites down on his lip. He doesn't even notice that you're talking to him until he hears a loud, “Hellooooo?”

“Y-yeah? Sorry, I was…I thought I heard my mom calling me.” He says, and then proceeds to not hear whatever you say after that, muttering out an absentminded approval.

The next round of the game, he finds it incredibly difficult to play with one hand, so he purposely runs himself in front of another player, getting killed so he can spectate.

“Dude! You actually suck, how'd you even do that?” You laugh. He laughs along with you, but it's barely present as he silently spits into his hand and begins to pump his cock, lifting his other hand to his mouth so he can whine into it. He sighs shakily, twitching in his hand as he hears you curse about another player. He moans into his hand, a little too loud. His eyes widen, and he freezes, but being met with no response, he slowly ruts up into his fist.

He shuts his eyes again, imagining what you'd do if you caught him. Maybe you'd be cool with it. Or you'd be incredibly upset with him and cuss him out, which he feels his cock twitching again at the thought of. He was just so close to being caught and that made him let out another moan. He finds himself making noises just to see what he could get away with, the risk making him leak and buck into his fist.

“You could at least be more subtle, Kurt.” He hears, making him freeze in his tracks.

“What?” He practically squeaks, hand still on his dick but no longer moving.

He hears you sigh, and he slowly starts to keep going. “I'm not stupid, I can hear you.” You say, the heat in Kurt's stomach growing as he realizes that you've been able to hear him. The entire time, every time he's done it.

He lets out a whine, not even being able to process anything you're saying to him, not even whether or not it's positive or horribly negative. He lets his head fall back against his chair, moaning as he bucks his hips, spilling all over his stomach and shirt.

He cums a lot, more than normal, and in the back of his mind, he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to wear the shirt again. He hears you go silent at the sound of his very obvious orgasm as he comes down from it, the thoughts dawning on him that he would have to actually deal with whatever consequences that came from doing that. He's so fucked.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Please Take Me Home

Summary: Jerry makes a mistake that may cost him his only friendship outside of the club

Word count: 1.7k

TW/CW: None

A/N: This was requested by @amazingbananabread! Mel was such a fun character to do! Thank you so much for the request!

Reblogs are appreciated!

Mel could feel herself shaking when the doorbell rang. She looked over at the setup (popcorn, a DnD movie she picked up, her and Jerry’s character sheets, and her notebook (just in case this night inspired something)) and sighed.

It’s been a while since her and Jerry actually did something together. Between hosting their own clubs, school work and generally just being tired all together, it was finally nice to actually just talk as friends…well, being friends with Jerry was complicated (considering The Eltingville Club in general is a warning in it of itself), but they got along, relatively speaking.

Besides, peeking out her window, Jerry seemed to also have his own stuff as well. Specifically, he was holding his own book bag. Maybe his parents made him overpacked? Who really knows?

“H-hey, Jerry!” Mel welcomed.

“Bidibidibidi, hey Mel. It was nice inviting me to your house.” Jerry chuckled.

“Um, no problem…would you like to-“

“Come inside, yes.” Jerry felt himself getting overly excited about this meeting for some reason.

Sure, Mel was his only friend outside of the club, so it makes sense about his over excitement, but he could feel his heart beating slightly faster when Mel gave him that winning grin of hers…his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Are you okay, Jerry? I know this hangout was last minute, so I’d understand if you would prefer keeping to yourself and-“

Shit. He was still outside of her porch.

“N-no, I’m fine! I’m just thinking about something else.” He chuckled.

With that, he stepped inside and let Mel lead him to the living room.

…

“You know, I never knew how exciting DnD could be till I met you.”

Snapping back from the movie, Jerry looked up at Mel. Her hair had been pulled back so she could have an easier time seeing what she was writing. The popcorn was mainly forgotten about, instead both favoring the Mountain Dew Mel brought for this occasion (which was already running low). As for their DnD character sheets, they’ve really only been using them to get a good idea on how they should act next time they played together.

“R-really?”

Mel smiled. It was kind to cute seeing Jerry’s shocked expression, especially considering he was the dungeon master for his club. It’s still nice seeing how comfortable he was around her.

Ever since she moved here, she always felt…lost. That’s the best word she can come up with. Lost. While she did have Lucy to be her confidante, it felt weird relying on one person for her social life. She loved her club with her whole her whole heart, but she still remember her mom scolding her for that thought process.

Meeting Jerry was so nerve wracking; being part of the Eltingville club often met being the subject of their bullying and ridicule, especially when she writes mainly fanfics and self inserts. Jerry, though…he was always weird. Still weird, yes, but outside of the club’s influence, he was a pretty nice guy (as nice as you can get with a member of the Eltingville club).

Jerry can feel a lump in his throat forming before sighing.

“Y-you know, I’ve always liked you Mel.” Jerry expressed.

Mel raised her eyebrows to that. “Well, yeah, I’ve always liked you too-“

“I mean, I know you mean that in a friend way…a-and I do too, but…”

It was Mel’s turn to feel the lump in her throat. Her hand trailed next to his and offered a comforting pat on the hand.

“It’s okay. You can tell me.”

For the rest of the night, Mel will question herself for that simple statement and that gesture. Jerry will question what made him so brave in that moment. If he thought about it for 5 seconds, it was clear Mel was trying to be friendly to him, dammit, but that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is the fact that, in this moment…Jerry leaned in and puckered his lips.

“O-oh! Jerry!” Mel scooted violently, causing the Mountain Dew to spill on the character sheets. “O-oh shit!”

“A! I-I’m sorry!” Jerry desperately tried to pick up the sheets, which were soaked by Mountain Dew at this point.

“J-J-Jerry! What was that?!”

“I-I don’t know! The moment seemed right. I-I mean, we were having a good time, the smell of popcorn was in the air, you looked so b-beautiful-“

“What?! Jerry, I was hanging out with you as a friend. I thought you were nervous about the club or something!”

“I am, but this was taking up my mind. I-I…”

“You what?”

The look on Mel’s face was something close to abject horror. The room was spinning around her, and she was clinging onto the table for dear life, less she passed out from how light her head was getting.

Jerry simply looked over at his terrified friend, and the lump was now becoming close to throw up.

“I…I’m so sorry.” Jerry rushed to grab his things and left without saying a word, leaving Mel to deal with the mess.

…

“You what?”

“I….I’m so sorry…”

Their final conversation has been spinning in Jerry’s head. Sitting in another meeting, he played with the cuff of his shirt and generally kept his mouth shut.

Shit….shitshitshitshitSHITSHITSHIT what was I thinking?! Was it seeing the romance of the DnD that inspired spark of confidence? Was it the Mountain Dew taste in my mouth? I mean, the air felt so warm, and she looked so sweet….

Why are you thinking like that? Just because your parents’ met like this doesn’t mean it’ll end like this. They’re always busy, and the only reason I went to her house was because they both had a trip till today! Maybe if I just did nothing, just kept to myself, maybe I wouldn’t be thinking about this moment will Bill stares at me!

“Jerry! You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bill mocked. Pete and Josh turned in Jerry’s direction, now seeing the nervous teen look up at them.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about something…” Jerry mumbled.

“Well, it’d better be more important than this meeting, cause we’re still trying to see how to get the most out of ‘free comic book day’!”

With that, Bill went back to the drawing board, circling at an unknown location and discussing who would go where and how, why, whatever!

Jerry simply went back to his own space bubble. He doesn’t know what was more worrying: the club finding about their friendship, or the letter inside his book bag.

….

School just got out for the day, and Lucy insisted she walked Mel to her locker this time.

“You know, Lucy, it isn’t that big of a deal.” Mel sighed. She chewed her gum in silence, letting the minty flavor take over her whole mouth.

“But it is a big deal!” Lucy exclaimed, “The fact he tried kissing you is insane! Doesn’t he know that you’re his only girl friend!”

“It’s not even that, Lucy. I just wish…I don’t even know what to say-“

“You say that he’s kind of creepy for doing that in the first place.”

“He wasn’t! I just feel…so weird thinking about it. I mean, I don’t like him that way, at least I don’t think I do, but seeing his goofy attitude and how he looked so unsure of himself, it kind of reminded me of myself honestly. Like, I’d also be nervous with the first kiss.

“However, I also know it’d be more like my fanfics; in a dramatic scene, where the main characters confess to each other desperately before kissing each other, cementing their love, or in a established relationship, where they’re quick cute pecks of love….they make confessing so easy.”

“Yeah, because the writers are like us; people who don’t realize the first kiss may not be as fantastical as we think they are.”

Mel sighed. She walked over to her lock and started to turn the combination. When she opened it up, the first she noticed was a letter fall right on the floor. It was a familiar green color, and that hand writing…

“How does he know your locker number? It’s kind of creepy…”

“Or…kind of romantic…” Mel whispered.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing! Hahahaha….you think I should meet him?”

“Only if you want a funeral afterwards.” Lucy joked.

Mel looked back at the envelope. Feeling it, she can tell it was thick for some reason. What was Jerry even planning this time?

…

The school’s rooftop seemed a fine place. Jerry could only sit on one of the benches and stare into the sunset. It was getting colder, the wind nipping at his exposed skin.

The door opened slightly. Jerry looked over and saw a familiar purple vest. Mel’s jet black hair flew out with the wind as she held the now opened letters and stepped into view.

“You…you wanted to see me?” Mel asked sheepishly. Jerry stood up and walked a little closer to Mel, who stepped back in result.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Jerry gulped, “Listen, about last night…I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was just so focus on the moment and didn’t think about how badly I would hurt you.

“…It’s still weird that you did it. I got your letter, and it feels like you only did it to right your wrongs, and actually acknowledge what you did.

Jerry looked down. “I…I know. I just-you’re my friend, Mel, and I really like you. This is not even the romantic way; I actually really enjoy your company, and I’m even questioning why I did…Jesus fucking Christ…I’m so sorry Mel. I’m sorry for putting you in this position…”

Seeing Jerry’s eyes start to welt was a sight Mel never thought she see. She knows how much of beating Jerry takes from the club, but she never thought this was the moment that would get to him. It would get to her too, if she was in his position, but it took her back to her writing.

Her staring down at the piece of writing, imaging her favorite characters in this scenario (she always loved rooftop confessions), except this was a scene of regret and tears. She could feel her chest tighten as well. She really did like Jerry, and sometimes…she thought of him like that, but not like this, no.

Mel reached over to Jerry with a simple hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just..forget this ever happened. I don’t want this so stumbled into something worse…”

“…yeah. I just want to forget it happened in the first place. Okay?” Jerry asked.

“…Yeah. That sounds okay.”

[bbeeohazardd]

took a bit because i fucking hate finishing things, but my Dialtown oc/self insert! his name is Helen, and he's someone who very recently was the victim of a hit-and-run dealing with disability stuff resulting from that causing stress for his school and professional life, more in detail about him under the cut, but it'll be nonsensical bc it's late, and my brain isn't firing on all cylinders rn

basically he grew up with a kinda shitty home life, dad was a shithead but mom and siblings were good though he was general able to live kinda normal and get into college for marine biology while working at Bunny's until one night a drunk driver was following him closely and ended up hitting him once he got out of his car, he wasn't hurt too badly luckily, but generally getting injured stress and the emotional stress was a lot on his body which ended up kickstarting some chronic health conditions he had that hadn't been affecting him all that much until this whole thing

after that he kinda just started to flunk out of college, just believing that his life was over along with doing worse at work due to his new health issues and Bunny being an asshole who doesn't bother to accommodate him, eventually he meets Randy while on a doctor recommended walk to the park and recognizes him as the guy in the dumpster from his work, and they end up hitting it off, starting to hang out when Randy's back at Bunny's while Helen's on his smoke break eventually leading to the two of them dating

I'm thinking that eventually Randy would still get the job at the Funfair due to Gingi in some way and eventually Helen would let Randy move into his apartment mainly out of concern for Randy's health and well-being, but also out of feeling more reassured due to having someone living with him just in case he needs help due to disability stuff

eventually Randy introduces Helen to Oliver due to Helen talking about the costs of transition stuff and Oliver knowing all about that shit and Oliver offers to help him with making a custom phone which he accepts, and they all become closer which eventually leads to poly

at some point Helen meets Harry who helps him get a job at Bear as the prize corner guy which like Jack is still a shit boss but he at least accommodates Helen which is FAR better than Bunny's so he's alright

but yeah, my guy, love him

[jinftranda]

Words I Wasn’t Able To Tell You ✧⁠*⁠。

CHAPTER 4

Synopsis: You were transported to another universe along with Ekko and Heimerdinger. Let’s just say that you didn’t expect Sevika to be your close friend in this universe, especially after she betrayed you.

Content: mu!Reader x au!Sevika, self insert : p, friends to lovers, sfw (i’ll just edit this shit if i forget something) 1st au so plz be nice 🙏

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter ??

“You think you can recreate the anomaly with these?” Heimerdinger says while he inspects the leftover pieces of hextech crystals.

“That’s the theory.”

“Inconceivable”

“So you’d help us?” you ask Heimerdinger while chewing on your food.

“I meant that quite literally, I don’t believe this can be done.”

Ekko scoots forward in his seat and looks at Powder.

Powder sees him in her peripheral vision and also looks back at him.

Ekko smiles at her.

She looks away angrily.

Ekko’s left alone with disappointment painted on his face.

“Tampering with the arcane never ends well, lad.”

“Is there a way for us to make this work?” you pointed with your fork at the bits of hextech crystals.

“Let’s.. do more attempts later, when Ekko finally apologizes to Miss Powder.” Heimerdinger jokes and taps Ekko lightly. Ekko looks at him with a horrified face.

“H-how’d you know?” Ekko stops moving and questions Heimerdinger.

“I know the look of a wasted lad,” Heimerdinger said with a wink and looked more into the crystals.

You laugh and hit Ekko lightly on his shoulder, “Now, what did you do?” you ask Ekko, emphasizing the last word. You eat the last piece of your food and drink the whole cup of water.

“Pissed her off.” Ekko looks down and plays with the cup in his hand.

“Sheesh pissed mine off too,” you say sarcastically.

“Vi’s dead.” Ekko states dreadfully.

You are curious about Vi in this universe, but you never expected a bombshell of a news about her.

“WHAT?” you ask loudly, you grab the attention of the other customers and you apologize to them.

You lower your voice to a whisper and you ask Ekko again, “How?”

“I thought Ji— Powder killed Vi, but it’s all because of the tip I gave them.” you nod your head slowly while listening to Ekko.

“The explosion, remember that?”

“Oh, the apartment at Topside? Yeah, I remember that. Vi died because of the explosion?”

“Yeah, that.”

You hum quietly while nodding slowly, the mood immediately shifted when Vi’s death was mentioned on the table. But Ekko breaks the shift in mood.

“Well, how about you?”

“Me?”

“You said you pissed off Sevika, why?”

You ‘tsk’ and look away in a different direction. “It’s too embarrassing to share.” you cross your arms while trying to look unbothered.

“Just spit it out.”

You put your hands on the table, finally explaining, “Okay, well— uh, she asked me to fix her stove ’cause.. apparently I’m the only one who knows the way around it. But I don’t know how to fix shit.”

“And?”

“I— came up with dumb excuses...”

“And?”

“Ugh, my excuses pissed her off!”

You see Ekko and Heimerdinger holding themselves back from laughing. You roll back your eyes and scoff.

“You can laugh.”

They finally let out the laughs they were holding in. “And you laughed when Powder didn’t smile back at me? This is more terrible!” Ekko laughs hysterically and slaps his legs while doing so.

You were about to roll your eyes back again when someone entered the bar.

It’s Sevika

You fix your posture and face your back towards Sevika’s direction. Ekko and Heimerdinger notice the sudden change in your demeanor, they give you a concerned look.

Sevika approaches the bar front and engages in a conversation with Powder.

“What’s she doing?” you ask Ekko discreetly.

“She’s talking to Powder..?”

“Okay good enough.” You face Sevika’s direction just for you to see that she’s already looking at you. It caught you off guard and you returned to your position earlier.

“Just apologize, lad” Heimerdinger suggests.

“I wish it was that easy, ugh!” you leaned on the table way too hard, causing your forehead to hit the wooden table. It creates a noise and almost everyone in the bar looks at the direction of the noise, but they turn back, minding their own business.

“Ouch..” you whine silently while touching your forehead, you bring out a mirror from your bag and you inspect your forehead.

“I’d love to help, but I’m afraid it’d be too impossible.” Heimerdinger puts down the crystals and removes his glasses, he uses the fabric of his clothes to wipe off any specks of dust on it.

You snort, “That’s what I told Sevika before pissing her off!” you chuckle and hit Ekko lightly using your elbows.

“The risk is far too great.”

“You said I was your pupil, I need a professor.” Ekko dismisses Heimerdinger’s conclusion.

“Better yet— a partner.” Ekko smiles at Heimerdinger, giving him a persuasive look.

Heimerdinger seems to give in to Ekko’s words. He sighs before speaking, “Oh, blast nozzles. How could I forsake a brilliant lad in need?” Heimerdinger smiles back at Ekko.

“So, let’s start?” you put back the mirror in your bag and you turn your face towards the two.

You sigh when both of them nod to your question. You don’t know anything about building and technology— and that’s what you’re about to do.

The two seemed to notice the expression on your face. “Is there something that you’re not telling us, my dear?” Heimerdinger asks while going up to you.

“I-I don’t think I’d be a great help at recreating the anomaly..”

Ekko turns to look at you and his eyebrows furrow, “Well, the person I am in this place might be one of the greatest inventors of all time, but there’s no way I’m also good at that.”

“It’s like, we’re the same person but different.” you touch the back of your neck while explaining to the two of them. “After all, that is the reason why I’m not with Sevika.”

“Hey, we’re in this together.” Ekko pats your shoulder, and you smile softly at the act. “There is no way we’re gonna pull this off without you, ever since you became a firelight, you also became a family to me, to us.” Ekko points at himself and Heimerdinger.

You can’t help but smile at what Ekko said, it warms your heart.

“Very well my boy.” Heimerdinger got on his feet and picked up the container with crystals inside. “Let’s get right into it!” Heimerdinger exclaims with excitement.

You and Ekko give each other a nod of agreement, the two of you are about to gather yourselves up— until Heimerdinger stops the both of you.

“I think the two of you should start by apologizing to Miss Powder and Miss Sevika, my lads.” you pause at what Heimerdinger said.

“I already have something prepared for her,” Ekko says, referring to Powder.

“I don’t have any.” you look down at the ground with a frown on your face.

“Just say you’re sorry and never mention that you aren’t from this universe!” Heimerdinger lifted his index finger upon his suggestion to you.

“I’ll try Professor, but no promises.”

“We do need a place to recreate the anomaly.” he turns to Ekko, he’s probably referring to Powder’s place.

“And another set of hands to help us with the materials.” he then turns to you, referring to Sevika’s help.

—

You sigh before leaving the bar. The other two went in different directions, they insisted that you should apologize to Sevika before joining them. Ekko already has something for Powder, but you? You have nothing to give Sevika.

Though it isn’t totally required to bring anything to her, it’d be too rude if you show up empty-handed.

—

You stroll around the Underground and Piltover for a while, and you walk up unintentionally at a recognizable place. That’s where you find yourself standing up in the middle of the shipping docks.

You have no memories of getting here, but you look around, it’s not like they’re not allowing you to go here. As long as you don’t touch or steal anything.

You walk up to a familiar spot at the docks and stand there. You tilt your head, trying to recall something in your mind.

And that’s when you realize that you’re standing at the exact spot where Sevika found out you’re a firelight.

An image of her face pops up in your mind.

You remember her face vividly.

Your surroundings change, the blue sky going orange. The colors slowly turn down.

The smoke surrounding you and Sevika from the fire going down. Fire cracking is the only sound that fills up the area.

You were interrupted when a man bumped into you.

You jump back to reality when you turn to see the person who bumped into you, he apologizes and flees away. You also apologize to the man, saying sorry under your breath.

The man slightly moved you from where you were standing a few seconds ago. You bite your bottom lip and walk away from the area, without looking back.

It still hurts.

—

It took you an hour before finally finding Sevika. You found her in her home. How did you know she was in there? Not that you were following her, it’s because Sevika’s shoes are outside of her home.

And she never wears her outside shoes inside.

You sigh before contemplating if you should actually knock. Your hands are beginning to sweat and Sevika’s probable reactions fill your mind.

‘What if she closes the door on me before I could even speak?’

‘What if she doesn’t even open the door?’

‘What if she—

“Are you just gonna stand there and do nothing?” the door opens, almost hitting your face.

You jump back, almost stumbling. “Y-You scared me!” you say to her almost breathless.

“You’re the one who’s scared?” Sevika exclaims.

“Well, I.. uh.”

“Well?” Sevika leans on the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. You hate to admit it but she looks attractive, especially when she does that. But you remember the reason why you’re standing in front of her looking like an idiot.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for.. being a jerk and I lied about forgetting how to fix your stove..” you look down on the ground, shame is slowly eating you alive whenever you try to follow up your words. You're fidgeting with the strap of your bag while thinking of what to say next.

Just apologize to her, and don’t mention that you’re actually not from here.

“I—”

“It’s alright.”

“What?”

“Any complaints?”

“Uh, no?”

“So why did you come to me, do you need any help?” your eyes shoot up when Sevika unintentionally guesses the reason why you are here. “Because I wanted to say sorry, and that..?” you chuckle under your breath. Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing.

“With what exactly? I need a clear and brief description.” Sevika moves slightly towards you, there’s still a good amount of distance between you two, but it isn’t enough to hide your cheeks flushing.

‘Is she teasing me now?’

“With.. another project, I’m working with Ekko and Professor Heimerdinger this time.” Sevika slightly tilts her head and she positions her hand under her chin.

“It’s a really cool project! We just need help with the materials..”

“Mhm, I’ll think about it.” Sevika nods her head while tapping her chin.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

That was quick.

You jump out of joy while squealing. “Thank you so much!” your excitement causes you to almost hug Sevika, you immediately put your arms behind you and smile at her awkwardly.

“But what about your stove?” you suddenly remember the reason why you and Sevika aren’t on good terms, that fucking stove. “Oh, Powder fixed it for me. I owe her a lot, y’know?” she leans even closer as she speaks.

“Oh? I mean at least it’s fixed now. But what about your arm, does it hurt?” you point at Sevika’s left forearm, which is still covered with bandages. “This? It’ll be a day or two and this thing will disappear, and no. Doesn’t hurt at all.”

Both you and Sevika stood in silence after that. It took you a few minutes (thinking of what to say) before finally speaking to her.

“So, we’re even?” you scratch the back of your head when you ask her. Sevika chuckles, “Would I help with your project if we aren’t?” she asks sarcastically.

“Eh..”

“No?”

“Exactly.”

sorry for leaving everyone hanging 😭 i’ve been busy these past few days since school is about to start next week, i’ll finish this before school starts. (this fic will be 5-6 chapters long!) It’s pretty hard having to insert yourself into an already established story. 😞

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated : 3

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anything. (TEASER) - dom!experienced!Jschlatt x smaller!sub!inexperienced!F!reader (18+)

Plot: Inexperienced reader finds herself in the bedroom of a man she had only met online that morning in an attempt to be more spontaneous and adventurous following a breakup. Warnings: BDSM (very light hitting and choking but no established safe word), smut, hookup culture, size kink (reader is described as shorter, thin, small and fragile compared to schlatt), female reader with female parts (not many gendered terms besides occasional things like good girl) Word Count (for this snippet): 456 A/n: Based on a Jordan Romano self insert smut I wrote in a notebook during a boring uni lecture

“So fuckin’ tiny,”

Schlatt’s voice came out as a low, near-growl as he looked you up and down with a slow, predatory gaze. His large hands tightly gripped your waist with a possessive firmness to them.

“I could do anything to you, and I’d bet you’d love it all.” He wet his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”

Shyly you let out a hum of confirmation, looking down at his hands on your waist rather than up into his eyes. Sex in general wasn’t something you were clueless of, but definitely not your area of expertise. However, he was handsome, and you were feeling spontaneous following the end of a long term relationship.

“C’mon toots, use your words,” he let out an amused chuckle, moving his left hand from your waist to your cheek. His thumb was placed under your jaw and turned your face up to look him in the eyes. “You’ll love any way I decide to use you, won’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” a warmth filled your cheeks as you spoke “Please use me…”

If you could purr, a low rumble would have filled your chest at the electric feeling of his touch. The intensity of his gaze could almost be physically felt as he searched your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out, but despite the nervous energy wafting off of you, there was none to be found.

His oh-so-tempting lips parted into a cocky grin, his thumb gently rubbing the skin of your jaw. “So shy… don’t worry, I can be gentle.”

You felt cold as he removed his touch from you and sat down on the bed behind him, gesturing for you to straddle him.

“It’s okay,” you spoke as you obeyed his silent command. “It’s just been a while.”

You ran a hand cautiously and shyly along his chest, looking down at your hand instead of his face again. His hand gently grabbed your wrist and guided it underneath his shirt with the careful patience one would give to a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise.” He spoke, leaning into your neck. You almost gasped at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin alone, and once his lips pressed against it you felt as if you were dissolving into his touch.

You believed his words, but knew at the same time that the man before you was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The large man before you certainly had the capability to bruise and harm you in the most heavenly ways at his will, and a part of you craved for his gentle touch to become the harsh and animalistic one you knew he was capable of.

“I know,” you replied sincerely. “Please don’t make me wait.”