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#so its weird to me that so much content shys away from it like i get why its unpleasant but also like. its a really big part of jons life bc
oharabunny · 5 months
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ Say That You Love Me
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Warning: soft yandere and caretaker!Miguel; some controlling behavior; shy, fem!afab!, lonely and socially awkward, inexperienced reader; relationship is not established yet; dark content if you squint; also implied chubby reader; fluff (ish); smut; not beta read
⋆✮↪ based on my nonlinear yandere Miguel series ₊˚⊹♡
You always gave people the benefit of the doubt, or rather, no matter how wrong people treated you, you gave them a pass, as long as they were dubious and vague enough with you so that you never questioned their sincerity. You were lonely to say the least and grew up alone, so you accepted whatever came your way, and worked hard to keep your ‘friends’ around since you were socially awkward. 
Of course, over time you learned to filter out the good and the bad, but the elephant in the room never went away.
Living with Miguel had its perks. You could do whatever you want, as long as you never try to escape. You once had a reason to leave, but you had no place and no family to go back to. Your universe was also gone for good (or so Miguel says). 
For the most part, you generally listen to him and do as he says. It’s for your own good he’d always say.  
You were beginning to wonder if he had romantic feelings for you. Aside from his weird obsession of taking care of you, he didn’t make any moves on you, up until recently. Perhaps you always had an innate attraction towards him, like, he was built like a Greek god, for multiverse’s sake. His face card was serving. He could get any girl he wanted, so you had always assumed he had no sexual attraction towards you. Just that, he had this self-proclaimed obligation to be your caretaker.
One day he suggested to sleep together since sleeping on the couch was becoming too uncomfortable for him. It was a one bedroom apartment, so it wasn’t like there was a spare bedroom for him to sleep separately in. (Something you appreciated despite trying to argue with him to take his room back, but he vehemently refused for your sake.) 
You didn’t think much of it, at first, since you had experience with sleeping with the opposite gender nonsexually. You were right to think nothing much of it for the first few minutes since he was turned away from you. That is…until he fell asleep. (You tend to take a lot longer to fall asleep than him, so you were able to observe his unconscious form.)
And his first instinct was to cage you in his thick, beefy arms. 
Miguel drew you into his chest as if he was snuggling a childhood ragdoll. He rubbed your smaller fingers in between his own, inhaled the scent of your shampoo in your hair, all the while his long and much larger legs than yours locked you into his body. He was completely smothering you. 
Your own body was heating up like a kettle on a stove. He was only in his boxers, and you can feel his cock outline through his boxers on your butt. Was he getting hard too? 
You didn’t dare move because you wanted to stay like this for as long as he could. If he didn’t have any attraction towards you, this was as close as you were going to get.
Now every night going forth, he cuddled you in his sleep. He got bolder eventually and simply cuddled with you as soon as he got to bed. 
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You were surprised one night when he asked to kiss you. Up until this point, he had only cuddled with you, but never dared to be even more intimate. He’d usually at most rub and squeeze your tummy while he was asleep which made you self conscious. You never bat his hand away though.
So when he asked you for a kiss, your brain was like a train that braked too quickly and flew off the rails. You hadn’t realized you didn’t react nor answer him until he said, “Nevermind.”
You immediately reached for him to say, “N-No wait! I do, I…do want you to kiss me.” As you finished your sentence, your eye contact left him, in embarrassment. You basically admitted that you were attracted to him by reciprocating, and you didn’t know how to deal with that. Would he laugh at you? Would he play those kinds of games with you?
He could see you overthinking and feeling conflicted. He took your chin and tilted your gaze back up to him. “Then, look at me.”
And you do.
Everything came to a stop when his lips met yours. All your thoughts and worries melted away. His lips were just so perfect. You couldn’t remember the last time you were kissed, especially in this way. He pressed your body into his as he cupped your neck so you couldn’t escape out of his hold. He gently prodded your lips to enter with his tongue, and you had instinctively let him in. His tongue battled with yours and you willfully lost against him. He explored your mouth as if he was burning every inch and corner of your mouth into his mind. A level of desperation that you could feel from his touch growing more and more intensely. 
He rolled over on top of you and broke the kiss. You would’ve whined but he quickly satiated by peppering kisses all over your face before finally landing a final one on your nose. From there, he just admired your face while he stroked your hair. You couldn’t maintain eye contact from his face being so up close to yours, and tried to hide your face as your self consciousness crept back in. You hated how your face looked when you laid down. 
“Hey hey hey, don’t look away.” Miguel lightly tapped your face. You could barely look back at him as he shifted his weight because you could feel his hard cock on rubbing on your thighs. His handsome face in such close proximity to yours made your mind do flips. “And don’t forget to breathe.” 
How could you breathe when the hottest person you’ve ever seen in your life is all over you?
You were taking shallow breaths which isn’t what Miguel wanted so he squeezed your tummy and tickled your sides. “Waitwaitwaitstop!!” You couldn’t help but laugh and push him off.
Your laugh was like a song to his ear. Miguel kept tickling you as he buried his face into your neck and nipped on your skin. He kissed and drew up your jawline as he stopped his tickling so he could capture your lips once more. 
“Breathe.” He said in between kisses. He squeezes your sides when you still didn’t listen. 
Your breath staggered from the laughter and steaminess of the kisses. He smirked at your inexperience and sensitivity. You were just so cute to him when you were overwhelmed and overstimulated.
Miguel licked your lips and planted a final kiss before tightly holding you like a ragdoll again. He laid on his back this time and you were on top of him. The weight of his arms kept you in your place, especially when his hand was placed on top of your head while you lay on his chest. You could hear the sound of his heartbeat.
Now, every night whenever he came home, he kissed you fervently as he cuddled with you to sleep.
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“YOU WANT ME TO WHAT-?!”
You had been extremely lonely the past couple weeks since Miguel had gone to another dimension to catch a difficult anomaly. As established, you were not allowed to go outside. You did think to ask him if you could invite some of your Spider friends you befriended during the short period you stayed at HQ, but he refused, and seemed angry at the notion of you hanging out with them. 
Instead you begged and begged him to at least let you access Discord or some kind of social media to talk to someone, other than Lyla (no offense to her), especially for your special interests. 
At first Miguel was hesitant, but eventually went on board with it when considering your mental wellbeing. You had never done anything to betray his trust.
“I don’t want you spending any more time talking to them anymore. I shouldn’t have to compete for your attention.” Miguel stated flatly as he possessively held you in his arms in bed. He took your phone from your hand and placed it on the nightstand away from you. 
“But that shouldn’t be the only reason why you want to impregnate me…” You backed up against him to get away from his hand that was stroking your tummy. A habit he kept up since sleeping in the same bed with you for the first time. If anything, your tummy was treated like a stress ball. (Sometimes he’ll also grab at your love handles, your ass, your thighs, and anywhere that’s fleshy.)
“It’s not.” Miguel’s hand lowered his hand and flicked the elastic of your shorts. 
Your heart skipped a beat at his implication. You two hadn’t actually had sex yet despite all the sexual tension. Perhaps he wanted to wait till you were ready, or maybe he saw it as a means to procreate. 
He slid his hand under your shorts and panties to your freshly shaven pussy (he shaved it for you 😥) and rubbed circles on your clit. You immediately locked your legs together and grabbed onto his arm to hold on. Your puffy pussy hid your clit, but his middle finger pushed through and found her. Your breath hitched. He didn’t stop when you gripped harder, if anything he rubbed faster and faster. You kept wriggling and squirming back, but his chest was a wall and you had nowhere to escape. Your ass pressed up against his clothed cock that sat neatly between your cheeks. 
You screamed. He was directly on your clit applying hard pressure. Not even you would touch it bare. You squirted all over his hand quickly and he slowed his pace, but didn’t stop, to help you ride out your orgasm. You huffed and puffed. His hand rubbed a stripe over your entire pussy to draw out the slick so that he could lick and drink it off of his fingers. You looked back at him as he was savoring your taste, and you couldn’t help quivering at the sight of that.
Wordlessly, he shifted himself so he was on top of you and you reached out to halt him in place. “Wait, can we please talk about this?”
He raised a brow as if you just confused him. “What is there to talk about?” 
You sat up with your knees to your chest, nervous for what you were about to ask, “Why do you actually want a baby? Why me? And it’s going to be a huge responsibility, and I’m not sure I’m ready for it. I…I also want to figure out my own life too.”
He moved closed and placed his warm hands on your knees. “It has to be you. We are meant to be together. You have such a kind and gentle soul; you’d make a great mother.” He paused, “And you don’t have to worry about a thing, your husband will take care of you for the rest of your life.”
“Wha-?” You were cut off when he crashed his lips to silence you. He pulled you down from where you sat and swiftly pulled your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. He gives your clit a good rub before he leaned back to take his boxers off. 
You stared at his rock hard cock, finally in full view. His size was never something you ever had before. Hell, you couldn’t even fit a regular sized dildo up inside. “I can’t fit that…”
“We can make it work. Don’t worry, just leave it all to me.” Miguel cooed and stroked his length against your slick brushing your clit along with the way. Your hole tightened from the sensation. “Remember to relax and breathe, bebita.”
Slowly, he pushed inside your fluttering hole. You hissed at the stretch. The pain was quickly replaced with pleasure when his thumb rubbed over your clit. When he saw your face relaxing, he pushed deeper until he bottomed out. You placed your hand over your pelvic region and felt his bulge. 
“Mmm, you like that?” He groaned as he began to pull out slowly. You instantly moaned and nodded to that. Something about him pulling out his big hard cock dragging your walls out was tipping you over the edge.
“Keep doing that!” Everything from his pelvis meeting yours, filling you up, and his balls slapping your ass sent sparks into your abdomen and tighten your abs. His languid motion of his hips drew you insane. You didn’t know your eyes were closed until you opened them up and saw his eyes glowing red and predatory. His fangs hung out, his hair a mess, and he too was losing control.
Miguel gripped hard at the bed sheets and ripped them under his nails. He couldn’t take it anymore. He sat back up to his knees, lifted up your hips up to his, and rabbitted hard and fast into you. “God- Your pussy is perfect-!” He groaned and grunted in every push. His head flew back and bucked faster.
“Mig-Miguel- fuck-!” Right there, right there, right there. All of your buttons were hit and signals fired off in every direction. He didn’t dare stop and change course now. Your hands were searching for something to grab on for dear life. He clasped your left hand and held it over your head.
“Say that you love me. Say that you will marry me.” He began to slow by only a little bit. Your eyes flew back to him in desperation for him to speed up again. You didn’t even hear him say anything to you. “D-Don’t slow down!”
He repeated, “Say that you love me. Say that you will marry me.” 
“Yes!” You practically shrieked.
“Yes, what?” He slowed down even more.
“I love you! I will marry you! Please-!” You begged and grinded your hips against his in tandem.
Satisfied with your answer, Miguel jolted himself hard into you, and went back into rabbiting. You crumbled. Your legs trembled and your body shuddered in tremors. Every muscle in your body contracted; your pussy tightened around his cock as a result. 
He fucked you through your orgasm similarly to when he did so with his fingers earlier. Except, he was chasing his own high now. As your pussy tightened, his breath hitched and crumbled his resolve. He came immediately, and ensured to do so completely sheathed inside. He came at the entrance of your cervix and did not pull out until all of his cum was spilled. He gave you a couple pushes inside to ensure all of his cum was deep inside and not spill out. 
Miguel leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer to pull out something. Some kind of clothed sticker of sorts. He took off the sticker from the paper and sealed up your pussy with it. You were too fucked out to care what and why he was doing that. You were too focused on his warm cum sloshing inside.
Your eyes fluttered closed and began to drift off to sleep as he cradled you into his arms once more, as he habitually always had. He took your left hand and slid a sparkly ring (a ring you’ve been secretly, not so secretly, been eyeing for the past few months) on your ring finger. He planted a kiss there to seal your fate.
You were finally his, and you were finally never alone. 
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alastorslittledoe · 17 days
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Alastor and Lucifer Taking Your Virginity
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Pairing: Alastor & Lucifer (x reader)
Tags: Smut, fluff, kissing, flirting, daddy kink, shy reader, dom!luci, dom!al
This was inspired by @hazelfoureyes
Pls pls pls go read their Alastor ‘The Big Part’ fic, it’s SO fucking good.
Pls request if you want me to make a full version of any of these or do HC for any of the others! 💕
Alastor had been watching you for a while, how you brushed off all the other attention from the male guests and overlords. You’d even managed to grasp the attention of Vox, which irked him. He’d been targeting the TV broadcaster more than usual, making fun of him on his radio show and almost twitching whenever his name left your lips. So, you can imagine his delight when you turned up at his radio tower, doe eyes laced with innocence.
“Al, I have kind of a…weird request”
He’d laugh, tilting his head with curiosity “How can I be of assistance, my dear?”
“Well, you know I got killed quite, uh, before my time, let’s say, and I thought…could you maybe, help me out with the uhm…sex part?” You shuffled in place, fiddling with your hands nervously, mumbling the last part quietly.
“What was that?” he grinned, he needed to make sure he heard you correctly.
“Sex” you blurt, a scarlet blush making its way over your cheeks “If you don’t mind, um…I want to learn because I’ve never…”
A shiver of pleasure would run through him. You, standing in front of him, practically begging for him to take the one thing no one else could ever have. It was almost too much for him to bare.
“Just so we’re clear, you want me to take your virginity, yes?”
He’d take further pleasure in watching you squirm for a moment before nodding.
“Yes, please”
His eyes would light up, and he’d immediately take your hand, transporting you to an ethereal looking plane, doused in black with a single bed in the middle of it all.
“Does this suit your needs?” He’d ask. As eager as he was, he knew it was important to ensure your upmost comfort.
When it came down to it, he was a lot more skilled than you’d expected. Though he’d like to ravage you and pin you down with his shadows, getting off on the control, he knew this would be painful. So he’d contain it. For now.
He’d place soft kisses along your skin, undressing you slowly before pushing you gently onto the bed. It was intimidating, watching the shadows whip around behind him, having him tower over you. But there was no denying the wetness between your legs.
He’d take you slowly, inch by inch.
When you were sure he was going to split you open, you’d place a hand on his chest to push him away, he would hook a leg under yours, swiftly disabling your movement no matter how hard you pushed.
“Ah ah, little doe, it’ll feel better soon, I promise”
You’d bite your lip, eyes watering looking up at him tearfully. He’d almost come undone at that look alone. But you’d nod for him to keep going.
He’d get off on your whimpers as he pushed in deeper, loving the fact that he was causing you such pain and pleasure.
When you finally took all of him, it would take everything in him to not let the animalistic part of him out and ruin you. But he’d manage to hold it in. There was always time for that later.
Now you were his.
He’d be gentle after the fact, simply content that he’d spilled his seed in you, a sign of ownership without any deal. Now he’d truly gotten something Vox would never lay his hands on. He’d kill him if he tried.
Lucifer would blink at you, mouth agape as you stood before him.
“You want me to…take your virginity?”
You’d blush, biting your lip “If you wouldn’t mind, Luci”
“Of course Y/N” he’d chuckle “but you’re sure this is what you want?”
You’d nod, breath catching in your throat “Yes, please”
He’d be unable to stop the grin spreading across his face “As the lady wishes”
Suddenly you’d be in his arms bridal style and he’d smirk down at you “Just showing you what it’ll be like tomorrow when you can’t walk”
You’d stare at him, speechless as he walked you to your room and gently laid you down on the bed.
He’d start slowly, foreplay is incredibly important to him. He knew there was no way you’d be able to take him without some coaxing from his fingers to stretch you out first.
Lucifer would completely focus on your pleasure, eating you out for a long time and slowly adding more fingers in you until he’s satisfied you could take him.
He’d make sure pillows were underneath you, ensuring there would be pleasure for you, though he knew it’d be incredibly painful first.
He would pause every so often to ensure your consent was still there.
When he first pushed his head into you, a yelp would escape your lips and he’d freeze, waiting for your heated breaths to calm.
“My love, we can stop-“
“No no” You’d look at him lovingly, wincing “you’re just” you glance down at him, barely inside you “really big”
He’d laugh breathlessly, taking the compliment before pushing the rest of his head in, biting his lip hard. How was he supposed to not blow his load two seconds in when you looked so innocent, trying so hard to take him.
He’d let his kink slip out pretty quickly.
“Cmon, princess” he’d growl gently “you can take the rest of daddy’s cock, can’t you?”
That would ignite something in you that you had no idea existed. And almost immediately, you’d feel a yearning to please him, to take all of him just for the praise.
When you did manage to take all of him, he’d kiss your neck lovingly, nipping at the skin.
“What a good girl, doesn’t it feel good? Having all of me fill you”
It did. It felt incredible. Your pussy still throbbed around him, protesting at the intrusion. But there was also waves of pleasure coursing through you, both from knowing he was inside you and the physical pleasure of feeling so full.
When he had shown you exactly how to cum with him inside you, paying expert attention to your clit and breasts, he’d shower you in kisses and affection, telling you just how good you’d taken him.
True to his word, you couldn’t walk the next day and he carried you around the entire time, despite your embarrassment.
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moonlightspencie · 9 months
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Devils Roll the Dice…
Description: A new recruit to the BAU catches Reid’s eye. Unfortunately for the both of them, she has a past with someone very close to him. Are they willing to keep secrets just to keep one another? (TWO-PART MINISERIES)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual references/content (i’ll accept 16+ because its definitely not more than pg-13 material but writing anything sexy makes me feel weird if i know teenagers are reading it)
Word Count: 4k
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I took a deep breath, looking in the mirror. I knew we were meeting the new recruit today, and just the thought of it exhausted me. Not that I didn’t like meeting new people. I just hated the break in routine.
We had a concrete team. Kate had already joined. We didn’t need anyone else coming in and messing up a very new rhythm we’d found with each other.
I finished tying my tie, pressing it down, and preemptively steeling myself against the new person. Probably some guy who didn’t know the difference between a tyrannical and enforcing sadist. Half of the students I’d met in recent guest lectures only wanted to go into the field because they’d listened too many crime podcasts anyways.
I walked into the bullpen, taking my seat as usual, ready to turn that cold shoulder at the first misstep of whoever this mystery recruit was. Unfortunately, I felt anything but cold when Hotch called our attention to the figure standing in his office doorway. He stood partially in front of her before he allowed her to stand right next to him as he introduced us. My eyes locked onto her at an embarrassing rate, and I felt far more embarrassed when she caught me and flashed a smirk.
She was anything but shy as a newbie, and for some reason that thrilled me. She wasn’t afraid to get into conversation with the team immediately as she unpacked her things at her new desk. She wasn’t afraid to tell Garcia everything she wanted to know. Much to my surprise, she wasn’t afraid to send me the cutest smiles every time she caught my eyes on her.
“Hey,” she said, walking up to me as I stood in the kitchenette.
Truthfully, I needed the time alone because of her. I couldn’t stop looking at her, and it was becoming a problem considering I was supposed to be doing work. She was just so… Different. She was sweet and funny and so attractive it made my mouth dry up.
“Hi,” I said after a moment. “Coffee?”
She nodded, holding out her mug. I filled it up from the pot in my hands after I topped off my own. She blew on it, looking up at me with big eyes. I watched her, not realizing how long it had been until she broke eye contact, a smile settling onto her face.
“You’re gonna keep watching me blow on my coffee?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but fell quiet when she smiled again. She moved the mug from her face.
“Got any advice for me with the BAU?”
I swallowed. “Uh, you came from Intelligence, right?”
She nodded, brows raised. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“I was listening earlier. You said it to JJ.”
“Alright, so I know one fact about you other than the eidetic memory,” she said with a chuckle.
I smiled softly. “Right. Sorry, I haven’t been very talkative today.”
“That’s okay,” she said, giving me a reassuring smile. “I’ve tried really hard to get into this unit, so I don’t plan on leaving any time soon. We’ll have time to get to know one another.”
I nodded quickly. “Uh, so, advice. Um, I guess you should know this team is a lot like a family. We really care about each other, and we’re pretty close. Especially us field agents.”
“Good to know,” she nodded thoughtfully. “If you have any more wisdom floating around in that big ol’ brain of yours, let me know. I already heard Penelope calling you ‘boy wonder’, so I’d love to see you live up to that reputation.”
She finished off her sentence with a wink, turning away from me and rejoining the others who still gathered around her desk. She was shiny and new, and everyone wanted to know about her. I couldn’t blame them. I’d love to know as much as I could get my hands on.
One thing I learned very quickly is that she had a habit of flirting.
At first, I thought it was a general behavior she exhibited towards everyone. Then, after some keen observation I came to a terrible and exciting realization: she really only flirted with me.
I think most of it was due to the fact that she just liked to see me flustered. She could make it happen very easily, too. All it took was a sly, under-the-breath comment in passing and my face was turning red.
She’d smile at me, enjoying the tint in my cheeks. I’d stare back at her, just glad to see her smile.
Four weeks in and I was entirely wrapped around her finger.
She wasn’t shy about flirting on cases either, though she was always really good about making sure the only thing anyone ever saw was me being a total dork.
I almost never tried flirting back. I was pretty terrible at it anyways. But there were occasions when I’d make an attempt.
We were working on a case that leaned heavily on the geographical profile, meaning: I spent the entire case in the precinct. I finally cracked it after a few days, and the team found themselves at a farm. One of my least favorite places for a case to be, leaving me very thankful that I wasn’t along for the search and rescue. I really only went to the farm because everyone else was there.
By the time that I actually got to the crime scene, the unsub had already been apprehended. So, I stood near the cars, waiting on the others to come back. It was several minutes before I heard Hotch and Derek walking up and talking to one another. I turned as the rest of the team followed several steps behind. Y/N came into view last, and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as she walked closer.
She gave me an exasperated smile, throwing her arms up as I took her in. She was covered in dried mud, clearly having taken a fall somewhere gross.
“I tripped and fell while doing absolutely nothing. I feel like you, all clumsy,” she joked, laughing.
I smiled, looking her up and down.
“How are you still pretty covered in dirt?”
“You can’t do that,” she said quickly, looking over her shoulder. “Not right now, anyways.”
I scrunched up my face. She had been much more forwardly flirtatious on cases before now. I couldn’t fathom how this was any different, especially since all I did was make a flirty comment. I guess my facial expression could’ve conveyed more. I seemed to have a hard time concealing my feelings for her when she looked at me the way she did.
“Why?”
She looked behind her again, like she was keeping an eye out for someone. But the only person there was Morgan. Maybe she was afraid of him telling on us for flirting on the job. But he was the one that relentlessly flirted with everyone else. Why would he be coming after us? Maybe she didn’t know that well enough.
“Morgan flirts with people all the time. He’s not going to—”
“Spencer,” she groaned, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind the SUV.
I furrowed my brow again. “What?”
“If I tell you something, you have to promise not to get weird about it.”
“Get… Weird?”
“Like, don’t be all freaked out,” she clarified.
“Okay,” I said, unsure where this was heading.
She cleared her throat, stealing one more glance at him. She looked back at me, chewing her lip with a coy smile. I had a feeling that now wasn’t the time, but I blushed, unable to stop myself from fully taking her in. Luckily, my upstairs brain started working again just in time to give all my attention to her as she started speaking.
“I’m sure this will make things a little awkward,” she stated, sighing softly, “but, he and I… Uh, Derek and I, we have a history.”
I quirked a brow. “Oh? How?”
She stared at me, expecting me to take a hint that I was most certainly not picking up on.
“We… We were involved. Romantically.”
My brows shot up. “Oh.”
“Yeah. It was only like five months, really, but,” she shrugged. “That happened. Hence why it’s been a little awkward between us.”
She said that bit like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but I hadn’t been any the wiser about it. Maybe it was just another case of me being a little more oblivious than some of my coworkers about behaviors that didn’t have to do with the job. Maybe I was just too enamored with her to pay attention to how she interacted with our coworker.
“I didn’t notice,” I said quietly.
“Good. I’ve been hoping to keep it on the down-low,” she said with a laugh. “I haven’t exactly wanted to endure teasing from the team about sleeping with Derek of all people.”
I swallowed, not having thought about the fact that she’d been… Physical with him. More so, that he’d gotten to be with her in that way. He’d seen her. Heard her. Felt her. All of her. I took in a breath, clearing my head of that image.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner if I was going to keep flirting like this,” she said, suddenly a little shy as she shoved her hands in her pockets. “I know you two are close.”
“Yeah. I’m surprised he didn’t tell us about you.”
She laughed. “Our relationship wasn’t completely… A serious thing.”
“Serious enough to last five months.”
She snorted. “Most of the time we spent together wasn’t exactly romantic. He was great, but we both kind of used each other. Hard time in life for both of us back then.”
“Ah,” I said, nodding curtly. “So it was mostly, uh— Sexual?”
She smirked, looking away. “Not entirely just that. But that was a lot of it.”
I nodded again, feeling my cheeks flush. She nudged my arm, pulling my attention again.
“It’s been well over a year now since that all happened,” she said quietly. “I just… I don’t want to rock the boat right now. Being new to the unit, I should probably try my best to be on everyone’s good side, you know?”
“I get it. I’ll stop with the flirting,” I said, giving what I hoped was an affirming smile.
She furrowed her brow. “That’s not what I meant.”
“It isn’t?”
“The flirting is fine, I just think… Maybe we should keep it a little more quiet when we’re around the others,” she shrugged. “If that’s okay.”
“You’re okay with me— doing that?”
“Spencer, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re crazy hot.”
I was certainly blushing now. I swallowed, blinking in surprise as I looked at her. Her smile only grew. She enjoyed teasing me. I couldn’t say I didn’t like it just as much as she did.
“Uh, th-thank you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Quit acting so shy as if you don’t already know.”
My eyes widened. “I’m not acting.”
“Every woman who meets you flirts with you.”
“No they don’t,” I argued, my brows knitting together.
“Are you blind?”
“No,” I said, still in a state of confusion.
She laughed it off. “Alright, boy wonder, we’d better join the group. They’re gathering like vultures.”
I followed after her as she integrated into the group where they stood as Hotch spoke. She was so good at finding her way in. I was thrilled to see how she’d find her place in my life going forward.
In the following weeks, she gave me an idea of what that would look like. Stolen glances at every turn had my heart racing. It went even faster every time she found a way to touch me in some inconspicuous way.
A hand on my arm as she asked about the maps I was working on. A brush of fingers as she’d hand me a coffee cup. Her shoulder pressed into mine to whisper to me some detail of a case that really could’ve been said at full volume.
She usually didn’t step past those boundaries though, ever cautious not to let herself get caught out by anyone else. The comments she made towards me were still relentless, however. I didn’t know how she had it hidden so well.
I, however, had much more trouble hiding my attraction, and I was sure I’d heard some of my teammates whispering to each other about it. They’d give me knowing looks every time I got caught out staring at her. Even Morgan gave what seemed like mostly-good natured glances my way when I paid a bit too much attention to her. Probably only because he didn’t know that I knew about them, and even more likely didn’t want anyone else to know. It would be a tell-tale sign if he didn’t make fun of me.
It felt wrong to be keeping this odd little secret from him. I wasn’t necessarily sneaking around with his ex-girlfriend, but we were still flirting. We were still hiding something from him. I wondered how he’d react if he found out, and hoped for my sake that he was well and truly over it.
Especially after our last night on a case in Georgia. The summer air in the state was hot, and it felt like it was actively pulling air from my lungs every time I went outside. Maybe it was some kind of metaphor for what was to come.
I held back for hours from going to her door. The teasing had been terribly relentless the entire time we were on the case, and the week before. Tension was building, and I knew if I was easily picking up on it, she definitely had to be.
I paced around my room, contemplating my options. If I went to her, there was a chance we’d finally talk about whatever was happening between us. There was also a chance she’d tell me to leave if I attempted to tell her how I really felt, and I’d be left pining over her probably forever. Both were pretty scary.
Either way, I decided it was better than continuing to fall for her without having a real conversation about it. I walked to the door, my hand on the handle.
She stood just outside my door, her hand raised as if she was about to knock when I tugged it open. A smile graced her pretty lips, her hand dropping.
“Looks like we had the same idea,” she stated, pushing past me into my room. “Good timing.”
“It was.”
She chewed at her lip, looking around the space with her arms crossed. I stared at her as she took it all in, waiting for whatever was on her mind to be put out into the open. She looked back at me, apparently reading my mind.
“We’re both waiting on each other to speak up, huh?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“This is a ridiculous thing we’re doing right now. It’s like sneaking around with any of the fun parts,” she said with a laugh.
“I think it’s fun,” I shrugged.
“It could be more fun.”
I swallowed. “Yeah. But I’m happy just to have your attention.”
She smirked, walking towards me.
“I think you’re kind of needy.”
“Maybe.”
“It’s cute.”
I blushed, giving her a smile as I looked away. She still looked at me like she was about to devour me. I could sympathize with all of those animals I saw in nature documentaries as the predator closed in on them. It was in vivid color. She stalked closer and closer, knowing full well that my guard was down enough for her to launch an attack.
“You really enjoy this, don’t you?” I asked. “Knowing you make me flustered. Half of the time I can hardly talk when I’m around you. Everyone knows it, and they all think it’s one-sided.”
She leaned her chest into mine, surely able to feel how fast my heart beat for her.
“Are you embarrassed by it?”
“No.”
Her hands crept their way up under my shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake as if her touch didn’t feel as hot as the sun. I watched her silently, letting her do whatever she wanted. She couldn’t asked me to jump out of the seventh-floor window with her and I would’ve gone head first without a question.
Panic only crept in when she started leaning in closer to my face, and I realized her lips were on a path that would end with mine.
“Wait,” I said, grabbing her wrists.
Her eyes widened, pulling her head back slightly.
“Are you okay?”
“I just don’t think this is a good idea,” I breathed out.
She retreated from me, and it was hard not to let my body follow hers. She was only a step away, but it felt like a continent’s worth of space. My fingers itched to reach out and pull her back in.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, eyes wandering over her face.
She swallowed. “I don’t know what you want, Spence. One minute you’re telling me you want me, the next you’re pushing me away.”
Logic kept trying to overtake my head. It was annoying.
“I can’t… You’re Morgan’s ex.”
She sighed. “I’m also a human being. I am my own person separate from him. One that is very attracted to you.”
I wet my lips, not missing how her eyes followed the action. I felt a fluttering in my stomach just watching her react. She smiled, as always, catching me in the act of being wildly into her. She took half a step forward.
“You’re telling me this is a bad idea, but every time I look at you I’m getting a different message.”
I swallowed. “I know.”
“So, which is it?”
“It is a bad idea,” I started, intending on making it a whole sentence, but not knowing what to say next.
“But?”
“But I don’t know if I care enough to stop it.”
She smirked again, not holding back this time. She reached up, pulling me down to her lips with her hands wrapped in my hair. I wound my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly into me. I relished feeling her body fully pressed against mine, especially when she let out a contented sigh as I deepened the kiss. She started guiding my backwards towards the bed, and I obliged her silent request until the backs of my knees were against the mattress.
“Sit,” she requested, the word whispered against my lips.
I did, peering up at her as she staying standing in between my legs. She grasped my chin in her soft hand, tilting up my head to see me.
“How sure about this are you?”
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.
She smiled. “Good. I don’t either.”
She dropped into my lap, kissing me like we hadn’t even stopped in the first place. My hands gripped her hips for the first time, and she was everything I had daydreamed about. Soft and responsive. I couldn’t imagine being the one to let her go, and I found myself questioning Morgan’s judgment in that moment.
It made me feel even better every time she smiled or made a little comment about the ways I reacted to her. Usually I’d be embarrassed, but she just made me feel good.
“Sweet boy,” she mumbled against me, moving her lips from my jaw and down my neck.
My hands found themselves wandering across her back, and my eyes were practically stuck shut as I felt her lips against my skin. I could’ve died right then and there and been happy to go.
But a knock at the door sent us both into high alert. She sat up straight, looking towards the door.
I stood with her legs still wrapped around me before I turned and dropped her on the bed. She bounced on the mattress, looking up at me with a surprised smile.
“Just— Stay here and stay quiet. Please,” I said, then walked to the door, trying to frantically fix my hair.
I cleared my throat as I opened the door, forcing myself to not look like I was embarrassingly close to…
I shook myself out of that thought the second I saw Morgan. He definitely put an end to any sexy thoughts that clouded my head.
“Hey, kid, can I ask you something?”
I furrowed my brow. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I just… Do you know what’s been up with JJ? She’s been a little off. Won’t really talk to me, so I was wondering if she said anything to you.”
I let out a breath of relief. “No, she hasn’t told me anything. But I know Henry’s been pretty sick the past week. Maybe that’s it.”
“Hm,” he hummed, nodding slowly. “Alright, thanks. Just… Worried, you know?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s JJ, though. She’ll be okay.”
“Right, yeah, I know,” he nodded again. “Alright. Thanks, again. You get some sleep tonight, alright?”
I nodded, bidding him a goodnight. I shut the door, seeing her on the bed still. She was propped up on her elbows, smirking at me.
“That ruin the mood?”
I locked the door.
“Not particularly.”
To my surprise, she ended up being the one who wanted to take it slow. We kissed for another hour or so when I got back within her reach, but didn’t go much further. Not that I was in a position to complain. I was ecstatic just to be touching her, and she somehow felt the same about me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever understand why that was.
She’d told me when I’d dropped onto the bed, crawling over top of her, that she didn’t want to go all the way. She said it so sweet. Almost like she was afraid of whatever answer I’d give to her. As if I’d say I didn’t want to kiss her all night long.
Besides, I was pretty sure I’d spontaneously combust if we had gone any further.
We woke up the next morning, still holding onto one another. She had changed into my t-shirt before she climbed into bed with me, and looked absolutely incredible with her messy bed-head and sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” she mumbled.
“It is a very good morning,” I said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Her hand pressed against my cheek, the smile spreading on her face as she looked at me.
“You’re adorable,” she said quietly, granting me another kiss.
I sighed. “I don’t think I want to stop this.”
“Why would we?” she asked with an incredulous smile.
“Because, I mean, we can’t tell anyone about us,” I said with a shrug. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to make this— A thing.”
She wet her lips. “We don’t have to tell anyone in order to be together.”
I contemplated that for a moment. I’d never considered having a completely private relationship. At least not with someone who wasn’t actively being stalked. That was an entirely different scenario. I guess to her, it was probably scary to get into a relationship with one of your ex’s best friends. I couldn’t blame her for that.
I took a breath. “You… You want to keep it a secret?”
She nodded. “If that’s okay with you.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” I said with a nod, not bothering to filter my thoughts as they came out into the open.
She smiled. “Anything?”
“Almost. I draw the line at murder.”
She laughed. “Team’d catch you anyways.”
I laughed right back, giving her another kiss. She leaned into my touch, shyness creeping into her face.
“I do really like you, Spencer.”
I nodded. “I do too.”
“This’ll be great, you know?”
She smiled brightly, causing one to form on my face. She brushed my hair away from my face, just looking at me.
“Yeah. I know.”
…ANGELS ROLL THEIR EYES (part 2)
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rrxaiky · 2 years
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ohhh! since you agree you can write headcanons for dorm leaders, can you make one please? about the dorm leaders turns into a plushie or doll? fem! reader found them, and picked/take them with reader, she also suddenly confessed to the doll (boys) how much she like (love) him or admired, but is to afraid to be rejected or might not feel the same so she decided to hide it from him.
the only bring them back to their normal state is the kiss! but reader doesn't know that the boys turned into a doll/ plushie.
CW/TW: Reader is implied to be a female (prns she/her)
Includes: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto 
Author's notes: I’ll think of a shorter title one day, bear with me for now. Splitting this into 2 parts so it’s easier for me to write, hope you don’t mind ^^
Extras: Navigation/ m.list + Requests/ Chats + Rules/ Info
Part: 1/2
Dorm leaders getting confessed to after turning into a doll and getting picked up by F! reader
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“What a weird occurrence. Hold on... Why can’t I move? Why does the world seem so large?”
⌗ Riddle Rosehearts◞
It was quite early in the morning, Riddle had just finished breakfast and was ready to head to campus. Just as he was about to leave, he felt a little lightheaded. He decided to sit down for a while and rest his eyes for a bit. He didn’t expect to open his eyes once more to find that the world grew larger... Or was he the one who got smaller?
The plushie size was pretty small and cute, it’s surprising how something that seems to mock his height can replicate all of the details correctly.
Without having the time to think, he felt someone pick him up from the chair he was sitting on.
At first, before Riddle realized what was happening, he was quite frightened, and angry. Who dare touch him without his permission?
“What a cute plush.”
Ah. It was you. Even though he couldn’t see you because you held him facing away from you, he knew it was you. 
Riddle felt extremely embarrassed at the moment, thank the seven the plush doesn’t change his facial expressions and body heat according to his thoughts. 
As there was still some time before classes started, you sat down, before placing the plush version of Riddle on the chair beside yours.
“Riddle would usually have his breakfast here... I’m guessing he left quite early today to fulfil his duties as a dorm leader. It’s really admirable, to be honest. I like that about him a lot, so it’s probably why I fell for him. It’s not that I don’t want to confess. It’s just... Never mind. It’s stupid rambling to a plush but this made me feel better.”
Upon hearing that, Riddle got even more flustered than before. Did you just confess to him... Without confessing?
“Look at the time. I’ve to get going before I’m late.”
Before leaving, you picked up the Riddle “plush” to look at it once more and softly kissed its cheek, then put it back on the chair.
A few moments after you left, a thick smoke appeared where the plush was. When it disappeared, it revealed Riddle back in his own body, with his hand covering his red face. 
At least now he knew you liked him back... As much as he didn’t want to make the first move, he heard you say it yourself. You were too shy to confess to him, so he’d have to plan out the first move. 
⌗ Leona Kingscholar◞
Can’t someone have a nap without getting interrupted for once? Leona was trying to take a nap in the botanical garden as usual when he felt someone step on his tail and spill something on him. Mere seconds later, he sensed that his entire body shrunk, laying on the ground where he was. 
The person who spilt the contents on him better start praying to the great seven for protection.
The plush version of Leona, though was correctly drafted out and made, was missing a few small details here and there.
“Leona? Leona are you there?” 
Great. Just great. Morning classes had just ended, which meant it was lunchtime. You were at the botanical garden to deliver food to him, yet you couldn’t find him anywhere, the place was empty.
Well, almost empty. You were searching around when you saw the plush laying on the grass. 
You crouched down to study the plush, laying down beside it and placing the sandwich you got for him on the ground beside you. 
“I guess I can wait for Leona...” You muttered to yourself, sighing afterwards.
“I love Leona a lot, but honestly, I wish he wouldn’t make such requests all of a sudden. I would get it if he asked a day before...” You said, lifting the plushie up in front of you.
Leona felt warm in his chest. Did someone actually like him? Of course, he wouldn’t tell you this once he turned back into his original form.
“I should probably get going now, I haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Continuing, then kissing the plush on its forehead.
Right before you set the plush down, thick smoke emerged in the air, followed by coughing. 
When you open your eyes again, Leona would most likely be on top of you with his hands on the sides to support himself and prevent himself from dropping on you.
He wouldn’t have an irked expression like he usually did. He had a smirk on his face, yet staring straight into his eyes would expose the warmth he had kept from you.
“So, I see a certain herbivore caught feelings for me. Don’t worry, I love you too.” The last bit came out like a whisper.
⌗ Azul Ashengrotto◞
He brought this upon himself. There was quite a high risk in the contract he was about to sign, for if she didn’t kiss him, he’d remain a doll forever. A part of him wanted to test if she loved him or not, and another part of him wanted him to go up to her and blurt out a confession. So, for as long as she didn’t make any moves from the moment he signed the contract, his office would be occupied by no one but a doll that held his unsaid feelings towards her.
This was a smart yet stupid idea to Azul. There were so many different ways he could’ve executed this, and this is the best he came up with?
Quite literally said his prayers to the great seven before signing. 
Azul as a doll would have the face in a smile despite him panicking on the inside. His thoughts won’t be letting him rest until you walked into his office after your classes.
Time seems to pass extremely slowly for Azul. He can be patient, but this is a matter that he cannot afford to be patient even if it needed time. It’s his potential future lover here.
During the duration you haven’t arrived in the office, he would want to walk around but he wouldn’t be able to. He’d just be sitting there on top of the table.
Once you finally came to visit him, he’d feel relieved, but only for a short while. He still needs to know your true feelings towards him. Would you show your hidden thoughts about him now that he had a doll in his place?
“Azul, are you in? Floyd told me there was something here.”
There on the table sat Azul’s doll, staring at you with a smile, waiting for you to approach him. 
“Is this what Floyd meant?” You said, looking directly at the doll.
Azul felt his heartbeat quicken when he found you staring at the doll, even more when you picked it up to examine its features.
“If this is what he was talking about, I might end up loving this more than Azul himself.”
He felt his heart shatter. At least he knew you loved him? How could someone like him lose to a doll out of all things? He was silently crying over the pain you gave him from that sentence when he felt your lips on the head of the doll. Did you really love it that much?
When Azul returned back to normal sitting on the floor in front of you, both of you were staring at each other, trying to process what had happened within 10 minutes. 
He was still blushing when you reached your hand out to help him get up.
You’re going to have to make the first move again, Azul’s pride isn’t going to let him confess to you.
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penofpenguin · 1 year
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Hiii!!! Can I request a fluffy one shot/scenario of people noticing Octotrio and Reader in a polyamorous relationship sharing each others clothes?
If you're not comfortable writing poly just write them separately pls and thank you ❤️
Hi anon dear!! Thank you for requesting <33
Unfortunately...I suck at doing a poly of 4 + Leech twins are siblings sooo i did them separately i hope that's ok. Hope you enjoy!!
Content Warnings: None, hinted that Floyd is taller than s/o.
People notice that their s/o is sharing clothes with them.
Azul x GN!Reader, Jade x GN!Reader, Floyd x GN!Reader
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This silly octopus.
He's very smart and calculating, yet he didn't calculate the probability of how many people would notice that what you're wearing is his clothes.
Now I'm sure we all know that there's no way in a million years Azul is going to wear his partners clothes in front of his schoolmates. He's way too shy for that.
It doesn't mean he doesn't love you though! Man's gonna be hugging himself in your clothes at night in his bed.
And when you ask him for clothes....he will give it to you. Its mostly formals though if you're fine with that.
It was a weekend and you were chilling in the campus with a new drink from Sam's store. You decided to wear Azul's clothes that one faithful day and some of his students seemed to notice.
"Yo...isn't that dorm head's button up?"
"I was thinking the same thing!! Do you think maybe they're a couple?"
"I thought it was different at first until I saw the A on it...."
These guys were not the best at whispering XD
They kept giving you a weird look. Why are you, a random human, wearing the clothes of one of the most smartest and most powerful guys in the school???
They didn't cause you any trouble though so you didn't pay much attention to it.
A few hours pass and Jade calls you to Azul's office.
As soon as you enter....you see Azul pacing back and forth.
"Azul...?" He turns to you and sighs.
"My dearest I humbly apologize for the trouble my dorm students gave you. However, I cannot allow you to wear my clothes in public as it may ruin my reputation..." He said in one breath, his hands on your shoulders.
You were very understanding and he really appreciated that. As soon as you nodded, he smothered your face with kisses, which is something he doesn't usually do.
Overall, Azul is TERRIFIED of loosing you and making you blackmail material. He just deeply cares about you and doesn't want you to be taken away. Only...and ONLY for that reason does he not want you to wear his clothes outside.
But...if you wear his clothes when you're with him...he'll be overjoyed...and might overheat. How adorable.
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Bold of you to even assume people will notice. This man is probably even more calculating than that octopus guy.
Ok so....firstly, Jade would want to share clothes(whether yours fit him or not and vice versa). He'll tease you about it with that grin if you ask him but will give his clothes to you because you're a "Poor Thing,"
He's smiling happily inside and probably cheering in his head.
Now I'm sure that nobody but people he's close with have seen him in non-uniform. So it's rare for people to notice if you ever wear his clothes.
In some rare circumstance that someone does notice, it's Floyd's fault.
"Ah those are Jade's clothes." Because of that one Floyd remark, people now know you're wearing Jade's clothes.
The atmosphere will be filled with gossip, but no matter where you are, Jade will find you. I mean, you're wearing his clothes and he can't get enough of the sight of you ☆゚°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
"Oho. Is that so Floyd? Then how do you feel about me telling Professor Crewel that you-"
Now they both are glaring at each other. Shit's bout to go down.
"Urghhh...false alarm...I thought those clothes looked like Jade's. Turns out they're not..." Floyd yells out.
"Oh my silly brother."
Once you two are in a place with less eyes, you apologize to Jade, since you may have embarrassed him a bit, to which he just smiles at you. A genuine one, but you can't tell.
"Please don't worry about it. It's just Floyd being Floyd."
"Do you maybe not want me to wear your shirt or-"
"Fufu, how cowardly you are~"
It means no in Jade Leech language.
Overall he isn't too fond of people noticing his clothes on you. But he believes he's on a safer side since nobody's seen his clothes much. Maybe he wouldn't wear yours in public since he's fine in uniform. He loves seeing you in his clothes though and encourages you to wear them more often.
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Unlike the other two, this man WILL wear your clothes outside. Whether they fit him or not, whether he looks like an overgrown child or not, he doesn't care.
You better wear his too or he'll get salty.
Sometimes, he won't be in the mood to wear tight clothes like yours and might loose some because he doesn't like it.
Another funny thing about sharing Floyd's clothes is that he'll tell you to adjust any of his clothing to your size if you want(because he thinks his clothes are absolutely breathtaking on you and it is ;D). But he forgets that they're his clothes and gets pouty because it doesn't fit him now.
Oh well...it has an eel on it sooo....
People notice. Maybe the whole school does. Does he care? No. Nobody has the courage to ask him if the clothes you're wearing are his either.
It's just you two in your own world :)
But....when someone does notice...it can go two ways
If that person has a positive response about it. He'll laugh and say something like "I know right hehe."
If a negative response gets into his ear....death.
He's giving that glare with a vein popping up.
"Did. I. Ask?"
But that barely happens so everyone's safe usually.
If people come up to you and ask you though, you're free to say that it is. Even if people judge you, this 191cm tall beanpole never will <3
Overall, he'll never admit it but he likes it when people notice. Now more people will know you're taken by him :D
Hope you liked that one!! I'm sorry it was late though :)
I also got a bit too carried away writing Azul's part XD
Have a great day 💖
-Madeline 🐧
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the-amazing-wonderss · 7 months
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hihi!! i hope both of ur guys day is going good! This is my first time requesting so im a little nervous i read ur rules over like ten times (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) can u pls do Kou, Nene, and Hanako reading their s/o a bedtime story >w< ty in advance :3
A/N: Omg hihi its been awhile since we last posted but we're here and alive still~!! Oh and also If it makes you feel any better, this is actually our first ask 😭??? So we're really excited and decided to have both of us write for it, aren't you a lucky anon?! Anyways I hope you like it! ⎯ Mod ☠️ Omg...a request...Hello! ^^ We added Mitsuba to the list, I felt like a silly fella while writing for him. His brain makes me insane. ANYWAY, I actually didn't write angst. I can't remember the last time I did that. Enjoy~ ⎯ Mod👻 (if tumblr eats this again, I will cry)
Content: Fluff, slight angst if you squint in Hanako and Mitsuba's part, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'prince' and 'princess' being used. Summary: Reading their s/o a bedtime story
Characters: Nene, Hanako, Mitsuba, Kou
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A story about a girl who gets saved by her prince, not in an ideal way like she wanted it to be, but nonetheless, still fell for them anyways. ⎯ Once upon a time I had my eyes set out for a fairytale of my own, wanting to feel like a hopeless romantic with the person of my dreams. But to think that the person I've been dreaming of was actually beside me this whole time... Perhaps instead of me, it was them that was hopeless in the end.
It was during when you stayed over at her house and weren't able to sleep, that she suggested she'd tell you some of the latest stories she's been reading about. Some that you've already heard of (either from her already mentioning it before or seeing it in the media) while others not so much.
When NENE talks about her stories she's very enthusiastic about it. Happy to even have someone listening to her rant on and on about something she's been dying to talk about for awhile, but it's even more special when it's her S/O ⎯ especially if they were the ones to ask her first before she even got the chance to herself.
Her stories lean more towards romance for obvious reasons. Loving the tropes to the story is one thing, but another would be because of how she likes to imagine herself in those sort of scenarios. Embarrassed to even admit it out loud, though it's already clear why she likes them so much.
And although at first she was telling the stories to you to get you to fall asleep, it sometimes ends with you staying up a little later due to her getting a tad bit carried away.
Oh but if you do end up falling asleep right before her? You won't ever see or hear about it, unless you were pretending to be asleep, but Nene is definitely the type to give you a shy goodnights kiss. Feeling brave only because you were asleep, but if not, she'd totally cover her face as she fumes at how embarrassing it is to get caught in her sly act.
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A story about a commoner boy who had a princess that loved him dearly, despite his backstory and everything he deemed as 'unworthy' of their love, nothing ⎯ not even his words, could sway their view of him. ⎯ Time and time again you run and hide from me. Behind that wall of doubt and insecurities there's something that you clearly don't see in yourself that I adore so much. When will you finally come to terms and see things my way? Love yourself as much as I love you.
It's weird how you decided to nap in the bathroom. Especially his bathroom where he's poking you constantly until you tell him off.
When HANAKO is reading you a story, he has you sleeping and leaning against his shoulder. His hand occasionally shifting your head back in place when he notices you nodding off or about to fall, or maybe even just doing it to use it as an excuse to pat your head ⎯ who knows? Clearly not you.
But the types of stories Hanako tends to read to you depends entirely on his mood. Whenever he's feeling like a jokester, he'd tell you horror stories just to see your scared reaction as you cling onto him ⎯ or when he's feeling a little solemn, he'd tell the sort of fairytale that ends with bad endings to them.
Differing between those two genres the most. But on the more rarer occasions, does he switch it up to something else.
Something odd, something you wouldn't even expect from him. Something ... that perhaps convey how he really feels but is too afraid to admit it out loud? It honestly depends up to you to actually catch onto it. If not? Then you probably won't ever hear that story again from him.
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A story where a ghost finds a human and wishes to stand by their side ⎯ A story where death will not part them, for they belong together. ⎯ I keep thinking that I could be good enough for you - that you could love me as more than 'friends', maybe I am a bit selfish for thinking this. Not that I could ever say it to your face.
Someone decided to be nice today and bless you with a sleepover!! At your own house of course.
MITSUBA didn't plan on reading to you but you told him a few stories of your own. He wasn't sure why he did it. Perhaps it was the smile on your face every time you started reading to him, so he returned the favor.
He wasn't sure what to read until he came up with his own idea. A short story about a ghost, since he knew that firsthand. A story with a ghost about falling in love with a human, a story he...
As he told the story, he could see your smile slowly disappear, almost as if you realized he was the ghost in the story.
"The ghost never told them how he felt."
And that was the last thing he said before being engulfed in your arms. He knew this feeling - he's felt it before. That warm feeling.
The feeling of love.
The feeling of an old memory.
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A story where the knight doesn't get the girl ⎯ oh...I guess this is a different ending. A story where the knight gets the prince, and they live a happy life. ⎯ I didn't change the ending! This is how it was meant to be! I...I suppose if you prefer for the knight to not fall for the prince then...Huh? You liked it?!
KOU brought a book of short stories over to your house. He was super excited to be able to stay the night.
Unfortunately for him, you had the same book and it just so happened to be your favorite!
Kou told the story as it was written for a bit.
Until he got to the end.
The story was meant to end with the prince marrying a princess but Kou couldn't bring himself to say it. Perhaps it was because he was never the prince. He was always second.
But it seemed that you didn't mind. It does get a bit boring reading the same story over and over again, and you did like listening to Kou talk.
"I'm...really happy you liked it." He says, almost struggling to get the words out as you blush and smile.
Maybe this really was his story, and that's why he rewrote the ending. Well, you can't say it's impossible for that ending to happen.
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page-soobinnie · 7 months
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Hello 🤗🤗🤗
I just saw that you write for Strangers From Hell characters so I wanted to request dating and jealousy headcanons for Moonjo, Jongwoo, Seokyoon and Jieun separately.
I know it's a lot 😅 but there's so little contents about them. So I would really appreciate it if you would. But it's ok if you can't. Thank you anyways ❤️ ❤️
✮Them Being Jealous✮
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✮Special thanks too: Anon, Moonjo, JongWoo, Seokyoon, Jieun
✮Note: Hi hello!! Thank you for requesting and being my first Request on this account I hope you enjoy it and remember you can request any time as long as it fits my rules ♡︎
✮TW: Moonjo : Psycho JongWoo : Jealousy : Yandere themes : mentions of murder : mentions of a pervert : teeth (Moonjo) : gender of reader is not specified : creepy man in Seokyoon's : Jongwoos boss being weird :
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Oh boy... He is very protective and Obsessive so he won't let you out Eden without him and the only time he leave leaves is for work so you don't really get to leave maybe once(1) or thrice(3) a week even then your not allowed to look at someone or speak to anyone that's not him
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥So if he was to get jealous it would be of someone at Eden no it's not the pervert or the twins, but instead let's say it's Seokyoon
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥I mean Seokyoon is young and cute who wouldn't fall for him, although you already had Moonjo you couldn't deny the little butterflies whenever he smiled at you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo isn't stupid he saw how shy you get around Seokyoon so before bed he brought it up to you "Yn" he said "do you have somthing to tell me?" He continued confused you shook your head "oh no?" He mocked "so you don't feel anything when Seokyoon looks at you? You didn't think I noticed how shy and giggly you get when he smiles at you?" He spoke his voice raising every word, in response you gasped "it's not like that" you say Moonjo wasn't buying it "it's not like that?" He scoffed and looked at the door
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"fine if you like Seokyoon so much" he mumbled rushing out the door with a familiar syringe in his hand you knew you couldn't stop him and if you tried too it'll make it worse on your end
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Later that night Moonjo walked through the door with a bracelet filled to the brim with teeth "here these are Seokyoon's" he said trying to put the bloody bracelet on you in response you jerked your hand away looking up at your face he gave you the crazed smile before setting Seokyoon's teeth down on the table "now to take care of you"
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Its no secret that JongWoo has an attitude with people he can't stand or that annoy him or weird him out
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The two of you were at his work place you visiting to give him emotional support because of the things he's told you about Eden and how scared he was
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yn" he said causing you to raise your head from his shoulder "do me a favor and get documents from there" he said pointing at a file cabinet through a glass window after describing the kind he needs you walked to the file cabinet and bent down to search
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Unknown to your knowledge you've attracted a viewer the quiet guy who sits next to JongWoo was not so subtly starring at your butt
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yah" Jongwoo said grabbing the attention of everyone in the room including you "dont stare at my partner like that" he said the guy looked around a bit embarrassed "wait what happened" you said coming back with what JongWoo needed JongWoo snatched the file from you before grabbing your arm and forcing you back to your seat on the other side of him
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"I caught him starring at your butt" he said loud enough for everyone to hear you gasped before you heard giggling "that's gross" you heard the girl next to you mumble the guy looked down "your not even going to apologize?" JongWoo said standing up from his chair getting ready to grab the dudes keyboard you were quick to stop JongWoo
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Don't your gonna get yourself in trouble" you mumbled holding on to his hands JongWoo scoffed "I don't care he needs to apologize" JongWoo said snatching his hand away from you "yah!" He said the guy refusing to look at him
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"what's going on out here?" The big boss said coming out his office "JongWoo caught him starring at yn's butt" the girl said next you in a disgusted tone "are you not going to apologize?" JongWoo scoffed "yah asshole!" JongWoo yelled kicking his chair the guy flinched "JongWoo!" You gasped "stop Yn" he said trying to pull his hands away from you "dont jeopardize your job for me" you said pulling him into a hug hoping to calm him down
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo visibly relaxed before wrapping his arms around your waist "your more important to me than this job" he whispered you sighed "baby please I dont want to see you suffer because some hentai loving asshole can't keep his eyes to himself" you said rubbing his back JongWoo slightly giggled "I love you" he said swaying the two of you back and forth "I know" you said hearing him slightly gasp before pinching your back you giggled "I love you too now let's get you back to work" you said the rest of his time working there JongWoo had a really bad attitude towards the guy
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon is a very understanding person he prefers to look on the bright side of things which means he hardly ever gets jealous
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Hes more protective of you like let's say you go to a bar with him after he begged you too, the two of you were relaxing having a good time cuddled up to one another in the corner kissing every two seconds Seokyoon stood up saying he had to use the toilet he promised to be fast and when Seokyoon makes a promise he'll keep it
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥While waiting for your boyfriend a random man comes and sits Infront of you "are you alone?" He asked eyeing your body you shifted uncomfortably in your seat "no-no I'm here with my boyfriend" you said quietly "boyfriend?" The man laughed "you mean that kid that walked to the bathroom?" He said acting like he just said the funniest thing in the world "Seokyoon isn't a kid don't call him that and please leave me alone" you said fear washing away replacing with irritation
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥In response the man laughed "you could date a real man" he said emphasizing 'real' you scoffed "I told you I have a boyfriend" you said leaning back in your chair slightly jumping when you felt a familiar hand touch your shoulder "besides your not much of a real man if you can't take a hint" Seokyoon hissed out towards the man
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The tone in Seokyoons voice was something you never heard before the man gulped "sorry" he said standing up before rushing away. You and Seokyoon sighed in unison before you both bust out laughing after a minute or two Seokyoon sat back in his chair on the right side of you trapping you between him and the wall again
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Sorry I couldn't get here faster baby" he said playing with your fingers "it's fine I just wanted him gone he stank" you jokes scrunching up your nose Seokyoon giggled before leaning in to kiss you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun is a pouty type of jealous like if your paying too much attention to another girl that isn't her she'll pout and latch herself to your arm
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥when the two of you leave that conversation she'll speak on it "you know she was flirting right?" She mumbled "that's why I left as soon as possible I don't need her I have an amazing girlfriend right here a clingy but adorable one too" you said ripping your arm out her hold in order to hug her "oh whatever" she said wrapping her arms around your waist
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun needs reassurance so you being the amazing partner you are made sure she gets that assurance
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fuctacles · 3 months
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For @batboysxprompts Secret Steddie event. My prompt:
Quote: "You've never been touched like this before?" Song: 'Raw Deal', by Judas Priest Optional:  a leather bar AU/place, +18 content, set in fall Don’ts: Pregancy/breeding kink, choking/breathplay, vomit, scat, watersports
E | 2365 | cw: drugs | loose Cruising AU, leather bars, bicurious Steve, going undercover | tape dividers by @cafekitsune heart dividers by me
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The door slammed closed behind him, leaving Steve alone in the empty hall outside the Captain’s office. In his hands, he was holding the turning point of his career, a special assignment he was dreaming of, handed him by the captain himself. A leather jacket. With his new address and keys in its inside pocket.
He was still buzzing with anger at his colleagues, at the hateful words they used and their unwillingness to take this on. It was mostly that, which pushed him to bite back and offer himself.
By the looks from his peers, it seemed it was their plan all along. To send the gay sympathizer in as one of their last straws. But will he be a short or a long one?
It’s not what he dreamed of when joining the force, certainly not something he felt comfortable with. But he was too pissed to back out, and the whole case was hitting a dead end.
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A strip of paper with a crude map and a name led him through alleys until he passed the first leather-clad guy, then another, then groups of them. He kept catching stares that were both the same and completely different from the ones women would send him. He knew he was in the right place.
The bar itself was suffocating with its loud music and weird smells. But most of all, the mass of bodies, glistening with sweat and smattered with hair.
So much hair on so much bare skin.
The beer was lukewarm, giving no relief from the heat around him and he knew he was on his way to a bad headache. It was like stepping into a hazy dream. He was pretty sure there was a threesome happening in the right corner of his vision. There was also a real possibility he was getting intoxicated on the fumes hanging in the air alone.
A guy, clad in a dark tank top and sweat, leans on the bar beside him, his dark eyes flitting up and down appraisingly over his body.
“You look new here.”
“I am new,” Steve admits.
“New here or new-new?” The man raises his eyebrow, intrigued.
“New-new.” 
He lights up at that.
“I could show you the ropes,” he offers with a smile suggesting a joke Steve’s missing. He lets him pull them into the pulsing mass of bodies on the dancefloor anyway.
It takes him a couple of minutes to figure out the rhythm, let the music and the crowd seep into him, and guide his movements. While everything here was different, he’d been to bars before. He knows how to dance, knows how to flirt.
“What’s your name?” he asks loudly over the music.
The man’s smirk moved his trimmed mustache. He leans in, closer than any man ever has before.
“You can call me Spike.”
Steve nods.
“Sven.”
The man doesn’t move away, stays close and so does his lopsided mustache. 
“You look like Sugar to me.”
Steve smiles, surprised and flustered.
“Then Sugar it is.”
They dance, now closer but not uncomfortably so. Two guys beside them are grinding against each other, and the sight lights a fire under his skin. It’s a dangerous feeling, considering he’s on a job. Ah, and there’s a killer on the loose. It’s not the best moment to give in to his homoerotic fantasies.
So he plays the part of Sven, a shy, closeted bisexual who doesn’t make first moves, afraid of where it might lead him.
The last part distinguished him from Steve, who was insanely curious about what could happen.
Some making out, hopefully, wouldn’t foil his plans.
He doesn’t put Spike’s hands on his hips like he wants to, but steps a bit closer, and sways his hips in a certain way. 
A hand does land on him, but instead of pulling him in, it’s dragging him away.
“Back off, we’re dancing!” Spike pushes between him and the owner of the hand. Steve looks back, ready to snark at whoever is groping him, but he finds a familiar face.
He’s frozen for a second too long, but Edward Munson, the man still considered a main suspect by many, takes it in stride.
“Relax, Spike, we’ve met before. Haven’t we?”
Steve nods, earning himself a glare from Spike.
“The Freak? You said you were new to the scene.”
“Never said we’ve met here,” Munson clarifies, voice growing sharper with a warning. “Go find a different virgin, you perv.”
Spike grumbles something before leaving, and Steve is pulled into Munson’s chest. He huffs when their ribcages collide painfully. Everything is hot and sticky, and he wants to go home. Or rather, the temporary flat he’s renting while undercover.
“So Spike likes inexperienced men, huh?” he asks conversationally. 
“Yeah, but he also lives with two roommates who've known him for the past five years.” Munson rolls his eyes. “An unlikely suspect.”
“Thought you weren’t going to help us?” Steve raises an eyebrow. 
“Maybe I’m not helping you. Maybe I’m just keeping my eyes open because someone is killing gays in the area.”
Steve humms at that.
“So what’s your name, stranger?” he asks mockingly but Steve already knows he likes pushing buttons. Especially with cops, suspect or not. 
“Sven. But Spike seems to think Sugar works better for me.”
The man snorts, giving him a quick once over. 
“It does,” he decided. “Well, if you hear about the Freak or Popper, that might be me.”
“Popper?”
“Care for a hit?” He reaches into his leather jacket, bringing Steve’s attention to his bare chest. There were a couple of tattoos on his pecks and a fine dusting of hair.
From an inside pocket, he brings out a tiny bottle. It looks like a nasal spray with two cones instead of one.
“What is it?”
“Poppers,” he answers shortly before putting the thing in his nose and inhaling. “Probably my most popular ware. Great for anal, relaxes your muscles and stuff.”
He shakes the bottle in an offer and Steve takes it. Plunges into the sweaty world of leather and testosterone, as were his instructions.
They keep dancing and take a couple more hits. Munson tells him about all the regulars, the dos and don’ts of this world. His hand is under Steve’s shirt and his mouth is on his ear to keep their conversation private.
There is so much to take in.
“Where do I get pants like that?”
Munson follows his line of sight and sees a hairy ass peeking from a cut-out in leather pants. He grins back at him.
“I can show you a place.”
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Two weeks in and Steve is barely focused on his assignment. The breeze on his ass is all he can think of. The stares he attracts, the fact that he’s almost offering himself on a silver platter. He could just lean a bit more forward on the bar, bend his spine, anyone could just stand behind him, grind against him, and…
His cock gets heavy just at the thought and he does lean in. Can’t help himself.
He almost sighs when a hand scopes the globe of his ass.
“You’re blending in quite nicely,” he hears Munson, Eddie, in his ear. Of course it’s him. “Just another slut begging to be touched by a random pervert.”
Turns out he’s into dirty talk now as well. Who would have thought?
“You have a really nice ass, too. I think the pants were a good choice,” he says, squeezing. “How do you feel in them?”
Frozen between pressing into the touch and squirming away, Steve weighs his words.
“Like candy on display. An offering.”
Eddie humms, suddenly closer.
“Yeah? What are you offering?”
He doesn’t know. The idea of gay sex had never really crossed his mind but for the past week, it’s all he can think about. He keeps wondering how far he is willing to go with the charade. If his curiosity will turn into exploration.
The palm presses on his tailbone and slides down, a single finger tracing his crack, but not pushing between the cheeks. It’s still tantalizingly close to his hole. Steve’s fingers scrape on the bartop in front of him.
“What? You’ve never been touched like this before?” Eddie asks teasingly. “Of course not,” he answers himself. “This is not your scene. You shouldn’t be here.”
Steve straightens up. He doesn’t want to turn around for some reason, so just presses against him, back to chest.
“I’m doing my job.”
“I could do it.”
“You’re not trained,” Steve reminds him, angry at the turn in the conversation. Places Eddie’s free hand on his middle. His fingers flinch at the skin-to-skin contact and Steve feels pride in his choice not to wear anything under his jacket today. Eddie traces the hair on his chest.
“Well, we have the same chances against a gun to the head.”
“He uses a knife.”
“And now you’re spilling confidential details. Not very professional.”
“Everyone knows that,” Steve argues but he’s already irked by Eddie’s prodding.
Speaking of prodding…
There’s still a finger, lazily tracing his ass.
He likes it. He can admit this much.
“Maybe it could be my scene,” he says quietly, turned enough for the other man to catch. Eddie makes an inquiring sound, to which Steve puts his palms against his, making him press harder against his skin. The finger on his ass slides between his cheeks.
“You could show me the ropes?”
Eddie lets out a husky, surprised laugh.
“Pun intended?” 
“Pun very much intended.”
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He’s making a mistake. None of this is worth it and he’s risking his assignment, failing his precinct. Letting a murderer run around, knife in hand, killing innocent men.
These are his thoughts when Eddie slips his fingers in and out of his ass. It’s weird but not unpleasant, the drugs are doing their job of helping him relax. But the appeal is lost on him and it’s a pity because he really warmed up to Eddie, hoped they could be friends, solve the case together. But now it’s gonna be awkward, because-
All his doubts are cut short when Eddie finds his prostate, nearly making him choke on his spit.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “Okay.”
Eddie chuckles from between his legs.
“Okay?”
Steve nods, blinking at the cracking ceiling.
“Yeah, I’m starting to get it. Do it again?”
“Of course, Sugar.” He leans in to plant a kiss on his leather-clad thigh before going to town on his prostate.
Steve arches off the bed in a silent scream and with a little help of a hand on his dick, comes all over himself and the pants he’s still wearing. His head is too heavy to lift properly and the gasps of breath aren’t helping but he looks down Eddie’s body with a frown. This was so much easier with a woman. He licks his lips and tries to get an elbow under himself. 
“Do you want to…”
Eddie looks up at him from where he’s wiping cum off the leather.
“Want to what?”
Steve scrunches his nose.
“Fuck me.”
He stops what he’s doing and sits up. He lost his pants before so his dick stands hard and proud between his legs.
“I do,” he shrugs matter-of-factly. “But I’ll be fine.”
Steve’s shaking his head before he’s even finished talking.
“No. Do it.” He uses what little is left of his strength to flip on his stomach and raise his ass. He moves it in a way he hopes is inviting. “I’m still curious.”
Eddie’s silent for alarmingly long and he’s starting to feel he said something wrong, but then the man lets out a choked sound. The mattress dips under his weight when he moves closer. 
“Are you sure?”
Steve considers the ugly pattern of Eddie’s wallpaper.
“No,” he decides. “But I want to know. Just use a fucking condom.”
Eddie scoffs and grabs his ass in both hands, kneading his cheeks.
“Of course.”
When he enters him, it’s like nothing else Steve’s ever felt. His dick goes so much deeper than the fingers and the stimulation on his prostate is twice as prominent. Especially now that he’s already come. He didn’t think he was gonna do it again any time soon but Eddie’s dick might just prove him wrong. 
And it’s not just the stimulation doing him in. There’s so much more to take in now.
There’s a man behind him, pounding into him with big hands holding his hips. He’s under him, bent with his ass up, face in the sheets, and rubbing against them as his whole body rocks for another man’s pleasure. He likes being used, likes being on the receiving end, he realizes. Already knows it’s not going to be a one-time experiment.
Eddie grunts behind him, low and deep, and his hips snap harder against his ass, fingers digging painfully into his skin. He can feel him twitch inside as he climaxes and Steve follows, stuffing his face in the sheets to hide his pathetic whine. He hasn’t been this drained after sex for a long time, and he wasn’t even the one doing the fucking.
Eddie probably felt the same, because he collapsed on him, all heavy limbs and itchy stubble against his back.
“You were so tight, so hot and perfect,” he mumbles against his skin, leaving tiny kisses in his wake. Steve didn’t know what to do, because he never thought what he would do after the sex. What they would do.
Thankfully, Eddie’s hazy blissed-out brain has an idea.
“Can we cuddle?” he asks, almost inaudible with his face pressed into Steve’s shoulder.
“Sure,” he answers in a hoarse voice because the idea sounds heavenly. “Lemme just…” he shimmies out from under Eddie who makes a displeased sound but Steve has to get out of the leather pants before he falls asleep. He does so as quickly as possible and falls back on the bed.
It takes a moment for their boneless limbs to align comfortably but it happens and Steve finds himself being the little spoon for the first time in his life. He quite likes it, he decides. 
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callsign-phoenix · 1 year
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I wrote this for @mydreamsare-weird I hope you like it!
It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x shy!gn!reader imagine.
Thank you @topguncortez for the Navy knowledge and @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!
Warnings: none
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You liked working at the USS Gerald R. Ford, even if you were quite shy and Navy pilots, engineers and mechanics were not.
You had always dreamed of flying but it had never been in the cards for you, so you had resorted to supplying the people that actually flew the airplanes you loved so much with their meals, working as a cook at the carrier.
You had a demanding job in the sense that it was rather tiring, nothing visionary or exciting like what you were admiring.
But you liked to see the pilots on their breaks from flying, filled with adrenaline from their trip to the skies and all very talkative.
They also liked to talk to you but you stayed pretty silent, preferring to listen instead of engaging in conversation.
You liked to listen to their stories of victory and aviation when you weren’t working and you could sneak closer to catch whatever they were talking about.
You did so during breaks or after work when you found the time, and whenever you got the chance.
One of those chances came around when you were ordered to bring Admiral Simpson a coffee up to the tower.
You happily made your way up there and back onto the flight deck again, where you couldn’t help but stop and stare at the F-18 that was making its rounds through the air.
You knew you were in no way allowed on deck but the aircraft had a hypnotizing effect on you, capturing all your attention so you could only stop and stare.
You watched the plane do some maneuvers before it returned to the carrier, an act so powerful and deafening that you were dazed way past the time the hornet hit the flight deck.
Your eyes could barely pull away from the aircraft, the sheer strength of it impressing you immensely.
You were so dumbfounded that you didn’t even register the man walking towards you, his helmet tucked by his side and sweaty locks flowing in the wind.
He wore a wide grin as he stopped in front of you, his cockiness hard to miss.
“Did you enjoy watching me fly there?” He asked, continuing with his cocky attitude, and your eyes grew wide as he talked to you.
A knot built in your throat and you tried to play it down, even though you knew you looked flushed with nervousness.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean I didn’t…,” you tried to apologize, but your timidity only boosted his ego.
“I just really like to watch you fly,” you finally managed to get out, and he smiled contently.
You didn’t mean that you liked to watch him specifically fly, but you didn’t clarify.
“Oh, really?” He grinned, and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks.
“I mean I like watching the jets fly,” you said softly and he gave you a genuine smile.
“You like flying, then?” He asked you, shifting in his stance to find a more comfortable position to stand in.
You didn’t dare say anything so you just nodded.
“If you want I can take you flying,” he offered after sending his gaze up and down your body, still wearing that boyish cocky grin.
Your eyes grew wide as you watched him incredulously, but your aviator just shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ll take you flying and on a date,” he suggested, his stance and facial expression quite nonchalant.
You were taken aback by his offer, but you were eager to agree.
The pilot nodded at you, another hint of pride added to his grin that didn’t ever falter.
“My name’s Bradley, it’s nice to meet you,” he introduced himself, offering you a hand to shake, which was wonderfully strong and warm.
When you reached out to shake it he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, which sent more warmth to your cheeks.
You liked Bradley, and you would take him up on his offer, if you managed to fight your nervousness.
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hiii :)
I saw you’re taking fluff requests at the moment so here I am😍
More or less this scenario was ghosting around in my dreams yesterday;
The reader's a very silent, calm person, not really talking much and always leaving parties or gatherings early. Loki is somehow intrigued by her mysterious nature but when he started trying to get closer to her, she just thought he was kidding (she thought of herself as boring and weird). One day Loki found out the real reason for her former 'aversion' and set up a romantic dinner or something to convince her of the authenticity of his feelings…❣️
If it’s something you would want to work with I would be so happy. Thank you so much!!! :)
So, I am a naturally loud and assertive person, and I think nearly all of my Reader characters have reflected this, so this will be different for me to write, but great practice! Hope this finds you and makes your day, anon!
“The God and the Wallflower”
Summary: After a lifetime of being the unassuming background player, you don’t understand why the most interesting being you know is fascinated by you.
Pairing: Loki x Shy!Reader Content Warning: descriptions of verbal/emotional bullying (although this WILL be fluff so nothing too intense) Word Count: 1.5K (sorry, this became a little longer than a drabble)
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Always against the wall at the party. Always in the shadows outside. Always the ensemble player in the musical. Now, you were the secretary in a sea of superheroes.
As a girl with a gifted twin sister, you grew up essentially looking out for your own needs. Your parents, the desperate social-climbers they were, lavished attention, praise, and extras on your twin, who got straight-As in school, led the color guard to their first national championships, and got a full-ride to Columbia U, all while you couldn’t even make editor of the school paper because the advisor forgot you’d even signed up. Your twin was also a beauty, somehow, she’d gotten the bright redheaded gene that made her stand out even more in the family. You just had your plain, frizzy, brown hair that often got dry. Your sister was a thin, graceful, interesting lady. You were much more of a dumpy, lumpy, faceless being.
Of course, this meant in school you got the comparisons from teachers and the taunting from bullies about how there was no way you weren’t adopted. You became an adult with your only superpower being your resourcefulness, but that could only get you a nice job as opposed to what you really wanted: friendship, companionship, maybe even a romance. Not a single person of any gender cared to look your way. Not because you were ugly (you weren’t), but because your natural ability to blend in rendered you invisible, so you chose not to fight it, and instead resign yourself to your lot.
You did pull off one amazing feat that your perfect sister never could, however: Tony Stark hired you to be his second-shift personal assistant at the Avenger’s compound in Dutchess County, NY. He was the type of guy who needed so much help that he needed a right hand for every hour of the day. Because of your natural resourcefulness and quick mind, he appreciated your ability to introduce him to everyone at a part whom he vaguely remembered but couldn’t quite put a name to. He also almost immediately admitted that he’d liked you because you didn’t seem “the type to get in the way.”
Tonight, however, was a victory celebration, and while celebrities and Avengers mingled, you weren’t of much use. So, you took your usual position along the far wall and people-watched until the earliest possible time you could go home.
Watching the Avengers mingle could be entertaining on its’ own. Steve, of course, was a hit with the ladies. Bruce and Natasha tended to work the crowds as a unit. Whenever Clint could get away from his family, he’d usually be cracking jokes with Thor somewhere in the middle of the room. Wanda and Vision usually stayed close as a couple, and like you, they were more of the wallflower type…but at least they had each other.
You looked at your watch nervously, hoping that it was midnight, when Stark would allow you to head home. Drat! It was only 9:41.
“You look like a woman with a lot of stories.”
Startled, you gasped lightly and turned your head to your left, where someone had joined you against the wall.
Thor’s shady brother Loki was the one who had initiated the conversation. You hadn’t seen that much of him since your hiring. He was one who preferred keeping to himself in the library, or sometimes drinking with his brother after most of the others were gone or asleep.
He unsettled you a little, and not because of his trickery or history with trying to conquer cities. He always walked through a room like a knife through butter, quick, confident, knowing where he was going. Although, his confident stride, along with his long block curls and devilish grin, kind of made him attractive to you. Sometimes you found yourself looking at him with interest in crowded situations where you could disguise your gazes as something else. But Loki was (technically) an Avenger, and thus, he could have his pick of any of the beauties (or studs) in the room. No matter how you felt about him, he was leagues above you, and really should have been on the arm of a model or actor or politician’s child.
So why was he here talking to the sentient cardboard cutout who’d never said a word directly to anyone in the room who wasn’t Stark?
You shook your head silently. No, not here, you thought. Would someone really stoop to mocking me here?
“My intention wasn’t to startle you,” Loki apologized. “But I’ve been keeping an eye on you most of the evening, and I’ve been biding my time, but I’ve been hoping to get acquainted with you for a time now.”
You looked down, embarrassed that you were already beginning to feel tears forming. “Please, don’t.”
Loki looked at you with concern. “What is it, Y/N? I assure you I’m—”
“—I can’t do this tonight,” you blurted out, brushing past Loki and quickly leaving the room, leaving the God standing there, confused and hurt.
Loki couldn’t believe how completely he had just struck out. It wasn’t something he was used to, especially when he’d been planning on how to approach you for nearly a week, and deciding that this soiree was the opportune moment.
“Ooof, bad idea, Vixen,” said Tony, sliding over to Loki, still dumbfounded and hurt at the rejection.
“I barely said ten words, and she wouldn’t—”
“—there’s a few things you should know about her,” Stark explained. “She’s extremely shy.”
“Why is that? She’s beautiful,” Loki said quietly.
“She grew up with a sister who was great at everything and always got the attention. I hired her because she’s got incredible self-reliance, so I barely have to explain anything to her. She never quite lived up to the bar her twin set, and when she felt short, she was usually shut out for it. When I hired her, she actually asked me if I was feeling okay.”
Well, if anyone understands what it’s like to live in the shadow of a better sibling, it’s me, Loki thought as he bit his lip. “I was too forward, then.”
“Big time, Bambi.”
He sighed. “Well, what do you recommend?”
Tony shrugged. “Getting someone like her to believe she’s special enough isn’t going to be easy, but it may be the only way to convince someone that stubborn.”
Loki smiled. “Not to worry, I already have something in mind.”
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The following evening, Tony unexpectedly relieved you of duty a few hours early, saying he wanted to have a date night with Pepper. “But,” he added, “before you do, could you go out to the roof and check for a file I may have dropped the other day?”
You snorted. “Why did you have a personal file on the roof?” you asked softly. “You always tell me they don’t leave the basement.”
“Because…well…” Tony stumbled over his words for a second. “Just…go to the roof for five minutes before you leave, okay? Damn this sappy shit…” he mumbled under his breath, walking away before you could ask more.
Groaning, you obeyed and made your way up the floors, opening the door to the roof and not expecting to find a table set for two, tea lights strung up all over, a record player emitting soft, gentle, romantic music, and Loki standing awkwardly by the table.
“Oh my…” you felt a pang of nausea in your gut, and you instantly went to turn around.
“No, please, Y/N!” Loki called after you. “I’m in earnest!”
You stopped and shook your head. “There’s no way.”
Loki walked toward you, holding out a hand. “I set this up for you, and I don’t go to such trouble for people I deem less than worthy of my attention.”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “You have me all wrong. I’m really nothing.”
“Stark said you’ve been through things, that you’re used to keeping quiet because that’s what everyone expects of you,” he said. “Y/N, the same thing happened to me. Do you not remember who my brother is?”
You found the courage to look Loki in the eye for the first time. “I don’t understand. Why me? I’m the most plain, boring, unassuming—”
Loki shook his head and dared to take your hand, bringing it to his lips and laying a gentle kiss on it. “May I ask you something? Do you think me someone who wastes their time with common people?”
You shrugged silently.
“Well, I don’t. So please, take this as a gesture of my interest,” Loki said, indicating the beautiful set up he’d worked all afternoon to perfect for you. “I want to know your story, and please, leave out no details. I want to savor every chapter of you.”
You still didn’t understand why or how, but looking into Loki’s icy blue eyes and seeing the sincerity in them unlocked your heart, and you decided in that moment to exercise cautious trust, and to give the man access to your soul.
“Well,” you said, finally smiling and letting yourself open up slowly, like a rose bud, “I guess if that’s true, the sooner we start, the better.”
Your heart fluttered when you realized Loki wasn’t dropping your hand as he guided you towards the supper table. For the first time, you felt ready to open up to someone.
Well, here it goes…
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fwacchi · 1 year
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Headcanons for when Ike, Nina, Kagami and Gaku receive a homemade bento from their s/o and when they unwrap it there's also a note with it, which turns out to be a mini love letter.
this is the cute prompt i talked about earlier!! don't mind me being biased and writing a lot for gakkun and kagami HAHAHA i just couldn't help myself +i enjoyed writing this!! it was so cute 🥹🫶🏼
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GIVING THEM BENTO WITH LOVE LETTER
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genre: fluff
pairings: Fushimi Gaku, Kagami Hayato, Ike Eveland, Nina Kosaka x gn!reader
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Fushimi Gaku
He had to work in the studio today to finish some paperworks so you had made him lunch to bring along.
Wouldn’t be able to contain his smile while unpacking the neatly wrapped bento box as he is reminded by how you handed it to him this morning with a shy smile.
He’s whipped for you frfr.
He was surprised to see a small envelope on the bento box, thinking that maybe you had misplaced it in here.
He was about to put it away but stops when he notices your handwriting on the corner of the paper saying “To: Gakkun <3”
Curiosity takes over him and he gently opens the envelope so as to not tear it before taking out the paper tucked inside and reading its content.
His face would gradually get redder while reading through the love letter.
Sure, he is your boyfriend but to receive a cute yet heartfelt love letter from you left him flustered.
He would write a letter back for you and place it on his bento box after finishing his lunch.
When he gets home, he would thank you for the food and the letter, and would ask you to unwrap the bento box.
He will stay there and watch while you read through his mini love letter because he absolutely adores your shy expressions <3
Will forever cherish the letter you gave him.
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Kagami Hayato
It was lunch break in between their ROF-MAO filming process and he took out the cutely wrapped bento box you gave him this morning.
He had to ignore the weird teasing noises the other members gave him upon knowing that Kagami had brought a bento made by his girlfriend.
Unlike Gakkun, he’s quick to notice his name written on the corner of the envelope.
He decides to read the letter right then and there, which he later regrets.
The mini love letter you had written for him made his blood rush to his cheeks and ears, which unfortunately did not go unnoticed by the other members.
Though it was hard to wave them away from being too curious about the contents of the letter he was holding, he did it successfully before eating his lunch in utter silence.
Before the lunch break is over, he would quickly write back for you without his members noticing, his handwriting quite messy but readable.
Once he gets home, he would just pretend as if he didn’t receive any sort of letter from you due to his shyness.
You would also do the same, both of you never bringing up the topic yet cherishing the mini love letter you wrote for each other.
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Ike Eveland
Both of you were living in the same house so he was pretty confused as to why there’s a cutely wrapped bento box on his gaming desk.
He did politely ask you if you could bring him lunch while he was streaming but why a bento?
He doesn’t understand but finds it absolutely adorable anyways.
As it was just a free talk stream, he didn’t mind eating on stream.
Was confused when he saw a small note on the bento after unwrapping it.
Hesitates if he should read what’s inside the envelope but once he notices his name on it, he decides to read it right then.
Doesn’t really get too flustered over it, but he will get a tiny bit shy.
The letter is safely placed in one of his drawers and he’s sure that he’ll never get tired of reading it over and over again.
Would remember to thank you for the letter and let you know how much he loved it.
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Nina Kosaka
Just like Ike, she’s wondering if it was necessary to neatly wrap the lunch box when at home.
Would tell the viewers how adorable it is of you to wrap the bento box.
She will excuse herself and mute her mic before taking her time to read the letter she received from you.
Would call out to you to thank you for it and if you’re fine with it, she’ll tell her viewers about the letter.
Not exactly what you’ve written in the letter but she would just tell them that she received a love letter from you.
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charmanderxerneas · 8 months
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gahhh i love sonic so much. what are yalls hopes and dreams for the third sonic movie? some of mine are unrealistic but here goes (from most to least realistic in my mind lol)
-i don’t want them to shy away from shadow’s backstory with maria, i hope they tackle it well and show that like. “hey the government fuckin murdered this little girl who was basically like a sister to him” because its so important to the themes of his story. I don’t want them to sugarcoat it or water it down. in fact: itd be cool to look at those themes with gun in the next movie: pointing out how the military can be evil at times!
-AMY! Wtf I can’t believe we haven’t gotten her yet considering she is the main girl character. I hope that they write her well too instead of just making her entire personality “girl who likes sonic” id prefer it if they didnt lean into that please it can be uncomfortable 😭
-Since we’re getting shadow i’d LOVE to see the rest of team dark: rouge and omega!
-remember those weird bird guys who had conflict with robotnik at the beginning of the second movie? I’d like to know what their dealio is. In my wildest dreams its some bizarre reference to the babylon rouges since they were three bird guys but i know im kidding myself with that: but regardless i wanna know what theyre about! who they are, motives, ect. I know they kinda showed a little in the comics but yeah.
-Idk if he would fit into the probably shadow central story in the next movie but um. I think metal sonic would be sick af but probably wont happen
-silver or blaze would be cool for a 4th movie or something but I don’t see them being shown at all in the next movie
and if you know me you saw this coming even tho it will likely never happen:
-They’re making a tv show specifically about movie knuckles. and. i was thinking: you know which team is associated with knuckles since in the classic 1995 game they were introduced alongside him and i would fuckfing kill to see th- yeah the chaotix. you probably expected that reading a post from the guy who made a 40 minute essay about them and concluded it with “i am starving for content of them i want them to be in more things”. but: for real they could be so funny interacting with knuckles imagine the contrast with how serious he is in the movie im not gonna fucking kid myself by mentioning mighty
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mariajmajesty · 1 year
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JK and Jimin are inevitably going to interact again. We will most definitely get evidence at some point in the future that they were as close as ever even during these times when people are swearing up and down that they “don’t hang out that much anymore”
It always happens this way and I don’t know why people keep playing themselves like this when they know that every time people get so adamant that jikook is “distant”, something happens that proves otherwise. Its been happening like this for years and people still won’t learn to stop speaking on jikook when they don’t know shit. And then when it comes out that jk and jm were hanging out and are just as close as they always were, they get mad and pile hate on jimin for god knows what reason, it is a vicious fucking cycle at this point.
I literally don’t even know what they are basing their conclusions on right now, I don’t know why people always reserve this kind of negative energy for jikook. When was the last time we saw jimin and yoongi or jimin and tae hang out outside of work? Yet you never hear anyone jumping to the conclusion that either of these pairings are not close anymore or dont hang out at all. And it’s not even just tkkers now, it’s popular blogs claiming to not be concerned about shipping yet boldly declaring that they are sure jikook don’t hang out anymore. Give me a fucking break.
Why does jikook bother people in this fandom so much? Why do people seem to be so smug and self satisfied when it appears that they are not hanging out as much? It is becoming more and more obvious each and every day how differently jikook is treated by ARMY and fans need to take a good hard look at themselves and figure out why the thought of these two members in particular being close seems to rub them the wrong way. Because I have a lot of reasons why and all of them start with homo and end in phobia.
Sorry for ranting and cussing in your inbox I am just so tired of the way jikook and jikookers are looked upon in this fandom and the amount of reaching and jumping to conclusions that started after jimin’s live kicked my annoyance into high gear. I had to unfollow a jm centered blog I really liked before because they started going off about how they’re sure jikook aren’t close as they were anymore and haven’t hung out in awhile. It is just so disheartening especially when Im over here trying to enjoy jimin month in peace
Jimin telling fans to watch Tae's show after watching it himself, JK telling Jimin to come over for chicken and beer at night, Tae laughing and liking Jimin's post talking about his birthday, Jungkook telling his coach that Jimin will come over when he can, Jimin saying to Tommy that he misses him, JK spending time with Tae's group, JK's coach telling Jimin to come over..Do these people really seem like they are caught in some weird 3 way pit fight stressed and miserable?!
You asked what haters basing their conclusion on? Nothing because they don't know anything and it's the same thing they say all the time only with a different fake narrative. Last year it was "Jikook don't interact on social media like all of them do so it means they aren't close"...until they did and showed them all wrong. The year before that it was "Jikook hang out too much so it means they are fan service and being payed" ...untill they both started to shy away from it while still giving us enough content to see that they are doing damn great and proved them wrong. This time it will be "Jikook only interact on vlives and social media but not in private haha it means they are not close and always were fan service". See how that works? See how the argument is changing according to what suits weirdos at the moment?
No matter what jikook does, public or private, on social media or not, whether they’re a couple or not, their relationship and closeness would always be considered as fan service or be viewd as non authentic or on the verge of a fall out
Some people want them to hate each other so bad and project things they saw in one dynamic to another dynamic just because they think if they say it out loud (and they are loud) it will happen in real life but life doesn't work that way and they are all friends who were always friends and always hung out together when we don't even know about, and about to enlist very soon. And yes, they have their own schedules and responsibilities to juggle with now and people who ignore that need to grow up. If Jimin wants to see Hobi a lot maybe because he's enlisting and Jimin is a sweetheart like that, he can because nobody knows what he does the rest of the time, not to mention they are already at the company at similar times. Nobody knows where JK is right at this moment or what Tae did yesterday. The arguments that starts with 'X are never together' about any relationships in the group are straight up troll tallk because non of us are living in their pockets and these people aren't worth talking to because they forget how daily life looks like and ommitting other parts that happen on purpose. If Tae doesn't mention Jin as much as he used to it means they were fake? If Suga doesn't talk about JK it means they aren't friends? Of course not that's why you don't see anons go around in circles fearing a fall out. If Tae and JK can hang out nowdays even after them talking about having an awkward phase at one point it has to mean that they are in love and will forever be best friends who are the closest of all.
But jikook . .... jikook being cute on February doing late night invites for chicken and boxing practice must mean that on March they fell out and didn't saw each other for months or refuse to hang out in public..sure..make sense lol
Enjoy your Jimin month in peace because these people are not going to go away. They have no sense of shame when they are slapped with reality and won't have any when jikook will interact again. Non of us have a way to determine who is closer to who unless it comes from the guys own mouths, they'll just do what they always do and fold only to come back with a changed narrative or twist their words into something they never said with wrong translations and no critical thinking skills like they did yesterday with Jimin not wanting to share when he saw Jungkook. These people live in constant feeling of dread. Take breaks to avoid the nastiness, come back when you'll feel like it, keep streaming and focus on the good that is all Jimin ❤
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HALLELUJAH ??? i was beginning to think writers for tw m!mc is non-existential as my self-esteem, thank you. and this may be a bit weird so please feel free to ignore, your existence and writing already makes me feel happy and validated; but may i request an romantic love with vil, and platonic love with malleus? MC, who is a vil stan, got isekai'd into twisted wonderland and the plot twist? they were in rook's body. let's just say a certain someone was teensy weensy jealous of the amount of rookvil contents they encountered while looking for vil specifically (spoken from experience. most vil content creators are rookvil stans. sobs) and after what happened at VDC in chapter 5 with pomefiore (spoiler alert. iykyk), mc slept bitterly that night and thought, 'i could do better. i will treat you better.' well, ask and ye shall receive! the next day, they woke up as rook hunt and after the nth time of looking at the mirror and pinching their arm until its red to make sure its not a dream, they get a knock at the door. hesitating, they opened the door a crack, and peered out, only to see... your vil schoeheit. oh. in their suprise, the immediate reaction was to slam the door shut again. 'what are you doing? you're supposed to OPEN the door,' said beautiful man and the door flew open before you caught it. still confused and hazy with the sudden changes, and now face to face with the character you always saw behind the screen, the first thing that came out of isekai!mc mouth was, 'well, you are definitely a dream come true.' and instantly regreting their life decions after. it was silent staredown for a full 5 seconds, until isekai!mc pushed led vil out of the door and once again shuts the door in their face. nobody saw the vice housewarden of pomefiore that day. but plot twist? rook is still there, just that his consciousness took a hit because of the sudden possesion. he woke up after isekai!mc slept. but basically, lookism; when the other sleeps, the other takes over. so the next day, rook was back to normal and questions about his behaviour yesterday was only met with confusion. and vil was going to brush it off as just 'being under the weather,' but the following morning, he was met with the same doe eyes from the other day. there and then, vil sharply asks, 'who are you?'
just. a shy-fanboy who loves vil schoenheit, but runs away from said person when they're within a 20 meters radius. shy enough that when vil came to talk that one time when they were in control, they forcibly slamed their head to the nearest surface, enough to be unconcious, so that rook would wake up. a shy-fanboy who admires the effort vil put into becoming the fairest one of all, be it academics or athletics; a person who is strict on their dorm members, but is harsher on themselves. typecasts as a villain in reality because of his amazing performance in acting. who, despite their feelings, kept it in a tight lock because they don't expect their feelings to be returned; content to be simply an admirer from afar, as they always do. when, after much consideration on vil's part, asked malleus for advice and is met with an unfamiliar feeling when isekai!mc acted like a mother-hen when they finally met malleus, a complete 180 degrees turn from their shy nature. who, as someone that is used to being lonely, wanted to give the dragon fae a friend. and malleus was revelling in this new-found human. instead of the fear he was accustomed to, he was was met with warmth and kindness devoid of malicious intentions.
and what if? malleus can give our isekai!mc back his own body, and just needed an empty vessel, who would then take on their appearance. because, 'don't you find it inconvenient to share a body?'' and was promptly spoilt rotten by the pomefiore duo.
after a time, feelings bloomed. and every rose has its thorn; its a beautiful morning, when the beautiful queen received news from diasomnia that they found a way to return his petal to their world, just when he was planning to ask isekai!mc to stay with him in twisted wonderland.
(i realized this got waaaaay too long. and probably a little too specific? still, no pressure. its enough that you've even read this far. take ample rest, and i hope to see more of your works soon! ♡♡♡)
Body swapped with Rook.
Finally done homie here u go
You are unsure what had happened. Where the hell were you? Is this some strange fever dream? This isn't your room, this isn't your body!
Perhaps you spent too much time playing Twisted Wonderland last night, and now you're in some weird lucid dream. Yes, that has to be the explanation. You do not remember your room having this many arrows and bows all over the place and mounted on the walls.
You stretched and got up, looking around when you noticed your hands. Thin, pale, yet calloused hands from years of archery. They weren't your own. Thankfully almost every room in Pommefiore had a mirror in it, which you quickly examined.
Your hair was now short and blond, styled in a weird way that can only be described as Rook. His green eyes looked back at you in the mirror, his body mimed yours. The nightclothes he- you were wearing was loose yet fashionable. Just what the hell is happening? Perhaps if you pinch yourself…
A knock at the door breaks you out of your thoughts. "Coming!" You say, flinching at the french voice that comes it which isn't your own.
Going to open the door, you see Vil himself standing there. Your favorite character from the game you played. Vil opened his mouth to speak, in a panic you slammed the door on him. No way no way nowaynoway no. WAY. This has to be a dream but it feels so real? It's THEE Vil Shoenheit???
You opened the door again, this time met with an angry Vil. Oh no, you didn't mean to do that! But he looks so pretty like this…
"Why did you do that? You were supposed to open the door, Rook." Vil says disapprovingly. Rook- he– I— You? You opened your mouth a few times before closing it not knowing what to say. Eyes wide. "What a strange dream…" is all you can manage to say.
Vil's expression morphed into visible confusion. "Rook, are you feeling alright?" "I- Yes! I am- I uh… don't know what's gotten into me… sorry…" Oh no oh no this is awkward. So painfully awkward! You swear you also hear someone else in your mind cringing at your actions. "I um… Goodnight, Vil." "Night? Rook, it's almost time for class. You're always up early, what are you still doing in your room?"
You paused, inwardly panicking as you met the eyes of your Housewarden. "I'm sorry, Roi… du Poisons…" you struggled to pronounce certain words with your new voice. "I am just… not feeling very well today… Good night!"
Closing the door again, you paced back into the room, looking around. Pinching yourself didn't work, the time seemed to be moving normally, and the sky looked fine. This doesn't feel like a dream at all. You sat back down on Rook's bed, now your bed, as you brainstormed.
That was embarrassing! You embarrassed yourself in front of Vil! Surely this was a nightmare you can sleep off! Locking the door, you stayed in the room for the rest of the day. Refusing to go out at all.
The next day you woke up to darkness. Maybe you were half asleep? Yet no matter what you did, your body refused to move. You started to panic before you felt your body move on its own. You couldn't seem to control it- what the hell? Your eyes opened and you were in the same room as before, in the same body as before, only this time you couldn't control it.
You watched as Rook dressed himself in the mirror and did his morning routine at the crack of dawn before walking out of his room. The dorm was huge and incredible and… you felt drowsy… you tried to hold out on your sleepiness as you tried to see where Rook would go. His classes, the library, his routine! You needed to know just in case…
The next day you woke up again. This time you were the one in control. You immediately got up and did the routine you saw Rook do. You're pretty sure it was the weekend now, a glance at Rook's phone tells you that much. So today you can look around and find out just what was wrong with you.
On your way to the library, you caught the attention of many. It was odd that Rook was actually making noise when he walked, and he wasn't off stalking Leona. You ignored the stares and quickly went to the library.
Inside you snagged every book you saw that mentioned dimensions, dreams, and time travel, hoping to find some answers inside. With an entire stack of books in your hand, you went to look for a table to sit at, where you encountered Malleus.
Wait, you just encountered Malleus, why is he here? The fae prince sat there at one of the library tables reading a book about gargoyles. Not wanting to disturb him, you sat at another table and began sifting through your piles of books.
It wasn't long before you caught the attention of the prince. Your out-of-character clumsiness and doe-eyed expression looking through each book. "I've never seen you in such a state of panic, Rook" the fae speaks.
You tense up, "I uh- yeah I'm just feeling… a little off recently…?" "You aren't Rook, are you?"
You sighed. "You caught me, but I don't know how I got here. I just woke up and poof!" "I see that is quite troublesome…"
Oddly enough you ended up walking alongside Malleus that day, discussing your home and your situation among other things. At some point you ended up listening to Malleus' entire rant on gargoyles which you genuinely listened to, he noticed.
You both seemed to click despite being in Rook's body, you treated him like a person. Before you knew it, it was nearly time to head back. "It is near curfew, Child of Mystery, next time we meet, I will hopefully have a solution to your situation."
And like that he disappeared into thin air. You quickly made your way back to the dorm. Sneaking into the main building, you were met with a disgruntled Vil who has obviously been waiting for you. "Rook. Come here." His tone was rough and you tensed up before obeying the blond's command.
"Rook where were you today? Not only did we make plans yesterday, but some students have also said you've been acting strange." "I-I, Mister- Roi du Poisons, it seems that recently I have been having an odd case of amnesia…"
You tensed under Vil's judgmental gaze as he looked you up and down. You tried your best to avoid eye contact. What he said next startled you, his voice cold.
"You aren't Rook. Who are you?"
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femshep-fatships · 4 months
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"Suvi..."
[Clone Shep x Suvi/Cora/PeeBee]
Content Warning: non fatal vore. Fat tummies. sex toys This is less a lewd idea and more just slice of life w/ fatties that I added lewd stickers to. This is mostly an AU lore dump, spawned from the image of a younger Shepard with a big belly doing the "I threw up" thing kids do, but to suvi
"S-suuuvi?" The Tempest's redheaded stow away stood in the light of the hall. Suvi winced. Peeking over her shoulder. The redhead stood there. Her pajamas too short in the leg like capris, a baggy t shirt masking her figure. Her waistband sagging under the weight of a huge squishy Boulder of a tum hanging down to her knees over it. The big belly looked cartoonishly huge on the slender woman. Shep stood there hands at her sides. Ghostly pale. A loud sloshing noise stirred in her gut. She stood there at the foot of Suvi's bed. Sniffling and sobbing slightly.. Giving off Mom I threw up energy. Suvi heard a muffled moan beneath the gurgle of the girl's gut. A bump emerged and vanished in the round surface of that swollen belly. Something had moved. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Suvi sat up in bed.
She'd swallowed someone again.
"Awe, Peaches." Suvi crooned. Throwing the covers back and getting her chubby butt to the edge of the bed, it creaked under her weight. Suvi stretched out her arms and flexed her fingers at the younger Shepard clone. "C'mere."
Shep waddled over to the science officer. Her full belly sloshing and bouncing with each step. Suvi took a moment to put her arms around the girl. Their big bellies squashed against each other as Suvi hugged her,, and shush her crying. Rummaged around her night stand and put her stethoscope in her ears. The Scientist breathed on it to warm it up, then planted the listening disc to the big tum. Squishing it into the big organ here and there, listening for the signs.
"I-its Cora! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry she wouldn't stop rubbing my belly and feeding me cake. She...she...she put her fingers in my mouth. Oh God it was so hot and I just...I just...is she okay? She's been struggling the whole time, I feel awful." Shepard choked a sob.
Suvi put a finger to her lips. Frowned. Then rolled her eyes.
"Um. She's movin' but uh. How do I put this? She's not exactly trying to escape." Suvi looked a tad embarressed. She listened, her heart beating faster, hearing the muffled echo of Cora making such lewd sounds. Inside the naive redhead. To be honest it was kinda...hot... "she's fine. She's just, ah, pleasuring herself" Suvi said akwardly. Trying to sound like a professional did little to make this statement any less dirty.
Shepard turned as red as her pixie cut.
Commander Shepard, the last anyone in the Nexus had heard, was rumored to become the first human spectre. That was a galaxy away. And while records indicated Shepard in her early thirties, the girl couldn't physically be much older than 22. Her genetic makup was odd. Her appearing on the ship was odd. Her claims that she was from the year 2224 were odd.
Her ability to swallow people was odd.
But near as Ryder, Vetra, Peebee, or Suvi could tell: none of this was her fault. Someone. Somehow. Managed to smuggle her aboard the ship.
Shepard wasn't even trouble. She was fine cleaning the Nomad, playing card games. And generally just hanging around the crew being largely a shy, quiet girl. Nakmor Drek even loved watching her pack away an insane amount of burgers, often out eating the quickly plumping crew of the Tempest. But even she didn't seem to know why she was there, and the crew had largely adopted her into their weird little polycule. She was a naive, voracious, but largely harmless human.
"Yer heartbeats are starting to sync up." Suvi said nervously. "We can't wait till morning or the only thing left might be some fat on yer arse Peaches." Suvi said gravely, taking her stethoscope out of her ears and glaring at the big squirming belly. "Seriously Cora what were you bloody thinking? Teasin the lass like that? You know she can't control it!"
Suvi slapped the huge belly and Shepard moaned, feeling the tent she was hiding under the big stuffed gut throb against her soft pajamas. It felt good. Shep bit her lip but said nothing.
"Oh sorry Peaches." Suvi pet shepards blushing head: this did little to improve the throbbing sensation. The poor thing was a bottom on a ship full of eager tops. "Get on yer knees and we'll open ye up."
Shepard plopped obediently to her hands and knees. Wincing as her big Cora filled gut squashed her cock between her own fat tum and suvi's soft carpeted floor. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
("Uuurrrp. S-orry!")
Suvi grabbed the large prying device they used for such accidents. It fit something like a spider mouth gag, fastening around the back of shepards head, It slid between Shepard's teeth and opened the pred's jaws ike a car jack. Suvi gave it three good turns. Shep's jaw spreading and stretching easily.
Shepard secretly liked the device.
"Hhhhaaaah. Haaaahhh. Haaaaaaaahh." Shepard was trying and failing not to moan. Her eyes twitched. They blinked and fluttered. There was an intense rush of arousal, Shepard couldn't think straight oh god...oh yes it was happening again. This feeling! just like this. She wanted to feel like this forever!
Mewling her jaw wired open about half a foot, Shepard began to hump and fuck her big belly. Its heavy weight squishing her girl cock between Cora and the carpet.
Shepards eyes opened slowly as Suvi snapped on her rubber glove.
Her irises were perfect, pink, hearts. Shepard, was no longer home.
"Oh dont you look at me like that young lady " Suvi said pouting.
Shepard wagged her ass. Rocking it eagerly side to side between her feet. Fucking her gut earnestly. "Haaaahhh?" Shepard pleaded. But who fucking knew what the poor, horny predslut was saying.
Suvi thought about admonishing her for a minute. The one thing they had more or less all agreed on, was that Shepard really wasn't THERE when she got like this.
Its probably how Cora ended up in that gut in the first place. Suvi didn't know what to do. It was infectious. The hornier the young clone got, the hornier it made everyone around her. If she was some sort of secret spy meant to horn up the ship: she was a tremendous success.
Demeaning her could make it worse. Mommying her could make it worse. Threatening her, slapping her, it didn't matter when Shepard got like this. Her brain simply turned off, and hormones ran rampant.
"You're gonna be a good girl and not try to swallow me aren't you Peaches?" Suvi tried.
Shepard nodded eagerly. She was a good girl.
"Yer gonna be a good girl,, and let me pull our friend out of that big, greedy tummy of yours aren't you?"
Shepard hesitated. Cora felt REALLY good sitting on her cock...
"Aren't you?" Suvi repeated, a little firmer.
Shepard put her head against Suvi's fat thigh and stared up at her in her spider gag. Nodding vigorously.
Suvi plunged her arm down Shepard's throat. Shepard lifted her ass a bit as she moaned she suddenly wished someone anyone would just fill her fucking ass.
"Cora? Cora! Stop touching yerself in there and grab my hand you bloody idiot!" Suvi snapped. A wet,, slimy arm clapped against Suvi's and they gripped each other's wrists.
A shadow hit the door and Suvi and Shepard looked up.
Peebee, plump in her own pajamas, stood with a bag of microwave French fries. The bag was meant for a whole family meal, but by the looks if the big blue double belly stretched against her t shirt, she was more than capable of finishing the bag herself. The fat Asari blinked. Popped a chip in her mouth, and pushed it to her cheek as she chewed. Giving her tongue room to speak.
"Who is it this time?" Peebee asked nonchalantly nodding her head at Shepard's big belly.
Shepards eyes flinched and she looked horrified. The big pink hearts were gone. Suvi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: this would be much easier without the pent up omega lust driving Shepard's brain.
"Cora Harper."
"Dude. Nice. She's tall." Peebee nodded approvingly. Then shoved a fistful of potatoe fries into her gob. Mushing them messing she turned and headed toward them.
Suvi, feeling a little akward with her hand halfway down a woman's throat, smiled awkwardly "Aparently Cora thought it'd be cute to feed Peaches chocolate cake and make her suck on Cora's fingers."
Peebee rocked her head to one side and scoffed. "Thats like asking to get ate."
Shepard was turning EXTREMELY red again. She gagged, the closest thing to clearing her throat she could.
"PeeBee, I dont suppose you'd be a dear and um, grab my waist and pull?"
Peebee popped a crinkle cut fry into her mouth and waddled over.
Hugging Suvi around the waist, Peebee grinned. "Damn. Someones been hitting the buffets. Yer getting a little softer cinnamon roll."
It was Suvi's turn to be embarressed.
"J-Just pull!"
Peebee cupped her fat fupa to Suvi's chonk donk and dug her feet in.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just pull."
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"Shepard stop apologizing, seriously it was fantastic." Cora said, scrubbing her hair to get the smell out. The steam from her hot shower wafting out of Suvi's personal shower.
PeeBee was busy kissing Suvi, and Suviwas busy patting the space between them in the sheets.
"Mmff. Smooch. Mmm. Peaches come here and stop sulking luv." Suvi said warmly. Shepard crawled into the king sized bed, and reluctantly, nestled between the two bigger, fatter Women. Peebee seamlessly transferring from smooching on Suvi, to kissing Shepard.
"Have a fry it'll make you feel better." Peebee husked in Shepard's ear. Popping a potato in her mouth, Shepard chewed, and by the time she swallowed: she DID feel better. She was all smiles as Peebs kissed her cheek.
Peebee was reved up, ready to go. All that hugging Suvi's fat tum, and stuffing herself silly, the sight of Shep's huge tum. She couldn't help herself, she nuzzled the milk white neck of their mysterious clone girlfriend, and began to give it a hickey.
Shepard held her hands in her lap, the two women laying on their side, left little room for her to move wedged between their soft warm fat. Plus, she was deathly afraid to do anything lest she lose her cool again.
But Peebee was rubbing her tummy. Kissing her tit, biting her neck. Suvi was petting her head massaging her other tit.
Shepard was starting to blush again. Her thighs rubbed together, and she was starting to pitch a tent again, the ache of blue balls settling into her abdomen. Her eyes began to flutter. She turned to kiss Peebee's crest. Then turned to smooch Suvi.
"Aahooomph!?!?!?!" A bright red, rubber ball was pushed between Shepard's lips, and a thick leather strap locked behind her head, gagging her.
Her girl dick throbbed and pushed noticeably against her pajamas. Peebee took one of Shepard's hands and stuffed it down her pants to touch her azure.
"Let's just keep yer lips occupied for the night shall we, Peaches?" Suvi purred. She kissed the younger woman on the cheek, squeezing her tit. "You wanna be a good girl for us, don't ya love?"
Shepard's eyes flinched. Fluttered. Went vacant. Her pupils rapidly dilating into big heart shapes with soft, pink, bioluminescent glow. She nodded. She was a good girl~
"Good girl." Cora mumbled joining in on Suvi's side, smelling of wet and shampoo. Half her thigh folded over Shep's lap. Intentionally crushing her girl cock. Making it strain. Shep sucked a little drool through her teeth. Bit the ball, and whined. As a combined 1300 pounds of fat girl descended on her. Their poor little sub was squashed and smothered by fatties.
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May Reading Recap
I'm doing this so late, don't look at me. In my defense it's been a very busy month and a half. I am presently writing this while a little bit high, so forgive me any, uh, oddities.
A Fever in the Heartland: The Ku Klux Klan's Plot to Take Over America, and the Woman Who Stopped Them by Timothy Egan. As a study of the KKK's resurgence in the early 20th century, and how deeply embedded and powerful it was, including in political terms, this was a pretty strong book. Where it fell down a little was the fact that it was trying to hang that book on one about the brutal rape and eventual death of a young woman and how her testimony, given posthumously, helped bring down some of that political machine, and I don't think those two things ended up fitting together very well. Not to mention that the way this book was titled and marketed (and introduced at the beginning of the book!) made me expect for it to be more about Madge Olberholtzer, but it was very much more about D.C. Stephenson. I think it would've been a better book if it'd owned that more.
Also, yeah, content warning for some seriously gnarly, detailed description of the abduction, rape, and abuse of a woman. I don't get fazed easily and it was a lot even for me.
Lone Women by Victor LaValle. I liked this one! I wouldn't say I loved it - Ballad of Black Tom is still my favorite Victor LaValle work by far - but this is probably second place. Good story, loved the choice of setting (I haven't actually read a lot of horror set in this place/time, which was fun), enjoyed the cast of characters. I was a little irked by the "postlude" tying things up with a nice bow, but overall I'd give this one a "if you're thinking about it already go for it" rec more than a "I actively want to recommend this to others" rec.
The Storm is Here: An American Crucible by Luke Mogelson. This book was a lot to read. It was about the leadup to (and ultimately the events of) the January 6th insurrection, and one of the things I really appreciated about it - maybe appreciated most - was the way it specifically discussed the dynamics of how the Capitol Police interacted with most of the insurrectionists - and contrasting that to how the police interacted with BLM protestors. I think there's a bit of a desire sometimes for some liberals to cast the Capitol Police as "heroes" in contrast to the insurrectionists themselves, and Mogelson doesn't shy away from contesting that narrative. This is definitely a book for "people like me who are fascinated with right wing conspiracies and also with histories of the american far right" than, like, broadly a recommendation, but as far as those books go (and there are a lot of them) this was a pretty good one.
Ascension by Nicholas Binge. This was a really good book that was making good use of being really weird about its horror and then it kind of fell apart in the last ten pages when it became a "villain explains their master plan in a monologue and the whole thing ends with an anticlimactic splat" sort of thing, and then the whole thing was dead to me.
The Social Lives of Animals by Ashley Ward. I feel like lately everytime I read natural science books I end up with this weird mix of "I liked this but I also found it sort of irritating but I did learn some new stuff out of it that was interesting" and this book definitely continued that trend.
Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, vol. 5 by Mo Xiang Ton Xiu. Last volume of the official English translation of MDZS is out, I have finally read the Wangxian extras. I also feel like I remembered that I did/could ship Wangxian by reading this book so now I just have to not talk to anyone on the internet about it.
Villainous Friends is still my favorite extra though. Possibly of all the MXTX extras, narrowly beating out the Shen Jiu ones for SVSSS.
Victory City by Salman Rushdie. I think I need to read more Salman Rushdie. I didn't find myself in love with this book, but I'm glad I read it, and I feel like I like Salman Rushdie as a writer thematically if perhaps not in terms of prose style as much. So, yeah. Didn't blow me away, but nudged me toward finally actually reading more Salman Rushdie, which I've kind of been meaning to do for years and then haven't.
Wolfish: Wolf, Self, and the Stories We Tell About Fear by Erica Berry. I thought this book was going to be social sciences and it ended up feeling like there was a lot more memoir in there than I bargained for. This book more of a narrative-focused book than an analysis-focused one, and it was a pretty good book for that, but because of the mismatch between expectation and reality (and what I wanted and what I got) means that it lost me. I'm also not much of a memoir person specifically, so in this case that mismatch was really in an unfortunate direction in terms of how much I enjoyed this book versus how much it felt like I was struggling through it to finish it.
There were some interesting insights and commentary in here, just not enough to be the book I wanted it to be. Not precisely this book's fault, but it did make me want a different book than the one I was reading at the time, which is never a good sign.
I've already read a few books this month (though again, no real big winners so far); presently I'm reading Superior: The Return of Race Science and Indigenous Continent is next on my list. I also need to finally finish the last little bit of Qiang Jin Jiu that I haven't read yet and might try to do that this month.
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