#and i only realized while inside the store i was actually in and started silently sobbing and hyperventilating bc my mom wanted me to go to

[bonknigirlinthehood]

LEISURE TIME [2]

Blade brings you out for shopping!.

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I actually finished this because I need papa blade content so much. Anyway, this will be the last part of Leisure Time. Next, I wanted to make Dan Feng or Jing Yuan…, but the Dan Feng one will be most likely angst since my dude really left his child alone out there [bottom text].

Warnings/CW: Family content, the reader used she/her pronouns but only mentioned like 2-3 times so mostly gender neutral. Blade tries hard to be a father, family fluff, it’s just a sugar overdose, Blade dressing like a criminal while his bby dressed like a princess. Reader is a toddler/child around age 4-6, Kafka and SW are here but only for background characters. Blade is weak for his child. Icanthelpmakingitbladexdaughterreadersinceihavedaddyissues

"Hey"

"Hm?"

"You see that guy over there?"

"The one with black coat?"

"Don't you think he looks suspicious??"

"I think so…should we report him?"

"I don't know man…but he looks like a criminal, wearing sunglasses and a mask like that…huh?"

"Daddy!"

"W-what's that kid doing there??"

"–wait did that kid just call him daddy?"

The two guards who were gossiping suddenly come to a halt when they see you running towards Blade. They look mortified seeing a little kid literally bolting towards a man who looks like he escaped prison just 2 hours ago.

"Daddy! The shopkeeper gave me this! It's delicious, you should try it!" You jump in excitement, both hands holding something akin to dango while Blade crouches and opens his mask, and takes a bite of the food.

"Mmm…it's sweet and sticky" he commented, "you should brush your teeth after we get back–or your teeth will rot" 

You gasp, then nod obediently. Blade picks you up so he can walk to the next destination while you eat your snack. Passing the guards who were gossiping about him just a few minutes ago and shooting them a glare. 

The guards stay silent when Blade passes by them, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you think we will get into trouble if we report him?" One of them asks after the subject of their conversation at least 30 meters away from them.

"Yeah, for sure. Let's just ignore him for now…"

The two of you walk into the busy shopping district, the place is bustling with people. It was a semi-outdoor place where the roof was transparent, so people could enjoy walking without worrying about rain or heat.

You look around curiously, still chewing the snack without realizing the mess you made in your mouth. Blade has to stop for a bit to clean it with the wet tissue he always brings whenever the two of you are out. Many people take a glance and giggle, seeing a man dressed like a criminal wiping off the mouth of his child.

"I'm full, daddy" You hold up the remaining snack to your father, expecting him to eat the rest. Blade sighs, throwing the tissue to the trashcan and taking the leftover snack from your little hand all the while picking you up again back to his hold. 

"All right, fine" Blade bites into the food, and back walking down the shopping district, looking for the children's section.

And he knows he is at the right place when your eyes suddenly light up, getting excited seeing lots of toys getting displayed from each store you pass. You have never seen so many kinds of toys before! You unconsciously lean your body forward, trying to look more closely at the display toys to the point Blade has to hold you tighter so you won't fall. 

"Can we buy toys?Please?" You begged, giving him the best puppy eyes you could give. Blade looks at you with his same deadpan expression, it's just that he's screaming inside because he wants to take a photo of your puppy eyes so badly.

"Okay, which shop do you want to go to?" He finally asked. Your eyes gleam and start looking for a store with toys that really get your attention before pointing to one of the stores. "That one, Daddy!" You point your finger at the shop that has music boxes on one of their shelves. 

Blade nods and enters the shop you picked. There are quite a lot of wooden toys in this shop, and your eyes sparkle at the sight alone. You really like wooden toys for some reason, and everyone except you knows why. It’s just Blade refused to talk about it and let your mind wander on your own.

As he puts you down inside the store, you waste no time looking around eagerly, trying every new and interesting toy you find (with Blade’s help so you won’t accidentally break one). Before long, you find yourself engrossed in one of the music boxes. It has an intricate design and a variety of music sheets to be played, and the figurine is a little girl playing with a swan. You keep coming back to that specific music box even after roaming the store twice.

“Do you want that one?” Blade asks, and you nod eagerly, eyes still glued to the said music box. Blade knows once you have something that catches your eyes and attention, there’s nothing that can stop you from having it. A trait you inherited from him, which sometimes annoys him too while Kafka keeps teasing him about it.

At the cashier, you do a little jump, impatiently waiting for the cashier lady to wrap the music box before putting it into a bag. Blade takes the bag and gives it to you, telling you to be careful.

“Thank you, Daddy!” You chirped happily while receiving the bag carefully, looking inside it and smiling, can’t wait to unbox it at home!. The bag was a little too big for you, so when the two of you are out of the store, Blade takes the bag back from you before holding your hand to walk together.

You swing Blade's hand around along with yours, humming and giving out an occasional yelp of surprise whenever you see something interesting. Your father makes sure he holds your hand tight, but just enough to not hurt your little one. It wasn't until the two of you passed the food court that you stopped in your tracks. Blade looks over and calls your name, but your eyes are fixated on one of the stalls, a crepes stall. 

Blade knows exactly what you are going to do next. 

You tilt your head to him ever slowly, all the while putting on the most overkill puppy eyes you could muster to him.

He immediately averted his gaze, avoiding your pleading look and pretending to not see anything. He attempts to pull your hand and make you walk again, but you refuse, pulling off your hand from his hold, crouching and now sulking. 

"I want it!" You pout, not caring about passersby looking over. Blade sighs and now crouches in front of you, pulling his mask down and taking off his sunglasses to see you more clearly. 

"You already had too many sweets today, You'll have stomach ache if you eat more" 

You pout even more hearing his explanation, and when Blade is about to pick you up, you writhe and attempt to set yourself free from his hold to no avail. Your power is clearly no match to him and he easily picks you from the ground. You hit his shoulder a few times in upset, now giving him teary eyes.

"Please, Daddy?, Pleaaseeee?, I want to try it" You beg, whining and clasping your hands together. Blade sighs in defeat, looking back and forth between you and the crepes stall. 

"Fine, but you have to promise me to eat twice the amount of your veggies tonight" 

He looks at you with a serious face and you gasp. Twice the amount of your normal veggies!!, now that gets you doubting. But your desire to try that thin-looking food is so strong, that you close your eyes and nod vigorously, hoping you could eat the veggies tonight while Blade sighs again and walks towards the crepes stall.

After a few minutes of choosing flavors and you watching intently how the worker makes the crepes, you finally get to try the food!. You bite into the cream first, causing a mess in your mouth. It was delicious! You immediately went over and took another big bite, not giving your father a chance to wipe your mouth. 

"Is it good?" He asks, and you nod with a smile, mouth full of whipped cream and other toppings. "Just eat it slowly, your tummy will hurt if you eat too fast" Blade added, wiping off the cream around your mouth. While he waits, Blade decides to chat with Kafka and inform her about where he is, attaching your photo devouring the crepes. He cringed a bit at the mess, and the high possibility of him needing to finish the rest of it when you full, at least he was used to it already, at the beginning he always threw away his leftover food but now he just eat it without hesitation.

Kafka: Awww, cutie pie eating her snacks well.

Silverwolf: Damn that crepes look good, what crepes stall was it?

Blade: She needs to eat a double portion of her veggies tonight.

Kafka: haha, Bladie seems to act more like a strict parent now~

Blade: She got spoiled too much.

When he looks away from his phone, to his surprise, you are actually eating all of the crepes, currently licking your fingers for the excess cream. Blade immediately pulls out his pack of tissue and clean both your hands and mouth before pulling out your bottle of water and giving it to you.

“Drink”

You take the bottle from him and drink it vigorously, looking around as you wait for your father to finish cleaning and throwing away the trash.

“All right, we should go back now. You have to keep your promise of eating twice the amount of your veggies tonight, okay?” Blade warned you, and you nodded, raising one of your arms so he could pick you up from the chair. “Good girl”.

As he puts you safely in his arms, he can’t resist the urge to kiss your cheeks, slightly chubby and red after eating the crepes. So he does, kissing your soft cheeks and you laugh at his action, before giving him a kiss in return.

“Can i go and buy the crepes now?”

“Not yet, just a little bit more”

Silverwolf clicked her tongue in annoyance as she waited beside Kafka who was busy (secretly)  taking pictures of Blade and you exchanging kisses. She smiles so proudly at the results, before finally letting the gamer girl buy her crepes after the father and child pair is gone.

“Bladie has grown to be such a good father now~”

After arriving back home at the Stellaron Hunter base, you already fall asleep. Blade puts you to bed first, and when he is about to leave, he glances at the bag containing the music box. Well, he was just a tiny bit curious, so he decided to open it and see if it required to be assembled together.

Needless to say, he got too engrossed at building the music box, and accidentally building the entire thing. Blade then decides to put the finished music box back into the box and seal it again, and good to say you don’t suspect a thing when you wake up and finally get to open your new music box.

You spent a lot of time looking at it in awe, even finishing the two servings of your veggies without realizing it (Blade feeds you since your eyes are too glued to the music box).

“I want to build something like this too!” You exclaim, and Blade immediately feels bad for actually finishing building the whole thing by himself, so the next day he goes out again and buys another one with a different model this time, claiming that this one comes in many parts and you need to build it yourself, “unlike the one yesterday where it came finished”.

You are so excited, spending the whole day trying to assemble the new music box. Blade helps you too, helping you put the parts that need a lot of force to put be together. It was a bit frustrating, but you enjoyed it, even more so since your father is there to help you out. 

When it’s finished, you put it side by side together with the one from yesterday, enjoying your hard work before falling asleep because of the exhaustion.

It’ll be a little secret Blade keeps for himself. Well, maybe until you are old enough to finally realize it, but for now, he just keeps it for himself. 

#blade x child!reader #blade x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr men x reader #hsr blade #hsr x reader

[mucherbuncher]

Daryl x Reader

daryl x reader fic

requested by my mutual

this is my first time actually writing a one shot on tumblr and honestly i’m so exited. i’m still tryna figure out this app bc i literally downloaded it feb. 7th so plz forgive me i’m just a girl. also ignore that none of the “i”s are capitalized i really don’t care.

HOW DO YALL CHECK THAT WORD COUNT??

no warnings other than talking about eating sun disgusting ass food

if i do a part two there’ll be sm!t 🫣

I drew into the dirt absentmindedly with my fingers, bored out of my goddamn mind while Daryl cooks a snake over the fire. I didn’t look at it, because as queasy as i already was from hunger i wasn’t gonna make it worse. I had already eaten a few worms yesterday, something i’d never thought i would’ve done. To be honest, it was Daryl’s idea.

I had been doing everything to stay by his side after the prison fell, including silently obeying him and following him around like a lost puppy. I probably could survive on my own, but having someone by my side made it way easier. I got lucky being stuck with him, at least in the survival sense. Emotionally, or even socially, he was on airplane mode. He barely spoke, barely even looked at me. I didn’t mind it so much for a day or two, but it’s about to be day four. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He used his dirty knife to cut the snake in half, then peeled the skin off. It sorta reminded me of those giant gummy worms that you could get at a candy store, except pink and charred with visible bones.

“Here.” He reached across the small fire to hand me it. I looked up in disgust, hesitantly reaching out to eat the… thing.

It was chewy, like a well done steak. It didn’t taste like that though. It tasted pretty earthy, almost like a bug or something. The closest thing i can compare it too was grasshopper flavored fish. Wow, so appetizing.

I ate my entire half, and ripping off a small piece of rib bone from the spine to clean my teeth. I stared into the fire, like Daryl did. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, unfortunately only spreading more dirt onto my face. Daryl looked about the same.

“What are we doing?” I blurted out, my voice a little hoarse from not talking all day.

Daryl looked up from the fire, staring at me blankly. His eyes practically glowed that pretty steel blue color, and I already felt slightly unnerved from his stare.

“Are we even gonna try to look for anyone, or are we just gonna keep running everyday?” I continued on, my voice growing stronger as I felt more emotions setting in.

“No point.” He grunted after a few seconds of silence.

“But there is. We need the rest of the group, they could all be still alive, together, maybe.”

“Look around, do ya see anyone waitin for us?” He spat, his voice getting a little louder.

“Your a tracker, so track.” I hissed, my eyes narrowed as i felt more and more frustrated with this man.

“Fine. Get yer ass up.” Before I could even think or retort back, He grabbed his crossbow and started kicking dirt into our little fire.

“Daryl, it’s dark…” I muttered, suddenly feeling small at the way he’s acting so pissed.

“This whatchu want, right?” He grabs my arm and yanks me upwards, and I stumble a little before tearing my arm back.

“Stop. Stop it right now.” I stare into his eyes, clenching my jaw a little in anger.

He starts pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to hide his face from me.

“There ain’t no point… what if- what if they’re all gone? I can’t… i won’t…” He wipes his eyes with the back of his arm, and i realize, he’s fucking crying. I can handle children crying, even other girls. But when a grown man cries… it makes me want to start sobbing.

My heart sinks and i feel an awful twinge in my stomach. I shouldn’t have pushed him. Fuck me…

“Hey…” My mouth has gone dry, i’m not totally sure what to do here. With the fire gone, and only the moonlight to allow me to see his face, im struggling.

“S’ not… I don’t know what to do.” He chokes a little, and that was my final straw. I pull him in towards me, grabbing his huge tan arms gently. I take the back of his head and put it against my neck, rubbing his back gently. His hands fall limply at his sides as he gives up.

“S’ gonna be alright. We can start lookin tomorrow, alright? You’ve got me. I’m here.” I speak softly and slowly as i reassure him. I’m hoping i’m saying all the right things. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, restricting my breathing a little.

I hold him there for a long time, rubbing his back slowly as he silent cries into my shoulder. It felt right, comforting him. I was good at it. He needed this badly, and i hoped my optimism would rub off on him.

I pull his head off my shoulder, cupping his face in my hands. They look tiny here, holding him like this. I wipe some of the tears off his pretty face with my thumbs. His eyes bore into the ground, not meeting mine. I knew he felt embarrassed, but it was just the two of us. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul, nobody could make me spill his secrets even through torture.

I brush away some of his greasy brown hair, kissing his forehead gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Shit… was that too much? I force myself to keep a calm expression, gazing at his puffy red eyes.

“M’ gonna start the fire again, okay?” I say gently. He nods, taking a step back and sitting down on the ground.

I fumble the lighter a little in my hands as i grab the kindling, and a small flame peeks through. i slowly start adding more fuel, until a steady flame is going. I scoot back to sit next to Daryl again, gently guiding his body down until his head is resting on my lap.

“C’mere.”

His huge body weighs down on my thigh, but I honestly didn’t care at all. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, careful to not tug on any knots as i did so. He looked sorta beautiful like this.

Wait what the fuck. My mind started racing. This man was easily forty years old, covered in dirt and sweat and walker blood. Id known him and treated him like a friend for nearly two years now, but now… I treated him as if he was glass. He probably felt like it, broken after standing strong against all the hardship he’s faced his whole life. I knew bits and pieces, how he depended on Merle since he couldn’t rely on his shitty dad. His mom has been gone since he was a child.

I needed to be here for him. He’s become my protector, but I, a young woman, cared for him in a way i hadn’t for anyone else in a long time.

His chest rose and fell peacefully, and I knew he was starting to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to protect us from the elements other than a small wool blanket we’d been sharing for the past few days. I grabbed my bag, and carefully moved his head off my thighs to rest on the bag instead. I stepped around his body and curled up against his chest, making myself little spoon. I grabbed his crossbow, curling that close to my body just in case. I felt his arm swing around me, pulling me just a bit closer than i already was.

“Ya okay here?” He asked, speaking softly into my ear.

“Mhm.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, smiling just a little. What a funny man.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x female reader #daryl dixion x reader

[yois2aki]

੭୧ chishiya with a reader with adhd... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (requested)

— warnings: fluffy, reader and chishiya are in a relationship, beach arc, maybe ooc chishiya...

— summary: chishiya's incredibly high patience seems to be the perfect match for his super active partner <3

— word count: 1k

to put it simply, you were an outcast among other players at the beach.

people around you would either wonder how you were still alive, while others tried to actively befriend you so later you would suffice as bait on a specially harder game, from the way you acted so naive around others. you didn't take long to become aware of that, since you've never been in a hotel with so many ears.

thankfully, you had chishiya by your side. and while some concluded that you were only alive due to your boyfriend's aid, it seemed like his interest in you was elsewhere.

it was true that you could get easily distracted from the point of a game and almost cause a big disaster, but this also happened to be a quality for you.

you would pay most attention to stuff that others might consider useless in a moment of desperation, such as fighting for their lives; however, it wasn't unusual for that same stuff to define the difference between living and dying.

observing the littlest of details in a wicked place like the borderlands was a big advantage for you, and perhaps that was the reason you managed to survive all the time. unfortunately, most people didn't realize that, and you ended up just staying inside chishiya's shadow. not that you really cared; you preferred to stay in your own little world.

now, with chishiya's knowledge of the medical field, he resonated with your keen observations. it didn't take long for him to conclude that your hyperactivity didn't come from anything else other than a probable case of adhd. it was never declared between both of you whether you were diagnosed or not, but he didn't need a confirmation to know how to deal with your personality.

chishiya was a very calm person, if not the calmest you've ever met. his patience and your sensitivity worked well together. while he got to have a very smart partner, in their own ways, you got to have someone to listen to your ted talks and bring you back to the world when needed.

he isn't sure when and how he fell for you. that was something he didn't dwell a lot on, deciding to simply accept his feelings and be glad they were reciprocated.

but for some reason, he could not take his eyes off of your figure. for example, as you excitedly ran around a store you practically begged him to visit. it made it even better that you were both in the borderlands, which meant no one else was there but you both and an occasional sound of air hitting the windows.

"look, look! that's what i was telling you about earlier." you said excitedly, dropping whatever you were looking at before on the ground and practically running to the other side to look at the thing that caught your eye.

chishiya didn't even realize he had a small smirk on his face, bending over with a sigh to pick up the item you left and placing it back on the spot. he always hated messes, but he didn't feel the necessity to tell you that.

he walked towards wherever you went, hands inside his pockets, as he stared at you with practically stars in your eyes.

if he looked outside, he would notice the sun already starting to set, and since you were still stuck in the borderlands, soon everything would become dark due to the lack of electricity.

"we should get going soon; it's getting late." he decided to inform already. it wasn't going to be pitch dark until about 40 minutes, but he would rather tell you now so that you could process everything in your mind instead of when it's actually late.

"'shiya, look," you said more silently this time, already forgetting about what you were holding before and now pointing to a pile of books. "i love this series! we should take some home and read together."

"we should..." he replied with that calm voice of his, which was basically therapy for you.

by the time you both arrived back at the beach and in your shared room, it was already dead of night. you heard chishiya place the three shopping bags full of collectibles that interested you in a corner of the room.

he could tell you were tired by this time of the day, as the first thing you did was change into comfier clothes, lie down on the king-sized bed, and close your eyes for some moments without any energy to even have fun with your newly found collection.

chishiya admired you for a few moments. something about seeing you so serene made him feel better immediately, given that falling asleep was always trouble for you.

he soon changed as well, lying in bed beside you. chishiya was never one for physical contact, and you knew that. most nights you spent together were made just lying down next to each other, comforted by the fact that both were there.

however, you suddenly felt an arm envelop your waist, pulling you considerably closer to his body. you lied still for a few seconds until he spoke up. "is this okay?"

you felt like you should be the one asking, but since he was reaching out, you simply reciprocated his touch. nodding your head as you lied on his chest.

most nights were trouble for you, especially since the beach is a very noisy place that disturbs the rest of many. you were no different. during moments where it was specifically worse, you would toss and turn on the bed until chishiya eventually noticed and intervened by holding you close, since it seemed to always calm you down. it made you feel warm inside, knowing he was willing to bypass his boundaries for your comfort.

you were lucky to have someone patient and understanding like him in your life. and he wouldn't trade you for anything.

— a/n: waaa this was so cute.... i'm sorry if it's shorter than my past fics i feel like the fluffiness burned my brain out mmghhh (๑>◡<๑) i hope you guys enjoyed it... it's the first time i'm posting proper fluff here and i tried to focus on it a bit more rather than chishiya's constant teasing. i still think he's a menace tho !!!! sorry if this has any mistake btw... i could barely proofread it's late rn but i'll check in the morning <:

#୨୧ chishiyas love home <3 #chishiya fluff #chishiya fanfic #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland #fluff #imagine #fanfic #aib x you #aib x reader #aib #aib x y/n #nijiro x reader #nijiro murakami #nijiro murakami x reader

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

So another request because I'm feeling kinda anxious right now 😐 and I love how you write them

11. ”“ i love you. every single thing about you. ”’

So this got a bit deeper than I planned lol but I just got so into it. If you like it, please like, Reblog, and comment

You are hating life right now. You never wanted to admit that, but lately, things have just been such a chore. You can feel yourself start to slip into that familiar dark space, and you just can't bring yourself to ask for help. You know you should, but what if you become a bother? What if they don't actually care? Besides, it's not serious, right?

Okay, so it was more serious than you wanted to admit. You were doing a good job at hiding everything, that is until one day you have a panic attack at work while on a shift with Robin. She could tell how intense the attack really was, so she called Eddie to take you home. Eddie comes to the store after driving like a bat out of hell. When he got the phone call, he couldn't believe he didn't notice the signs of you going back to that dark space again. He parks and races inside to get you. "Sweetheart? Hey honey, can I touch you?" He waits for you to nod before holding onto your arm, by the time he got there your breathing was close to being back to normal and now all that was left to do was wipe the tears away, which he did as softly as he could with shakey hands.

He helps you to the van, and you could just tell that there will be a serious conversation when you get home. It's not a long drive to the trailer. About 15 minutes of a silent drive, you feel the car go into park. You look out the window and realize that you are already in front of the trailer.

You open the vans passenger door and practically stumble to the couch inside the home. Eddie watches with a level of concern he hasn't felt since he had to pick Wayne up from work the night he nearly lost a hand from work. Eddie barely recognizes the love of his life. His love has become this zombie that isn't living, just breathing. And he's terrified.

He sits next to you on the couch after grabbing a few bottles of water for you. "I know you haven't drank enough water today. Can you drink half of this bottle?" You nod and take the bottle from him as you watch him move around the trailer, trying to find your comfort items. Your favorite blanket, favorite stuffie, favorite album. You hear the soft music of acoustic Metallica playing through the small area, and something inside you finally relaxs. Your shoulders drop from their tense position that they've been in for what feels like months. You feel safe.

By the time Eddie gets back to you, half the bottle is long gone. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart." he praises you with a small smile, but he knows he has to talk to you. Maybe not tonight, though. Tonight, you just need comfort. You need to feel the amount of love he has for only you.

Eddie hands you the items he's gathered. He wraps the two of you into your blanket, and he pulls you as close to him as possible. Once you are secure in his arms and he kisses, your head softly and whispers to you the inky thing he wants you to always remember. "I love you, every single thing about you." The words strike you to your core, and deep inside, you know that you have a light in the world. You know you have a savior, and you have a reason to live even when life gets hard. Because you have at least one person who loves you no matter what you might be dealing with.

tagging: @sweet-villain @bloodthirstybreedingbunny @screammunson @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @zestychili @loveshotzz @eiightysixbaby @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @tiannasfanfic @djkeruigbbygirl @h-ness1944

If you read this far, I love you. I'm proud of you. You make this world a much better place and we all need you in this world❤️

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

[citadelsanchez]

If you'd like too, Rick with an s/o that collects cute things! Like they fawn over cute plush toys and threatens people that try to touch them without permission?

The cutest prompt! Sorry it's a bit short. This is also the first time I've put Rick in a real world setting but it felt fitting for this one. Hope you like!

(Also side note: 'bbs' plushes aren't real, I made em up lol)

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"It's not funny, Rick." You glare at the elder man, your eyes glowing in a burning fury.

His cheeks puff as he starts to snicker before he turns his body away from you to shake with laughter without being seen.

"I CAN LITERALLY HEAR YOU LAUGHING" you say, giving up and stalking out of the kitchen you were both standing in and back to your shared bedroom. Well, technically, your bedroom but Rick might as well have lived there too.

"Boooo, y-you're no fun at all" you hear him say, trailing behind you slowly.

Earlier, you had walked into the Smith's living room to find the absolute horror of Rick dangling two of your BBS plushes in his hands in front of Morty and Summer, giving them exaggerated voices. "I'm M-Mrs. Lumpy Fuckins and my owner Y/N won't brush my hairrrr." This was met with laughter by Summer and an uncomfortable "geeezz" from Morty.

You stood at the doorway with your mouth agape in shock before Rick made eye contact and immediately dropped them onto the couch. You had turned on your heel and locked yourself in his room for a while, giving him the silent treatment even after he portaled inside and prodded you to talk to him, with still no apology in sight in true Rick fashion. And he was clearly still amused from his inability to take you seriously.

"You're no fun for mocking something I love" you scoff, plopping onto the bed and turning away from him once more.

"D-don't be a sourpuss, I was just showing them your interests a-a-and being comedic in the process," Rick says, almost sounding remorseful before reverting back into his righteousness. He sits on the bed now, holding your gaze with a frustrated facial expression.

"Oooh yeah, so funny when I've TOLD you not to touch any of them. I have them arranged the way I want and you can't even respect me enough to leave it be. Don't you remember when Summer wandered in here like two weeks ago on accident and picked up Benji and Phoenix and I yelled at her without realizing?"

"B-because those are the m-most rare ones you have?" He asked and you were slightly surprised that he remembered. It symbolizes that at least on some level, he actually listened to you.

"Yes" you respond weakly, still feeling embarrassed about the entire situation but unwavering on your annoyed outlook.

"O-okay, come with me" Rick belches out, pulling his portal gun out to shoot a green swirl and unexpectedly dragging your hand with him through it.

You go to cuss him but stop when you realize that you're in a strange setting. Very familiar to you but not anything you were expecting from the portal gun. You were surrounded by neon lights on red walls and people pushing carts in all directions.

"Rick... why are we in Target?"

He sighed. "You'll s-see, just follow me."

You furrowed your brows in confusion but didn't hesitate to walk behind him. You know that he hates being in stores- especially ones like Target where there's an excess of ignorant human beings and overstimulating lights and noises. You could practically feel his skin crawling. And you'd hold his hand in comfort but you know that he's not a fan of PDA from previous experiences of your attempts at affection with him around others.

He leads you into the toy section and down an aisle when you see it. Pompa, the newest lion BBS plush that came out a few days ago, which you weren't aware of and only had dealing with Rick's antics constantly to blame.

Rick picked one off of the shelf and petted its head. "It is, uh, kinda c-cute I guess," he says before placing it in your arms instead. "I-I shouldn't have fucked with your plushes earlier, s-so have this as your reward for dEALLing with me," Rick burps out, standing a little sheepishly.

You reach up to engulf him in a hug. "How'd you know about this being released?"

"Just you know, a-ads and shit," he murmured.

You smiled warmly at the gesture and the kind hearted deep down Rick you know. "Apology accepted."

#rick sanchez #rick and morty #rick and morty season 6 #rick sanchez x reader #morty smith

[glorixuspurpose]

Help.

Leon Kennedy x Black!Fem!Reader

A/N: finally did it yall

warnings: not much except canon-typical violence...and zombies. No swearing in this christian minecraft server!!! the ending is cringy as usual, aaaand reader also knows Chris Redfield(because I love him).

ao3 link here

 Of course the one time you actually needed help from the police, or any kind of law enforcement, the line was dead. 

‘It’s probably just because of the rain…’ You thought to yourself. Your car had stopped in pretty much the middle of nowhere(which was really just the outskirts of Raccoon City), and you managed to push the car to some gas station that was 200 feet away. 

 You got back in the driver’s seat, the door still open just in case someone decided to be a good samaritan(though you were pretty sure those didn’t exist anymore), and used your chunky “mobile” phone to try and call 911 again. Of course, the only answer you got was the dead ring from the other side. You would have paid for gas…if you had money. You only planned to drive to a family member’s house and back, with all of your gas. 

 You lightly tossed the phone to the passengers seat in defeat before getting back out of the car just to sadly lean on the car door. 

“Is everything alright, ma’m?” You heard someone, supposedly a man, ask. 

You turned your head, fully prepared to give some sarcastic remark to make them back off, until you actually saw him. 

 There was no doubt that he was quite handsome, with his strong, but soft features and his ash blond hair, and you were hoping that he knew something about cars. 

“Uh, not exactly. My car stopped like, two hundred feet back, and I had to push it here. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my wallet, or any cash for that matter, and I’m pretty sure no one is inside.” 

 He raised his eyebrows, almost in an “I’m sorry I asked” manner, before shoving his hands in his front pockets and looked towards the store. 

“I could look for you…if you want.” He asked timidly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“We should probably just go together, I would feel kinda guilty if you got killed or something in there ‘cause of me.” 

 Your remark seemed to get a soft chuckle out of him. 

“Hopefully I wouldn’t go down too easily..if there were danger in there. I am a police officer after all.” You sighed heavier than expected out of relief, but quickly regained your composure. After all, it’s the 90’s. How much sense would it make for a white male cop and a black female to be together in the middle of nowhere with dead powerlines? 

 You two walked up to the entrance, but quickly stopped. “Are you sure about this?” He asked you, his tone laced with worry. 

“Yeah, totally. Let me just…” You started jogging in place for a second, trying to hype yourself up, before quickly realizing how stupid you looked. 

“Sorry…I was trying to get amped up.” Now it was your turn to be timid. 

 He laughed. “It’s fine.” 

It took a strong pull on the door handle for it to open, but you two finally managed to get inside. There wasn’t a single light on in the place, and there was a strong sweet-but-disgusting smell. You looked over at the male, to see if he was smelling the same thing, just to see him making an adorable disgusted face. 

 “Wait,” You said, putting your hand in front of him. 

“What? Is there danger?” You shook your head, even though you really had no idea. 

“What’s your name? In case I do need help.” 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy.” He held his hand out for you to shake, and you gladly accepted. 

“Y/N L/N.” 

  “Eugh…” He said under his breath. “You smell that too?”

You silently nodded, before seeing him start to walk the other way, most likely trying to figure out where the smell is coming from. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to stop him. “Have you seen a single horror movie? Don’t split up!”  

He rubbed the back of his neck again. “Sorry. We’ve been in here a while, and we still haven’t found out if anyone was here.” 

 Absent-mindedly, you yelled: “Hello? Is anyone here?” 

Both of you stayed still, hoping for a response, but got nothing in response except for a pained groan. You two quickly looked at each other, as if saying “Should we go check it out?” Before going on to do so. 

 You two ended up finding a man sitting against the wall, with many gashes on his body. 

“Holy crap…” You said to yourself. “Do you need help?” You asked, before mentally facepalming. Of course that poor man needed help, but still, all he did was groan. 

You and Leon looked at each other once more, then stood up from your kneeling position. 

 “We should call for help. I take it neither of us have any idea what to do..” Leon suggeste, but you vigorously shook your head. 

“We should, but we can’t. The lines are dead. I’m lucky you showed up, because I’ve tried for hours.” 

Leon sighed. “We can’t just leave him here!” 

 You warily kneeled back down and pressed two fingers to the man’s neck. He was barely breathing, and his heart seemed to be going five beats per minute. 

You stood back up. “He’s pretty much on the verge of death. That might be the only option. Come on…” You told him, gently grabbing his wrist again to lead him out, as if he were in shock.

 “What now?” He asked as you two stood outside. 

“Could you give me a ride?” 

“What about your car?” 

“It’s a piece of junk anyways. I just need to get a few things.” 

He scratched his head, then looked back at his car. “I guess I could do that. I can’t just leave you like that man. I’ll…go start it.” He answered, before awkwardly jogging off to the car, leaving you the privacy to go grab your things. 

 After taking everything you needed, you hopped into the passenger seat of his car. 

“So,” He started, hands on the wheel. “Where too?” 

“The station, I guess. Maybe I could reach someone there.” 

He pulled the car out of the parking lot. 

 “Not to pry…but who?” 

You shook your head, like the topic wasn’t that important, which it really wasn’t. “Just someone I used to work with.” 

Leon nodded. “I was thinking about heading there too. I guess it was a sign. I was seeing if I could reach someone too, I’m looking for him.” 

 You lifted your head off your hand. “Not to pry,” You started, sort of mimicking him. “But who?” Another chuckle. 

“Some guy named Chris Redfield.” 

You whipped your head towards him. 

“That’s who I was trying to reach!”

 “Jeez, just coincidence after coincidence. Would you happen to know where he is?” 

You leaned back. “Nope. We aren’t super close. I’m closer to his sister, Claire.” 

Leon nodded. “We should be close to the station now.” He told you as you two reached the city. 

 “Why are there so many people out there?” You rhetorically asked, looking out the window, until one tried to jump right at you, which made you thank every existing god that there was a window to keep the contact from happening. 

“Wait…are those…zombies?!” You yelped. 

It was about to be a long night.

A/N: kinda feeling like i want to do a prequel(-ish) to this where Chris and reader meet? idk lmk if you would want one :p

#leon kennedy x black!reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x black!reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy

[enid-rhees]

hi :) could you do a enid x reader where reader gets injured on a run and enid helps them recover? (you can decide the injury) thank you and have a good day/night/evening!!

oooo i love this. also this was way longer than i intended but i had a whole story in mind so i hope you don’t mind !

pairing: Enid Rhee x Fem!Reader

warnings: injury, bit of angst. one suggestive joke.

genre: angst and fluff

the abandoned supermarket was unfortunately littered with walkers inside. your face fell to a frown when you realized you would have to clear all of them out.

it was only supposed to be a short run with just you and Rick to find some food. Hilltop was running low on canned goods.

“how should we do this?” you asked Rick. he took a look back inside and stared into the glass, staying silent as he thought of what to do.

“lets try this; i’ll attract them to the door. i’ll open it and let one out individually, and you kill it. we’ll do that until it’s clear.” he explained. you nodded once, “sounds good.”

Rick walked over to the two glass doors. he raised his fist and tapped on the glass a few times. slowly, the walkers started to crowd the door. “ready?” he asked. you nodded once more and took out you knife.

he opened the door ever so slightly, letting the first walker stumble out. you grabbed onto its shoulder, driving your knife straight into its head.

you repeated that for almost 10 minutes, and the parking lot had been filled with dead walkers everywhere.

“okay, find whatever you can. any amount is good.” Rick told you.

the two of you separated in the store, hoping it would quicken the process so you can head back home. you carefully stepped over stray bodies, taking your time to examine every scrap of food on the shelves.

you managed to find only a few useful products inside the store, while he barely found anything. but like he said, any amount was good. you stuffed them in the bag he brought along.

“check the back room down there, maybe there’s still food in boxes.” he instructed, pointing in front of him towards the one door.

you made your way over to the door, slowly opening it. once it seemed clear, you walked in, searching for any boxes.

as you took a few steps forward, you felt something grab your ankle. you flinched upon first reaction, causing your ankle to twist in what felt like a whole 360 degrees. you let out a loud yelp as the pain coursed through your entire leg.

losing your balance, you fell back. your body landed on the cold, hard surface. your mind blocked out the pain from the fall as a walker started to reach for your broken ankle.

before you could try and kick it off you, Rick ran in. he rushed to lean down and kill the walker.

he didn’t waste a second in pulling you up so you could stand up straight. another cry left your lips as your ankle touched the floor. Rick looked down at your foot before looking back up at you with wide eyes.

“what happened?” he asked you. his voice wavered, you could tell he was trying to remain calm. “i think it’s broken.” you managed to get out. “the walker grabbed onto me and as i jumped back, my ankle twisted completely.”

“shit.” he hissed under his breath. “we need to get you back. Siddiq can patch it up.”

Rick slipped his hand over your shoulder and you grabbed onto him as he helped you get back in the car so he could drive back to Hilltop.

the pain worsened every minute and you tried your best to hide how bad it truly hurt. you bit your cheek to try and cancel out the pain until you got home.

the ride felt longer than it actually was. your mind raced with thoughts, anything to distract you from the pulsing pain.

“we’re back.” he informed her. she let out a breath of relief. thank fucking god. he got out first to run over to her side and help her out.

the people at the gate rushed to open it once they realized she was hurt. he brought you inside and immediately took you over to the small building Siddiq used to treat everyone.

“Siddiq!” Rick yelled. “we need you out here. Y/N’s hurt!” rapid footsteps started to approach them. but it wasn’t Siddiq’s, it was Enid’s. you felt her heart drop a little once you made eye contact with her.

you knew Enid had started to help out Siddiq in the office, but you didn’t think she’d be helping today.

“oh my god.” Enid choked out, looking down at your slightly crooked and swollen ankle. “she’s not- you’re not-“ she started, trying to think of coherent words.

“she’s not bit. her foot is broken.” Rick was quick to reassure. she took a deep breath and nodded. “i’ll take it from here.”

Rick left and Enid helped you into a chair. “what the hell happened out there?” Enid immediately asked once it was just turn two. her eyes were wide and frantic as she stared into yours.

Enid stood up and ran around the small building, trying to gather all the necessary supplies. Enid lifted your up and you hissed at the first initial touch. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. walker grabbed onto my ankle and when i flinched back, it broke. it had a grip on me and the way i turned my body caused it to just… snap.”

Enid picked up a roll of bandages, trying her best to be as gentle as possible with you. “this is why i should’ve gone with. fuck.” she mumbled to herself, concentrating on your foot.

“it’s okay, Enid. at least i’m still alive, yeah?” you cracked a smile, hoping it would bring one to Enid’s lips as well. she frowned looking up at you. “you’re right. but you’re still hurt.”

“how does it feel?” she asked you, lifting up your ankle again to test it. you winced, but it was a bit better than before. “better.” that put a smile on Enid’s face.

you watched with adoration as she put away the medical supplies she used on you. she looked so perfect doing this job. you knew she loved it - helping other people. you were more than happy for her when she told you she started to help Siddiq. it was a job that was made for her.

“i need to get you back inside. you need to rest.” she said, breaking you out of your trance. you looked up at her, your eyes staring into her green eyes. they were so mesmerizing to you.

before you could try and stand up yourself, Enid took it upon herself to lift you up in her arms. she was holding you bridal style.

“what the hell are you doing?” you laughed, wrapping your arms around her neck to hold yourself. “carrying you. you think i’m gonna let my injured girlfriend walk? what kind of girlfriend would that make me?”

you scoffed with another laugh. “okay, okay. whatever you say, love.” you watched her face turn red at the small nickname.

she got you inside the building and walked into your shared bedroom. she tried to be as careful as possible when laying you back down on the bed.

“i’m not made of glass, y’know. you’re treating me like that one guy from Spongebob.” she bursted out laughing, gently slapping your shoulder.

“you’re such an ass. i’m trying to be a good girlfriend here! would you rather me throw you on the bed?” your eyebrows raised with a teasing smirk.

her smile dropped, “i didn’t mean it like that!” she exclaimed profusely, waving her hands in front of her. it was your turn to burst out laughing. “just messing with you, Enid.”

she grabbed a pillow from the side of your head and placed it under your foot to keep it leveled. afterwards she placed an ice pack on top of it. you assumed she got it from the doctors building.

“do you need anything else?” she asked you. there was genuine concern laced in her voice, and it made you feel warm inside.

“can you lay with me?” you asked softly. she didn’t need to be told twice as she crawled into your bed next to you, wrapping her arms over you.

“thank you for taking care of me.” you said quietly. “i feel a lot better. genuinely.” she pressed a kiss to your head, letting her lips linger there.

“wouldn’t want to do anything else. i’m just so happy you’re okay.” she told you. she leaned her head down, connecting your lips. “i love you.” she whispered against your lips.

“i love you too.” you smiled, pressing one more kiss to her lips.

#enid rhee #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #enid twd #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader

[rayofmisfortune]

Throwing this ask over for if you ever want to ramble about Bendy ✨/nf (we are getting fed lately, 3 more games??? A movie??? Ink demon at a rave??? What???)

BENDY RAMBLE PERMISSION? OH HECK YEA!!

We are SO getting fed! I can't wait for what the games have in store for us. With The Cage supposed to release some time this year ANS THE MOVIE??? OH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT!

I love the Bendy series to bits. Like actually

I've been keeping up with it since chapter 3 of BATIM- haven't read any of the books sadly but that can be excused right???

ANYWAY

The Cage is supposed to be a look behind the scenes at what happened on the other side of things while Audrey was busy explaining the concept of personal space to Wilson, if I remembee right? Also supposed to be darker and gorrier SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT

Then... in Secrets of the Machine we get teasers for B3ndy and Bendy Silent Town...

I hope B3ndy's gonna pick up on where BATDR left off, Gent taking away the Ink Machine to GOD KNOWS WHERE??? With Bendy now being out in the real world... it begs the question of who the role of big bad and smiling (traumatized, very much traumatized) will fall on... As for who we may play as.... maybe it could be this Riley Wells (hope I got the surname right) character we found out about in Secrets of the Machine? They ended up being a GENT employee so it's not completely out the question? They were employed at Joey Drew Studios before but- got fired because their ideas were too grotesque and dark for Joey's liking (EXCUSE THEM for having trauma you entrepreneur a-hole).

As for Bendy Silent Town... I feel like that game may be a look at mayhaps the genre of Bendy cartoons Riley had scripted? As I said, their ideas were dark. And what is Silent Town? A complete turn to the left at what Bendy games are. Unsure if the hand in the teaser image is Bendy's but- the char has a revolver named Alice FJFJ does that say anything? I dunno! Fjfjfj Getting to shoot cartoon bad guys in a cartoon tho? Aw heck yea! I suck at shooters but I'm willing to try my hand at one if it's Bendy

This is getting long lmfao

AH I haven't realized, but Secrets of the Machine came out on 4/14 (cuz- not american, use a different date format heh) which is the last loop that took place before Wilson or Audrey right? Some significance there

Oml I'm gonna fall into rambling about Bendy and the Ink Demon aren't I?

When you break all the cutouts in Secrets of the Machine, you get instakilled by the Ink Demon. Which. Deserved. I ended up doing that a lot cuz I didn't KNOW what I was supposed to do??? And destroying the cutouts was the quickest way out nfjfjc sorry Benders I promise it wasn't personal.

Anywho- yea it's been over a year YET I'M STILL NOT OVER HOW THE INK DEMON LITERALLY HAD BEEN TORTURED BY THE KEEPERS??? Like- YOU CAN'T JUST THROW THAT AT ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WEEP LIKE A BABY- My man's gone through literal hell even before he's been carelessly thrown into the machine "because he was imperfect" my ass, I bet the worst he ever did while in the Real world was walk around and be curious about everything while the only thing decisively threatening about him was his appearance... WHICH ALSO he had nothing to do with??? That's all on Joey and GENT for fucking up and only looking at the outside and not the inside. Is it obvious how much I need this guy to have a happy life?? He has a chance for that with Audrey now which I'm honestly so damn glad for nfnfnc Poor guy had been forced to follow a predetermined script where he was cast as the villain... tbf.. wouldn't anyone end up embracing that role when they've had to go through it for hundreds of loops?? I'd grow tired of trying to change anything as well.

Can... can you imagine? A little scene with Audrey and Bendy in B3ndy where they're just hanging out with eachother in Audrey's apartment.... PLEASE

Ah this got long hehe nfnfjfb

ALSO still not over Henry. My favorite father figure. Pls be a dad to them I beg

I STILL DUNNO WHAT THE RAVE IS ABT 😭😭 Haven't seen anything abt it YET- BUT AYYYYY

AND OML YEA THE MOVIE PLEASE GIB SOME BEFORE THE INK WORLD SNIPPETS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?? Could you imagine? Just- getting to see how the studio was before it all went to hell??? I- GETTING TO SEE THE PROGRESS ON THE INK MACHINE??? MAYBE EVEN BENDY'S CREATION????? And and oml SAMMY before he went "My Lord, My Saviour, coocoo in the head" THE VAST WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES

#answered asks #frens ask #unnamed-proxy #bendy spoilers #bendy and the dark revival spoilers #bendy and the ink machine spoilers #batdr #batim #bendy #bendy secrets of the machine #bsotm

[matenrou-fan]

Ayup it's been awhile since I saw someone write for Hypmic, especially the yan one and ur writing skill is pretty good! Also, may I ask for some Ichiro yan hc?

Yandere! Ichiro with NB! darling

Hi! First thing first - thank you very much, love! Also, you didn't specify what exactly you want reader to be - fem, male or nb so I write nb...!

NB reader, stalking, manipulation, mention of marriage and being locked, Jiro and Saburo being an assholes a little bit, mention of fight;; 1736 words

It all start so harmless and cute.. You was living in Ikebukuro, and sometimes pay a visit to Ichiro in Odd jobs Yamada. You know that he and his brothers always willing to help civilians in their division, buying groceries for old people or helping to fix something easy as sink or little hole in the ceiling.

Ichiro smile so wide every time you get inside his office, asking shyly for help. You always was so kind, apologizing for distracting him from other works and thanking him for any help he gives you. You even bring some sweet sometimes for his brothers, aren't you an angel? Even Jiro and Saburo, who's don't really like to share their precious old brother with anyone else, was not that grumpy when it was you.

So sweet and so cute, always trying to be as kind and polite as you can, you quickly captured his heart. He didn't even notice how he start missing you. So much clients every day, sometimes their stories was so interesting and fun, and they ask for such variety kind of help, but.. but it's not you. Even when you just ask him to buy you something in store cause you was really sick, he feel like he was obligated to run there as fast as he can, dropping all his others task. The thought of seeing your face again.. it's just make his heart beats faster, as he wonder how he can help you even more.

"Here all that you asked for..! Hehe, I also bought you this herbal tea, it's always help me when I have cold. Mm? Oh, no, no, you don't need to pay me for this, it's just a gift, you can take it as a little support, get well soon, okay..?"

Ichiro is really easygoing, he trying to be friendly with everyone, so of course he quickly become your friend. He still was not sure what he feels towards you - is it really love or he just excited to meet someone so precious and interesting as you? Anyways, he need to stick around with you just to see how everything will turn out.

He start to invite you to visit his house for dinner. Don't even try to say no..! He cooks all dishes himself, you can't resist something like that, don't you? He may be not that rich but he always make sure to have enough food in his house not only for himself and his brothers, but for friends too, so don't be shy..! You can even watch anime after that, aren't this great? But don't get surprised when Jiro will defiantly sit between you two.

I feel like despite Ichiro being pretty clever he also pretty naive, so while he still thinking about his feelings, his brothers (especially Saburo) will realize that he's totally in love. So of course they need to do something until he will finally realized that himself, they don't want to lose their big bro! Ichiro will be quite surprised when he notice how much their behavior change towards you, Jiro being grumpy and Saburo start to be a smartass so you will feel uncomfortable in their house. And then it would be their turn to be surprised as he suddenly stand up for you. He always scold his brothers when they get carried away too much, but now.. now they notice that he was much more aggressive than before, as he was actually mad at them.

They was still annoyed by your persistence but now keep themselves silent, cause Ichiro keep looking at them with furrow brows everytime you visit him.

But the thing that finally open his eyes to his heart and let him realise how he actually feel towards you was one little episode. He was walking in streets after helping one needy family to fix they wardrobe, as the door of wardrobe was broken. His mood was so good after hearing so much compliments and thanks from mother of family, her little kids remind him of his brothers when they was very young.. And then, as if this day can't get any better, he notice you figure a little far away..!

..but all his happiness fade away immediately as he notice that you was not alone but with another guy. His heart skip a beat as he feels his breath become much heavier. He don't know if he was just your friend or even boyfriend, but he feel so envy and jealous right now.. Why is he so close?! What if he trying to flirt with you?! Ichiro watches you two carefully, trying to understand what you saying and if you have any blush at your cheeks.

In that day he stalks you two for whole hour, wondering what kind of relationship between you and him. As this guy walks you home, Ichiro decided to check him out a little bit.. Just to, you know, make sure he's not that bad as he looks.. He stalk him to home, now knowing his address and his appearance.

When Ichiro finally returns to his own home, he was so tired and annoyed. Even his brothers notice how sad he was, despite him trying to hide it. They try to talk with him, really worried , but he was too busy creating a plan for his next steps.

Of course he will use all his contacts to get all info about this guy. Although he try to assure himself that he just wants to make sure that you are alright and safe, he honestly wishes to find something dirty to him, so he would look like a hero who save you from bad guy.

But he didn't find anything, and this jealous keep nagget him. He feel himself so powerless, as he have no idea what to do next and he can't help but keep wondering... what if you meets again? What if you two start date? What if you forget about Ichiro? He can't allow that, you just so precious to him..! He may not show it but he have so much stress in his life, supporting two little brothers all to himself is pretty hard, and you the only one who's makes his soul feel much easier, you makes him feel so warm, so happy, so.. so possessive.

So he start to act more serious. Inviting you to his house more often, trying to lure you for staying with him as long as you can. He would try to find anime with more series and interesting plot so it would be hard for you to stop in the middle of season.

"Don't worry, it's still not that dark outside, we can watch a little bit more.. Aren't you interested how their fight would end..?" - he smiles at you softly, slowly taking your hand in his - "Even if you got carried away and stay too late, you always can sleep in my house.. I don't mind that sudden sleepover"

Always cooking your favourite dishes, let you pick any anime that you wanting to watch, helping you with groceries.. he being so so kind, then why you keep hang out with that guy everytime when Ichiro decided to stalk you a little bit?

There's no other choice... Yes, Ichiro is always so kind and good, golden retriever boyfriend, but even he has a dark side. You probably don't know but he used to be such an infamous delinquent, there wasn’t a single person in Ikebukuro who didn’t know his name, and not for good things. Why don't he let himself recapture this cruel emotionless side of him for one moment?

He will never hurt you. But it's doesn't mean he will not give a little lesson to this guy, as he stalk him again, this time pretty late at night. It was already so dark and he changes his casual jacket to black hoodie, hiding his face. As they both get closer to one of shady street, Ichiro quickly drag him in small alley.

It was quite a while ago when he fights with his fists, not with Hypmic, but he was still pretty strong. He thought about knocking this poor guy almost instantly, but then decided to play a little bit with him. The more painful it would, the more longer your friend would remember this warning.

"Don't even try to get closer to s/o ever again.." - this was the last thing that he hear before fall unconscious, Ichiro panting a little, standing on top of him. He sigh tiredly but with a little smirk on his face. It's feel so much better now, as he relieve all his stress.

Oh, how surprised he would be when few days later you will complain to him about your friend that suddenly stop talking with you.

"How can he?! You such an interesting person, he just didn't realize yet what a precious friend he lost..!" - Ichiro comforts you, as he hug you tightly, his hand on your head, gently patting you.

Oh, but that's mean you will finally pay more attention to him, don't you? Ah, how he wishes just to lock you inside his house, all to himself, as he can be sure that no other guys will ever touch or even talk with his precious angel..!

But he has brothers, and it would be much hard with them around. He can't help but wondering about you two.. When his brothers would grow up and live all by themselves, and you two will be more mature, he.. he will totally marry you, keep you inside his house forever and be such a good loving husband! He already get used to work hard, and he will work hard in future too just to be able to support you, so there's no need for you to work. Just to be his precious little partner, and sitting home, waiting for him after work with the same cute bright eyes and soft smile, as you have right now..

But until then, he will stay alert, scaring away all guys who will ever try to talk with you, slowly making you fall for him.

"Today was great, don't you think?" - he smile so wide everytime you two hang out together - "We totally should meet tomorrow too.. And day after tomorrow, and after that too..."

"Ah, we just need to be always together, don't you think?♡"

[END]

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[gvfleetwood]

An Early Christmas Gift

Josh Kiszka x fem reader

I wrote this last night after editing Anyone just as a cute little stand alone thing so enjoy!

Mention of sex, reader being tied up/restrained MINORS DNI

“Wait you like that?”

You over at Joshua lying beside you and nod. “Yeah I mean I’d love to try that,” he’s silent now, biting his lower lip and just looking at you. You can try to read his eyes all you want but you still can’t seem to tell what he’s thinking.

“I’m sorry It’s just- I’ve never thought about doing it that way, you know tying you up. Me being the dominant one…” Joshua shrugs and you just giggle at how flustered this makes him, and lean back into the mattress. “Josh, we don’t have to do it I mean it’s definitely something I’m open to but it’s not a big deal.”

He doesn’t say another word about it, he only pulls you into his arms and presses his face into your shoulder before you drift off into sleep.

It isn’t until about a week later, Joshua goes along with Daniel to the mall to pick up some Christmas gifts when they pass by a sex shop. Josh doesn’t even look at the name of the shop, just stops in front of the open door and stares at the back wall covered in artificial body parts and different shaped leather garments.

Josh is by no means vanilla, in fact he loves letting you take control, ride him, and make him whine but this is something completely foreign to him.

He’s never really been very dominant in bed, always enjoying how sexy and ethereal a woman in the throws of ecstasy is but this opens a new door for him.

“Josh? You okay?” Daniel looks between one of his best friends and the inside of the sex shop. “Are you gonna go in there?” He asks casually and Josh shrugs and swallows hard. “I dunno if I should I mean-“ he’s silent for a while trying to come up with an excuse as to why he should (or shouldn’t) walk in there.

“Well hey, it can’t hurt to take a look right?” Daniel nudges his friend and walks past Joshua into the sex shop.

For you. It’s all for you. He takes a deep breath and. Follows his best friend into the shop like a lost puppy, too afraid to be separated and risk seeing something that might ruin him forever.

“Hey guys! Welcome in, but before you shop around can I look at your guys’ ID’s?” The kid behind the counter calls out and Daniel smiles, walking right up and pulling out his ID. Josh stumbles behind and does the same.

“Do you two need help finding anything?” Daniel shrugs nonchalantly and looks over at Joshua, amused at his friend’s anxious aura. “I’m just looking but I think Josh here might have something specific in mind,” Danny says and elbows Josh who shrugs. “Uh yeah…” he looks between Daniel and the kid behind the counter and a look of realization crosses Danny’s features. “Oh! Yeah I’ll go look around while you Uh… talk,” Daniel saunters off in the direction of the edible panties and chuckles under his breath. As soon as Daniel’s out of earshot, Josh leans forward.

“My girlfriend she… she recently expressed to me that she may enjoy being tied up,” Josh nearly choked on his own saliva while saying it and he looks over his shoulders to make sure nobody can overhear him. The employee chuckles and nods. “Oh dude, that’s no big deal, we’ve got all kinds of ropes, collars, harnesses, and handcuffs, let me lead you over there,” he says and Josh follows the kid whose name tag says Zack towards the aisle at the other end of the store. “Is it your guys’ first time trying this?” He asks and Josh nods. “You may want to just start with handcuffs, these fuzzy ones are good because they won’t scratch up her wrists…” the image of your wrists in the pink fuzzy handcuffs that Zack hands him makes Josh feel dizzy all of a sudden.

“And if you want to go a step further, this rope is actually meant for skin,” he pulls out a wad of soft rope and hands that to Joshua as well. “It’s not that itchy abrasive shit, it’s better and it’s thick so it will be easy and quick to untie,” he says and Josh nods along, head fuzzy with all these images of you tied up in his bed.

Poor Joshua can feel his pants tightening but he pretends to ignore it as Zack continues on. “Anything else you’re thinking about getting?” He asks and Joshua’s eyes narrow on a pair of tiny pink thimble shaped plastic pieces in a clear plastic package.

“Nipple clamps?”

Zack nods. “Yeah these are beginner ones, they’re gentle but they use suction to stimulate the nipples,” he explains and Josh grabs them without a second thought. “Okay, I think I’ll get these too and that’s all,” Josh says and Zack leads him back over to the counter and checks him out. “So Christmas gift?” Zack asks as he places each item in a discreet, brown paper bag. “Yeah something like that, she deserves it she’s too sweet for me,” Josh says and Zack nods and hands him the bag. “Well, here you go, man. Good luck with those,” Joshua chuckles and nods. “Thank you,” as soon as he walks out, he sees Daniel with a brown paper bag as well. “Looks like we’ll both be lucky then?” Danny says and chuckles and Josh nods.

Josh thankfully gets home before you’re home from work and he hides the paper bag in his music room in one of the desk drawers before starting to cook you dinner.

Another week later and he decides he can no longer wait until Christmas. It’s been a week since Joshua has touched you, a week since you’ve felt him and it’s killing you, he’s turned down every single advance for a week.

It’s. So unusual for that man to ever stop thinking about sex so for you it’s one of two things 1, He’s hiding something from you, something that makes him feel guilty enough to turn down sex or 2, He’s about to break up with you.

Either way it’s not good so you decide to sit him down and get it over with.

“Joshua, I just want to talk about something, we haven’t had sex in a week and I know a week isn’t that long for most people but for us, it’s an eternity,” Josh nods, reaching out and holding your hands. “Please don’t think I don’t want to it’s just- This is going to sound dumb,” I shake my head. “Please it’s killing me to not know,” I say and he nods in defeat. “Well, mama I bought you something for Christmas and I was going to wait until then for us to use it but I suppose it can’t wait,” Josh gets up and leaves the living room and you remain seated and confused.

Are you supposed to follow him?

You remain seated anxiously until he comes back only seconds later with a brown paper bag. “Open it,” he hands It to you and you look inside to see the rope, pink fuzzy hand cuffs and nipple clamps.

“Woah this is not what I was expecting,” you say with a chuckle and pull all of them out. “Is this about what I said a couple weeks ago?” He nods and you feel yourself nearly burst at how cute he is. “You really want to try this with me?” Joshua nods eagerly. “I want to at least try it and see how it feels. Plus, ever since I bought this stuff I’ve been thinking about it nonstop and it’s beginning to drive me mad,” he says and you giggle. “Oh yeah?”

Joshua slowly nods and leans forward capturing your lips with his.

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[yaoogui]

  headcanon:  sen and various hcs.

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS. Sen cares. Deeply. If he is silent and often appears uninterested in the situatiosn before his eyes, it is actually quite the opposite. He is a watcher and under that empty facial expression of his, he pays attention. It isn't truly out of mischieviousness that he does nor to collect information but simply how he interacts with the environment that surrounds him, the interactions and actions that takes place within it. He cares about the connections as well, even few, that link him to the rest of the world. Him being secluded, an associal, made him more aware of details, he finds reassurance in them. The places he enjoys the more his solitude at isn't locked in a room alone but are in the middle of a crowd. I'm surrounded yet I feel on my own - isn't a negative statement to him. He finds solace is being allowed to evolve on his own, to watch.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON. Anything ugly, damaged, crooked is absolutely beautiful to him. As a photographer, his career started quite normally, however he quickly enough realizes he's bored from pretty models for these fashion magazines calling him. The only life changing event to him was realize how ugly inside most of these models were, often capturing the moments between the shoots, to seize the exact moments where the masks fall : opportunism, narcissim, vanity, consumerism - there was nothing pretty in this industry. This attraction to anything damaged, inside or out, lead him to snap unconventional types of faces, beauties and bodies more, which surprisingly got him attention as an artist on a completely different scene than fashion. The only pictures he doesn't share however is the ones he takes when going a little futhur, taking a night job as a crime scene clearner : in his contemplation of the disfigured, he snaps the macabre and bloody scenes on that one camera he keeps to himself and himself only.

A USELESS HEADCANON. By the end of the night, after a job, his ritual is to sit in a konbini and eat instant ramen from the store. He passes time while reading whatever magazines he gets his hands on and only goes home when the sun finally rises.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS. Emotional intimacy. If Sen is someone who enjoys having conversations that can go as deep as they can, dig into someone's core through words, face to face or behind his screen, he is not so comfortable anymore if any form of emotional intimacy starts developping between him and someone of interest : feelings. He is aware he finds beauty in the macabre, the dead, the unanimated and thinks to himself : if he finds someone so beautiful inside and out to the point he falls for them, will he start picturing them out of breath in order to immortalize their beauty with his lens? Which is as psychotic as it does scare him, he is aware.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM. Sen is different from all the characters I usually write. Yes there is my usual sociopathic print all over the character however, his personality is new to me : someone who spends more time silent than talking, lack of confidence, not so social, secluded, submissive and almost passive. Instead of being the master of his own pleasure and entertainment and life, he often positions himself as a watcher, a follwer.

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM. I can picture writing this character in many slice of life situations. Sen is someone you can find alone in cafés, bars, at the konbinis, perfect places for every day interactions. Even through his daily job, as a photographer and as an artist. However, the other side of the character is unsettling, a little fucked up and deranged, this side I would love to explore with ones who want to match this darkness.

tagged by : @velvetineblue (Thank youu)

#変 : 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧. / the photographer. #変 : 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧. / headcanons. #My very first tagged meme on this blog waw

[kiankiwi]

here’s the public accident fic!

usually when it’s Saturday grocery day. you were fully expecting Elvis to be in baby space. as he usually is. but not today.

you heard elvis running down the hall to your room. “Mama look! i gotted myself dressed!” you smiled as you looked at his outfit. it actually matched, and was on correctly. no shirt inside out. pants buttoned. “well my goodness. What a big boy I have. mommys very proud of you!” Elvis let out a happy squeal before heading to the front door, you right behind him.

as you got him in his car seat, you made sure you had his diaper bag even if he was in a bigger headspace. after he was strapped in you got into the driver's seat. “you ready, baby?” “yea mommy!” After turning on his nursery rhymes cd, you two headed off to the grocery store.

Since the littles inclusive store was a farther drive you knew he would fall asleep. hence why the lullabies were on. and as expected he was knocked out by the second song. By the time you got even close to the store he was snoring. maybe putting him to sleep wasn’t all that worth it… you sighed and got out, going to his side shaking him awake. “time to wake up buddy.” he whined and rubbed his eyes. “there we go baby.” you helped him out, putting his wobbling off as him being sleepy still.

once you got the cart and got inside the store was still wobbly a bit. “you wanna sit in the cart buddy?” he silently nodded and raised his arms. you chuckled and got him into the cart. you smiled as he woke up more and more. He started pointing to the snacks he wanted and babbling to you. “yea is that right?” you were just happy he was more upbeat and active.

as you continued on through the store you gave him different items to keep him occupied. the little applesauce packets have been the only surefire way to keep him preoccupied. it was specifically needed for this aisle, as y’all were gonna be there for a while. the pasta aisle. you picked up a few different shapes and held them up in front of him. “Alright sweet boy, which shapes do we want for this week?” he picked his all time favorite, flinestones. “good choice bubba.” you gave him the box and of course he started shaking it and playing with it immediately. you laughed and went to go grab some sauce for it.

as you were deciding between alfredo and vodka sauce you heard screaming. “what the fuck is this thing doing in the middle of the god damn aisle! you are an abomination, MOVE!!” Elvis whimpered very frightened from the yelling but he started sobbing when she pushed him into the shelves. you quickly put the jars down but before you could get to the old woman a worker was leading her out. you were grateful cause you would’ve hit her.

not bothering to watch her get escorted out you went to elvis who was still sobbing. “Oh sweet boy.” elvis wouldn’t look up at you and when you looked down you realized why. He had had an accident. “awe baby… she really scared you hmm?” he nodded softly. as you headed to the bathroom to change him, you realized you forgot the baby bag. You cursed and rushed to the littles section and grabbed a new outfit, a few diapers, some wipes and socks. you then headed to the bathroom, popping the tags off and keeping them in your purse before getting him clean and changed. “there we go buddy. allll better.” elvis smiled and nodded. you both finished grocery shopping and headed home.

I love this little Fic! YES nothing matters if E is upset!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[alisonsfics]

fake girlfriend

pairing: roommate!bucky x reader

summary: when bucky introduces you to his parents as his girlfriend, you’re a little bit past confused. as you help him trick his parents, you realize how little it feels like lying.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this is such a trope, and i have been wanted to write one of these forever!!!

You juggled all the grocery bags, fumbling with the key as you tried to unlock the front door. You finally managed to turn the key and open the door.

Once the door opened, you could hear people talking inside your apartment. You furrowed your eyebrows since you were just expecting your roommate, Bucky, to be home.

Once you got inside the front entrance, the voices got closer. An older woman emerged from the living room, followed by an older man and then Bucky. You vaguely recognized the couple as Bucky’s parents.

“Oh, James! This must be your girlfriend?” His mom asked, awestruck. You could feel your eyes go wide. First, you were definitely not Bucky’s girlfriend. Second, to your knowledge, Bucky didn’t even have a girlfriend.

“Yep, this is her.” Bucky replied, nervously. Your gaze shifted to his, having a silent conversation with him using just your eyes. He silently begged you to not protest. “Here, honey, let me help you with the groceries.” He said, rushing towards you. He grabbed some of the bags out of your hands and ushered you into the kitchen.

“So, I— ummm, how was the grocery store?” He asked, clearly avoiding what he’d just said. You didn’t even know where to start. “Bucky! What was that? I’m your what?” You asked, lightly hitting his chest. He took a deep breath, turning to actually face you. “I don’t know. A while ago, I told them I had a girlfriend so that’s stop trying to set me up. And then my mom just saw you and just assumed, and I panicked.” He rambled.

You set your hands on his shoulders. “You know the one problem with that? We’re not actually dating.” You whispered. You could tell how nervous Bucky was. He was never normally this fidgety.

“Please, just do me this one favor and I will owe you forever.” He practically begged you.

“Bucky,” you whined, running your hands through your hair. You didn’t know what to say. “Do you want to beg? I’ll beg.” He told you, giving you a pouty face.

“As entertaining as that would be, fine.” You exclaimed. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, lifting you in the air and spinning around. “Thank you thank you thank you.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You playfully rolled your eyes before taking a deep breath. “I guess it’s time for you to introduce me to your parents. God, I never thought I’d say that.” You said, nervously smiling.

He interlaced his fingers with yours. You both headed back towards the living room, where his parents were waiting. “So, mom and dad, I’d like you to meet Y/N, my girlfriend.” Bucky said, letting go of your hand.

His mom immediately pulled you into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you. Our Bucky has told us so much about you.” She said. You smiled back at her, while shaking his dads hand. “I can only imagine what he’s told you.” You said, giggling and glancing over at Bucky.

His parents sat back down on the couch. You jumped when you felt Bucky place his hand on the small of your back, and lead you to the other couch. You took a seat with Bucky on your left.

“James told us that you both met through a mutual friend. Why don’t you tell us how you met?” His mom asked.

“Oh, it’s such a beautiful story, but I just love when Bucky tells it.” You said, turning to look at him. He chuckled to himself, knowing you’d take any opportunity to put him on the spot. “Okay, I’ll tell it.” He agreed, moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders.

You prepared yourself to memorize the story, so if it got brought up again you were on the same page.

“We both met through a friend at a New Years Eve party. My best friend in high school was this guy named Matt, and his sister was Y/N’s roommate in college. So we both got invited to this party.” As Bucky began telling the story, you realized he was telling the real story of how you both met.

Even if you hadn’t remembered that story, you would have been able to tell from the look in his eye that he was telling a real story that was meaningful to him.

“I remember seeing her from across the room and knowing she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. So, I walked over to her and tried to say a really smooth one-liner, but it came out all jumbled and I looked like a big dork, but she didn’t laugh at me. She introduced herself and we spent all night talking. All I wanted to do was kiss her at midnight, but I was terrified. Then two weeks later, I finally got the courage ask her out.” He finished the story.

When he said the part about asking you out, his expression changed. It looked like he was just telling a story. When he said all the stuff about liking you, it all seemed genuine. You had a weird feeling in your stomach that that story was more true than you knew.

“Oh that’s a beautiful story.” His dad complimented. His mom actually looked like her eyes were watering. “See, he tells it better.” You said, turning to look at him.

You placed your hand on his knee, and rubbed it comfortingly after you saw the same level of sincerity in his eyes. You gave him a soft smile and he kissed your temple.

“You both seem so happy together.” His mom said, smiling at the both of you. You both smiled back. “He’s the best.” You said, leaning in a little more to Bucky’s touch.

It wasn’t as hard as thought it would be to pretend to be Bucky’s girlfriend. It actually felt pretty normal.

“I’m going to get a glass of water. Does anybody else want anything?” You offered. Bucky’s dad shook his head and you turned to Bucky. “I’m good, honey.” He responded.

“I’ll take a water, but I’ll go with you.” Bucky’s mom said standing up from the couch. You also stood up. Before you could walk anywhere, Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a quick kiss. It happened so fast that you barely had time to react.

That was your first kiss with a Bucky. He wasn’t oblivious to the small grin that grew on your face. You lead his mom towards the kitchen.

You grabbed two glasses from the cabinet as his mom looked around the kitchen. She spotted the framed picture of you and Bucky. It was from a Halloween party you both had went to. You remembered that night; it was perfect.

“I’ve never seen James this happy before. I think you both have something really special.” She confessed to you, accepting the glass of water from your hand.

“Your son is amazing; he really is. He’s honestly my best friend.” You said, truthfully. She pulled you into a side hug. “I’m happy James has finally found someone, and you’re so pretty and kind. He made a good choice.” She said. You thanked her as you both headed back towards the living room.

You and Bucky both spent the next hour skillfully telling stories that were a perfect mix of the truth and a little truth stretching.

As you both watched their car drive out of the parking lot, you finally sighed and dropped the act.

Bucky quickly turned around, heading towards your apartment. You struggled to keep up behind his long and clearly rushed strides.

“Bucky, wait up.” You called after him. Your words had no effect on him. He continued to rush up the stairs and then into your apartment.

You got into the apartment and closed the door behind you. “How are you legs so goddamn long, Barnes?” You called out as you locked the door.

You walked into the kitchen where Bucky was. “Thank you so much for helping me out.” He said, grabbing a bottle of water and then heading towards his room.

He closed the door before you could say anything. You walked over slowly and knocked. “Bucky?” You asked. Silence.

“I have to talk to you about something.” You admitted. You heard him shuffling towards the door before opening it. “Why are you shutting me out?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms.

“I’m not. I was just going to read my book.” He lied, moving to sit on his bed. You followed his lead and sat next to him. “Really? You’re being a little icy after I just did you a massive favor. Like massively massive. Like you’re doing the dishes for the rest of eternity.” You joked, giggling. His tough exterior failed as he chuckled at your joke. “I promise, I am so grateful that you did that. You are so amazing, and I do owe you. Maybe not an eternity of dish duty though.” He said, resting his hand on your knee.

“Was that story you told about how we met true?” You bursted out. You couldn’t contain the question anymore. “What do you mean was it true? You don’t remember how we met? I’m hurt.” He said, using humor so he wouldn’t have to answer the question.

“Bucky, come on, I’m being serious.” You complained. He avoided your eye contact, trying to not dig himself a hole. You huffed to yourself. “I’m serious too, after all this time, you don’t remember the night we met? Our friendship is built on lies.” He said continuing to joke around.

“Oh for fucks sake, you know I mean the part about you thinking I was pretty and wanting to kiss me.” You snapped. He looked up to meet your eyes, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry about all of this. First, making you pretend in front of my parents. Then, the stupid jokes. And now, ruining your friendship. Fuck, I’m such a horrible friend.” He said, putting his head in his hands.

You grabbed his hands and held them in yours. “You are not a horrible friend. Why would you think you’re ruining our friendship?” You asked him, softly. He ran his thumbs over the back of your hands, thinking about his next move.

“Cause now you know how I feel. That from the night we met, I’ve thought you are the most beautiful girl in the world and I can never stop smiling around you. And pretending to be your boyfriend today made me want it all a million times more.” He confessed. You didn’t respond. How could you put into words that his feelings were mutual?

You dropped his hands and cupped his face. You leaned in slowly and connected your lips. He froze in shock. You grabbed his hands and moved them to rest on your waist.

He realized what this meant and kissed you back, like he’d always dreamt of. Not like the quick kiss in front of his parents, but a slow beautiful kiss. You let your hands play with the strands of his hair, twirling them around your fingers.

He pulled away just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “I wanted you to kiss me that night too.” You told him, and he thought his mind was going to explode.

“God, you’re wonderful.” He said, pulling you into his lap and causing you to giggle against his lips. You were perfect to him.

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Nia just needed a friend to do a hard mall trip. Trying out dresses. For a formal dance. And hey, maybe Lena and Kara are mad at each other but... She just needs Lena okay?

When Lena receives a call from an unknown number, she almost ignores it. But just enough people spread her phone number that she answers it on the off chance it might be someone who needs her.

“Lena Luthor, how can I help you?”

“Lena, please don’t hang up.”

The voice is familiar, but Lena can’t place it until the voice continues.

“It’s Nia. Nia Nal? And I know--” Lena almost hangs up right then-- not because it’s Nia, but because Nia treads dangerously close to a subject Lena is dead set on avoiding. Almost. “I know you have no reason to take my call, but… I need your help.”

Lena almost hangs up. She doesn’t.

“What do you need?”

---

The crisis, Lena learns, is that Nia has been given the assignment of her life covering the Golden Globes ceremony being hosted in downtown National City, but has nothing even remotely appropriate to wear. The mundanity of it all is so far from what Lena expects that it’s long moments before the words fully register.

“Uh, Lena…?”

“I’m here,” Lena says quickly, clearing her throat. She leans forward in her chair, rattling off an address. “Meet me there tomorrow at 11am.”

The next day, a few minutes after eleven, Nia walks up to Lena outside of Sylvie with hesitation all over her face. “Lena?”

Lena tucks her phone away and turns towards Nia with a professional but bright grin. “Nia, you made it.”

“Uhm, yeah actually… I kinda thought I’d gotten lost…”

Lena looks at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Lena, I can’t afford anything on this boulevard, are you crazy??”

Oh.

“You’re not paying,” Lena says simply.

Wide eyes blink at her in shock. “What? No! No, Lena, I can’t ask you to do that--”

“I’m offering.”

“Look, I was thinking we could just go to the mall--”

“The mall.”

Nia quails under Lena’s judgement, and Lena softens.

“Nia, you are about to be on the red carpet, covering an event that could catapult your career into the stratosphere. I think that warrants something a little more than what a department store can offer.”

“But…” Nia continues to protest, but uncertainty colors her features, and Lena knows she’s slipped under her guard. Carefully, Lena places a hand on Nia’s wrist.

“I won’t force you to accept what I’m offering,” she says gently. “But calling a Luthor for help means calling for a Luthor solution-- and nothing says Luthor more than shopping at the best boutique in town.”

Nia nods, but she ducks her chin with a swallow. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t want you to think that’s why I called, you know?” Nia expels a sigh, working a harried hand through her hair. “It’s just that Kara was supposed to come with me for moral support, but she’s had to cancel four times and the ceremony is in three days and if Andrea hears one more time that I don’t have a dress, she’s going to kill me…”

“Nia,” Lena says softly. Nia stops, and meets Lena’s gaze with a hesitant one of her own. “I would never think you were calling for a hand out. I’m offering.” Nia still looks uncertain, but Lena holds her gaze. “You asked for help… so let me help.”

Nia considers her words, studying Lena carefully. Finally, she wraps her arms around herself with a steadying sigh. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.”

Nia follows a few paces behind as Lena turns and approaches the door to the shop, lingering to let Lena be the one to press the buzzer to be allowed in. But as they near, the door opens for them, ready and waiting to admit them.

Luthors don’t use buzzers.

“Welcome to Sylvie.” A pair of well groomed attendants relieve them of their purses, exchanging their bags for a couple flutes of champagne offered by a third.

“Thank you,” Lena replies easily, well versed in the practice. Nia fumbles a step behind, her movements stiff and uncertain. Instead of moving directly into the belly of the store as she usually did, Lena lingers, allowing Nia the chance to take in the shop for the first time. The showroom looks much like any other, as could be glimpsed through the windows, styled with clean lines and immaculately dressed mannequins. The true Sylvie experience, however, happens further in, beyond the curtains that separate the dressing rooms from the rest of the store.

“If you’ll follow me, ladies, I’ll show you to your dressing room.”

Lena wonders what Nia expected as they approached one of the curtained off areas. Perhaps a cramped alcove like the hollywood thrift stores shown in coming-of-age films, where your elbows knocked the walls as you changed and you’d be lucky to find a stool to put your own clothes. Certainly it isn’t the plush, spacious room that awaits them, if Nia’s wide eyes are anything to go by.

Charnelle waits for them at the curtain. “Welcome, ladies,” she greets, parting the curtain so that Lena and Nia can slip inside. “Lena, lovely to see you again.”

“And you,” Lena returns.

“I’m Charnelle,” she introduces herself to Nia. “Wonderful to meet you. I’ll be assisting the two of you today.”

“Thankyousomuch,” Nia says in a rush, her shoulders tight as she shakes Charnelle’s offered hand.

Charnelle allows the curtains to close behind them, isolating them in their own little pocket of divine luxury. Lena settles herself on the central chaise lounge, folding her legs elegantly before her. Nia perches on the edge beside her, her gaze flicking to the small boudoir in one corner and another curtain that shields the actual changing area. Inside there, Lena knows Nia will find a plush bench to sit on as she undresses, and gold hangers to hold her clothes while she tries on various gowns. It’s designed to be beyond comfortable, a place where one could spend hours-- and lots and lots of money.

“So, what do you have for us today, Lena? Another benefit gala to dazzle?”

“Actually,” Lena replies, “Miss Nal here is covering the Golden Globes this week for CatCo Worldwide.”

“How exciting!” Charnelle rounds on Nia. “And what are you looking for in your gown?”

Caught with a mouthful of champagne, Nia freezes, then swallows audibly. “Um…” she coughs out. “Something nice? I probably shouldn’t be outdressing the stars or anything, so nothing too crazy?” She shrugs. “I don’t know, exactly.”

“Charnelle,” Lena intercedes, “could you bring us some formal options in black, maroon, or blue? Floor length, of course.”

Charnelle nods, beaming. “Absolutely.” She gives Nia a wink. “She has your colors nailed, honey. What are your measurements?”

Nia stares at them both. “Uh. A six, usually?”

“They’ll need your measurements to ensure a proper fit,” Lena delivers gently. “Do you mind if Charnelle--?”

“I’m trans!” Nia blurts, her chinks coloring a solid ear-to-ear pink. “Sorry,” she adds quietly. “But-- yeah. Just so you know.”

Lena stares, surprised more by the outburst than its content, but Charnelle takes it in stride. “So am I, baby girl,” she responds smoothly. “That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to have a dress that fits.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Nia finally, finally relaxes. She offers a shaky grin. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this.”

Charnelle gives Nia’s wrist a squeeze on her way to the boudoir to pull a tape measure from the top drawer. While she’s busy, Lena catches Nia’s eye and lifts her glass in a silent cheers of support. Nia rewards her with a small smile, before Charnelle returns and makes quick work of measuring Nia’s bust, waist and hips.

“All right!” Charnelle chirps, wrapping up her tape. “I’ll be right back with some options. You two stay here and get comfortable, all right? I’ll be right back.”

She disappears, and Nia all but collapses onto the chaise next to Lena. “I can’t believe I did that,” she groans.

Lena pats her on the knee. “You’re all right. Sylvie only gets my business because they know the value of discretion.”

“Yeah.” Nia lifts her head with a hum, surveying the dressing room once more. “This is nice. Thank you for talking me into it.”

Lena smirks. “Just wait.”

As if on cue, the curtains part to admit not Charnelle, but the woman who’d offered them their drinks. This time, her tray holds an array of small finger sandwiches. “Refreshments?”

“Oh, wow!” Nia exclaims, quickly helping herself to three. “Okay, yeah. I could get used to this.”

Lena grins, snaring a cucumber sandwich for herself. “Thank you. And another round, if you could,” she adds, seeing Nia’s empty glass.

The woman nods. “Of course.”

When she has disappeared again, the dressing room fills with quiet, and Lena realizes that she doesn’t have a clue what to say. She’s gone shopping with her mother, and with Andrea, and in both cases the conversation flowed easily, for better or for worse. But she’s never been shopping with a girl several years her junior, and never one in the middle of Lena’s biggest heartbreak.

“It happened the last time I went shopping for a dress too,” Nia says, breaking the silence. “The anxiety about… you know. I guess something about formal wear brings out the worst of it.”

Unsure of how to respond, Lena looks at her. “When was the last time?”

Nia sighs. “Prom. I’d transitioned by then, and most people were used to me, but I didn’t have a date, and part of me just internalized it as a fixture of me not being girly enough, and not, you know, the fact I didn’t know how to talk to boys, let alone date them. I didn’t even know if it was worth it to go at all, and I just-- started crying, right there in the dress shop.”

“What happened then?” Lena asks gently.

Nia smiles fondly. “My mom. She just hugged me, and told me how proud she was to have such a beautiful, confident daughter. It was sort of embarrassing at the time, but… it was something I needed to hear, you know?”

She pauses then as the server returns with their champagne. Afte the woman dips out again, Lena nudges her. “And did you ever find a dress?”

Nia snorts, nodding. “Yeah. Like, two minutes after I calmed down I found my dream dress. And my friends and I had a blast at prom, so I’m glad I went after all.”

“Good,” Lena murmurs, sipping her drink. “Well, I can’t promise anything about a dream dress, but I’ll call it a win if we get out of here without any tears.”

“Cheers to that,” Nia concurs, lifting her own glass for a deep sip.

In that moment, Charnelle returns, wheeling a short cart of long dresses along with her.

“All right, ladies-- who’s ready to see some gowns?”

---

Nia settles on a bias-cut gown of sky blue, accented with beaded embroidery at the bust and straps. It may not have qualified for dream status, but it’s perfect for the Globes, and Lena can tell Nia is excited by the time they step back out onto the street, garment bag draped over her arm.

“Thank you, again,” Nia offers, hiking her purse higher on her shoulder. “You really didn’t have to do all this, especially with how weird things are right now. I know it probably wasn’t easy to say yes when I called last night.”

Lena blinks. It honestly hadn’t occurred to her to say no. “Nia?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you call me?” It’s her turn now to shift uncomfortably on her feet. “I’m always happy to help, but… as you say, things are weird. Why me?”

“Honestly?” Nia asks. Lena nods. “You remind me of my mom. I can’t begin to tell you how or why, but you do. And the thing is… my mom was probably the kindest person I’ve ever known. So-- if you reminded me of her, I figured you were a pretty safe bet. And the worst you could do was hang up on me, so…”

Right.

Lena nods, her throat locking painfully around a sudden lump in her throat. Forcing a smile, she clears her throat. “Okay. Well… I’m glad I was able to help. Are you okay to get home?”

Nia nods easily. “Yeah, I’ll just catch the bus. Thank you again. This was really nice, and it was really good to see you.”

Lena nods, but before she can turn away, Nia catches her by the wrist.

“I mean it, Lena. I owe you one. If you ever need anything…”

Lena turns her wrist, allowing her hand to settle into Nia’s palm. Giving it a squeeze, Lena offers her a smile.

“I know who to call.”

// prompts are closed

#lena and nia #brotp #trying on dresses #nia and lena go shopping #prompt filled #quarantine prompt party 2.0 #GUESS WHO'S WRITING #AND FINALLY CATCHING UP ON THE PROMPTS SITTING IN HER INBOX #*jabs thumbs at self* this guy!! #this was fun #thanks nonnie

[yanderecandystore]

Could you please do a fanfic for a male version of Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu (from Resident Evil Village game) with the reader.

I really like the Resident Evil franchise but I'm too lazy to know what the hell is happening in the older games XD I'm so sorry about that-

I loved watching playthroughs of Resident Evil Village (can't buy the game ;-;), but I felt like it was a bit empty, idk- I felt like the lords weren't really explored enough.

Also the Duke is the best husbando in the whole game- Fight me! >:3

TW/Tags: GN = Gender Neutral, I normally forget to properly name it when it's gender neutral, most of the time I just say "reader" // maybe ooc // lazy genderbent, I'm terrible with names // size difference // servant reader // mentions of gore/cuts/bruises/blood and deaths (and torture- I'm so sorry-) // reader gets hurt // mentions of vomiting

It's Dinner Already [Yandere!M!Dimitrescu x GN!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

It's dinner time already, unfortunately for you, of course.

It feels almost like a routine at this point- Which in a way, it is! You always take care of your tasks during the day, while dreading the inevitable time for dinner to arrive again.

Everyday, at this exact same hour, you and the other servants would prepare a meal for Lord Dimitrescu and his lovely… Sons…

As someone who has started "working" for their family only a month ago, you can positively say: Starving in the cold woods next to your village would have probably been a more merciful death than the ones you have witnessed at this place. You weren't as accustomed to such brutal executions at your village, actually you hardly even witnessed so much death, at least not so up close.

When you came here, you didn't expect to be instantly comforted and treated with respect- You were a commoner looking for an possibility to thrive in a noble's house, you were basically an easy target for any entitled selfish lord to easily belittle you and make you work for them until your hands would turn to dust. Yet nothing could have prepared you for such an odd situation.

Vampires. Monsters. Fiends if you were bold enough to insult them. You weren't exactly welcomed as much as you were snatched in and now forever trapped inside this castle. You can still hear their laughter… Their insane expressions of pure glee, the way they have bursted into maliciously laughing at your pain as you screamed for help trying to open up their door again and be free from that nightmare.

The chase didn't last even a second, they stabbed your legs with their scythes and brought you deeper inside this hellhole, as you cried your eyeballs out. The sons had brought you back inside so their father could take a look at the "intruder".

An absolute titan amongst the mortals. His height was only a sick reminder of how much power he had over the castle, over his sons, and now- Over you.

He may not have been as massive as he was threatening as you remind him to be, but at the time you were just in awe of his height considering you have never seen someone as tall and as mighty.

Then again- You have never seen vampires as well. Were they the same vampires as the books you've read as a kid? You weren't so sure of it…

You were hoping that if you begged for life and for forgiveness for having disturbed their peace, that they could spare you and let you go back to your village. Sadly enough, you commented on how you were only trying to look for a job as a servant.

You probably shouldn't have given them ideas, but it's too late to think about your mistakes now, however.

The sons begged to see your blood spilled, yet Lord Dimitrescu was merciful enough to grant you your "wish", as he said.

It has been a month ever since you were trapped inside and forced to work as a miserable little servant, and even if you didn't suffer the worst forms of punishments that they had in-store for you, you couldn't help but fantasize about just running away and never turning back.

You're so tired of this castle, of the smell of carnage, of the undeserved and over the top punishments, and especially of the people who would subjugate you to such things.

But at last, it's dinner time already, and you can't keep them waiting.

You feel your hands shaking as you walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room where the masters of the castle were so graciously waiting for you. You know what they're waiting for- But you can't let them distract you, for those that commit accidents are faced with fates worse than death.

Although you would rather do this process quickly, you can't afford mistakes to happen, so you take your time to set not only their meal in front of each one but to also pour "wine" into their glasses. You do all of this without looking directly into their eyes, only bowing down to each one and saying "excuse me"s in what they would call a "decent tone", as the smell of their disgusting beverage starts to irritate your nostrils. If you didn't know the main ingredient to Sanguis Virgins is, you probably wouldn't have this immense disgust over it, but right now just the thought of it makes you want to gag.

Only villains could so easily drink blood, and still make a living out of it.

Your internal thoughts of pure hatred against this whole situation almost completely blinded you to the fact that they were eerily, very quiet.

….

On most nights they would be talking with each other while occasionally making comments about you or your presence. Obviously they were all pretty nasty comments that they somehow expected you to back it up in some way or another, it's when they try to insert you into their conversation that makes you hate this occasion so badly, but it normally ends as quickly as it begins.

But as you are pouring wine to Lord's Dimitrescu, you notice that they haven't said a single thing while you were there. You stop what you're doing as you realize that they were silently observing you this whole time, and as you look into their expressions you come to think that maybe you have messed up-

Somehow, in some way or form, you may have messed up- And the fact this mistake could cost your head only agitates your already very worried mind.

….

A small moment of silence continues before the middle son, Cassandro, starts to chuckle in an almost innocent way- As if he was a kid who just said a bad word for the first time- And as he bursts into sudden laughter, Daniel leans towards Bello and loudly whispers:

"- I told you, they do this every time." To which Bello only replied with:

"- It's almost like hypnosis in a way."

The three sons were mesmerized by your ability to trap yourself in your own mind. They're probably aware that you do this as a defensive mechanism but they still find it comical in a weird way. You feel yourself get more tense as you look up at Lord Dimitrescu and see him staring back at you, with an unreadable expression across his face.

Before you could come up with an excuse to whatever you may have caused to disturb their dinner, the Lord himself spoke.

"- How inappropriate. As my sons, you three should know better than to laugh at our servant's airheaded mind-"

And as he said that, their smiles begin to disappear and be replaced with frowns and a bit of shame as they become stiff at their father's words.

"- And how inappropriate of you, too. To be so distracted in the presence of your masters, that's quite rude don't you think?"

But as he continued their bodies begin to relax once again as they realize he wasn't focusing on them- He was focusing on you.

Words have completely disappeared from your vocabulary as you start to think that maybe you won't be able to see another day after their meal is over. You try to mumble some possible responses before getting interrupted by him once again.

"- It's very rude, so very rude in fact that I think we deserve some answers. What were you so distracted about? What were you thinking that could have possibly taken over your small little head?"

Right now, he was sounding a bit condescending, thankfully not as angry as he would have been with the other servants right about now. Every little mistake was used as excuses for punishments- And if you were walking on thin ice before, right now you are one-step closer to breaking this entire lake and getting yourself killed by the freezing temperatures of the water below you.

Thanks to your luck (or maybe lack thereof, depending on how you see this) Daniel came to "your rescue" by coming up with an excuse for you.

"- Maybe they were hungry." He said without any indications of it being a joke or a lie- As the youngest yet craziest of the bunch, he always had that weird "naive yet dangerous" energy coming from him. He was naive enough to make that statement when it's very clear that you actually despise being near them, but he still was a son of Dimitrescu.

You know better than to underestimate any of these people.

The Lord didn't seem completely convinced as he side eyed Daniel who was blissfully eating his meal without acknowledging his dad's glance or his brother's looks of disapproval.

Without a warning you were pulled closer by your wrist and forced into sitting next to the Lord, who made a sign for another servant to bring you your food. This… Doesn't feel right at all, you're waiting for the worst to come yet you don't feel like you can ever prepare yourself enough for what they have in store.

"- M-My Lord- This isn't needed, I'm fine. I'll just continue my duties, if you can excuse me-" You plead, while trying to get up from your chair.

"- Oh but what host would I be if I didn't take better care of my guests? Poor thing, you must be starving if you can barely serve us wine-" And as his tone gets progressively more sarcastic and a bit louder, you can hear his sons snickering from the other side of the table, but you can't see them since you can't take your eyes away from him.

You're worried that if you look away for just one second, that you may not be able to see ever again.

"- It's so sad when one of our guests feels hungry- What's worse is when we are also very, very hungry."

"- Thirsty, even!"

"- Oh, I can feel my throat drying just at the thought of such misery!- Our dinner seems to be ruined."

You hear their whispers, you hear how they are clearly joking about this- How overly dramatic they're being over something so miniscule as you just- Ignoring them.

Let me remind you this is all because you refuse to look them in the eyes, that you refuse to give them any satisfaction for the heinous things they have done! You've seen so many people get hurt inside this castle only for their sick and twisted thirst and entertainment.

"- Indeed, my boys. My appetite is ruined, though dinner is not over yet-" Lord Dimitrescu spoke as he looked at his sons clearly enjoying your inevitable pain, but before he could continue he turns himself to you again, putting a hand on your arm and saying:

"- Wouldn't you agree?" Loud enough so that his sons could hear it, but soft enough to send the tiniest shivers down your spine.

"- …!"

"- No, no- Please, not again!-" He wouldn't dare do this, would he??

But before you could react he had already done it, you barely noticed how fast he had grabbed that knife to slice your wrist- His hand firmly gripping your arm as he made a deep enough cut so that your blood could be easier to access.

It somehow hurts just as badly as the first time his sons have stabbed your ankles and dragged you across the floor- At least you're not bumping into things like before, and even if it's a deep cut it's not as big as it could be if he used his claws to actually do this.

Oh, oh those claws- You almost thought he would use them on you… Those were something else. You can't remember exactly what happened, and why it happened, but you remember seeing him use those on another servant who may have crossed the line at some point.

Well "crossed the line"- More like "casually inconvenienced him". Lord Alcino may act like an incredibly high noble but he acts so childishly and in such an egotistical manner that you are surprised he can even have a castle like this in the first place! You don't remember what the servant has done to be so cruelly dismantled, but you don't doubt that it was for a stupid reason!

You miss that servant actually- Probably the only person who you actually talked with, and the first one to actually taught you how to do your job… You two could have been friends if he didn't intervene.

You briefly remember those moments before getting to experience the most weird sensation of all- Having your bloody cut be licked and sucked on. It hurts and it stings in a way that not only makes you want to cry but to also gag at the thought of you feeding this monster.

You refuse to look at him even in this scenario, you refuse to see him feeding off your blood… Sometimes you wish you were just as poisonous as some species of frogs, poisonous enough to make his mouth burn so he can experience a fraction of the pain he causes to others.

You tried fleeting away, you tried getting up and moving away but his grip on your arm only helped you in getting closer to him- You have your eyes closed as your only option is to cry and muffle your agony.

But as always, he is not satisfied with you just ignoring him. This was supposed to be a lesson, yet you're clearly avoiding your teacher as best as you can- But not today, little flower, you're not getting out of this so easily.

This is the first time he ever got to really taste your blood, as normally you would be behind the other servants while trying to learn how to please him, the only moments where he gets to see you is when it's dinner time, but oh- You're just so cruel!

Escaping inside your own little head while he has to content himself with just your image. Your presence is very much appreciated around this hour, little one-

He has noticed this before, of course, but it was only when he noticed his son's curiosity over the way you behave around them that made him organize this little trap. He didn't have everything planned actually, his plan only involved getting to this moment no matter what- And oh boy, has luck been on his side!

Your blood tastes better than expected of a commoner, your delicate and fearful whines of pain are just as delightful but what really gets him is this tough persona you try to convince everyone you have- You despise him, and it's clear to see why- But he knows his charms will probably work on you one way or the other.

He gripped your face trying to make sure you'll get to him in the eyes as he has a taste of you. Absolutely delicious, especially after you so gracefully "ruined" their dinner.

His sons were just watching as they continued to drink from their crimson glasses. They were just enjoying the show, as everything seems to easily amuse them- Their father was just showcasing how they were so much better than the common folk, and they have no other option but to take notes and to remember what they have to do if they ever feel ignored by the servants in the castle: Show who are the true masters of this place.

None of them were really interested in drinking from you, considering how all three seemed to recognize how their father has taken a liking towards you. No one would dare mess with their father's prey.

If you had enough strength in you, you would start vomiting as soon as this has started, but the more he takes from you the more you feel like you can barely stay conscious.

He wasn't supposed to take so much, at least not so soon- He wanted to just take a sip but he can't deny the fact he would rather drown himself in your blood than to let go.

He sighs, as he notices that you're slowly getting less and less aggressive, getting more and more tired as he drains you from this cut.

You're not unconscious yet, just barely stable enough to understand what's going on.

"- Sigh… Now that was a decent enough meal." He can't praise you for being tasty, can't have you being cocky around him.

"- Here, since I'm done here I'll take you to the servant's living quarters- And because I'm so kind I'll make sure that wound is safely secured and cleaned, so here- Come along now."

And as he stood up he offered you his hand so you could get up yourself, but you don't have enough energy to walk yourself to your room, thankfully you're already ready to go to bed and wish to never wake up again.

And as the nightmare never ends, he decides that if you are going to be difficult then you leave him no choice but to carry you there. How much has he taken from you?? Jesus, he should learn some self-control before doing this again- The absolute brute that he is.

Your vision may be a little screwed over because of the lack of red cells running through your body at the moment- But you have a weird feeling that you two aren't heading towards the servant's living quarters, as you feel like you two are quite literally going in the opposite direction.

Oh but it's fine- Right?

It'll be fine. Surely. After all, he already took what he wanted from you, and he doesn't seem to need more so- You probably won't have to worry about anything right now, dinner time is already over, you can finally relax now….

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

So I'm sick again- Sorry y'all, I just have a horrible immune system and I really don't understand what is wrong with me-

I'm sorry if you didn't like this boo :(

#sheep's stuff #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere vampire x reader #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere lord dimitrescu #yandere lord dimitrescu x reader #gn!reader #yandere fanfic #yandere fanfiction #yandere short fanfiction #special delivery request #special delivery short fanfiction #m!lady dimitrescu #male lady dimitrescu

[mercy-burning]

Trouble

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to cause a little trouble on vacation.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, sex (dom!Spencer, hair pulling, spanking, female masturbation, rough sex, light choking, oral sex- male receiving, crying during sex, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play / if I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 6.6k

Full Requests: 

+ “...this is for dom spencer/post prison spencer!! okay so you guys are all out with the team on like a team vacation type thing! you decide to wear the cutest and smallest black bikini and tease spencer the whole day. and i mean tease him!! after you guys all separate off for the night he punishes you! spanks you and fucks you until you’re a whimpering mess! maybe you even fall into sub space and his aftercare is 10/10 amazing!!” — @slutforthegubes​ 

 + “A one-shot for reader being bratty for being clingy in front of the team, so then he punishes her by spanking, edging ect?” — @smexyreid​ 

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

NOTE: I actually had a fluff planned for today, but I’ve been feeling rather ~spicy~ lately, so I hope this is alright 😉😂

***

Normally you didn't like to get into trouble on vacations. And really, who did? Vacations were meant to be relaxing, a way to kick back, relax, and take a break from the monotony of day-to-day life. Not to mention you and the team were far over-due for one of those breaks.

So naturally, your instincts would tell you to do just that: relax. Right?

Wrong.

You couldn't help it. As of late, your sex life was getting... interesting, to say the least. And now more than ever you were always in the mood for trouble; Whether it meant purposely bending over in the office (right in front of your boyfriend, where everyone else was in the room and he couldn't do anything about it) or touching yourself without permission, also sometimes right in front of him.

Bottom line: right now you were looking for trouble. And you knew exactly where to find it.

Trouble, in this case, took the form of a skimpy black bikini you'd spotted while shopping for the trip. it was barely a bathing suit at all, held together by thin strings that you knew would fall apart with just a mere little tug. And if that wasn't enough to entice you, it had little lace detailing that you knew would drive him insane.

Your body practically burned with desire as it sat in a bag in the backseat of your rental car, Spencer's hand on your thigh burning equally as hot.

"You feel really warm," he noted, giving your leg a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well we can stay behind..."

"No, I'm fine," you answered truthfully with a smile. "I'm just really excited to take some time off. Lord knows we need it."

"Yeah, I know... I just wish we weren't going somewhere so... water-y..."

You laughed, placing your hand on top of his and giving it the same reassuring squeeze he'd given you. "It'll be fun. Trust me, you'll have a great time."

He didn't sound so sure about that, but he didn't know the plan you had cooked up. He was going to have fun on this trip whether he thought so or not.

***

The resort was beautiful. Hell, beautiful was nowhere near the right word for it. It was everything you'd always dreamed about, just like those fancy commercials that showed people in big pools, surrounded by palm trees and workers with white polo shirts who brought you whatever you wanted.

And the hotel rooms you stayed in? They were immaculate. It may have seemed like you were exaggerating, but honestly, you felt like a princess. The bed was just about the most comfortable thing you'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, the view was incredible, sweeping over the resort with a beautiful sunrise every morning, and the complimentary robes and towels were heavenly.

You never wanted to leave.

"Remind me to give Rossi a big hug the next time I see him," you sighed as you rolled over in bed and snuggled into Spencer's side.

He laughed softly into your hair and pulled you closer. "I know it's only been a day, but I could stay here forever. In this bed, with you..."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his words. "Me, too... But if you think you're gonna get out of today by being charming, then you're sorely mistaken."

Yesterday, the day you all arrived, you made a plan with Spencer: that first day would be spent settling in and having dinner with the team, going out for drinks and relaxing. And then the next day (today), you were all going to spend the day outside, enjoying the sun and enjoying each others' company. He wasn't too fond of the idea spending all day outside in the heat, but you were sure that by the end of the night he would have found it very rewarding.

Because today was the day you were initiating your plan. Since you would be in public (and you knew your boyfriend wasn't a fan of being too publicly affectionate), you were going to tease him as much as you could. You knew it would kill him, not being able to touch you in front of everyone, and you also knew it would make him mad. Most likely, he would warn you to drop it, and you would feign innocence, continuing on your merry way and proceed with the plan. And if you knew him as well as you thought, chances are he would tolerate you all day, barely putting up with your antics until you were alone for the night.

And then? Then you were hoping he would punish the hell out of you. Because honestly, nothing got your blood pumping faster than when he called you names... When he spanked you, or choked you, or refused to let you come. Or even when he did the opposite and made you orgasm so many times you cried from the overstimulation.

But you knew that whatever punishment he decided this time, it was going to be absolutely delicious.

Just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together, and Spencer seemed to notice; He brought one of his hands down to rest between them, feeling the dampness that was forming through the fabric of your underwear.

"Someone's excited this morning," he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his middle finger pushed the fabric aside and gently glided through your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, nuzzling into his neck and failing to hide a smile. "Well, since we're gonna be out and about all day, don't you think we should do something about that?"

Spencer laughed again, this time slipping his finger all the way inside you, causing you to gasp out.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea, princess."

***

To say you were anxious would have been an understatement.

Because of the material of your cover-up dress, no one could see what you had on underneath unless you took it off. In reality it was more like a summer dress, landing just above the knee in a pretty black floral pattern. Your hair was up in a clip for easy taking-down, and cheap dollar-store sunglasses sat firmly on the bridge of your nose.

And just the knowledge of what was hiding beneath your seemingly innocent get-up had your stomach twisted in knots. Even as Spencer swung your hand in his as the two of you made your way to the lounge area, you pictured that same hand fisting the sheets as his wrapped around your throat while he fucked you absolutely senseless.

You hadn't even realized you were squeezing his hand so tight until he wiggled his fingers and gently nudged you with his shoulder. "You've been... squirmy and tense lately, are you sure you're alright?"

Your hand loosened its grip on his, and then you brought them up to kiss the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just excited to be in the sun all day, that's all."

There was some degree of truth to your words, but he didn't have to know that.

So, to convince him you really were fine, you practically jumped once you reached the gateway to the pool and lounge area, spotting all your friends as they waved you over. Spencer laughed as you parted from him and started walking a little faster.

"Someone's eager," Rossi mused from his chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand.

As Spencer approached behind you, Luke snickered. "Not eager enough, apparently. They're late. What were you lovebirds up to, eh?"

"Alvez, if you have to ask, you probably couldn't handle the answer," Tara said with a snicker of her own.

Funny thing was, she was absolutely right. And it made your stomach twist into even bigger knots just thinking about what happened just an hour before you left the room.

Thankfully the mood was kind enough to shift, courtesy of JJ removing her sheer cover-up and taking her sunglasses off with them. "Anyone up for a light morning swim before more people show up?"

You weren't sure whether or not it was a good idea... Did you want to start your teasing so early on that by the end of the day it was going to be an even bigger struggle to keep your hands off of Spencer, silently begging him to whisk you away and have his way with you? But what if he held out and decided to cut the day off early? If that was the case, he'd most likely drag out your punishment for hours, and is that something you wanted?

Your mind swam in a current of filthy images and possible scenarios, all of which were too damn good to pass up.

So, you counted yourself in and handed Spencer your bag, to which he gladly took and then planted a kiss on your forehead.

You waited until he was settled down, sitting at the table with Rossi—who also decided to hang back—to start removing your accessories.

The first to go was the sunglasses, easy and still unsuspicious. You were going to remove the hairclip first, but then an idea came to mind, so you easily slid out of the cover-up and let it fall to the ground.

Spencer's jaw dropped open at about the same speed, though he quickly closed it to seemingly remain unbothered. The smallest of smirks played across your lips as you bent down to pick the garment up. And you took your sweet time, purposely struggling to get it between your fingers. At one point, you had it halfway up before you 'accidentally' dropped it again, mumbling a curse under your breath.

But eventually you gave up the charade, successfully grabbing the dress and holding it out to Spencer. "Would you put this in my bag for me, babe?"

"Uh huh," he muttered, his hands practically shaking when he took it from you.

To add sugar to the pot, you took a step towards him and kissed him chastely on the mouth, just before taking the clip from your hair and shaking it out like in the movies. Truthfully you weren't sure if it was as sexy as they always made it seem, but judging by your boyfriend's inability to look at you, you figured it did the trick.

You turned and made your way to the pool then, leaving him behind with a little extra spring in your step.

***

Your swim extended until lunch time at around noon, where everyone gathered at their table. There were about thirty of these tables all around the pool, each attaching a tall umbrella to keep from the sun.

Though Spencer had seemed rattled and more shocked than anything at your outfit reveal before, now he just seemed calm. Oddly calm.

As you opened a beer, you looked over at him. "You okay, baby?"

"Yep. I'm all good."

He clearly wasn't. His hand twitched under the table, and it made your stomach flutter with butterflies as you wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about fucking you out here in front of everyone? Was he imagining and concocting ways to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him later? The thought of all of it excited you to the point of squirminess again.

It was safe to say that Spencer noticed. His hand reached out and brushed your knee about ten minutes into lunch, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He was never this way in public, but now he was full-on gripping your knee under the table and slowly sliding it up and up and up...

"Excuse me? Do you guys have an extra chair we could use by chance?" A voice sounded from the other side of you, and you jumped as Spencer quickly removed his hand from you.

But then you got another idea.

"Oh, here, you can use mine," you told the voice, which belonged to a middle-aged woman in a blue one-piece and a sun hat.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble..."

You stood up and smiled at her, handing over your chair as you insisted. "It's not a problem. Really."

"Thank you," she returned with a smile. "Have a great day."

"You, too!" you called as she walked off with the chair. You turned to Spencer with a smile. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, right?"

He didn't answer, only shifted in the chair, and that gave you all the permission you needed. So you promptly sat down between his legs, and you snuggled as close to him as you could, making sure to wiggle a little more than needed without being too obvious as your friends continued chatting. Spencer's left hand gripped your hip so tightly you thought he was going to leave bruises.

That excited you more than it probably should have.

So to test your luck, you placed your hand over the top of his and drew little patterns into the back of his hand. Your other hand worked at occasionally grabbing fries to eat.

What you didn't expect was for Spencer to ask for one. Really, you didn't think much of it, though those butterflies returned in your lower belly when he ate the fry right out of your hand, bringing his face to rest right above your shoulder. Before he pulled away, he whispered just inconspicuously enough to avoid raising any red flags.

"Watch yourself, princess..."

He hissed out the nickname so harshly it made you shudder, and your thighs clenched under the table as he leaned back again.

Just in time for someone to talk.

"Why, you two are awfully clingy today." It was Penelope, giggling through a bright pink bendy straw.

You decided to play off of that, smiling and leaning back to press yourself fully against him. "This is our first vacation together, I guess I'm just excited," you said sweetly.

Spencer lightly kissed your cheek, but his hand squeezed your bare hip again. A warning not to push it.

"You know, Will and I haven't had a vacation in a while. It's kind of a bummer he had to work, otherwise we could've taken the kids." JJ pouted playfully before taking a fry.

"We'll definitely have to plan for another one of these in the future," Penelope offered happily.

You wiggled your hips just the tiniest bit as your head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder. "I agree."

His fingers were gripping your hip with brutal force now, and to cover a yelp, you faked a cough. He eased his grip, settling on splaying his entire hand flat across it instead. Its warmth mixed with the knowledge of how big it was made you all warm inside. And, God, if you didn't want to fake being sick so you could drag him up to the hotel room right then...

But you held on, ready for phase two of your plan.

While swimming before, You decided with Luke, Penelope, Tara, Matt, and Emily that a game of water-volleyball was in your future. JJ offered to call points while the rest of you, in teams, played against each other. Despite their efforts to get Rossi and Spencer to join, they both declined, but in a way you were thankful.

Being in action might just be the thing you needed to finally push him over the edge.

So soon after lunch, you all moved over to the open water-volleyball pool. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi all sat at the edge on lounge chairs to watch while you divided into two teams, Penelope, Luke, and Emily on one side, you, Tara, and Matt on the other.

Truth be told, during the game you almost completely forgot about the other little game that you were playing with Spencer—the one only you two knew about. You were quite content and happy having fun with your friends for so long that it was a distant memory.

But at one point, Matt lifted you out of the water to hit the ball, his hands firmly gripping your waist to help you do it. And you didn't think anything of it until you realized your second, and probably your most fatal, mistake.

You'd successfully spiked the ball and scored the winning point, to which your team loudly cheered. And when Matt brought you back down into the water, you flung your arms around his neck in a hug. He lifted you out of the water again as he hugged you, and over his shoulder, you spotted Spencer.

He was furious.

No one would have been able to tell, of course, but you knew. You'd seen that look before, when you were teasing him badly enough that it warranted a pretty severe punishment.

You may have won the volleyball game, but in the process you inadvertently won another game, one that excited you far more and presented you with the grand prize of one very long night.

***

Spencer was quiet with you the rest of the day. After the game, you all decided to just lay out in the sun for a few hours. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance at your boyfriend to find him in that oddly calm state again, the one that borderline scared and excited you at the same time, and for a moment you wondered if maybe you'd gone too far, even if you hadn't intentionally meant to make him jealous.

But if something was truly wrong, he would have told you. You both knew the lines between playful and serious, and this odd calm that Spencer was exuding was most definitely playful.

He only further proved that to be true when you got up to the bar to get a margarita, and you felt a presence behind you.

His hands splayed over your hips and slid forward to your stomach, pulling you back to him. The hardness you felt pressing into the thin material of your bikini made you tremble.

"I want you to finish your drink, and then I want you to meet me in our room. Take your time, princess. I'll be waiting."

Before you could even answer, he was gone, his hand lingering on your body for a moment before he let himself fully walk away. And as you slowly sipped on your drink, chatting a bit with Penelope when she came over, your skin still burned hot from his touch.

***

You took a deep breath before stepping ino the room. Your hands were shaking with excitement and your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He was perched on the bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his hips while he read a book. His hair was wet, towel dried and hanging in soft curls in front of his eyes.

Spencer always took your breath away, but this?

You were in deep shit.

He didn't even look up from his book. He continued flipping the page and gently nodded towards the bathroom door. "Go get a shower ready. I'll be in in a minute."

Your first instinct was to obey. But then again, trouble was what you wanted in the first place, so trouble was what you were going to deliver.

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in chlorine from the pool, and you have to shower." He still didn't look up at you. And that just wouldn't do.

"I'm sure you're right, babe, but I just don't feel like it. And you can't make me."

His eyes flitted up to meet you, just for a brief second before he sighed and shut the book. "Y/N..."

"Spencer..."

"You've been a tease all day, do you really want to make it harder for yourself?" This time he was looking up at you fully, meeting you with a bored expression that was just so fucking hot. You couldn't resist.

"I don't know," you teased, crossing your arms. "Do I?"

"Trust me, princess, you don't..."

You giggled at the nickname and started walking towards him, kicking off your flip flops and uncrossing your arms in the process. "Hmm... I think I do."

"Take another step, see what happens," he offered plainly.

Just for the hell of it, you stopped and then took one giant step forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. You smiled down at him and felt your insides heat up as he brought his hand out, roughly pulling at the thin fabric of your bikini. He pulled you right on top of him, just for you to be rolled over and pinned on your stomach.

His hands pinned your hands behind your back as he pushed his body into yours, making you whimper out excitedly.

"So be it. Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?" The sternness in his voice sent another chill through you as you nodded. But then one of his hands came up and tugged on your hair, pulling your neck back. "Answer me."

"I understand," you said, though not without making it sound like you were bored.

That only seemed to make him more mad, which of course was a win for you. He tugged your hair harder, causing you to yelp out with a masochistic laugh.

"Something funny?" he inquired evenly.

"You're cute when you're mad," you offered with a shit-eating grin, wiggling your ass against him.

This time, instead of pulling your head back, he shoved it down into the mattress, his hand shifting to hook his middle finger around your cheek and into your mouth. "You're cute when you shut up and obey me... But I have a feeling you're not going to be very good for me tonight, are you princess?"

You only hummed around his finger in response, clenching your pussy around nothing as your body suddenly went wild with a wave of pleasure at his words.

"That's what I thought... Let's see how well you take your spankings, maybe then I'll go easy on you later."

He wasted no time then, yanking your swim bottoms down and running his hand over the curve of your ass.

"Let's see... One—" SMACK. "—for making a show of wearing this slutty little bikini."

To keep it interesting, you wiggled your ass for more, and he returned the favor by spanking you even harder than the last time. "Two, for giving away your chair just to sit in my lap." Very quickly after, he administered another one, following with, "Three, for teasing me at lunch in front of our friends."

"But I d—"

SMACK. "Four, for interrupting me," he said quietly. And with the way his hand was rubbing over your stinging skin, he was no doubt admiring his work so far. He even hummed, lifting his hand occasionally, leading you to think he was going to spank you again— Only for him to settle on rubbing over your ass again.

He was drawing this out. Taking his time. Seeing how antsy you would get.

Needless to say, it was working.

Your hands, which were still pinned behind your back by Spencer's other hand, started to flex, and you whimpered out in want.

"What's the matter, princess?" he cooed.

"I... I want you," is all you could think to say. Because you really did.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Especially brats. So tell me, do you think I'm going to give you what you want?"

You were supposed to answer him, but in the name of trouble, you remained silent.

He waited for an answer that never came. And when he was tired of waiting, realizing what you were doing, Spencer spanked you again. "Five, for not answering me."

Before you could do or say anything, he landed another slap to your ass. "And six, for having Matt's hands all over you."

You couldn't help it. You laughed. "Oh, that got to you, huh? His hands were nice and big. Reminded me of y—ah!"

He spanked you again, hard. Tears stung behind your eyes and you smiled through them.

"Seven," he growled. "For being a fucking brat."

You took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "Aw, are you jealous? You really think I would—fuck!"

Another spank. "Eight. Don't you dare get it to ten." It was obvious that he was challenging you. Either that, or you were just looking for trouble so badly that you were willing to hear his words as a challenge. But regardless, you challenged him back with one simple, breathy word.

"Nine."

SMACK. "Nine. You must really be looking for trouble, huh?"

You laughed, wiggling your ass one more time. "You don't even know the half of it."

Spencer spanked you one last time, harder than all the rest of them, and you actually yelped out, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Ten. Now get in the shower, or I'll make it double."

You thought about it, but a shower actually sounded really good, and it would give you a chance to breathe before he utterly wrecked you in a little while.

"Okay," you offered, slumping against the bed loosely to show him your surrender. He gently let go of you then, rubbing over your ass a few times before pulling away from you and helping you stand.

"You want me to put something on that now or later?" he asked gently, brushing the hair from your face.

"Later," you returned with a wink and a smile.

He huffed a laugh before gently smacking your ass one more time and sending you off in the shower.

***

As excited as you were for the rest of the evening, you were tempted to take as long in the shower as you wanted, just to see what Spencer would do. But you decided to just take a shower normally, rinsing out your hair just as you always did. You quickly washed up your body, wincing a bit at the sting of your ass under the soap and warm water.

And then you started thinking about how exhilarated you felt as he punished you. Each sharp, warm smack of his hand on your skin made you feel utterly electric and wet. It was a wonder you weren't actually dripping down your leg and onto the bed at how badly you wanted him.

The thought sent your hand down to said wetness. You really shouldn't have been touching yourself, but you were practically burning for him, melting at the amount of teasing you'd done today and the anticipation that came with every move. Your hand was relentless, looking for its own trouble as you moaned out as quietly as you could. The water was still cascading down your back as you rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit, hoping to get fast relief.

And then a knock came at the door.

"I want you out here in five minutes!"

Sure enough, Spencer's voice was enough to finally push you off the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. But as soon as it subsided, you turned the water off and got out to dry yourself off.

Hopefully he wouldn't ever find out what you've done. But the devious side of you really wanted to know what he'd do if he did.

With that thought flooding your brain, you quickly finished drying off and walked out into the bedroom to find Spencer waiting on the bed again. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and it gave you an idea.

You winked and dropped your own towel, revealing yourself fully to him.

"Did I ask you to drop the towel?" he chastised.

"Nope," you replied, placing your hands on your hips.

"Then why did you do it?"

You decided to take the mocking route, drawling out an overexaggerated, "Because I'm a dirty little whore, and I need you to put your big cock inside me."

"Are you done?"

He looked bored again, and it made you want him even more. So you said, "No. Once your cock is in me, I wa—"

"Were you touching yourself in the shower?"

Holy fuck.

"No."

Spencer stood up and glided over to you until he was towering over you, clearly unbelieving of your blatant lie. "No?"

"No," you repeated, the tiniest of smirks forming on your lips.

Without warning, his hand was between your legs, and a gasp left you as he found your clit, rubbing it almost exactly the same way you'd been earlier. You couldn't help the strangled moan that left your mouth, and he smirked knowingly.

"Yep. Those are definitely the sounds I heard."

And then he removed his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping he'd return, if only to punish you for what you did by overstimulating you.

He seemed to have another idea, though.

"You're sorry?"

"Mhm," you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm so sorry."

When you had hold of his hand, he took control, gripping your wrist and pushing it away, and then he grabbed your shoulder. "Then why don't you get on your knees—" he pushed on your shoulder and you obliged happily, "—and show me how sorry you are..."

Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his towel to drop. But he didn't move, and it was clear that he was waiting on you to do it.

So you yanked the towel down and marveled at how hard and ready he was. Your head seemed to move of its own accord, like it was magnetically drawn to his dick, and you weren't complaining. And then your tongue flattened and licked a broad stripe underneath him, before you quickly made work of taking him completely into your mouth.

It didn't take long to start a nice rhythm bobbing up and down, occasionally looking up to see him. Again, he looked bored, and though that would have spurred you on before, now you were desperate to please. So you worked your mouth faster, slacking your jaw and taking him in deeper, using your hands to keep yourself steady by gripping the back of his thighs. You moaned and gagged around him, yet kept your pace up regardless.

"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased, fisting your hair and holding you down on his cock. "Apologize like you mean it."

He released your hair then, and you pulled back to take a breath of air before spitting obscenely on his dick and quickly stroking him with your hand. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so so sorry," you whined, right before taking his balls in your mouth. You kept at that for a few moments before going to take him in your mouth again.

This time you were meaningful in every single movement, taking him in slow and deep. Each time he hit the back of your throat you held yourself there and choked around him as long as you could, tears falling from your eyes. And then you'd pull away slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip before repeating.

Eventually though, he pulled you away completely and studied you as you sat there, knelt on the floor in front of him with red eyes, and tears and spit completely coating your face. Your lips were glistening and puffy as you panted, whispering soft apologies.

"What a good girl," Spencer mused, brushing hair from your eyes and wiping tears from your cheeks. "I accept your apology. Come here."

His gentle voice all but pulled you to him as you stood on shaky knees. He hadn't even really done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess. That fact made you smile.

You wiped most of the mess from your face and nodded. "So, what's my reward?"

Spencer huffed a laugh. "For being a brat? Nothing."

"Aw, but I thought I earned your forgiveness..." You pouted playfully, and he pulled you closer by the waist.

"Yeah, well you're being cocky, so I take it back."

Before you could say anything, he kissed you, bringing both of his hands up to cradle the sides of your head. You all but melted into him and let him lead you to the bed, where you were turned around and bent over again.

He used his leg to spread yours apart, right before bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. As he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently tugged your head back, his other hand fell between your legs and gently parted you.

"You ready, princess?"

"Uh huh," you whined back, right as he pushed forward and glided his cock through your pussy. He waited, making you anticipate that sweet moment when he'd finally enter you, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You wiggled against him, and he yanked your hair.

"Ah-ah, be patient... Be patient..."

He continued just sliding himself through your opening until you weren't expecting it. And then he slammed into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.

"Sh, shh," Spencer expressed, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to cover your mouth. "Everyone's going to hear you, princess, you need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm," you mumbled against his hand, letting out a strangled sigh when he placed it on your shoulder instead. He kept up a nice, hard pace pounding into you, each slap of his hips against your burning ass just the right amount of pain to be pleasant. And you were thankful for the bed underneath you, because if you didn't have it, you'd surely have buckled under the weight of your knees already.

Feeling how limp you were in his grasp, Spencer used both his hands to wrap around the front of your throat, keeping you upright as your hands pressed into the mattress.

"Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to come so soon?"

You were so caught up in how hard and deep he was fucking you that you were pretty sure it wouldn't matter what you told him— you were going to orgasm regardless, because there was no way you could even fathom trying to hold it in. Whether or not Spencer would show you any mercy at that point was a mystery.

You were just going to have to find out.

"I—I... Ohhhh..."

You heard him laugh lowly, and it made you clench around him. "Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, and I've already fucked you so dumb you can't even speak? Huh?"

You whined in response, letting your head fall to the side as you tried to look at him. And you barely caught a glimpse of his hair as he continued speaking. "Aw... My poor little princess... That's what you get, isn't it? When you act like a dirty little whore..."

He was recalling what you'd teased earlier, and it brought you closer to the edge more than you liked to admit.

"Uh... huh," you whined out, dangerously close to coming undone.

"Alright then, princess. Come for me, show me what you got."

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for that to happen. You let out a string of whimpers and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hands slightly tightening around your throat as well. Every sensation was blinding and intense, just like you knew it'd be, even if it was only your second orgasm of the night.

And you had a decent suspicion that it wasn't going to be your last.

Even after you were done, Spencer kept at it, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress until your legs were surely numb. Your knees were still sore from being on the floor before, and likewise, your ass was still burning. Not to mention the overstimulation you were experiencing as one of his hands moved down to rub at your clit.

Eventually though, he stopped, and you weren't sure why. But then he flipped you around, laying you on the edge of the bed and leaning over you, his hands brushing more of the tears from your cheeks.

"I wanna see your pretty little eyes when I come, okay? You think you can keep 'em open for me, princess?"

"Mhm," you whined out as he pushed into you again.

He settled on a slow pace that built and built until he was fucking you fast and hard and incredibly deep. His entire body leaned into yours as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, brutal in their goal to completion. You kept whining out, feeling another orgasm coming quickly as you let yourself succumb to him.

"That's it, princess, you're taking it so well. We're almost done..." He whispered comforts into your temple, moments before you reached your peak once more. You shook violently underneath him, which was all he needed to finish himself.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, filled with tears at the overstimulation, as he snapped his hips forward once, twice, and then three times before letting go. He held himself inside of you, moaning out while looking into your eyes. The feel of his cock throbbing and spilling over inside of you was just about the most comforting thing in the world right then, accompanied by soft brushes of his fingers through your hair and even softer declarations of love.

Long after he stayed inside of you, catching his breath, Spencer pulled out and examined you, the way your body glistened perfectly with the right amount of sweat. Your chest heaved, each dip and curve and peak of your breasts slowly rising and falling as you trembled. He slid down your body, until finally his eyes caught sight of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum. It absolutely wrecked him in the best way possible, so much so that he couldn't help himself.

He brought his hand to your opening, gently scooping up his cum and gathering it onto the pads of his fingers. You moaned out as he did it, and he knew then exactly what he wanted.

"Open up, princess," he pried softly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You gladly did what you were told and sighed out as he glided them over your tongue, practically spoon-feeding you his cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, feeling every vibration on your tongue from the sounds you made. And then he did it again, bringing his fingers back to your pussy to gather more of his mess.

He did this until it was pretty much all gone, and truthfully, you would have let it go on forever. The intimacy of it all, the soft and sensual way in which he explored and watched you, and the love you felt for each other all wrapped up in a shiny, red bow was the perfect end to a perfect day.

You would have fallen asleep, but Spencer was gently nudging your arm. "Hey, you," he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think it's time to run us a bath, don't you think?"

"Sure," you agreed quietly with a smile. "And then we can sleep, right?"

"I think the team might get mad at us for ditching dinner, but I'm willing to risk that."

With a laugh, you reached over and kissed him. "Good. I love you, Spencer."

"I love you, too, princess."

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