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Hiiiii! I love your clarisse stuff!!!! Can you pleaseeee do a fic where Clarisse says something mean to R and they get upset so Clarisse goes to comfort them!!! You’re free to make it your own. i love your writingggg!
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- don’t say I’m to much -
Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Girly! Reader
An - guys send me more clarisse FIC ideas but also request Abby to pretty please
An Pt 2 - this lowkey sucked ass bc I was distracted while writing it but yall will live
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Sitting by the bonfire, Clarisse beside and the comforting atmosphere brought you a sense of comfort. Clarisses Hands found themselves under your tanktop, rubbing the small of your back as you continued to sing with everyone else.
“What are You doing” You giggled once the song ended, looking up at clarisse with a dumb smile. “I’m keeping my hands warm”
“There’s a fire right there”
“This was is warmer though”
Laughing some you tilted your head up just to give her a kiss. Most nights clarisse wasn’t this clingy but on a special occasions she preferred to have you close to her.
After a few moment you had noticed a long forgotten face across the fire. One of your first friends at camp was a son of Hermes names Logan “Oh my gods Logan!” You excitedly yelled.
Giving a kiss goodbye to clarisse you quickly ran to the blonde tackling him in a hug. Clasisse knew you were close with the son of hermes but that didn’t mean she had to like it.
Watching during your conversation with him, his hands rubbed your waist and hips which rubbed her the wrong way. What finally set her off however was the sheer audacity this man had to slide his hands under your shirt but to also peek at your showing cleavage.
Without realizing it clarisse got up and walked towards where you two stood— away from the fire.
“Oh! This is my girlfriend clarisse” You happily introduced the girl, quickly being cut off though as she decked him in the nose making the boy fall over, blood dripping down his face.
Standing in shock you turn led to clarisse yelling at her “what is wrong with you!”
“He was being a creep am I not allowed to defend you anymore” she scoffed trying to play off the entire situation.
The campers around the fire went quiet, turning to watch what had just happened. The Apollo and a few hermes kids ran over worried.
Watching as they helped the boy to the infirmary clarisse tried to grab your arm only for you to push her off of you and walk away. “Babe wait!” Clarisse yelled after you.
Once at your cabin you stumbled to open the door giving clarisse just enough time to catch up. “What’s wrong”
“What’s wrong?! Your seriously asking me what’s wrong? Clarisse you just decked my best friend!” You spoke louder than you should of.
“Well excuse me for protecting my girlfriend from a Fucking Creep”
“He’s not a creep!” Both of you yelling at each-other to the point that your voice had broke. “I don’t need you to beat the shit out of ever guy who looks at me wrong”
“Well maybe if you didn’t dress like a fucking slut all the time then I wouldn’t have to.!”
Clarizse knew she had fucked up as soon as she said it. “Wait pl—“ you finally managed yo get the door open, slamming it in her face.
In her cabin That Night all of her siblings knew to just leave her alone, especially with a few new holes in the wall none of them wanted to face her anger.
——
You couldn’t sleep. The thought of clarisse calling you a slut replayed constantly. Did she really think that low of you..
Shaking that thought out of your mind you went upstairs. Going to the balcony all you wanted right now was some fresh air. However what. You didn’t expect to see was clarisse lifting herself up and over the wooden railing. You both made awkward eyecontact
Crossing your arms you looked her up and down. “Go”
“Wait please” clarisse grunted finally getting over the railing and walking towards you, grabbing your arm she turned you around. “Please just five minutes, no arguing no yelling… Ill just talk, I won’t say something that I’ll regret please I’m just asking for five minutes.” Her tone breathless most likely from the climb up
Being with clarisse for as long as you’ve been not once have you seen her act this vulnerable.. nodding your head slowly you relaxed letting clarisse speak. “Im sorry.. im so so sorry… your not a slut I should of never yelled that to you I just, I got mad.. Logan had his hands under your shirt and he was blatantly looking at your cleavage and it’s not that I don’t like you wearing revealing clothes I do I just..I don’t like seeing people taking advantage of you”
It was quiet at first. Clarisse letting out a deep breath, only to be met with you kissing her lightly. “Next time.. you feel like that, don’t deck someone in the nose maybe talk to me about it and use your words not actions”
“Yeah.. Yeah” she mumbled, kissing her once again. “I’m still mad at you though”
“I know”
“Good” You remained neutral but led her inside.
You both laid down on your bunk, laying close in clarisses arms you were finally able to fall asleep. Were you going to have a talk about it in the morning, probably. But right now you didn’t care about that all you cared about was Her.
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I hope this request is ok. Can u do a smut request where Stephen takes the readers virginity after they’ve been best friends for a while and she’s nervous but he makes her feel at ease and makes her feel good. Bonus at the end if they confess their feelings to one another. ☺️
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I’ve Got You
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Explicit language, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), fingering, PinV (protected), praise, soft sex, aftercare, fluff bc i’m a sucker (as always).
Word Count: 11,223
Reading time: ≈ 41 mins.
A/N: Okay this was cute. You’re cute for this prompt, thank you. Enjoy your smut, ya filthy animal <3 p.s. i hope y’all enjoy the longer one shots? because it seems like i’m either real good at keeping it short and sweet or i write a literal dissertation, lmao :3 happy to hear your preference in the comments.
Asks are open! If you have a request that you want done or have an idea you’re too lazy to write yourself, send it my way :p I prefer to write on Stephen Strange (any variant), but I am open to writing any Marvel character! Also open to writing on BBC!Sherlock. Willing to write almost anything and everything! Fluffy, angsty, smutty… go for it! Enjoy the read <3
18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past &lt;;3!
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Stephen was in the library minding his own business. His first free night in weeks and what had he chosen to do with it? Read, alone, on the couch, in the library. 
In his defense, he had tried to make some semblance of plans with another human. He had asked you if you’d be interested in coming over. He’d make dinner, you could both laze around… probably end up doing the same thing he was doing now. Just together. But when he asked…
“Awe, Stephen, you know I’d love to. But I can’t.”
“Well— why not?” He’d pouted at you as you ducked down into your car
You detested portal travel, even though it’d save you a fortune on gas. It ‘made you feel queasy.’
“I have a date.” You said
“A date!”
“Yes, Stephen.” You sigh, “Though it may be shocking to you, someone else also would like my time.”
“That isn’t what I meant. I just— you’ve never gone on a date before.”
“I have been on many dates. I just don’t tell you about them.” You object
“Since when?”
“Since I was like fifteen! Look– I have to go, you’re going to make me late for this meeting.”
“Okay, okay. Well… have fun. Be safe.”
You snort, “Thanks, Dad.”
Ouch.
He wasn’t being a dad. He was being a good friend, that was all. Was he totally bummed you were going on a date? Maybe. Was it for any reason other than the fact he got left alone? No… no! Definitely not. He wasn’t bitter or jealous at all. That would be ridiculous. Because you were his best friend. Friends didn’t get jealous when other friends went on dates. They just asked for their location and what time they’d be back home. Asked them to let them know they got home safe.
Unless, of course, they didn’t get home. They got to someone else’s home.
Stephen groaned and chucked his book against the opposite end of the couch.
Why did he have to feel this way for you?
Actually, he knew exactly why he did. You were beautiful, to start with. You were genuinely intelligent, emotionally in tune, selfless, full of life, and capable of putting up with his weird-ass life… that was just to start. He’d met you by chance, as fate would have it, when he was dealing with a minor threat downtown. Just your everyday demonic entity. You’d been trapped in the corner behind an overturned table, looking terrified as anyone would.
“Ma’am, I’m ganna have to ask you to leave.”
You scoffed, “Sir, if I could, I would. Table has kinda crushed my leg here— look out!”
Stephen spun just in time to see a beam of black magic hurtling straight for his chest. He conjured a shield over you with one hand and shot his own blast of eldritch magic back at the entity.
“Alright, just stay down!”
“Once again— not much of a choice!”
God, you were such a brat.
He was head over heels from the start.
After he’d sent the enemy through a portal to a nice, quiet corner of the universe to terrorize, he walked back over to you. He lifted the table off your leg and picked you up carefully, opening a portal into the hospital.
“Christine!”
The redhead immediately turned her head toward the two of you and sighed, “Can you please just use the door like everyone— oh my God! Y/N?” Christine dropped everything and ran over to the two of you
“Um— you two know each other?” Stephen asks
“I’m her anesthesiologist so I hope so.” You grouched up at him, “It was my day off, I wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“I mean… I can go put you back in the coffee shop.” Stephen huffed
“Oh boy…” Christine whistles, “Never thought I’d have to see you two go head-to-head. I was hoping…”
“What’s that supposed to mean!” You and Stephen both exclaimed
“Just… let’s get her into radiology. Okay?” Christine redirected
And that was the start. He couldn’t say exactly why he’d been so concerned about you… something just drew him to you. You’d jumped out of your skin one day when you’d finally gotten off of bed rest and were returning home only to find the sorcerer standing on your doorstep.
“Uh... hi?”
“Your leg is better.” Stephen said simply, acting like the situation was completely normal
“Yes. A call or text would have sufficed just as well— how did you even get my address?”
“Small detail.”
“Sort of stalker-ish.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Do you normally check on the collateral from your little wizard battles?”
“Yes.” He lied
You observed him for a moment and asked, “You want dinner?”
He blinked at you a few times before asking, “What?”
“Do you want dinner?” You repeated, “I’m making pasta. You want some or not?”
“You’re making me pasta?”
You pushed past him to your door, “I was making me pasta, I’m offering to double the recipe.”
“I couldn’t— well, I wasn’t expecting you to…” He shuffled on his feet
“Well, you’re here and you potentially saved my life. I owe you one.” You pushed open the door to your apartment and looked back at him, “And then we’ll have time to exchange numbers so you don’t have to stalk outside my door.”
“Exchange… yeah! Yes, sounds great. Don’t have anything else going on at the moment.”
Wong was three blocks down fighting a minor god.
“Great…” You agreed, gesturing him in, “Come on. I’m starving.”
That was where it started. And then you two were hanging out all the time like… normal people. He wasn’t supposed to be normal people anymore. He wasn’t supposed to be going on coffee runs or joining you for lunch breaks. But he loved it. You were a small glimmer of normalacy in his otherwise completely fucked up life. He was thankful for you beyond words.
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You burst through the Sanctums doors and gave a look around. You waited exactly three seconds before Wong came walking out to the landing at the top of the steps. 
He observed you for a moment and noticed, “Y/N. You look nice. Did he finally ask you?”
You knit your brows together, “What?”
Wong raised his eyebrows and rolled his lips together for a moment before replying, “Nevermind. You’re looking for Strange?”
“Yep.” You agree, popping the ‘p’
“Library.” He said simply before turning on his heel and walking away
You turned and walked down the long hallway. Your heels clicking rhythmically against the polished wood floors. You paused for a second in front of the library door and readjusted your dress. You caught yourself in the act and huffed. What should you care if he thought you looked nice? He’d never looked twice at you like that in the two years you’d known each other now. You pushed open the door and strutted inside, your feet killing in the stilettos you wore. Waste of a perfectly good outfit…
You paused when Stephen sat up on the couch to see who had intruded on his private time. He just stared at you for a minute. His jaw went a bit slack, his eyes going wide. You took a few more steps forward and gave an awkward little wave.
“Hi… does your offer of hanging out here still stand?”
Stephen swallowed hard and stuttered out, “God— you look great.” He glanced down at the watch on his wrist, “You— your date?”
You shifted back and forth on your feet and looked to the floor mumbling, “Stood me up…”
Stephen slid off the couch and walked over to you, his brow tense, “He didn’t show?”
“That’s what ’stood me up’ means, yes.” You huff
“His loss.” Stephen held out his hand and you took it carefully, letting him spin you around, “I’ve never seen you— you look beautiful, Honey.”
You ignored the chill that ran up your spine whenever he used the pet name on you and tried to fight your blush as you replied, “Thank you, Stephen. Very sweet.”
“I mean it. Bastard doesn’t even know what he was missing.”
“Now you’re just laying it on thick.”
“No, no! Really. I just— wow.”
You giggle, “Were you always this articulate? Weren’t you New York’s most eligible play-boy bachelor at one point?”
He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, “Been a long time since then… guess I’m pretty out of practice.”
“Mm… holing up at Hogwarts will do that to you.”
“Cut it out.” He huffs, though never truly angry about your poking fun at his ‘being a wizard.’ He dropped your hand, much to your dismay and asked, “You alright?”
“Disappointed is all.” You shrug, “And these heels fucking kill.” You groan
Stephen gives you a soft smile, “I’m guessing you haven’t eaten?”
“No.”
He thought for a moment and offered, “I can still cook. And I can grab you some sweats and a tee? We can just sit around and do nothing?”
“That sounds perfect.” You agree
“Good.” He nods toward the door, “Follow me.”
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Stephen led you up the Sanctum’s steps in the foyer; He thought he saw you blush when he offered his arm to help you scale them safely in your heels. God… your legs in those heels. He pushed open his bedroom door and strutted in, leaving you at the door to make your own decision as to whether or not you wanted to enter. He just figured having you there would make it easier to decide what you wanted to wear. He watched out of the corner of his eye as he started digging through his drawers. You stepped into the room timidly, observing your surroundings.
“Tee?”
“Hoodie.” You say decidedly
He cracks a smile to himself and turned to walk into the closet. His heart nearly stopped in his chest when he walked back out to find you sprawled in his bed, your hair cascading over the pillows, your dress riding up ever so slightly to expose your thighs. He swallowed hard and turned away from the image— one he had imagined many times before on his own accord. So close, yet so far.
“So, uh—“ He cleared his throat, “Was this guy supposed to be a promising prospect or was it a shot in the dark?”
“He seemed promising enough.” You sigh, “But I did meet him on Tinder. That probably should have been the first warning sign.”
“What would have been the second?”
“He was sort of… suggestive in his messages.” You put delicately 
“Suggestive?”
“As to where he wanted the night to go.” You elaborate, “And I guess I was kind of… less than enthusiastic in response. Not mean or anything like that, just evasive. Guess he picked up on that?”
Stephen chuckled, “You’re saying you think he skipped out because he knew he wouldn’t get you in his bed the first night?”
“That would be my guess, yeah.” You agreed, sitting up as Stephen walked the hoodie and sweats over to you
Stephen ’tsks’ and says, “He should’ve known it’d take at least three. You always wait until date three to breech the subject.”
Your brows knit together, “Is that really the rule?”
“I don’t know if it’s a rule, but it’s usually a safe bet. The third date you know whether or not you plan on seeing them again for something more than that.” Stephen shrugs, “If you weren’t both certain you just wanted a lay, at least.”
“Huh.”
“Never had a guy wait until the third date to bring it up?”
“Well now that you mention it…” You muse
“Uh-huh.” He says smugly
You kick off your heels and sit criss-cross in his bed, playing with the strings of his sweatshirt and ask softly, “And… sex. That’s like… a huge part of it, right?”
“Come again?”
“That’s one of the perks of dating? The sex without the definitive attachment?”
“Is it not for you?”
You blink up at him and give him a confused look, “Have we never discussed the fact that I’m a virgin?”
Stephen choked on the air, “You’re what?”
You scoff, “Well if you’re gonna be a dick about it!”
“I’m not— I’m sorry! I just… no! We haven’t discussed that. Why would we discuss that?” He gestured between the two of you
You shrug, “I figured it must have come up at some point. We’ve known each other for a while.”
Two years, three months, and eighteen days.
“Well… no. I didn’t know that.” Stephen says
“Well, now you do.” You place the clothes to the side and flop back down against the bed and Stephen tries to ignore the movement in your chest area, “Is that why they don’t stick around? If it’s not that, there has to be something wrong with me—“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…” Stephen cuts you off, sitting carefully beside you on the bed, “There is nothing wrong with you. And if it is about the sex for these guys, you just haven’t found the right guy. The right guy would wait until you’re comfortable.” He thinks for a moment and asks, “You’ve never done any of it?”
“None of it…”
“Can I ask why you’re still a virgin? Given it’s clearly not from lack of offers…”
“No, because it sounds childish.” You grouch
“I’m not going to think it’s childish.” 
There’s a moment of silence before you admit, “I just… want it to be right. It doesn’t have to be the person I end up with… realistically I know that’s not the case. I just want it to be someone who cares about me. Not just my body. I don’t want to be just another lay for someone, and I don’t want to not remember his name in a year.” You glance up at Stephen, “Is that stupid?”
“No, Honey.” He shakes his head, “It’s not stupid. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to this sort of thing. You go with your gut. And I think you’re right that it should be someone who cares about you— especially if you’re nervous.”
“Who said I was nervous?”
“A guess.”
“I don’t like it when you guess things correctly.” You huff, wrapping your arms around yourself
He chuckles, “Sorry.”
“What was your first time like?”
He gives a snort, “I lasted about a minute and a half and couldn’t make her cum.” You throw your hand over your mouth and giggle and Stephen fake pouts, “Be nice! I’ve come a long way since then!”
You reach over and pat his hand condescendingly, “I’m sure you have, Steph.”
“Ask Christine.”
You gag, “Please do not. No one else wants to think about that except for you.”
“Um… ouch?”
“Sorry, sorry.”
He smiles down at you, “It’s alright.”
“I’m honestly at the point where I just want to get it over with. I’m tired of stressing about it every time I meet a new guy. You know how awkward it is to tell people you’re still a virgin at my age?”
“Literally, no.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Well…” Stephen’s heart ached as he offered the solution, “You have more than a few male friends…”
“Ugh, Stephen.”
“I’m just saying! You want to get it over with. You want someone who cares about you, someone who knows the situation—“
You bolt straight up in the bed, “You.”
Stephen blinked at you dumbly, “Sorry?”
“You. You’re a male that happens to be my friend, knows about the situation, and cares about me…”
“That wasn’t what I was implying.”
You shrink back a little, “Right, yeah…” You fidget with the hem of your dress, “I wasn’t implying— I didn’t mean to make it seem I thought you saw me like that—“
“Well it’s not that I don’t—“ Stephen stuttered, “You— you’re very attractive. That isn’t…” He trailed off and thought before saying, “I just wouldn’t want things to be… awkward after the fact. Because I do care about you… a lot. I don’t think I could stand to lose you as a friend.” Stephen cringed, “Not that I wouldn’t want— I’m going to stop talking now.” Stephen decided before he said something doubly stupid
You squeezed his hand softly and he looked up to find you blushing as you whispered, “I’d rather it be you than any of them… if you were really willing, that is.”
If he were willing.
He scoffed mentally. Like he wasn’t half-hard from you laying in his bed alone.
“I am… more than willing.” He heard himself say
“Would you maybe… dinner could wait?” You suggested shyly, flushing a shade darker
Stephen lifted his hand and made a motion toward the door which caused it to slam shut.
“Dinner could wait.”
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Your stomach filled with butterflies as you stepped out of the shower. Stephen had offered it to you beforehand so you could take some time to think, make sure it was what you really wanted. That alone led you to believe he was a perfect choice. You couldn’t believe it was even a choice to begin with. You’d spent more than a few nights with your hands between your legs thinking of this exact scenario. You pulled on a pair of his boxers and the hoodie he’d offered you, deciding you still needed to work up the courage to be naked in front of him. 
You stepped back out into his room, closing the door behind you softly. Your breath caught in your throat when you turned around and saw the fire lit in the fireplace and a dozen candles lit on the nightstands on either side of his bed. Stephen looked fresh out of the shower himself— you couldn’t say what shower since it hadn’t been his own— but the way his hair was falling over his forehead was evidence enough. You always liked his hair undone like that. He looked so cute.
Stephen looked around the room and asked sheepishly, “Too much?”
You smile at him softly, “Not at all.”
He slides into the bed and holds his arms out in offering. This was familiar enough. You’d cuddled more than a few times— the first couple on accident as you’d fallen asleep on the couch in the library and just so happened to wake up wrapped in each other. It was one of the reasons you adored hanging out in the library with him. He always let you read curled up in his arms or with your head resting in his lap. He was sweet like that.
You crawled into the bed and lay next to him. Stephen carefully put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, resting his chin on top of your head. You buried your face in his chest and inhaled deeply. He smelled herbal… like his favorite teas. You brought one hand to his head and gently scratched at his scalp. You felt his body go lax, heard him give a small sigh of contentment.
“You thought about it?”
“Yes…” You say,  “I’d still like to if you would.”
“Are you sure?” He asks softly
“Yes, Stephen.” You pull back to look into his eyes, “I’m sure.”
“Okay.” He nods and you see him swallow hard, “If you want to stop at any point… or if you need to slow down, let me know, yeah?” You nod and he continues, “You know penetration will be a bit uncomfortable for a minute?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
Stephen reached up and brushed the damp hair out of your face with a shaky hand… more shaky than normal, that is. He cradled your face in his hand and rested his forehead against your own, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign. You gave it to him by tilting your face upward and pressing your lips to his. Electricity shot through your body from your head to your toes. His arm around your back pulled you closer, pressing his body to your own insistently. He was so… firm. Strong. All hard muscle from years spent training and chasing after God knows what. Stephen could feel the softness of your body against this own, curves and soft slopes absent from his own. Your fingers pulled gently at his hair and he gave a soft groan. You felt yourself throb hearing that sound.
You whimpered and pawed at the collar of his shirt before grabbing it and pulling him impossibly closer. He nipped gently at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him, letting his tongue explore your own. You may have lacked experience beyond this, but all that time spent kissing and doing little more had paid off. Your mouth was magic. He’d barely been kissing you for a minute and he was already addicted. He could only imagine what magic you’d be capable of down below. You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, your heart thundering against your ribcage. Stephen ran his thumb over your cheek gently and gave a soft sigh.
“You’re really good at that.”
You giggle and bury your face in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss against the skin, “Well I’m not totally clueless about all of it.”
“Obviously…” He groaned as you bit gently at the skin on his neck
You trailed open-mouth kisses up his neck and across his jaw, nibbling gently on his earlobe, “Not bad yourself.”
“Honey, I’m just getting started.”
Stephen rolled over on top of you and crushed his lips against your own. You whimpered as he immediately found the most sensitive spot on your neck and bit into it, sucking on the spot softly. You thread your fingers through his hair, your back arching off the mattress as his hands explored the curve of your waist. You gasped when one of his hands traveled upward and palmed your breast. 
He separated his mouth from your neck long enough to check, “Okay?”
“Yes.” You breathed out, pulling him back down
He chuckled lowly in your ear sending a shiver down your spine, “Someone is eager.”
You whimpered as he brought his free hand up to your other breast. His lips met yours again and you placed your hands on top of his to ensure he kept groping at you. Still, he broke free from your grasp and brought one of his hands to your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His other hand reached down and snaked beneath the sweatshirt, skin against skin. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and you whined into his mouth. He groaned back to you when your hips bucked upward. He trailed his mouth back down your neck before reaching for the hem of your shirt.
“May I?”
“Please.”
Stephen ripped his sweatshirt off of you and marveled at your tits. Just as beautiful as he’d dreamt. He smiled as your nipples pebbled against the cold air and settled himself between your legs so he would feel the pressure against his cock when you started writhing beneath him. He leaned down and watched your face as he took one of the buds between his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back as you let out a moan. Your hips jumped beneath him and you gasped feeling his erection press against your heat. His goatee tickled the sensitive skin only adding to the stimulation. You smiled, letting yourself get lost in the first of many new experiences to come.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Honey?”
“Mhm…” You hummed out, which was about as coherent as you thought yourself capable of when he was trailing kisses across your sternum and promptly started swirling his tongue over your other nipple, “So… so good.”
Your hands found their way back into his hair where you pulled roughly. Stephen groaned and ground his hips against you. You whined and started grinding against him too.
He liked the desperation of the act. Both of you dry-humping each other like two over-excited teenagers. Stephen licked each of your nipples again before trailing wet, opened-mouth kisses up your body until he was right in your ear.
“So pretty, Baby.” He whispered, “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding these gorgeous tits from me for so long.”
“Stephen…” You whined
“Awe, what is it, Honey?”
“Need more.”
“What do you want me to do?” He asked, grabbing the fat of your hip and helping you continue to grind yourself against his length, “Say the words and I’ll do it.” He watched as you flushed, turning your head from him. He wasn’t used to you being shy and it made his heart give an odd little flutter. He reached down and rest his hand against your clothed core asking, “You need me to touch you here?” You nodded and he couldn’t help but tease, “Look at you all shy all of the sudden.”
You pouted up at him, “It’s weird to ask!”
“No it isn’t.” He argued leaning down and placing a kiss against your lips, “It’s okay to ask. It’s okay to tell someone what feels good and what doesn’t. I need you to do that for me so I can make you feel good. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Stephen sat back on his legs between yours and slipped his fingers through the waistband of the boxers on your hips. He pulled them off slowly and tutted when you closed your legs. He ran his hand up your shin gently, up farther to your knee, and finally your thigh. He slipped his fingers between your thighs and pulled gently, enjoying the way the soft skin molded to his touch.
“You wanna open up for me, Baby? Or do we need to slow down?” You paused for a second before slowly opening your legs for him a bit and he praised, “Good girl. Thank you.”
He trailed his fingers to your core and cupped it gently, slowly running his middle finger through your slit. You whimpered and your legs squeezed shut again. He smiled and leaned over you, brushing his lips against yours softly. You bit into your lower lip, your brow tensing as you looked up at him. He could tell you were trying to choke back the sounds of your pleasure. But he wanted to hear it… needed to, to make sure you were okay.
“You are allowed to make noise.” He whispers against your lips, “They like to hear it.”
“They?”
“Men.”
You shake your head, “Is it what you like?”
“Yes.” Stephen reassures, “Very much.”
“Okay.” You shift a little, “It’s not… weird?”
“Hearing you moan because I’m making you feel good?” He chuckles, “No, Honey. Why do you think they moan like that in porn?”
“I… don’t really watch porn.” You say with a shy smile
“Then how do you...” He raises a brow at you
“Reading… imagining?” You shrug, “Do you normally watch it?”
“I’ve always been a visual learner.”
You giggle up at him, “That right?”
“Mhm. But there’s no experience like hands-on experience.”
You give a real laugh and Stephen grins down at you. He always smiled like that when you laughed. You loved his smile. The crow’s feet around his eyes, the smile lines that blossomed on his face. He was just so pretty when he smiled like that. Stephen started moving his hand between your legs more insistently and you gave a surprised gasp, the action drawing you back to your physical form. Your hand pulled roughly at the hair on the nape of his neck and Stephen kissed you once more. He could feel the slick between your thighs…. not enough. You were still too nervous to lose yourself to the arousal the way he needed you to.
“Can I go down on you?” He asked
You blushed, “L-like… now?”
He bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh, “If you’d like that, yeah. It’ll help you relax.”
“I— well… what if it’s—“ You wrinkle your nose, “Isn’t it gross?”
Stephen snorted, “Okay… lesson number one. Any man who thinks eating you out is ‘gross’ isn’t worth your time.” He smiles and admits, “Besides, it’s one of my favorite things to do.”
You nod, “What do you need me to do?”
“Just lay back and enjoy it. Tell me what feels good.” He says running his thumb over your cheek, “That’s all.”
Stephen pulled you up to the head of the bed, making sure the pillows were arranged comfortably for you. He placed a kiss on your forehead and scooted back down to the foot of the bed. He pulled your legs apart using more force than before and lay on his stomach. He looked up to find you staring at the ceiling, your face and chest bright red. He thought your nervousness was adorable. He started by pressing his thumb through your folds and exploring until he found that spot that made your hips buck off the mattress. He rubbed delicate circles over the spot and heard you give a little sigh. He leaned down and carefully stuck his tongue out, dragging it through your folds. You gasped and gripped at the comforter, your chest rising and falling unevenly. He did it again with a bit more force and you let out a soft moan. He hummed happily at the sound, continuing to work over your clit.
You squeezed your eyes shut and felt yourself convulse as he started working at you consistently with his tongue. It was so… different. You’d always wondered how good oral would feel, but you couldn’t have imagined how good it felt in practice. You tugged at the comforter trying to keep yourself against the bed, trying not to start moving your hips and grinding against his face. You let out a breathy moan as you felt his tongue breach your hole. He thrust in and out a few times, giving his own groan. The noise sent a shockwave through your body and your hand found its way into his hair of its own accord. You realized how roughly you must have pulled and went to retract your hand, embarrassed, and afraid you might hurt him. 
He took his hand from your clit and put your hand back in his hair, his eyes boring into your own as he reassures, “I don’t mind. I like that too.” You nodded and thread your fingers back through his hair, giving a gentle tug and he smiled, “That’s a Good Girl.”
You whimpered, “It feels really good.”
“Yeah?” He asks with a smile, placing a kiss against your clit, “I’m gonna add my fingers, start stretching you out. Tell me if it hurts.”
You nod and Stephen leans back down, taking your clit between his lips. You turn your face and bury it into the pillow, whimpering. He swirled his tongue around the bud, and your hand pulled at his hair again. He brought one finger to your entrance and pushed in carefully. There was little resistance now that he had you a bit more relaxed. He pulled out and pushed back in a few more times before adding a second finger slowly. You gave a little whimper and he pulled away from your cunt to watch your face.
“Okay, Baby?”
“Just… a bit bigger than I’m used to.” You give a little laugh, “But it’s okay. It feels good.”
“Good.” He agrees, pumping his fingers in and out of you once more, curling them ever so slightly. He gives a grin when you give a cry of pleasure, your eyes rolling back in your head, “Never knew that spot was there, huh? Sweet little fingers not quite long enough to reach it.” 
“Oh… God.” You moan as he brushes against that spot again, “I was starting to think I just couldn’t—“ You writhe as he brings his lips back around your clit, “Stephen… yes!” You cry out to him
He moaned hearing you say his name like that. He’d thought about it enough times by now. His cock throbbed in the confines of his sweatpants, begging to be released. But he would wait until you made the first move, or until you told him it was what you wanted. If you decided you didn’t want to go any further tonight he’d be perfectly fine with that. Whatever made you feel safest, that’s what he wanted. He didn’t give a damn about his own release as long as you got what you were looking for.
“C’mon Baby. Let go for me. Let me see how pretty you look when you cum.” Stephen encourages
“Don’t stop.” You demanded, shoving his face back down to your cunt
He chuckled. There you were. You were opening up— figuratively and literally. Your legs falling open to allow him closer. Your snappy and commanding attitude coming out to play. Stephen worked at you intently, feeling your walls flutter around him, the little moans and whimpers falling from your lips. You tasted like heaven to him, sweet and salty like all his favorite treats. You were perfect. Beyond what he’d imagined in all his fantasies late at night, the door locked, his hand around his cock making slow work of himself.
“Fuck! Stephen!” You moaned
Your walls clamped down around him, but he didn’t stop. Your body shook with an orgasm ten times the force of your usual ones. You buried your face into the pillow and let out a bit of a scream. Your legs shut around Stephen’s head and he just smiled to himself. This would be the perfect way to die. 
“Oh m-my God!” You stutter out
Stephen wedged himself from between your legs and gave a shit-eating grin, “Mm… not quite, Honey.”
You give a breathless giggle as he crawls back up your body, stopping to lavish attention to your breasts once again. His tongue working around your nipples making you writhe. He quickly reattached his lips to your own and you moaned into his mouth, pulling harshly at his hair making him moan back at you. He tasted like you and it was intoxicating. Proof of where he’d just been, what he had done for you. You could feel his cock against your core. He was so hard, he must have been itching for some sort of relief.
He pulled away and asked, “Doing okay?”
You giggle again, “A bit better than okay, yeah.”
He laughs and presses his forehead to yours, “Yeah? That’s good.” He runs his thumb over your cheek and stares down at you softly, “Not uncomfortable? Everything feels okay?”
You watched the candlelight flicker in his eyes, the warm glow spreading over his skin. He himself was warm, the heat radiating off of him and against your skin. You ran your thumbs over the grey streaks in his hair. You moved down and traced the smile lines on his face, memorizing each and every one. You wanted to memorize every part of him over and over again. There was some solace in the fact that he wouldn’t forget the moment himself. With his mind he couldn’t. And Stephen had never been more grateful for his photographic memory in his life. You looked so angelic spread out in his bed, your hair a halo over your head. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and studied the blush on your cheeks. You were too stubborn to blush normally, but not here, not now. Not with him, not like this.
“Everything is perfect, Stephen.”
“You’re sure?”
You give him that gorgeous smile and he thought his heart would beat out of his chest when you whispered, “I’ve always imagined it would be you. Since the day I’ve met you…” You give a little sigh and redirect yourself before you say something better left unsaid, “It’s always you in my fantasies.” You give him big doe eyes and a shy smile, running your hand down his chest and asking “Can I see you, Stephen? I already know you’re better than anything I could have ever imagined.”
Stephen moaned at your words alone. You’d dreamed of him the way he’d dreamed of you— partially at the very least. 
You smile against his skin, “I see why you like to hear those sounds. It’s beautiful.” You tease, humming contentedly as he kisses your neck
“You’re sure, Baby?”
“I’m sure.”
Stephen rolled off of you and laid down. He unties his sweats slowly, tugging the pants off his legs and pushing them to the floor. You swallowed hard looking at the erection in his boxers. He was… very big. Stephen smiled to himself at the way your eyes went wide seeing the tent in his boxers. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your neck gently.
“What do you want to do?” He asks, “Straight to it or do you need a minute?”
“C-can I just touch you first?” You ask shyly
“Of course, Honey.” He agrees, taking your hand gently, “Do you want me to show you how?”
You nod and Stephen turns to face you, spreading his legs. He motions you forward and you sit in front of him on your knees. He scoots farther forward and brings your arms up to his shoulders. He leans in and kisses you softly and you follow. He brings his hand up to one of your own and slides it down to his chest slowly… then his abdomen. You can feel his abs tense against your touch and you can’t help but smile a little into the kiss. You grab at the hem of his shirt and Stephen pulls away from the kiss to let you lift it over his head. You stop for a moment, your breath catching in your chest seeing the muscles you’d always seen through too-tight tees and frequently stolen glances.
“You’re so… muscular.” You note aloud
Stephen chuckles, “Accidental benefit of the job.”
“I’m enjoying it.”
He laughs and brings your hands back to his chest, letting you feel his skin against your fingertips. He trails your hand a bit farther down, giving a bit of a groan as your hand comes into contact with his erection. You close your hand around him gently and begin palming him through his boxers. You’d never understood the phrase hard-on fully… you were starting to understand. You brought your hands to either side of his hips and pulled gently. Stephen raised his hips and watched as you stripped him naked. You gave a little whimper seeing him bare in front of you. He was flushed pink, a prominent vein running up the side of his cock… how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside you?
“One thing at a time.” Stephen says, seeming to read your thoughts, “Just wrap your hand around the base to start.” He instructs. You nod and reach down, wrapping your hand around him. He chuckled at the startled look on your face when he twitched in your hand and simply says, “It does that. Grip me a little tighter than that.”
“What if I hurt you?” You ask worriedly
Stephen brings a shaking hand to your cheek and says, “You aren’t going to hurt me. It’s not as sensitive as you’d expect— not like this. Different story with your mouth. If you’re worried about friction you can spit in your hand, or…” Stephen waves his hand in the air and a little bottle of clear liquid appears, “lube is a safe bet.”
You nod and remove your hand from his cock and hold it out. Stephen puts a bit of the gel in your hand and you rub it between your fingers before replacing your hand at his base. Stephen wraps his hand around yours and squeezes it a bit tighter until he feels a satisfying pressure.
“Now, just start stroking me up and down, slow to start.” He lifts your hand and guides it back down slowly, “Just like that, Honey.” He sighs, his eyes fluttering closed
You work your hand over him slowly as he showed you, from his base up until his head. Your hand slips a bit at one point, your fingers brushing over his head and he hisses. You immediately pull your hand away, but he grabs your wrist.
“You’re okay. The head is just a lot more sensitive than the rest of it. But not bad… definitely not bad. Feels good.” He says, “You’re alright. Keep going.”
You wrap your hand around him firmly once more and start working over him again. The more comfortable you got, the more confident you became in your strokes. You started running your thumb across his head as you jerked him, watching his face for any sign of discomfort, but seeing only flashes of pleasure. 
“That’s good, Honey. Little hand feels real nice wrapped around my cock.” 
You flushed at the filthy words combined with the praise. You liked that… a lot. Stephen noticed and smiled to himself. He was sure there was a freak buried beneath the inexperience. He thought if the two of you made this a more than one-time thing he’d eventually coax it out of you. But for now… slow and steady wins the race. He was pulled from his thoughts when your hand started working over him quicker, a moan of pleasure bubbling up from his throat. He looked down to find you smiling up at him. He smiled back and leaned back to rest on his elbows. 
“Do you have… protection?” You ask shyly
“Yeah, Honey.”
Stephen reaches behind him and opens his bedside table, digging around for a moment before producing the little foil-wrapped package you’d seen hundreds of times before in ads and commercials. He holds it out to you and you take it. You tear open the packet and Stephen can’t help but laugh at the look on your face.
“What’d you give it that look for?”
“Because it looks… flimsy.” You say, “How the hell does this do anything to prevent—“
“It’s a lot stronger than it looks.” Stephen reassures, “Effective ninety-nine percent of the time.”
“I don’t know about you, but that’s not as little room for error as I’d like.” You grumble
He chokes back a laugh and smiles at you, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, “We don’t have to go any farther if you don’t trust it. You can get on birth control—“
“I’m on birth control.” He gives you a funny look and looks to the condom and you explain, “I didn’t know how to ask you about STD’s… I just figure you— well, you seem like the kind of guy who sleeps with a lot of women— not that that’s a bad thing! I don’t care either way, but just from a safety—“
Stephen rolls his eyes and smiles, “I haven’t slept with anyone in… a long time now. Longer than I’d care to admit.”
“Oh…”
“But I’m clean, and if you are too…” He trails off, letting you make of the suggestion what you will
You blush furiously and stutter out, “Well— yeah. But…” You shrug, “I’d rather be extra safe than sorry.”
Stephen nods, “That’s okay, Y/N. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with, alright?”
You nod and lean forward, giving him a few more tugs before rolling the condom over his shaft. When you go to pull away, Stephen grabs your arms and instead pulls you forward into a kiss. He pulls you into his lap carefully and you give a little whine feeling his length tap against your lower lips. He smiles and pulls back, brushing the hair out of your eyes. You can tell by the way his eyes search your face that there’s clearly something on his mind, but he’s not sure how to say it yet.
You reach up and card your fingers through his hair, kissing across his jawline and down his neck before asking, “What is it, Steph?”
“It’s just… normally for someone’s first time they’d want to do missionary, right?” You nod and he continues, “But missionary requires me to be in a position that I can’t exactly hold for too long anymore.” He rushes to add, “And if it were just it being uncomfortable, I’d push through, but I’m afraid… if my hands and arms gave out, I wouldn’t want to accidentally crash into you. And if I try to use a spell to sustain them for that long, I won’t be able to really focus on you. And I want to focus on you. I need to make sure you’re okay. And if you’re afraid to do something other than missionary your first time, I’d understand, but you just can’t do it with… me.” Stephen’s eyes are pleading as he says, “I wouldn’t know how to live with myself if I slipped and hurt you like this.”
You give a small smile and pull Stephen’s hands from your waist up to your face. You kiss each of his palms roughly, ensuring he’ll feel it. You force his hands to cradle your face and he gives something like a sigh, his head lulling forward to rest his forehead against your own.
“What’s another position we can do, Stephen?” You ask, tracing over the scars on the back of his hands with your thumbs, “Because I need you to feel safe too.”
“I think either cowgirl or having you sit in my lap. Cowgirl you can control how deep I am… that might be for the best.”
“Oh, so you know your dick is huge?” You tease
He laughs and buries his face in the crook of your neck, “I know I’m… well endowed, yes. But how would you know? It’s the only dick you’ve ever seen.”
“That’s not true!” You object, “I’ve… seen them. I just haven’t had anything to do with any of them.”
“Well, I consider myself very lucky to be the first you will have anything to do with.”
Stephen turns and lays down with his head in the pillows, dragging you with him. His cock is between your folds and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling, your hips moving on their own accord, rubbing yourself against him. Stephen smiles, placing his hands on your hips to still you, making you pout down at him. He holds up the bottle of lube again and drips some into his hand, running it up and down his wrapped shaft. You felt yourself bite into your bottom lip watching him touch himself. You’d imagined it before, but nothing compared to the real thing.
“Sit back on your knees for me, Baby.” You do as he asks and he instructs, “Go slow, take your time, if it’s uncomfortable give your body a second to adjust. If it starts to hurt Iwant you to tell me and we’ll try a different position or stop, okay?”
You nod eagerly and agree, “Okay.”
Stephen holds himself upright for you and gives your hip a gentle squeeze. You move forward and take him in hand yourself, lining him up with your entrance. You immediately feel a strong stretching sensation but will yourself to at least take a bit below his head. You feel yourself wince, one of your hands coming to grab at Stephen’s wrist as his hands rest on your waist. Stephen gives a groan, throwing his head back in the pillows and squeezing his eyes shut. HIs hands travel to your hips and he grabs them with much more force than you’re used to with him.
“Are you okay?” You ask concerned
“Baby…” He gives a breathy little laugh, “I am far beyond okay. Haven’t got any idea how good it feels, do you?”
You blush and smile at your misinterpretation of his reaction, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Sweet of you to check on me.” Stephen says, trying to keep his hold on your hips steady, “How’s it feel?”
“Stings a little.” You admit
He nods, “That’s normal, you’re okay.”
You nod and close your eyes tight as you sink down farther. The sting persists and you give a little whimper as you try to force yourself down farther. 
“Hey, uh-uh. Give yourself a— shit…” He practically growls before continuing, “a minute.”
You were already pulsing around him. He could feel every little flutter around his cock and it was making it very, very hard not to move. You’d already taken him in about halfway with your over-extended second go. He looked back up at your face and saw your eyes closed, your top teeth worrying your bottom lip. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths in and out. Stephen carefully moved his hand you weren’t holding to your clit and pressed softly against the nub. You gave a little whimper, your body shaking at the contact. After a while, he felt you relax around him a bit and looked back down to where you were connected. You felt so damn good— so impossibly tight even as you started to relax.
“That’s it, Honey. Just relax for me, yeah? You’re doing so good.”
“C’n I move again?”
“If you’re ready. Just… be gentle with yourself, okay? We’ve got all night.”
“Want you in me now.” You whine
Stephen withheld a moan at your desperate little plea, “I know, Baby. I want to be in you. I’m gonna be, we’ll get there. But I’d rather you take it sl—“ Stephen was cut short by both his and your moaning as you sunk down farther, your hands coming to rest on his chest, “F-fuck, Honey. Alright… Christ.” He breathed out as your walls clamped down around him
You looked down at him, tears crowding your lash line— a little dizzy from the pinch deep inside you— but still conscious and feeling well enough to shoot back, “Not quite, Steph.”
He gave a breathless sort of laugh and you couldn’t help but giggle at your own smart-ass. He reached up and ran his thumb beneath your eye, concern etched into his brow. That little bump always showed up between his brow when he was worried. You reached out, balancing yourself on one hand, and tried to soothe it away. He seemed to realize what you were trying to do and relaxed his face. You cupped his cheek and leaned forward a bit to kiss his lips. the reach forced him to slide out of you a bit and you whimpered into his mouth at the feeling. The sting was slowly starting to fade— still there, but not quite so insistent— replaced with a fullness you couldn’t quite explain.
You rocked yourself back on him again, listening to your body and only taking what you felt you could at the moment. Stephen moaned below you and you felt your cunt throb from the sound. It was so deep and rich and beautiful. You imagined if you could taste the noise it would be a bit like honey.
“Squeezing me so tight. Not gonna last long like that.” Stephen teases
“C-can’t help it. S’big.”
“Fuck… cock too big for you, Baby? Not enough room in that p-pretty little pussy?” You just nodded and he smiled up at you, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit. I know you can take it all. Just give yourself time to adjust, Honey. You’re doin’ s-so good for me.”
He knew he was only making it worse for himself. Every time he whispered something filthy you only seemed to squeeze around him tighter, but he just couldn’t help it. Having you all needy and wanton was driving him crazy. Every time you pushed back onto him your little whimpers created the sweetest symphony he’d ever heard. You were so warm and inviting, inside and out. He could have lost himself in you forever. You stopped rocking on him and he watched as you took in a deep breath. You let it out slowly and forced yourself to take the rest of him while you still had the courage. You winced in pain and braced yourself using Stephen’s shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. Stephen let out a moan so embarrassingly loud he was sure anyone in the Sanctum could have heard it. He brought his arms around your back and ran his hands over your soft skin slowly. 
“There you go, Baby. That’s a good girl. You okay?” He moved his hands to your face and your eyes fluttered open, a tear running down the side of your face, “Talk to me, Y/N. What’re you feeling?”
“It’s… it’s okay. S-stings some, but I’m f-fine.” You force out shakily
“You promise me it doesn’t hurt?”
“Yes. I mean— it doesn’t feel great at the moment, but I’m not hurt.”
“My deepest condolences.” Stephen apologizes, brushing away another stray tear, “If it’s any consolation… you feel amazing.”
You give a little giggle mixed with a choked sob, “Thanks.”
Stephen smiles up at you softly, “It’s just uncomfortable? That’s all?” He presses, clearly unconvinced given the presence of tears streaming down your face
“I- I just feel a lot right now.” You admit quietly, “Not just physically, but…” You choke up again and look away from him, “just a lot, that’s all.
“C’mere.” Stephen pulls you down gently so you’re laying on his chest, praying you won’t hear his heart trying to burst from it, “It’s okay, Honey. I’ve got you.”
“M’sorry I’m crying.” You whisper against his neck
“Luckily for both of us, you still look awfully cute when you cry.”
You giggle again, “Shut up, Stephen.”
“Why? I mean it.”
You tilt your head up and place your forehead against his, “You’re such a flirt.”
Stephen didn’t fully process what he was saying before admitting, “Only with you…” Your eyes went a bit wide and he rushed to try and fix his mistake, “I mean— who wouldn’t want to flirt with you? You’re…” Perfect? Beautiful? Kind? “you.”
You smile at him and give a little shrug, “Nothing too special about that.”
Stephen hesitated for a moment before lamenting, “Everything about that is special to me.”
You didn’t know how else to respond to something so sweet at a time like this, so you just kissed him. You pressed his lips to yours and kissed him like it was the last time you’d ever kiss anyone. Your heart swelled at such a sweet lamentation, and you weren’t sure if it was just a result of him being inside you, but you wanted to believe it for now. So you let yourself. You wanted to believe you were special to him the way he was to you, in so many more ways than just this instance. So you let yourself believe it. You stole the air straight from his lungs when you kissed him. It was passionate and insistent and sweet and tender all at once. When you pulled away, Stephen thought he would get a chance to catch his breath and was promptly proven incorrect as you sat up and started slowly sliding yourself over him again.
You gave a little whimper that turned into a moan. There was still a slight burn, but the stretch was starting to feel… nice? Relieving? Whatever it was, you weren’t wanting it to stop. Stephen watched as you sat up, pausing for a moment before starting to rock your hips back and forth. He threw his head back, his hands grasping at your hips as he attempted to stay grounded to this plane of reality. Your movements were confident, your hips arching forward and your chest following, your tits bouncing with your every motion. He reached up and ran his fingers over your pebbled nipples and you threw your own head back, a gasp leaving your lips.
“That’s it, Baby. Use my cock, make yourself feel good. K-keep rocking back and forth on me, just like that. Pussy feels so good…” You twitched around him and he can’t help but tease, “You like hearing how good you’re doing for me, don’t you?” You could only nod, too afraid to speak and let loose the noises you were currently keeping trapped in your throat, “Let me hear you. Moan for me, Baby. I want to know how good it feels.” 
“S-so good. Stretching me… oh, God… S-stephen. Cock feels so good.” You felt his nails digging into your hips and a small groan leave his parted lips, “It’s… so big. I feel so f-f-full.” You stammer out with a whine, “Need more.”
Stephen stilled your rocking and pulled up on your hips. You rose up a bit and sank down gently at first. It didn’t take long until you felt you were driving yourself over him again and again, and you just wanted more and more. You could feel him everywhere and you needed to keep feeling him like that. Stephen was mesmerized by you. Every little twitch, flutter, spasm, face, touch. You were everything to him— the same as you had been since he met you. 
“Oh… fuck.” You whimpered
“You sound so pretty, Honey. Look so pretty b-bouncing up and down on my dick.” He grinned feeling your cunt clench hard around him, but the realization crashing around him, “I-I don’t think I’m ganna last—“
You shake your head, “S’okay. Don’t— oh…” You squeezed your eyes shut tight as you came down just a bit too quickly, but pressed on, “Can’t cum more th-than once usually. N’… n’s too much. S’okay. Just want to make you f-feel good, Steph. Wanna make you cum.”
He groaned, “Want me to cum for you? Huh? Just want to make me feel good right now?”
You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, “Yes, p-please. Wanna be good for you.”
He moaned into your parted lips, “Fuck, Baby. You’re so good for me, m-makin’ me feel so good. Tight little pussy feels so nice wrapped around me.” He gropes at your ass roughly, “Keep talking to me. Tell me what you want.”
“Cum… please.” You beg, “Want you to cum. P-please. Need to make you feel good, Steph. Need you to feel good.” You whimper into his ear, “S-Stephen, please…”
“Shit— fucking take it.”
Stephen’s arms came around your back, trapping you in a death grip. Your own arms finding their way up, hands threading through into his hair and pulling harshly. He hissed in delight and you gave a little cry as he thrust up into you roughly two times before releasing a guttural moan straight into your ear. You could feel him twitching inside you, his hips thrusting upward more gently a few times, his arms still wrapped around you tight, his breathing sporadic the same as yours. One of his hands went to your hair and he ran a shaky hand over it, placing kisses against your cheeks and forehead. Your hands fell from his hair to his chest, feeling the slight dampness of perspiration. Stephen came down from his high with a start realizing what he’d just done.
“Fuck, I’m sorry—“ Stephen immediately went to apologize for his roughness with you, a hushed whisper filled with concern and dread
You pulled your hand up and over his mouth, “Uh-uh. Don’t be sorry. I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.” 
Stephen’s eyes are a bit wide, his lips quirked into a bit of a smile as you pull your hand from his mouth. You rest your forehead against his, both of you still trying to catch your breath, your tears long gone. You break out into a full-blown grin and start giggling like crazy. Stephen— beside himself at such a reaction— can do little but laugh as well. A rich, deep beautiful laugh to match the baritone of his voice. He gently pats your ass and you raise off of him enough to free him. He gently rolls you over and then rolls off the bed himself.
“Lay right there for a minute, Hon. Be right back.”
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Stephen came traipsing back in with a pair of boxers on and nothing else. God… what a sight to see. He went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a tee and came back over, crawling into the bed. He sat next to you crisscrossed and brought a damp, warm rag down over your forehead and cheeks, folding it and running it under your eyes carefully. You watched the way he watched you as he worked, his eyes carefully trained wherever he was wiping down, the little crease in his brow back in full swing as he looked for any potential harm. He grabbed your hands and wiped them off carefully before running it over your chest, his eyes lingering there for just a second too long— not that you minded. He traveled farther and ran the rag over your pubic bone before glancing up at you.
“You’re gonna be sore. I just want to clean you off real quick, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”
“M’kay…” You hum out lazily, reveling in his careful attention
You winced a little, but for the most part, your body was still high enough on adrenaline that you didn’t feel a thing. He helped you sit up and shrug on one of his old ratty tee’s. Certainly a downgrade from what he’d first seen you in tonight, but you were still the most splendid thing he’d ever laid eyes on in the galaxy. You laid back down, threw your arms over your head, closed your eyes, and let out a steady breath. 
And Stephen just kneeled there on his bed looking at you. The sex had been good, sure. It wasn’t mind-blowing, but it had been soft and sweet and he hoped everything you were looking for. In his old life— what felt like a past life— he would have never taken from you what he just did. It was actually a rule of thumb. He was plagued by the same patriarchal bullshit and arrogance as every other man of his status in America, and he thought to have a woman like that meant they’d be groveling at his feet the rest of their lives, emotionally bonded to him by the experience. And he guessed now he wasn’t any better since he was hoping by some miracle you would do just that. Maybe it wouldn’t be real, or maybe it would. But he just wanted you to feel the same way he felt for you. You were… everything to him and more. But how do you say that to someone if you don’t know for certain they feel the same way? How do you ask someone to stick themselves into this world when they have a perfectly normal and wonderful chance at lif—
“You’re brooding.” Your voice snaps him back to reality, “Then again, you usually are, so I suppose I should be grateful for the lack of change.” Stephen heard you, you knew he did because the bump in his brow disappeared. But he just kept sitting there staring at you, so you asked, “Steph? What’s wrong?”
“I meant what I said.” He whispers, “I only flirt with you. And not just because you’re you and who wouldn’t want to flirt with you— that is to say, not just because you’re pretty and any man in their right mind would do a double take to get another look at you. But because…” He huffs and gives a dry sort of laugh, “Well… because you’re you. That didn’t make any sense…” You sit up in the bed and look him over carefully but he continues before you can start, “You’re special to me. I care about you in a way I haven’t cared for anyone in a… long, long time, Y/N. Every moment of your time you offer me… it’s my favorite thing in the world. I’m never happier than when I’m with you.” He looks you dead in the eye to ensure, “And I mean that.”
Your heart is thrumming wildly in your chest, you try to speak but choke on your words and all you can stupidly ask is, “Was the sex that good?”
Stephen gives something between a scoff and a laugh, “N— well, yes. The sex was good. But that’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” You ask, a little lilt to your voice, a hint of desperation that doesn’t go unnoticed by you or him
Which makes Stephen feel a bit more confident as he asks plainly, “Would you want to go on a date sometime? A real one? Where I like… bring you flowers and you dress up for me like you did for the sucker that bailed on you tonight and I take you somewhere nice?” Your eyes are wide as you stare back at him before muttering something under your breath. Stephen scoots a bit closer and asks, “Come again?”
“‘Y— you look nice tonight… did he finally ask you?’” 
A grin spreads on your face and without another thought you launch yourself into his arms, effectively sending you both to the mattress from the absolute shock of the action. You laugh and place several kisses across Stephen’s face before taking it in your hands and pressing a very thorough kiss to his lips. You pull back and find Stephen staring up at you in a mix of confused delight, not entirely unhappy about the position he’s found himself in, though a bit fuzzy on the details of how he got there. But his heart is swelling, his head dizzy, a stupid smile on his face all the proof he needs to know it’s exactly where he wants to be.
“I think a date would be very nice.” You finally agree after a bit of giggling like the little ray of sunshine he sees you as, “That way you can buy me dinner before you throw me in your bed like any gentleman would do.”
He scoffs, eyes wide but a grin on his lips, “You asked me to fuck you!”
“And if you were a gentleman you would have said we needed to eat dinner first.” You tease
Stephen pulls you down and kisses you, nipping at your bottom lip and pulling away to reply, “I have claimed to be many things in my life: a genius, a scholar, a prodigy in the mystical arts, a—“
You hold up your hand, “I’m gonna stop you there and guess you’ve never claimed to be a gentleman.”
“Not once.”
“Hmm… I’ll have to fact-check that with a few sources.”
“Christine is not a reliable source.” Stephen immediately defends
You laugh, “Can’t wait to see what she thinks about this… she was starting to wonder if you’d ever ball up—“
“Hey!”
“In your defense, I did tell her there was no way you liked me like that.”
“And what did she say?”
“That I was an idiot.”
Stephen tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, “Well…”
“I can retract my acceptance of being your date.”
He wraps his arms around you tight and twists to spoon you, a playful tone as he asks, “Trying to skip the date and get right back to the good part again, huh?”
“Mm… you owe me three dates before you can propose such a ridiculous idea.”
He presses a kiss to your cheek and agrees without hesitation, “Deal.”
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fragileruns · 9 months
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hihi! happy release of speak now tv!! could i request remus lupin x reader, to sparks fly. just some good ol’ fluff, maybe they’re both pinning for eachother or something? would be terrific 😋💜
sparks fly | remus lupin.
hi, lovely! i hope this was what you wanted, if not please feel free to request any changes or let me know!! thank you so much for your request, i had so much fun writing this and i LOVE pining remus!
content warnings: gender neutral reader (i believe, pls send me any corrections), reader has hair, lovesick & pining remus/reader, kissing in the rain, not proofread)
speak now (taylor’s version) event!
Remus Lupin was a hard person to get to know. He wasn’t rude necessarily, he just wasn’t really out there. Not like the group he surrounded himself with, especially the two marauders known as James and Sirius. No, Remus was quiet and reserved. He didn’t like to let people get in too close, and it was why it had been difficult for you to even be able to consider yourself friends.
You had always liked him, always wanted to get to know him. Always gotten flustered anytime you were nearby him. At first, it was a typical hallway crush: you didn’t really talk to him, you just thought he was attractive and sweet. But, after you had started spending time together (kudos to Sirius, who had called you over to where they were sitting one morning for breakfast and forced you two to talk. Unbeknowst to you, Remus had been harboring a similar hallway crush and his friend was desperate to make him ask you out), that silly crush had developed into a much deeper pining.
You tend to forget about all of the red flags whenever you’re around him. You ignore how he disappears every month, how he has a tendency to fly off the handle on certain weeks and how anything can set him off at that time, how he never wants to talk about himself or his past. How, despite him knowing almost everything about you, you know hardly anything about him. It’s easy to forget all of that when he’s having a good day. When he apologizes if he was harsh, and when he gives you those soft eyes filled with regret. When he leans in to fix the tie of your school uniform or fix your hair. It’s so, so easy to forget.
But then, you go back to your dorm and you remember it all. Your mind tries to put the pieces in place, and you fail everytime, always chalking it up to him having a bad day and hoping tomorrow will be better.
Today had been one of those days where he was apologizing. Apologizing for snapping at you yesterday, for asking you to give him space in such a harsh way. You didn’t deserve that, he knew that. He wanted to kick himself for always putting so much on you, he wanted to make it up to you.
“Come on,” he had been tugging your hand, a soft smile on his face as he pulled you through the doors. He had yet to tell you where he was taking you, only that he had a surprise and you’d see soon enough. You had asked if it was your birthday or something, confused why he was so eager for whatever he had in store, and he simply said it was a grand gesture for his being such a jerk the other day.
“Remus, are we almost there? My feet hurt,” you complained, a whine in your voice and he only laughed, pulling you further. You both had to keep your voice low, walking around the outside schoolgrounds when you were supposed to be in your common rooms for curfew.
“Just a few more steps, promise,” he assured you, and you were slightly concerned over his giddiness. He was never this happy. You decided not to question it, though, only admiring his smile from where you were walking a bit behind him. Your chest felt warm at the idea of him being so happy over something he had done for you. It had you almost believing this pining feeling was mutual.
You shut up your complaining for a while, partly scared of ruining this nice moment. Luckily, Remus hadn’t been totally lying when he said just a few more steps, and it wasn’t long until he was pulling you to the quidditch field.
He turned around and grinned at you, and you only furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What was so special about the quidditch field? You had opened your mouth to question him, but he quickly stepped out of your view, putting on full display the picnic he had set up. It wasn’t a ton, mainly snacks and desserts since it was so late at night.
“I wanted to do it during the day but James refused to give up his practice time. So, night time picnic it is,” he explained, grabbing your hand again to pull you towards the setup. You were scarily silent, and he was worried he overstepped: worried this was what made you finally notice his feelings for you, and that he’d run you off. “Do you like it? Is it too much? I just - I felt really bad about being so harsh, and I wanted you to know I didn’t mean it. I was just having a rough week.”
“No, no - it’s not too much. It’s great. But, Remus,” you started, his side turning to face you now, and you begged yourself not to look into his puppy-like eyes because you knew you’d get distracted, “you don’t have to apologize. It’s okay to have a bad day. You’re allowed.”
“I have a lot of bad days. More than most people.”
“Maybe, but I don’t mind.”
“You should. I put you through too much,” he frowned, and somewhere within your conversation, you had both sat down, but he kept a hold of your hand. He was rubbing shapes into your palm, and you assumed it was more for him than it was for you.
“Seriously, Remus. It’s okay. I wouldn’t go through it if I thought it was too much. Or if I didn’t think you were worth it,” you assured him, your head tilting slightly as he finally looked up at you, something different in his eyes. Something you hadn’t noticed before.
“You’re so good. You’re too good,” he mumbled, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear or not so you pretended not to. “Please tell me you’re just pretending and you’re not actually that oblivious.”
“What?” A confused expression came over your face again at the sudden statement, pulling your hand from his as you sat up straighter. Had you missed something?
“Us. Me - my feelings for you. You seriously haven’t noticed?” He questioned, seemingly in disbelief at whatever it was you had failed to take note of. “I’ve been in love with you since I saw you. I - why else would I take you on a picnic at night? I don’t just treat everyone like this.”
Your eyes widened, your mouth parted and for a moment, he worried he said the wrong thing. “You’re in love with me?”
“Is that okay?”
“It’s more than okay,” you responded, giddiness lacing your tone and you couldn’t help the grin that slowly overtook your features. It seemed as if he couldn’t help it, either. He leaned in closer, and you thought he might kiss you. He looked like he wanted to.
“I have to tell you something, first. Because it wouldn’t be fair to you, if I didn’t. And I know this might change how you see me,”
“Nothing would change how I see you,” you interrupted. He ignored it.
“But you deserve to know,” he finished, and he glanced up at the sky for a moment. Then, he closed his eyes and you had a thousand different scenarios running through your mind. None good, not after seeing how much it seemed to pain him to tell you.
“I’m a werewolf,” he finally said under his breath, and this time you know he didn’t want you to hear him, but he needed you to.
“Is that all?”
“Is that - uh, yeah, that’s all. You’re not surprised?” He looked confused, his eyebrows furrowed in a perfect way, and he didn’t understand why you so willingly accepted it.
“I mean, kinda. But, why would that change anything? It’s not your fault. It would never change how I see you.”
After that, he can’t hold himself back. He finally lets himself kiss you, nothing stopping him at this point, and you’re glad he does. His hands softly cup your cheek, and yours quickly find their way to his hair. He acts like he’s trying to kiss away all of the pain he had caused, though you weren’t sure there was any anymore. The kiss is soft and sweet, with months of prolonged pining poured into it.
And then, a teardrop. At first, neither of you notice it, too captured by each other’s presence. But then, it starts pouring down rain, and that’s harder to ignore. He reluctantly pulls away, and your eyes shut at the sudden wetness.
“I guess you didn’t think to check the weather?” You questioned, voice raised a bit so that he could hear you over the downpour. He shook his head and you thought you heard a ‘sorry’ come from his mouth. You couldn’t help but laugh at his disappointed expression, and his head nearly snapped with as quick as he tried to look at you.
The both of you quickly got up, having to run inside to try and escape getting too soaked, though you assumed it was too late for that. After you managed to get inside, he turned to you with a small smile.
“I’m sorry I ruined our date.”
“Was it a date?” You asked, and he glared at you, making you grin. “Okay, kidding. But you didn’t ruin it. It was fun. Do you not like rain?”
“Not when I’m trying to kiss my longtime crush,” he joked, but he was happy you didn’t seem to mind.
“You can still kiss them,” you responded, and he didn’t have to take a moment to consider it. You were glad to give in, despite the feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin, which only got worse when he pressed to you. You could feel the raindrops dripping from his hair, and his hand was wet where it held your hip, but you didn’t care. You could feel sparks fly, and you knew all the pining had made this worth it.
“Lupin. Y/L/N. Go back to your rooms. And please, dry off before you sneak back in next time,” A voice came out loud, and you both felt a towel thrown at you. You pulled away to see Mcgonagall shaking her head at both of you before walking away. You grabbed the towel from the floor and turned to Remus, who was only smiling back at you, a lovesick look in his eyes.
“Totally worth it.”
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fandomwritingbit · 11 months
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I don't know about you, but tests and all that scary stuff is coming around for me next week, and all year I've been having horrible little thoughts about William lately.
So get this, lets say you actually study for that type of stuff (i know i don't) and you just can't get the information to stick in your head!
✨Magically!✨ You or Will, idrc comes up with the bright idea on how to get it to stick in your head by sitting on his dick and reading or going over whatever you've gotta remember
i might've read this somewhere butttttt, i'm a needy little whore at 1 am lets goooo
Before I forget, I love your fics and I have never submitted one before so...! As usual, drink your water, eat some food, and remember to get rest! unlike some of us Lastly, don't forget to sexualize your favorite old man/woman/other
Hi, thanks for the request, this one was an absolute joy to recieve, I love all your little asides lol. Please feel free to send others!
Exams season is a killer and I really hope you get what you want out of it, just remember that tests and numbers and shit don't define you as a person Xx
That being said, whilst this may not be the most optimal way to study, its certainly the most enjoyable...
william afton x (gn)reader
A/N- Reader's between 18 and early 20s. William is a neighbour, for my plot convenience lmao.
You're sitting at the kitchen table to do some studying today, rather than barricaded in your room as usual. You'd read something online about a change of scenery being good for remembering stuff and because your parents were out it seemed a good opportunity.
With each passing minute, you dawned to the conclusion that that post was bollocks because it wasn't working.
You had your laptop open in front of you, surrounded by a frankly obnoxious amount of papers, trying to wrap your head around content for an exam tomorrow. But each time you wrote a line it was like your mind was rubbed blank, Men in Black style. It was so frustrating, and you knew you should have done it earlier but, good god, why was it so hard to remember anything?
So engrossed in feeling inadequate, you flip the laptop shut angrily, tilting your head back so it touched the chair in anguish. Defeated. It was as you did this that you clocked a figure in the kitchen doorway, making your body jerk up-right and turn round in one fluid moment.
Keep reading
"Mr Afton, how long hav- what are you doing here?" you blurt out, quick to try and compose yourself, you weren't physically or mentally ready for guests, especially ones you'd been casually hooking up with since you moved back home.
"Just dropping this off for your dad. I didn't want to interrupt cos you seem to be... trying not to cry?" 
He laughed as he said the last part, moving over towards you and helping himself to a chair. Pushing all your papers to the side without asking. "What's wrong then, been missing me?"
Usually you'd laugh at that but you just shrug at him, half angry at his expression and half at your situation. "You know, I could fucking cry." You do manage a laugh, but its shaky, "Because I'm going to fucking fail this fucking exam because I can't drill any of this shit through my fucking thick fucking skull." You rattle off quickly, each use of 'fucking' harsher than the last.
...
You hadn't really meant to let any of that out. But frustration had taken hold a bit too strongly there.
Afton just stared at you for a few seconds, his lips pressed into a hard line and you could tell he was trying not to laugh at you. You were a bit unsure how you'd react if he did.
After a few moments of silence you place your forehead in your hands and mutter 'sorry'.
"You're alright. Though you shouldn't be studying whilst you're upset, no wonder nothings going in."
"...If you tell me to calm down, I'll lose it." you say, head still in hands, laughing a bit at how much this was bothering you, it was an exam, a booklet of paper, what kind of melt would be this upset. Literally everyone else, you suppose. You take a deep breath.
"Right. Uh when's the test?" he asks you, half looking at a sheet of notes, his interest quickly peaked.
You laugh shortly. "9am."
"Then you've got... What, 20 hours? You've got time to calm down and revise." He put his hand on your shoulder, "You, sweetheart, need to relax."
You swat his hand away, laughing at his cockiness you could tell where this was going, "That's why you came over then? Heard dad's car door shut and your shoes were half-on I'll bet?"
He flashed you a smarmy grin, "You're not far wrong." You shake your head, messing about with this prick was the last thing you should be doing, but the first thing you needed.
"You know, if this type of revision isn't working for you... I heard that associating information with a sense can help you remember things."
You could hardly believe him, seeing you upset and still vying for what he came for. A risky move, Really. You suppose it took cojones, could have made you want to grab a hold of his, or squash them under your shoe.
"Oh yeah?" you ask sarcastically, "What are you suggesting?"
~
You're not sure how long it took for fresh marks to appear on your neck and your pants to be around your ankles, but you quickly find yourself sitting on his lap and letting his cock slip inside you.
As familiar as the low grunt from behind your ear was becoming, the feeling of him stretching you open always surprised you.
You raise your hips up and press back down again, moaning slightly, he let you slowly ride him for a few moments before, just as your rhythm increased, he grabbed your hips.
"Easy," his voice was thick, brushing against your neck, "You're supposed to be fucking studying."
You groan your protest, a hair away from booing him. "What is it you study again?" His question makes you laugh and you lean back against him with your back arching, causing him to grunt. He gripped your hips harder now forcing you still.
"Fuck 's sake. History."
He hummed in your ear, thinking for a minute, whilst your body throbbed around him desperate for some kind of stimulation. "And what's this on?" He could tell you were aching for something so he pushed you forwards, dragging you back, the angle allowing him to press so fucking deep.
"Come on, sweetheart."
"Civil war. Spanish."
Your gruff answer mirrored his growing frustrations.
"And uh... I don't- who won that?" The fact he couldn't move inside your tight hole was making him white-knuckled with restraint.
"-Nationalists."
With your one word answer that was enough studying for the both of you. He started to move your hips along him, letting your eager pace take over.
You knew that you were going to be up all night doing this now, but you didn't really mind.
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strawberrysands · 7 months
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Secret Love - Spencer Reid pt.1
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Word count: 1,5k exactly lol
Warnings: Ususal criminal minds gore, talk of anxiety and panic attack
Summary of whole series: Reader joined the BAU not because she wanted to, but because she was forced to. For the sake of her younger brother, she has to lie to the best profilers in the world. How long can she keep this up?
If you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to do so with me. My dm's are always open :)
“We have a case." Hotch announced over the bullpen.
About a month ago, you had joined the BAU. And that month had been one of the most incredible ones of your life. If you could forget the fact that your little brother's life was on the line if you didn't do what was expected of you. 
Before the FBI, you had worked at the CIA for roughly seven years at the department against sex crimes. Your supervisor, a woman named Anne Miller, had for some reason a huge interest in the BAU. She wanted to know EVERYTHING about everyone who worked there. Because you worked in your department the longest, she knew you and how to manipulate you the best.
"I have an offer." She had said about two months ago.
"An offer?" You had inquired, not sure where it would go.
"Come with me." Anne had guided you to an interrogation room, locking the door behind you.
"You're getting a transfer. To the FBI." She had stated. You had looked at her sheepishly, confused as to why the hell you got a transfer without you or anyone else requesting it.
"Why?" You had wanted to know.
"You don't ask questions." She had said sternly, suddenly being a completely different person than the woman you had gotten to know. Now it really seemed like she was interrogating you.
"You're going to the BAU." She had continued, "And you're going to find out EVERYTHING about everyone there. I want to know where they live, what their favorite food is, everything. Most importantly, I want you to get into Aaron Hotchner's life. His wife was killed not too long ago, and there are still suspicions around Hotchner killing Foyet. I want you to get to the bottom of it."
"Why would I do that?" You had said, not caring about what she said before. Then, something happened that you never could have imagined. Anne Miller, a gentle and caring woman, or so she seemed, slapped you right across the face.
"Was I not clear?" She'd hissed while you held your cheek in shock. "You don't ask questions. Besides, this little guy's life is on the line. Is that no reason enough?"
She had slid you a picture of you and your little brother, Tommy. You couldn't help it; a single tear slid down your face.
"What?" You had whispered, astonished. "Please, don't hurt him." You pleaded with her.
"I won't." She had said coldly. "As long as you do exactly as I say."
"Why are you doing this? What happened to you?" Your voice trembled, daring to ask a question.
"The 'why' is none of your business. Now, you transfer in a month to Virginia. I'd say, spend your free time with Tommy. Virginia is a long way from Georgia, and if you don't do as I asked, well..." She ripped the picture in half, sending a clear enough message of what would happen.
You got up from your desk and headed to the conference room where Garcia had already put up pictures of the bodies.
"3 women were found dead in Atlanta, Georgia." Garcia started.
"Looks like just any murder to me. Why'd they call in the BAU?" Derek asked.
"Because," Garcia continued, turning away from the board, and clicking her remote, "they were missing their eyes."
Even though the pictures were horrifying, there was some sort of order to it.
"Looks like the eyes are surgically removed, not just ripped out." You remarked.
"So does he have anatomical knowledge?" Prentiss wondered out loud.
"You know, 'no eyes' represents privacy, anonymity, and visual censorship. It suggests the idea that one can remain hidden or unidentified." Reid said, making you smile at his wits.
"So, he wants his victims to remain unidentified?" Rossi wondered.
"Or more literally; he just doesn't want his victims to see." JJ remarked.
"See what? Getting killed? Most sexual sadists get off on the victim witnessing their torture." You countered, and now it was Reid's turn to be impressed. 
"Or he felt remorse. Maybe he took their eyes out after the kill because they saw their torture." Morgan added.
"There isn't really any sign of torture other than their eyes though..." Prentiss stated the obvious.
"Alright, looks like we're going to Georgia. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch said.
"You ready?" Derek asked you back at the bullpen.
"For what?" You asked, confused.
"Your first case."
You frowned. "This isn't the first case I've done since I'm here."
"Yeah sure, but it's the first one out of state. You know, with the jet and all." 
You smiled. "Yeah, I'm not a bad flyer." That was a straight lie through your teeth. You hated flying; you were terrified of it.
"Good. It can get bumpy sometimes." Morgan said with a toothy grin.
You chuckled uncomfortably and noticed Reid frown at you, and he came towards you.
"It's okay to not like flying, you know." He said with a comforting smile.
"Oh, I know. I get nauseous sometimes, that's all." You said, and he seemed to believe your lie.
"I'm sure you'll be fine." He said, placing a hand on your lower back for a few seconds before leaving to get his go-bag.
You stood there frozen for a few seconds with a giddy smile on your face. The place his hand had been just a few seconds earlier felt like it was on fire. 
What you didn't notice however, was JJ and Emily stood a few meters away, grinning stupidly at the little interaction. 
On the way to the plane though, you couldn't help but let one of your nervous ticks shine through. Your leg started bouncing in the car, no matter how hard you tried to stop it.
Spencer noticed since he was sitting right next to you and placed his hand on your thigh. 
"You okay?" He whispered, and your leg immediately stilled. The warmth of his hand was enough to make your insides melt.
You shrugged. "Of course."
He gave your thigh one last squeeze before retracting his hand, almost making you pout.
"Alright Garcia, what do you have?" JJ asked through the webcam on the plane. You felt uneasy and tried to focus on the case to make it go away.
"The three women were all from central Atlanta, all in their 30s to 40s, and all married. They also had at least one child each." Garcia said.
"So, marriage and children are the only similarity? Nothing in their jobs, hobbies...?" Rossi wondered.
"Well, apart from their similar looks, nada nopes, my loves." She replied.
"Alright. JJ, I want you and Dave to come with me to set up at the field office in Atlanta." Hotch announced. "Prentiss and Morgan, I want you to go to the crime scene. Reid, you, and Y/l/n go to the coroner. See if there's anything they missed." 
Everyone agreed to their jobs and settled in to try and get some rest before the plane landed. You, however, felt your flight anxiety bubble up again.
"I'm going to the bathroom." You announced, wobbly on your feet. You don't quite remember walking to the bathroom; suddenly you were sat on the floor of the bathroom breathing heavily. Everything suddenly just came down on you; the stupid plane, the case, and most of all, the danger your brother was in. Tears started sliding down your face as you covered your mouth with your hands to minimize the sounds you were making. 
"Y/n?" You heard softly outside the door. Spencer. Fuck. What the hell were you supposed to do? You couldn't focus anymore; the walls were closing in on you. Suddenly, you saw Spencer's face in front of you. You saw his lips move but couldn't make out what he was saying. All you knew was that you were gasping for air and that it didn't seem to come to you.
"Breathe, y/n, breathe. You're okay. I've got you." He kept saying.
"In through your nose, out through your mouth. Wanna do it together?" He offered. And as stupid as it may have looked, you nodded and did the breathing exercise with him. Slowly, your vision started to turn normal again and you could see Spencer in front of you. His caramel eyes had something soothing.
"There you go. Welcome back." He said kindly. "Is it okay if I touch you?"
"Yeah." You breathed, letting out a sob.
He took your hands in his and slowly started rubbing circles with his fingers.
"Wanna talk about it?" He offered, but you immediately shook your head.
"That's okay." He smiled. "Don't worry about the team. They don't know what's going on." You sighed, another worry less. You wiped your tears of your face and hoped you looked half decent.
"Do I look okay to go back?" You asked.
"You look perfect." He said smoothly and your heart fluttered.
"Come on." He stood up and offered you his hand to pull you up. "We're about to land."
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jesterwriting · 5 months
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Happy 200 Followers! 🎉🎉
To celebrate 200 followers, I wanted to do something fun <33 For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be doing a little music / lyric based event!! This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, so please, bear with me. That said, I’m incredibly excited to test this out, and if all goes well, I’m open do doing more events in the future!
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My regular rules still apply, so keep that in mind and give them a little read. You can find them here!
- As a reminder, I tend to stick to gender neutral and male readers, but I’m willing to write female reader if requested specifically. However, I do reserve the right to default to gender neutral reader if I can’t find a way to organically incorporate gender into the fic :3
These are the characters I write for: Ace, Law, Koby, Zoro, Sanji, Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, Robin, Smoker, Tashigi, Buggy, Boa Hancock
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bad idea right?
↝ ”yes i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect? i only see him as a friend (the biggest lie i ever said)”
↝ buggy x reader
red flags
↝ “the best movie of all, the masterpiece of art called: human centipede!”
↝ robin x reader
cowboy casanova
↝ “he’s a good time cowboy casanova, leaning up against the record machine.”
↝ cowboy!ace x reader
bitter water
↝ “i am not a fool entire, no i know what’s coming. you’ll bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child.”
↝ boa hancock x reader
maybe
↝ “you loved me holy with your cross and your disease. did you feel that close to god when you had me on my knees?”
↝ crocodile x reader
anniversary
↝ “giving you up? what are you on about? never give up believing in us.”
↝ sanji x reader
quiet
↝ “i’m not yours, and you’re not mine, but we can sit and pass the time. no fighting wars, no ringing chimes, we’re just feeling fine.”
like a dog
↝ “and so my soul could soar with my heart on the altar of science, like an obedient dog.”
recover
↝ “i’ll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways. and you take what you need, and you don’t need me.”
the vampire waltz
↝ “oh, i feel it being drawn out, the blood flowing steadily into your mouth. this dark night, cruel and cold, you whisper softly, ‘honey, you’ll never grow old.’”
↝ vampire!sanji x reader
bridezilla
↝ “i’m gonna run down the aisle and tongue kiss the priest, dance on your mother like an eight-legged freak. i’m gonna stuff my face and eat the whole damn cake. baby, i can’t wait for my perfect wedding day!”
alien, alien
↝ “alien, that’s right, i’m you alien! your heartstrings pulled and deftly lulled, i’ve caught a shooting star.”
↝ crocodile x reader
dangerous thing
↝ “something about you is soft like an angel, and something inside you is violence and danger. i knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing.”
↝ law x reader
me and my husband
↝ “and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. but when he walks in, i am loved, i am loved.”
↝ law x transmasc!reader
like the dawn
↝ “you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you. and surely, you will be the death of me, but how could i have known?”
↝ mihawk x reader, fluff
halloweenie v: the moss king
↝ “i am the moss king, here in your house. you sing the song with your wicked mortal mouth. sing to me sweetly, call to me now. there’s a hundred hauntin’ spirits in the trees lookin’ down.”
↝ zoro x reader
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prentiss-theorem · 1 year
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Never Good Enough
Emily’s mom comes to the BAU asking for help for her friends. What she’s not aware of is her daughter’s relationship with one of the fellow female agents.
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader
Content Warnings: homophobia, typical criminal minds case talk, reader insert (let me know if I missed anything <3)
Word Count: 1600+
Genre: Angst to Fluff to Angst (very mild smut)
A/N: I've had this idea in my head for ages now and finally felt like writing some angst. The plot is heavily inspired by season 2 episode 20 "Honor Among Thieves". Includes canon dialogue! My requests are also open so if you have any ideas for me to write feel free to send them my way!
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“I need to speak to Agent Prentiss and one of her superiors.” a voice roamed through the bullpen, a voice that was oddly familiar, yet you couldn’t assign it to a specific person. The whole team was gathered in the conference room for the morning briefing, which was interrupted by Emily shooting up from her seat the second she heard the familiar to you voice.
“She’s in the briefing ma’am” an agent replied.
“Yes. Well, this is extremely important.” the dark-haired woman said sternly with no intention of giving up.
The raven-haired agent left the conference room in a hurry.
“Mother?!” Emily exclaimed. That’s it, that’s why the voice sounded familiar. Even though you have never met Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss in person, you have overheard the few conversations she would have with Emily over the months. And despite knowing exactly who the woman standing in the middle of the bullpen was, you were aware of the fact that she had no idea about your existence.
You and Emily were open about your relationship to the whole of BAU, of course keeping your professionalism at work. Despite that, your girlfriend never disclosed your relationship to any members of her family, never made any attempts at coming out. As she once said, she ‘didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama’, which being open about her sexuality definitely would. You didn’t mind it, Emily wasn’t close to her family, often opting to stay away from them as much as possible. It was her choice to make after all.
Ambassador Prentiss didn’t arrive to the BAU for no reason, she had reasons to believe her friends husband was abducted by Russian mafia. The team, of course, took the case.
***
The agents were split into teams and sent off to complete their assigned tasks. Gideon, Spencer and Morgan were ordered to go to Baltimore where they would further split. Morgan’s part included visiting the victim’s house, where Gideon and Spencer were going to meet with a fellow agent in hopes of making new connections to the case. You and Emily stayed at Quantico. As the only member of the BAU fluent in Russian you were tasked with the role of the translator and Emily was there to help her mother make any arrangements that would contribute to the case.
You knew your girlfriend and her mother were not close, what you didn’t realise was how the latter woman’s presence will impact Emily’s well-being.
“Hey, you.” You said in a soft voice as you entered the restroom “how are you feeling?” you added in an almost whisper as you stepped closer to her. The raven-haired woman was standing by the mirror, covering her face with her hands.
“I’m doing great!” she replied sarcastically and chuckled. You wrapped your hands around the woman’s waist and turned her around in your arms. Emily weakly smiled as you pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you Em.” you said softly and brushed some of Emily’s hair behind her ear, letting her relax in your embrace.
“Every time my mother is around, I feel like I’m 15 again, y/n/n” Emily whispered as she buried her face in the crook of your neck and pulled you closer. “I feel like I can’t be who I really am, like I’m doing something wrong. I know she would never accept me if she found out about us, I’ve always known that. But it’s easy to bury it deep in my head, and when she’s around it’s like a constant reminder that I will never be good enough for her.”
“You don’t have to prove anything to her Emmy” you muttered as you placed a kiss on the side of your girlfriend’s head. “She’s truly blind is she can’t see what an amazing person her daughter is, always will be and always has been.”
“You know I love you, right?” Emily breathed with her head still buried in your neck. “I don’t want you to ever think that I’m ashamed of us, of you.”
“I know honey.”  you quietly replied while stroking her hair “Now come on, the sooner we get out there the faster this whole thing will be over.” you spoke up as the older woman raised her head from your shoulder.
The two of you shortly left the bathroom to rejoin your team and help solve the case as fast as possible.
***
As you anticipated it didn’t take long to solve the case, what came as a surprise to all of you was that it was the Victim’s daughter, Natalya, that was responsible for the kidnapping. You and Emily returned to your shared apartment the same evening, both happy to have some tome for one another. The raven-haired woman immediately flopped on the couch in the middle of the living room. You were relieved to see her demeanour immediately switch to her old self when you entered your apartment.  
“I’m so glad it’s over.” Emily sighed as she tried to flip her shoes off her feet without standing up from the couch. You chuckled at the sight of the older agent struggling due to her own laziness.
“Need a hand with that?” you asked sarcastically as you raised your eyebrow, you started heading towards your kitchen to get some drinks for the two of you.
“No, I’m… good! I just need… to… loosen up the laces… and I-“ Emily didn’t manage to finish her sentence as the shoe flung off her foot. Thanks to your luck and your girlfriend’s unintentional aim the shoe hit you on the back of your head. You took a deep breath and turned around to face Emily, now covering her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to supers her laugh.  
“I’m so sorry y/n/n I didn’t mean to!” Emily laughed as she lifted herself off of the couch and started heading in your direction.
“You’re lucky you’ve had a bad day, I wouldn’t let go of it that easy otherwise.” you giggled as you rubbed the back of your head. “Here you go.” you added as you handed a glass of red wine to Emily. The woman took a sip and put it back on the counter.
“I think I know how to make it up to you” Emily smirked as she grabbed you by your waist, pulled you closer to her, and kissed you deeply. She then pushed you into the countertop leaving kisses all over your neck, her hands finding their way underneath your shirt. You let your hands roam all over your girlfriend’s body as you pulled your head back, giving her easier access to your neck. You let out a quiet moan as Emily’s lips sucked on your pulse point sending chills all over your body. You started to sloppily unbutton Emily’s shirt, throwing it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. The older woman, not wanting to waste any time, pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the kitchen floor where it joined the other article of clothing.
She picked you up and pushed you further onto the countertop, where you allowed your legs to wrap around her waist. As Emily began to unbutton your trousers you heard a knock to your door.
“Are you expecting someone?” you questioned and looked at Emily. The other woman shook her head. You got off of the countertop when you heard the knock again.
“I’ll check it out” you added as you quickly put your shirt back on. You got to the door and opened it in a hurry, ready to tell off the person interrupting your time with your girlfriend. You immediately stopped in your tracks as you saw the person standing outside your front door. “Ambassador Prentiss” you stuttered as your eyes went wide open.
“Is this not the address of my daughter, Emily?” she said, visibly confused. It was indeed the address of her daughter, and she was about to find out that it was yours too.
“Mom?! What are you doing here?” Emily choked out as she joined you by the door. Her half buttoned up shirt did not make the situation any better.
“Well, I wanted to visit you and see how you live, considering that I’m in town” the ambassador said sternly, looking back at her daughter as she pushed past you right into the apartment. “What is she doing here?”
Emily didn’t immediately respond not sure how to get out of this situation. The silence between the three of you grew more and more uncomfortable.
“I just stopped by after work to borrow a book Emily has mentioned to me recently” you chimed in, hoping her mother would believe you.
“No, y/n, I’m tired of this” Emily started as she stepped closer to you and wrapped her arm around your waist.
“Emily what are you-“ you wanted to protest but she didn’t give you a chance.
“She lives here, mother.” your girlfriend announced as her mother’s facial expression remained unchanged. “We’ve been dating for over a year, I love her and I’m not going to apologize for that or hide it from everyone, not anymore.”
You couldn’t decipher the expression on the ambassador’s face. Even though you knew it wasn’t anything good you didn’t expect what was about to come next.
 “I’m so disgusted I can’t even” Elizabeth stated as she looked at you and her daughter, Emily’s arm still wrapped around your waist. “I’m disgusted by you, I wish I’d known when you were born that you were going to betray me like this.” The woman growled as she turned around and left the apartment.
You looked at Emily, a tear falling down her cheek.
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melodygatesauthor · 1 year
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A Little Disappointed
Deimos X f!Reader
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Requested by Anon
Disclaimer: I've never written Deimos before (hope I wrote him well!) Additionally, this story contains EXTREMELY dubious-consent and themes of non-con (emphasis on the NON-con). Please do not read if you are under 18 or are sensitive to these kinds of topics, please and thank you.
Summary: You are a Rainbow Six Operator and you have been captured by Deimos. He tries to intimidate you with his usual methods, but when he can see that isn't working, he tries something different.
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, dub/non-con, reader is smol, Deimos isn't nice (duh), rough sex, interrogation, clothed male/naked female, a little dacryphilia if you squint
Word Count: 1.6k
Seriously if you read beyond this point and don't like the content then that's on you. Final warning.
You wriggled in your seat, trying desperately to free yourself from the ties that held you in place. Taking in your surroundings, you could see that you were in a small room, with a fluorescent light above your head, and only one door on the far end of the room. There was a chair in front of you. It was at that moment you realized that you were naked.
When the door opened, you jumped. A masked man stalked forward. He was tall and frightening…intimidating enough to make your heart stop. You gulped, wishing that you’d stayed on base like your superior officer told you to. The man sat across from you casually, leaning back and legs spread out.
“Where am I?”
“Now, now, that’s classified. But I was thinking, before I came in here, about how I wanted to get the information out of you that I need.” He leaned forward. You could see your reflection in the eyes of the mask. “You’re a good lookin’ girl, no need to harm that pretty face. How about you tell me where the Rainbow Six base is, and I’ll let you walk out of here free and clear? Hm?”
You furrowed your brow. You had friends in Rainbow. You had people counting on you to keep your mouth shut. There was no way you were just going to give up that information willingly. If it came down to it, you were better off dead than giving up your squadmates.
“Just kill me, I’m not going to tell you anything.”
You were trying to keep yourself from crying. You were a soldier, how embarrassing would it be to cry in front of your enemy? You couldn’t deny the terror building inside of you though.
“Yeah, thought you might say that.”
He stood up. His height alone was enough to send a chill down your spine as he stepped forward and knelt in front of you on one knee.
You couldn’t tell if he was looking you in the eyes, or looking at your body. You felt a warm trickling tear fall down your cheek. Damn it, you thought.
“Yeah, now that’s a good look for you sweetheart. Go ahead and cry it out.”
“I’m not telling you anything!” You said, venom laced in your tone. 
Once again you tried to wriggle free, but your hands were bound together and your feet were tied to the chair tightly. You weren’t going anywhere unless he let you go.
“Well, I have to say I’m a little disappointed you’re not going to give up the information to me so willingly.” He stood up again. You felt so small in comparison to him. He cupped your breast in his gloved hand, “perhaps you’d like to make it up to me somehow?”
“You’re disgusting.” You said as he brushed over your nipple with his thumb.
Your body deceived your mind though. His touch felt good. You looked away from him, embarrassed that you felt that way. It wasn’t like you saw much…action being in the Rainbow base all the time. You didn’t want to admit that you were…sort of into the idea of a big guy like him having his way with you.
“Heh, looks like maybe you would like to make it up to me, huh?”
Another tear fell down your face, and you wished you could wipe it away.
“You call me disgusting and yet…” He brought his fingers down to the wet pool formed on the wooden chair underneath you. He collected some of the juices you’d expelled there and brought them to your lips. “You’re so wet.”
He ran his soaked and gloved fingers over your bottom lip.
“C’mon sweetheart, open up.” You begrudgingly obeyed, fearful of what he may do if you didn’t.
The taste of leather combined with your own juices filled your mouth. You felt tears continuing down your cheeks, though you weren’t necessarily in distress, you were still frightened.
“If you’re good for me, I might even make sure you enjoy yourself.” He pulled his fingers free from your lips.
In a swift motion he pulled out his knife and snapped the ties off your feet, though your hands still remained bound to each other. You didn’t move though. You weren’t sure where you would go even if you did make a run for it. There was no telling where you were being held, and if there were others waiting to catch you or kill you just beyond the door. Not to mention, you could see the revolver resting on his hip, just waiting for a target to fire at.
“You’re smart, I like that.” He chuckled, “Now, I want you to get up and kneel on the chair, keep your back to me honey.”
“No.” You shook your head. “No I won’t.”
He sighed heavily, “I’m not going to be nice if I have to repeat myself. Come on.”
You sensed the truth in his words and decided to stand and turn. You got on the chair again, one leg at a time and let your breasts hang over the back of it. One of his hands, now gloveless, rubbed your asscheek, placing small taps on it as though he were testing its resistance.
“You know when I found you, I thought to myself, ‘there’s no way this girl is actually a Rainbow Six Operator, she’s far too pretty to work for someone like that.’ But…here you are.”
You heard the clanking of what you assumed was him removing his belt. He tossed it on the floor, confirming your suspicions. You gulped.
“I-I didn’t know you guys did stuff like this during your interrogations.” You said, somehow hoping that it would make him stop.
You felt the head of his cock as he ran it up and down over your folds, coating it in your wet slick.
“We don’t…but I didn’t know Rainbow had girls there that look like you either. Just relax, it’ll be over soon.” He grunted, pushing himself into you.
He was big…bigger than you were expecting and you gasped. You were glad he was holding your hips in place, otherwise you would’ve tipped forward face-first in the chair. He reached an arm around your small waist and found your clit with one of his rough fingers.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not cruel. I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.” He cooed, circling around your swollen nub, made slick by your wet cunt.
You moaned, hating yourself for it, but it felt so good. You felt your walls flutter around his girth while he slid into you. His pace was even, strong, and relentless. You whined into the concrete room, feeling nothing but waves of numbness washing over your body. As more tears fell down your cheeks, you damned yourself for making audible sobbing sounds.
“That’s it, cry for me pretty girl, I like the way you sound.” He said in a gruff tone.
“You’re…mm…you’re disgusting.” You said to him once again.
He chuckled, “and yet I make you so fucking wet, what’s that say about you?”
His finger continued teasing your clit while his length was driving into you harshly. He made you feel so full from wall to wall you could hardly stand it. You shouldn’t have been enjoying yourself, you should’ve been screaming, kicking, and fighting, but you weren’t. In fact, you hadn’t even tried to put up a fight. Were you so desperate that you were ok with something like this? Maybe he was right…maybe you were just as disgusting as he was.
“Mm, I can feel your tight little pussy clenching around me…you getting close there sweetheart? You gonna come for me?” He asked, never slowing his rhythm.
“N-never.” You said, which you knew was a downright lie. There was no way you could stop your impending orgasm, it felt too good.
You let out a loud moan into the room, you could hardly contain it anymore no matter how much you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction. You were trying so hard to stop yourself, so hard to stop the feeling that pooled in your abdomen at his touch. It was there, building, getting stronger with every thrust of his powerful cock.
“F-fuck I’m gonna…oh…I’m gonna…”
“Do it, come on, just let it out for me.” He urged, circling his fingers faster.
No matter how badly you didn’t want to, your cunt started contracting over his girth while you screamed out in your climax. You felt him too, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot ropes of cum. The sound was wet and messy as he kept fucking you even after filling you up. Finally, his movements ceased, and he pulled out of you with a groan.
“There you go…not bad.” He said.
He grabbed his belt off the floor and replaced it around his pants. While he did that, you turned back over and sat in your chair. His cum was seeping out of you, coating your thighs and rear. He sat down in the chair across from you again. Even with the mask, you could tell he was amused.
“Heh, you know, I should kill you, but where’s the fun in that? Maybe I’ll just keep you instead.”
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idiacide · 2 years
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Hi!Sorry for bothering, if you're not busy can i request Leona with a shy gn reader? Reader is close with ruggie, and hangs out with him a lot, and Leona starts feeling jealous abt it. The end is Leona basically trapping reader in his room while cuddling(if u can include it) Hope it's not too much, i love your writing! Have a nice day/night^^
Thanks so much!
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona’s normally a heavy sleeper. Ruggie complains he could send every single one of Kalim’s elephants through his room and it wouldn’t make him do much more than turn over. Moreover, he had a talent for passing out quickly, in the unlikeliest of positions. Sleeping was an all-times, all-places sorts of activity.
Which is why he really had no idea how to fake it other than pressing his face into the pillows and try to keep his ears and tail from twitching too much.
You weren’t making it easy.
“Gaaaah, it’s too much.” You complained, for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. “I’ll never get this all done in time, especially not with all the other assignments Crewel has us doing.”
Ruggie heaved a long-suffering sigh, rolling onto his back and twirling his magic pen between his fingers. “So just ask him for an extension then.”
Annoying. So annoying. Why had he agreed to this again?
You and his right hand were currently occupying a good two thirds of his floor, papers and textbooks spread out as far as the eye could see. Impromptu study session. Normally Ruggie went over to Ramshackle for these. Some kind of accident with that damned furball of yours had taken that option off the table though, and now you were both here. Occupying his precious free time with your chitchat. 
For the life of him he could not remember why he’d let you in here in the first place. You two could easily study in the lounge area, or Ruggie’s room if you were so jumpy around large groups. The hyena had done some fast talking about the open air being good for developing minds, and he’d relented just to get himself a few seconds of peace.
So he was insisting to himself, at least.
“You really think Crewel of all people is gonna give me an extension.” You said, voice laced with doubt.
“Why not?” He could hear the grin on Ruggie’s voice, even if he couldn’t see it. “You’re the little golden student, aren’t’cha?”
“I’m not that special-”
“But compared to the rest of us ruffians, a practical saint.”
“-and besides.” You insisted, a thwap and resentful ow indicating you’d punched him. “...I’d never be able to ask him.”
He can’t help himself, he snorts. A sound he has to disguise as a soft snort when your head jerks up to look at him. 
“.....Are you sure we’re not bothering him?” You said, voice a couple degrees softer. His ears flicked, the murmuring sound making him feel all weird and shivery.
“He’s fine.” Ruggie said, stretching out a little more. “Takes a lot more than that to wake Leona up.”
Close call.
Still though. Characteristic herbivore. You’d lie face down in the dirt to die before you let yourself inconvenience someone in the slightest. With a spine that flimsy it was kind of a wonder you’d stuck it out this long at NRC. For a long while he’d been convinced you couldn’t talk, considering how you’d clam up whenever he so much as glanced at you. 
..Aaaand who is he to talk, considering his current position.
Alright fine. You had some grit underneath the big scared eyes and the bright flush. It was part of what had attracted his notice early on. You’d bend, but never quite break, no matter what cornered you. For as much as you’d squeak and mutter you’d never quite let him have his way. Sometimes it felt like trying to catch a mouse. You’d squeak and scurry and dart every which way, but whenever he slammed a paw down you always managed to be just out of the way.
Maybe that was why he’d started letting you in a little closer. Into his room, his dorm, even putting in a little more patience to talk to you than he would with most people. As gratifying as teasing you could be....you were interesting when you finally did speak your mind. And beyond that he didn’t really want you getting all quiet when he came around. Your voice wasn’t unpleasant, and despite your apparent reservations you did at least enjoy his company enough to come when he asked.
Were you involved? Not exactly. Enough for him to feel weird and tight at the thought of being replaced in your hierarchy of importance, and yet not enough to actually voice those concerns.
Bringing you to your current predicament.
This was all so damn stupid of him. At any moment now, he could “wake up” and actually participate in the conversation. Or better yet, kick you both out altogether and get some privacy back. Like he’d planned to do when Ruggie brought you both in here just as he was bedding down.
So what was stopping him?
....You were different.
With Ruggie. You weren’t just that squeaky little mouse running around underfoot. It made sense from a logical perspective, he knew the two of you were close. But knowing wasn’t the same thing as seeing (er, well. Hearing.) 
You laughed, more readily and easily. You still weren’t chatty but you didn’t just mutter and mumble until he went away. Something about him seemed to set you at ease.
Why was that thought clawing up his insides so bad that he’d rather fake sleep than break it up?
...Whatever. Better to ignore it and hope he actually did pass out soon...
Then again, when was his luck ever that good. 
The two of you continued to work, bantering lightly over the history textbook and gossiping away when a distant, echoing bellring from below made both of you fall silent. Ruggie cursed, closing up textbooks in a whirlwind and stumbling to his feet.
“Can’t believe I forgot.” He muttered, pulling on his shoes in a hurry. “We have a dorm check-in for Spelldrive practices.”
Right. That. He’d forgotten too, if he ever knew. These meetings ran together in his head, and endless litany of tracking progress with a couple dozen of the meathead first years who wouldn’t take the advice anyways. Not until they were properly humbled on the field, and started to think their elders might have a point or two about the game.
“Should I go, then...?” You said, half rising to your feet.
“Nah, give me thirty.” He continued gathering up items as he went, scampering for the door. “You wanna do me a favor though, see if you can wake him up? We don’t really need him for this but it’d do something for morale if the housewarden’d show up to at least one of these things.”
It takes everything in him not to growl audibly.
“Wait, but I-” The door closes behind him. Silence echoes through the entire room.
Alone at last.
He bites back a sigh, nudging his head deeper into the pillow. A moment later he feels a hand nudging his shoulder. Tentative. Like you were scared he’d bite or something.
“Leona....?”
He bit hard on the inside of his cheek.
Why were you so easy with Ruggie? He knew you liked him, could tell it plain as day from the way you stumbled over your words, the sidelong glances you thought he’d didn’t notice. So why did it feel like he had to work twice as hard to get you to relax around him.
“Leona, there’s a meeting...”
....Its a day for bad impulse decisions.
A hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, pulling you headfirst into the mattress. All you can see is a tumble of leather and the sheets and suddenly there’s a weight pressing down on your back, pinning you effectively to the bed.
“L-Leona-!” You yelp, squirming a bit to get loose of him, and he’s reminded again of that mouse. He shifts his arm to wrap around your waist, drawing you back into him and feeling a low triumphant thrill in his stomach as he feels your heart beat a little faster.
“Kinda feel like you owe me some naptime, herbivore.” He mumbles, tucking his face against your head and closing his eyes. “About two hours of it, by my count.”
“Y-you were awake?” You’re not pulling against him, but you seem to shrink almost. Curling up in his grip a little as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. He’s got you pinned so you can’t see his face, can’t read his expression.
“Mmmhm.” You were warm, at least, and soft like always. Wasn’t the first time he’d had you like this, but more prior experiences had been almost accidental. He tried to focus on that, rather than the clear difference, as he nestled deeper into the cushioning. “So pipe down, and be a good pillow, alright? 
“It’s the least you can do...”
He’s half expecting you to jerk away. Tell him off, or plead to be let off the hook. Or anything.
Anything but go still. Anything, but eventually speak in an even tone. 
“....Ok.”
You shift a bit more, squirming a bit to get comfortable. One hand reaches down to tug the blanket over you.
He’s not one to turn down the opportunities he’s offered. However unexpected. Both his arms twine around your waist now, and he finally, FINALLY, manages to drift off.
Ruggie takes a lot longer than he expects. Which is just fine by Leona’s book.
Let his right hand keep you chatty as much as he wants. In this one area alone...its nice to know he can make you be just a little bit bolder.
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The Lair in the Woods: Part 10
A/N: I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, Y’ALL😭💜 Life’s been busy, but it’s all good stuff (okay well, not all of it but like 90% of it cause life is life and it’s not perfect😂) Good news: book 2 is published, formatting for book 3 is well under way, and I love the job I started around the time of my last update😎 Bad news: I have no idea what free time is anymore (hence my overall disappearance from social media aside from scheduled posts and the dramatic decline in my interactions on here and the actual hellsites)😵
Warnings: reference to being stalked, deception, reference to anxiety, reference to potential murder, hidden identity, some swearing…I think that’s it?? If I missed anything, please let me know😊
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Supervillain wiped their hands dry on a kitchen towel without much thought to the action. Their mind was too preoccupied by Civilian.
More specifically, speculations about who their stalker might be wholly consumed their mind until their phone buzzing on the counter broke their concentration. Setting the towel aside, Supervillain’s brows drew together as they read the caller ID.
“And here I thought I’d have to call you,” they said quietly.
“Yeah, well,” Hero said, “it’s considered professional courtesy to keep each other informed, so don’t get used to it because once we find Civilian Surname’s stalker, this ends and I go back to investigating you.”
Supervillain hummed. “Then I suppose we needn’t drag this out any longer, because I’d rather not get too close to one of the Agency’s pawns.”
They didn’t have to see Hero to know the look on their face. They’d seen it plenty enough times when they’d goaded them in the past—truth be told though, that felt like another lifetime now. Supervillain’s smirk only grew sharper at the tension in Hero’s voice when they replied.
“Very funny,” they said, “but I have better things to do with my time than investigate something so—”
Supervillain’s smirk fell. “Hero, we had an agreement, you said—”
“And there it is.” The Hero’s grin was irritatingly audible, causing Supervillain to clench their jaw as they could see the expression as clear as day in their mind. “We do have an agreement, which is why I’m calling you in the first place. I just hope reminding you that this is a partnership for Civilian’s sake isn’t going to be a recurring thing because I do have better things to do with my time that isn’t rubbing elbows with a wanted criminal.”
Supervillain let out the breath they’d been holding in an effort to stop themselves from snapping at Hero. “What did you find?”
“That’s better. So anyway, I formally adopted the case and took a look, but as far as I can tell, the police investigation is as thorough as it can be. Whoever Civlian’s stalker is, they’re either a professional or have a little extra help, maybe both. I’ve gotta ask,” Hero started, taking a breath, “who are they again?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Supervillain mumbled. Pinching the bridge of their nose, Supervillain turned around and leaned against the counter. Just as they went to respond, a shadow of movement caught their attention. Their eyes flicked toward the movement in time to see Civilian quietly slinking into the living room and sitting back down by the fire. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see what I can find and have Right Hand send you what they’ve dug up thus far.”
“Wait, what do you me—”
Supervillain didn’t let them finish, hanging up and shoving their phone in their pocket.
Making certain their footfalls were heavy enough that Civilian could hear them coming but soft enough that they wouldn’t startle them, Supervillain joined them, sitting in their favorite armchair and offering them a smile.
“Feeling better?”
Civilian met their gaze. “Yeah, actually. I think I am.” They paused, glancing about uncertainly. Nibbling on their lip, Civilian’s eyes slowly gravitated back toward them. “Was that your contact, in the city?”
“It was,” Supervillain nodded. “They told me that they’ve started looking into your case and confirmed that the investigation conducted by the local PD was at least thorough.”
Civilian bobbed their head, though their face remained unchanged. Supervillain studied them curiously.
“So what does that mean for me?”
“Well…” Supervillain began hesitantly, “maybe you could help me? Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your life, your routine, the people you know, things of that nature?”
Civilian drew their knees up to their chest and wrapped their arms around them. They still looked exhausted, but behind their eyes was a spark. Supervillain wondered if that meant they were ready to start fighting instead of trying to outrun their stalker.
If so, that was good.
Better than good, it was perfect, actually.
Already, a plan began to bloom in Supervillain’s mind as they asked about anything that could help shed a light to help guide their own investigation.
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Hero stared at their phone with a frown. Whoever Civilian was, they’d certain changed Supervillain. But now they knew Supervillain didn’t know Civilian Surname. That as much was true.
That’s what I’m trying to figure out, they’d said, sounding just as confused and in the dark as Hero was.
Over and over again, their question and Supervillain’s unguarded response echoed in their head. But it wasn’t as simple as who was Civilian Surname. What really mattered was, how?
How did Civilian catch their stalker’s eye? What made their stalker drawn to them? Where had they first seen Civilian? And when had they chosen to stalk Civilian? How many times had they seen them before that decision was made?
The place they’d first seen or had been in contact with Civilian was perhaps the most important in Hero’s opinion. If they could just narrow it down to that, then maybe they could narrow down a list of suspects specific to that particular facet of Civilian’s life.
Shaking their head, Hero pulled their coat back on and grabbed their keys. They’d just barely have enough time to pick up some coffee before their meeting with Detective…and still be five minutes early like Detective liked. So help the fool that that showed up late. Hero learned that the hard way one time. It didn’t matter that they’d stopped Other Villain from melting Central Museum’s vault and stealing the Precious Artifact worth millions on the black market that could’ve funded their world domination plan, all Detective had cared about was the disrespect they’d shown them by being late.
And so began the vicious cycle of Detective returning the courtesy by making Hero’s job as difficult as possible for the next two weeks until Hero finally decided to show up an hour early and sat and waited for Detective outside their office to get a records release form signed.
Hero hadn’t thought Detective would come around after that, but as it turned out they were both spitefully petty.
Ever since then, they’d had one hell of a working relationship and tight-knit friendship.
“Well, well, well, look who’s early. I wish all my caped partners were as punctual.”
Hero pressed a hand to their chest in mock offense. “Detective, are you working with other heroes behind my back?”
“What can I say,” Detective sighed, taking the coffee Hero offered them, “someone’s got to do your grunt work and we all know that when Other Detective does the paperwork, it’s never admissible in court because they don’t do it right.”
“Vigilante case fell through again?” Hero sat on the edge of Detective’s desk as they resumed their seat.
Detective groaned in response. “Don’t even get me started. It’s like they want the case thrown out.”
“Have you ever wonder—”
“Every. Single. Time.” Detective’s face turned to stone. Their eyes withdrew, focusing on whatever internal thoughts were flitting through their head.
“Well Supervillain owes me a favor,” Hero said quickly, taking an innocuous sip of coffee.
“What?” Detective shot up and slammed their hands on their desk, nearly toppling over their coffee cup and the precarious stacks of paperwork scattered across their desk. “You mean Supervillain, the most ruthless criminal that’s always one step ahead of the law and probably has dossiers on all of us, owes you a favor because you promised to help their precious civilian?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
Detective rolled their eyes. “Wow. So, Supervillian gave away one of the most powerful chips in the caped community—no, the entire professional world regardless of profession—to the likes of you.” Detective plopped back down in their seat with a crooked smile. “This has got to be the worst week of their career!” Detective sobered, “Well, this and when Partner dropped off the face of the earth. That’s another one I can’t seem to find. It’s like they’re a ghost.”
Hero’s brows furrowed. They dropped their gaze to the floor. “They’re probably dead. I’ll bet all I have that Supervillain killed them and that’s why you can’t find a body. There probably isn’t one, if Supervillain’s reputation is anywhere near accurate.”
Detective threw their head back laughing.
“You’re probably right! There’s no way Supervillain would let someone, anyone, walk away. I guess you’ll just have to do a little digging for me while you’re working with them to catch Civilian’s stalker.”
“I’ll do my best, but no promises, Detective.”
“And that’s what I like about working with you,” they said, motioning for them to hand over the copies of Civilian’s files Hero had made up for them. “You don’t have a super-inflated ego or think that I’m somehow lesser than you just because I haven’t got a cape and mask and glowing hands or whatever.”
“Superhero again?”
“YES!” Detective burst, “If the media knew half the shit I do about them, they’d drag Supes through town square like they deserve.”
“Or I could make sure back up shows up a little late and they take a few more punches to the face from Other Supervillain?”
“I would love that,” Detective smiled, scanning the pages before them. “This is it? This is all we have to work with?”
Hero nodded. “Supervillain said they’d have Right Hand send over what they’ve got so far.”
“It’s a start, I guess,” Detective grumbled, “If we manage to find their stalker and bring them to justice, it’ll be nothing short of a miracle.”
Hero didn’t bother to agree. Whatever Supervillain was scheming in order to catch Civilian’s stalker, they only hoped it ended the whole affair sooner rather than later, like before anyone had a chance to connect the dots.
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Dreamcatcher
I just needed some fluff after my recent anxiety dreams, so Geto it is. The reader left Jujutsu High with Geto, so they've been together for a long time. This is closer to the time before Jujutsu Kaisen 0 happened, but still a bit before that. I’ve already got a very angsty part 2 planned for this, but we’ll see when I get to it. Feel free to send requests if you have ideas, be it MHA or JJK
You didn’t want to go to sleep. You didn’t want to have that damned nightmare again, the one that had been haunting you almost every night for weeks now. It was the same thing every time, Geto dying in some horrific, gruesome way, without you being able to do anything. You absolutely hated feeling so powerless. It’s not like you were as strong as him, but you could still hold your own against most sorcerers, so it wasn’t often that you felt helpless. There was nothing you could do about this however, the horrors created by your own mind were far worse than anything that could ever happen, right? You just had to get yourself to believe that too.
It was past three in the morning and you were still sitting on the couch, barely staying awake. You were slipping in and out of sleep, and eventually you just fell asleep completely.
Geto knew you had barely been sleeping as of late, and even though you had told him you were having nightmares, you wouldn’t say what they were about. So when he came back to your shared dwelling and found you sleeping on the couch, he felt relieved. Perhaps you could finally get a good night’s sleep.
He was also exhausted, his meeting had ran long yet again. Those damn monkeys couldn’t do anything without his constant supervision and guidance, it was so tiring. Geto threw his robes aside, standing there in just his underwear and a tank top.
You didn’t seem very comfortable on the couch, and the way you were leaning forwards made Geto feel like you would fall face first to the floor, so he decided to move you to your shared bed. He also felt more comfortable having you in arm’s reach and knowing you were safe, knowing he could keep you safe if something happened.
Geto picked you up from the couch bridal style, and carried you to the bedroom. You snuggled your face into his chest and relaxed against him, exhaling deeply. Geto sighed, but his lips drew to a smile.
You’d been with him for so long. You’d been high school sweethearts, all the way back in Jujutsu High. You’d stayed with him through everything, even when he had been frankly horrible to you, and when anyone else would have probably ran the other way, as far from him as possible. Not you though, you stayed. You were always there for him when he needed you and he could always count on you.
Geto laid you down on the bed and joined you as he pulled the covers over you both.
You could feel Geto’s presence even though you were asleep. His strong arms lifting you from the couch and him carrying you to bed. It made you feel safe and you didn’t bother opening your eyes, you knew he was there, his presence was unmistakable. You only needed to reach your hand towards that presence a tiny bit, and you could feel his chest under your fingers.
“I’m here love, go back to sleep. I’ll make sure nothing bothers you” Geto said and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I love you, Suguru” you muttered sleepily.
“I love you too (Name), more than you know”
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hi! idk if your requests are still open now but if they are i was wondering if you could do one where loki accidentally finds out about the reader’s regression? (preferably he/they pronouns but she is fine if you’d prefer)
i hope you’re having a nice day/night, i love you and your fics so much! <33
“Little Man”
Loki (He/Him) x Little!Reader (He/They Pronouns)
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Warnings - Reader has tears for like two seconds, reader drinks juice, mentions of staying up all night, mentions of a party.
Note - In this fic Loki goes by He/Him pronouns, I am always writing him with his queer identity in mind, in other fics I may write Loki with They/Them or She/Her pronouns as Loki is gender fluid and the character as well as other gender fluid people deserve genuine representation in media that is consumed by fans/themselves.
Note Two - I loved this request, of course as usual I took some creative liberty in brining it to life, and therefore if the decisions and creative directions made do not fit you were picturing please feel free to send me another message Bub and I will be glad to change things/create something that aligns with your original idea.
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and with this blog SFW.
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Loki loved and hated living in the Avengers compound, he was close to his brother, and friend Y/n, but he hated the idea of being surrounded by people who disliked him, who thought he was still the villain he once was. Sure, he tried to take over the entirety of New York, but he said sorry, and it had been a few years. new members added to the team, years of him proving himself, many late night crying, yet he still felt isolated from others.
Though, even in the darkness that seemed to surround him, follow him everywhere, there was always this overwhelming light, a sense of comfort and love when Y/n was around, his smile making Loki feel once again wanted and loved by someone so wholeheartedly.
Y/n was a new recruit a few years back, an analyst for the team, helping them track down, pin, and intercept the true villains that lurked around the world. They lived in the compound, his small room located closer to the main building so he could easily access the tools they may need to do their magic. When they moved in Loki had promptly requested a room change, hoping and successfully being closer to the one friend he seemed to have.
Y/n loved the company, they weren’t shy, but had a hard time relating to the Avengers, though Y/n was technically an Avenger he never really felt like he could adorn that title, they didn’t fight battles hand to hand, and therefore felt excluded. Maybe that’s why Loki was drawn to him, the two excluded people of the team teaming up seemed to be the most obvious idea, and it worked out great.
Y/n and Loki spent their days watching movies, playing board games, and participating in other everyday activities together. The two of them knew everything about each other, spilling secrets and confiding in each other was something they did often.
Though Loki was never told about Y/n’s age regression, him to scared to tell Loki, and no one else knowing. Y/n was good at hiding it, allowing Loki to be non the wiser. Loki would only know if he looked in the closed white bin in Y/n’s closet, their Little gear, stuffies, blankets and more organized and cleaned, ready to be used.
“Hi Loki!” Y/n cheered as they opened their door, the door Loki had just knocked on seconds ago. “I’m almost ready to go, I just need to grab a few things!” He said, walking around his room, shoving things into his bag.
Loki and Y/n were going to a classic Tony Stark party, one celebrating his and Pepper’s news of engagement. The party was casual, but it was in the Stark tower, a place where comforts were fancy and often not useable. Y/n always brought a water bottle and a sweater with him. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Loki asked, standing in the doorway, a simple black longsleeve tucked in slightly at the waist of his black jeans. His usual attire, black clothing always helped him blend into crowds, just the way he liked.
“Um.” Y/n thought. “Can you grab me a sweater from the closet over there?” He asked, pointing to the large white closet on the other side of the room.
Loki strode over, opening the door and peering inside, he looked at the sweaters, debating on grabbing a black or blue one. Then he looked down, a white box strewn open, a few things inside and outside, all in disarray, like it had been rifled through. Like the good friend he is, he bent down, picking a few things up and placing them back inside. A baby blanket, sippy cup, stuffed worm … Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, originally he thought they were childhood souvenirs, but they were too well kept, too new.
“Loki?” Y/n called from the bathroom, wondering if he had grabbed a sweater or not.
Loki quickly cleaned the things up, placing them nicely in the box and then putting the lid back on, pretending to tie his shoe before Y/n could notice what he was really doing. “Yah, sorry here.” He said, grabbing the first sweater readily available and handing it over. “Ready to go?” He asked, ready to get the night over so he could do some more sleuthing.
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Loki had stayed up all night that night, hunched over the computer in his room, this being the first time he had ever really used it, his love for books often overpowered his want of technology. Searches like ‘why does my friend have baby things.’ ‘worm stuffed animal’ ‘what is age regression’ ‘is my friend a little’ ‘am i a daddy’ ‘am i a caregiver’ ‘amazon’ ‘worm stuffed animals’ ‘yellow worm stuffed animals’ ‘where to find worm stuffed animals’ haunted his computer, the thing whirling air at him, begging him to let it cool down.
When he heard a nock at the door he stood up, not even noticing it was now the morning. “Loki?” A voice called from the other side, when he opened the door a tired but worried Y/n stood in front of him. A coffee and a juice held in his hands as he stared at the sleepless and almost feral looking Loki. “You weren’t at breakfast.” They mumbled, handing him a coffee and whipping their eyes as they sat on Loki’s bed. “What are you up to?” He said, yawning as he snuggled deeper into Lokis pillows, enjoying the soft comfort they bring.
“Are you a …” Loki began, trailing off as he once again sat in his computer chair, taking a sip of his coffee, abandoning his sentence.
“Am I what?” Y/n asked, perking up. “Annoyed?” They laughed, sitting up and placing their juice on Lokis night table. “It was so weird at breakfast without you, I sat in between Steve and Bucky, I don’t recommend it, they workout before breakfast.” Y/n shuddered, laughing as they looked at a now lost in space Loki.
“No I just.” Loki began, unsure of how to approach the situation. “The box in your closet.” He whispered, half hoping Y/n heard him and half hoping they didn’t.
“Oh that’s just, you know, I, Loki, It’s just stuff from, well like you know the, I, Um.” Y/n began sputtering, Loki soon cutting them off.
“Y/n I know you’re a little.” He said, now looking at Y/n, who sat on his bed, slowly entering a fight or fight mode.
“No, I’m not.” Y/n lied, clear as day.
“It’s okay, really.” Loki comforted. “I spent all night researching, I’m not going to make fun of you.”
Y/n sat in silence, his mind racing at insane speeds, ‘what does this mean’ ‘what will Loki think’ ‘will he treat me differently’.
“Little man.” Loki said, his newly updated brain noticing clear signs of regression.
Y/n looked up from their lap, tears formed in their eyes as their mind was unable to comprehend the situation at hand. “You weren’t supposed to find out.” They cried. “I’m sorry Loki.”
“Don’t apologize, I want to be here for you, I’m glad I found out.” He smiled, walking towards Y/n and crouching down next to the bed. “Maybe we can even watch those dragon movies you have hidden away.” He offered, genuinely excited to see if they were worth the hype the caregivers on the internet gave it.
“Okay.” Y/n whispered, placing his forehead against Loki’s, his tears now stopped, a wave of comfort flowing over him. What he didn’t know was this is how Loki felt everyday, Y/n giving him that feeling of comfort and belonging that he now gave them.
“Go grab your worm and I’ll grab the movies.” Loki said, standing up and walking towards the door.
“My worm?” Y/n asked, confused as to what Loki was referring to.
“Yes your green worm in the box.” He said matter of factly.
“It’s a caterpillar and his name is Leafy.” Y/n said, their voice dripping with sass, how dare Loki call Leafy a WORM?!
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‘where to find caterpillar stuffed animal in many colours’
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Sooo... I've had this request lingering in the back of my mind for a while now and I finally gathered the courage to write it down, I hope you like it!
Female reader struggling to pay off for her appartment. She manages to peak Oswald's interest and plans on spending the night with him in exchange of some money (if you catch my drift 👀) She is very nervous because it's her first time doing something like that but Oswald, being the perfect man he is, guides her all along. Once they are done she asks if it would be okay for her to stay for a little bit completely free of charge since she doesn't have the courage to ask for aftercare and ends up confessing that she genuenly enjoyed herself?
I understand if this is a sensitive topic of shorts, so please don't feel pressured to write about it if it's not something you are comfortable with!
If you are okay with it, then thank you and take your time! ♥️♥️♥️
Decent Proposal
Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 2k omg omg hey you didn't need courage this is PERFECT! and my sweet this isn't too sensitive for me, we all earn our spending pennies however we want! and i love the idea of oswald trying to offer something in return for being with him, it makes him so vulnerable and sad and sweet so HERE is some old man lovin' for you 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sex work? technically i guess, exchanging money for sex anyway, stripping, sex, fluff sort of at the end
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As you ascended the stairs to Oswald’s office, your heart beat fast in your chest. Nerves, excitement, fear and, being completely honest, arousal, all fluttered around in your mind and your chest as you knocked on the door and entered at his welcome.
He looked up, unsure of who was there, but stood quickly from his desk when he realised it was you, arms out in a welcoming gesture, genuine surprise and pleasure on his face.
Oswald Cobblepot was incredibly charming, and reasonably handsome by your accounts, He was still dangerous though, a little bit terrifying. It was his presence, his reputation that put you off of his advances. And those advances were frequent and plentiful. Flattering as they were though, you found yourself rejecting him each time, playing off the flirtation as friendly jokes. You had no intention of being further entwined with Gotham’s seedy underbelly than you already were.
But as rent payments loomed and you found yourself desperate with nowhere to turn, you realised you might need to take a hit.
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“Sweetheart! It’s so good to see you up here, what can Ozzy do for you?”
“You said… you’d make it worth my time, yeah?”
It took a few moments for him to realise what you were saying, by which point a wide smile spread across his face, his body becoming far less tense, less formal, as he approached you.
“Oh, of course, kid. Anything you want.”
“Rent. I need rent.”
“You got it, easy, no problems.”
He walked back to his desk, picking up a pen and his cheque book before taking another look at you and sliding them into his pockets. Your heart dropped as he approached you once again.
“Listen, toots, you look like you could use a drink, maybe a meal. Ya hungry?”
You were, and you nodded before you could really consider the implications behind his question.
“It’s a date then. I’ll be done here in a few minutes.”
He reached into his pockets and produced a wad of cash, licking his thumb first before flicking through the notes and passing you more money than was really necessary for his offer.
“Go downstairs, get a drink and stay pretty. I’ll take you somewhere good before we get down to business.”
You offered him a week smile, leaving the office and sitting yourself at the bar, waiting patiently, sipping nervously, until you felt strong, large hands on your shoulders.
“You good to go?”
Swallowing your drink almost in its entirety, you nodded, taking the arm that Oswald offered as you left his club with him.
He sat beside you in the back of his car, you and him and the driver all silent. Oswald’s hand on your knee, fingers smoothing over you, it made you nervous, but excited. It felt nice to have him there, safe with his large body beside you. But it was foreboding nonetheless, and you couldn’t find the will to lean into him, though you wanted to.
Oswald wasn’t put off by your standoffish behaviour in the slightest. As far as he was aware, this was just how you were. Cold, aloof, distant. And for him, this was a transactional arrangement. You were just doing business, he was buttering you up, schmoozing you before your big meeting.
It was easy to warm up to him though, and you found you were letting your guard down as the evening progressed. It might have been the couple of drinks that eased you up, but it was more likely the way he looked at you, the way he ordered for you and knew what you wanted without asking, how his hand felt against your waist, on your thigh, the way he insisted on feeding you a bite of his dish to taste, asking about your day.
He was the perfect gentleman. Someone you would be more than happy to date if it weren’t for the resounding feeling that you were way out of your league, and in considerable danger just being close to him, despite the security you felt with his arm around you, even as you walked the dark, cold streets to where his driver had parked.
But still, your nerves pressed you.
Silence in the elevator on the way to the penthouse. Silence as you walked behind him through his lounge, to where he told you to take a seat on his sofa.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“No thanks, Mr Cobblepot.”
“Sweetheart, I keep tellin’ ya! Oswald, or better yet, Ozzie!”
You smiled at the tone in his voice, oddly commanding but so gentle, friendly. He made it easy to do what he wanted you to do, almost as though you wanted it yourself. Which you were sure you did.
He sat down next to you, drink in his hand, sipping it as you both sat awkwardly. It was easier to slip into conversation over dinner, but when you were both alone, it was far more difficult to know what to say.
“You know, you don’t gotta do anything else if you don’t wanna, right?”
You nodded, silently, but you felt it would be cruel to leave him now.
“I had a good time at dinner sweetheart, I can cut you a cheque write now, you can see me again for more or not.”
“I want to, Oswald.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, trying to stifle the boyishly excited grin that was trying to form at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah?”
“I just… I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Would you believe I ain’t neither?”
You smiled, because as much as you knew of his reputation, to be surrounded by arm candy, you could see him being exactly the kind of man to spend most of his time alone, everything for show, for his image.
“I could.”
“I think…”
He sighed, leaning back in the sofa, and you instinctively followed, falling into the crook of his arm which was spread out over the back, your palm resting on his chest, his eyes staring at the physical gesture, smiling sweetly.
“…I think it’s easy to forget I’m just a guy, kid. I’m not evil. I’m bad. There’s a difference. It’s grey, y’know? Would be nice for things to be normal.”
“This is normal?”
“What’s normal anyhow? Could be normal? Could be weird. Whatever it is though, you can leave without finding out. You stay though, I’ll make it real easy for you, promise.”
The sincerity in his words, the way he spoke, and the way his eyes never left yours, his own fingers stroking the back of your hand that sat on his chest. You believed him completely. And you leaned in further, twisting your body until you were almost facing him, kissing him, your hands on either side of his face, palms stroking at the deep scars that lay along his cheeks.
Both of his hands fell to your hips, holding you steady in the awkward position you sat in now, pushing you back gently to look at you.
“You sure, kid?”
“Definitely. You’ll… be nice right?”
He laughed a little, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it, soft, sweet kisses trailing up your arm until his cheek was pressed to yours. He whispered in your ear.
“The nicest.”
He stood up, taking your hand and pulling you from the sofa, guiding you back into his bedroom, the extravagant décor only lightly visible in the dim light he put on.
“I don’t want nothin’ fancy or… weird. Just… y’know?”
You nodded quietly, trying to hide your smile. What would Oswald Cobblepot have considered weird? What did he think was fancy? When you looked back at him, he had loosened his pants, letting them fall to the floor, standing in his boxers as he struggled with his tie.
“Let me help.”
You moved to him, taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest and stomach. His body was thick with dark, ever so slightly greying hair that covered almost all of his skin, trailing off towards the bottom of his stomach and continuing over his legs and arms, you realised, as you removed his shirt. Arms and legs darker than his chest, same with the tuft that poked out from the band of his underwear. He stood there, in only his underwear and obnoxious jewellery, blushing.
“You good? I mean… this ok?”
He gestured vaguely to his body and you giggled, blushing at his modesty, the way he no longer seemed as scary as he stood in front of you, vulnerable.
Letting yourself fall into him again, you placed your lips on his, letting his hands fall around you before he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Could you maybe take your clothes off for me, right there?”
You smiled, licking your lips as you started undressing, easing your pants down first, leaving you in a shirt and your underwear.
“Aw, good girl. Exactly like that, sweetheart.”
He watched you, quietly, face unchanging as you removed the rest of your clothes, slowly, tantalisingly, until you were fully exposed in front of him. He motioned to you with his hand, pulling you closer to him with no words until you were near enough to take hold of, pulled down onto him on the bed.
“You ok if you take control, toots?”
“You’re the one paying, Ozzie.”
You smiled and winked at him, and he tossed his head back, chuckling, wide smile on his face.
“Oh, sweetheart, that is the right way to get this over quickly!”
You climbed on top of him, quickly adjusting yourself, already wet at the thought of having his hands on you, grabbing you, holding you, how his body would feel against yours writhing under you, weak, under your control. As you positioned the head of his short, thick cock against your entrance, you moaned, groaning louder as you took him in completely, your hands firmly on his chest as he grunted, bucking his hips up a little as you rode him. Sharp breaths and moans in chorus as you both reacted to the feeling of one another, your hands on his stomach, his chest, his thighs and his around your cheeks, your hips, lifting you and lowering you at the pace he preferred.
Oswald whispered sweet compliments under his breath, not that you imagined he didn’t want you to hear him, more that he felt he needed to be chaste, not embarrass you with his praise or gentle words, how beautiful you were, what a good girl you were being, how much he had wanted this and for so long that he would have been willing to do anything for you to just pretend to be his for a moment.
So sweet were his words that you found yourself climaxing, your hand stroking your cunt as you rode him hard, his fingers teasing at your nipples, softly grazing over your skin as he explored your body, making the most of his time with you.
He sounded almost poetic as he came, praising you, holding you down, filling you with his cum, keeping you steady on him as you came yourself, and bringing you down on to the bed next to him, where he held you as you panted heavily, soft giggles emanating from your wet, parted lips.
“Sorry, kid.”
He shuffled away, letting go of you.
“Don’t wanna hold you here against your will, huh?”
He was smiling, but there was an emptiness behind it.
“Actually, Oswald… Ozzie… Do you mind if I… stay for a while?”
“S-sure, sure! Uh… you need more money or-”
“No! No, nothing… not like that. I just…”
“You ok, toots?”
“I’m fine, good. Great, even. I…”
As you turned to face him, he was already staring intently at you, a concerned look on his furrowed brow.
“I liked that, Ozzie. A lot.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, and I’d like to stay. Just… for a little while?”
He brought his arm back around you, pulling you closer. As you let your head fall onto his body, you sighed, safely, securely in his arms. Oswald leant down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“You can stay as long as you like.”
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ppnuggie · 2 years
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HII OMG first of all, i was just stumbled upon ur account and im absolutely HOLLERING at ur chat scenarios with decepticons, especially the whip & nae nae situation 😭😭 i also read ur other written works and i absolutely love them!
OKAY OKAY SORRY I GOT OFF TRACK Since i just saw ur request box is open, can i request headcanons for Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, and Jazz— what are their tendencies or how they overall react/handle things when they’re in an argument with their S/O, and how would they handle the argument when it somehow happened in the worst timing ever (like in an emergency hideout in the middle of a battle or some sort)
sorry if my english isnt the best and i hope you understand what i meant :( thanks a lot and looking forward for more amazing works from u! <3 (also hope u’re having a great day ahead)
      BAYVERSE x gn human reader
    『 jazz ,, optimus prime ,, gender neutral human reader 』
  -> argument w/ so
  — angst ish ,, sfw ,, curse warning
  — so glad you enjoy my works !! :) your english is fine ,, so dont worry <33 i get what you mean !! just make sure next time you add what continuity of transformers ,, bc i only write for bay op but not bay bee ,, :(( nor did i really know what continuity this would be suited for <//3 so hopefully this is alright ?
— also sorry for my late income of getting requests out !! this is my last week of school before summer break ,, and so ill have all summer to do requests and such ,, but unfortunately all my finals are this week :( so ive been more focused on those instead !! promises i will get requests out !! feel free to send any more ideas and requests you have !! :D i dont write for just transformers anymore either !!
optimus prime
• arguments are definitely avoided ,, especially in this case ,, but the snarky remarks of how he didnt really care for the damage he would take in battle slipped out your mouth without your notice
• at first ,, op kind of brushed it off and focused more on trying to keep you safe from decepticons ,, yet when he had taken a heavy shot to his shoulder ,, your scolding made it clear that you were mad
• he could understand why you were upset ,, he did ignore what you had just said to avoid ,, and resulted in being scolded by both you and ratchet
• though the longer you went on about how he should have listened to you ,, how he should have been careful ,, how he should’ve seen it coming ,, he cant say he didnt feel slightly upset
• he felt as though you only saw him as a child as humans called them ,, coddling him when he knew what he was getting himself into ,, he’d known that since the beginning of the war
• and with you treating him in such a way ,, even though you meant it for good ,, he still became upset with it ,, as it was bad enough ratchet wouldnt let him back out when he was cleary needed ,, and he definitely didnt need you to talk his aft off about how he should’ve listened to you
• so maybe in the brink of the moment ,, with anger boiling his energon ,, he had said some harmful words ,, some sentences he didnt mean to say ,, only meant to keep them inside his mind
• “i can handle myself perfectly well, (l/n), i dont need you to fight.”
• obviously he had already stepped over the line with how aggressive his tone was in the beginning ,, but he crossed it more as he saw your eyes widen ,, the use of your last name coldly rolled off his glossa
• you huffed and crossed your arms ,, nose scrunched into wrinkles as your eyes glowed with rage ,, “look who finally put their big boy pants on.” was all you had said before leaving him alone with the others under ratchet’s care
• op was quite furious that you had left ,, even though he stepped the line quite a bit ,, especially since you were only looking out for him as he was your significant other
• he sighed ,, shaking his helm and tried to block out the sounds of gunfire in the background
• when the battle was over and won ,, op would try to seek you out ,, yet kept deciding against it ,, telling himself you’d need time to think about how he talked to you
• he lightly scolded himself for how he reacted ,, as he had been immature to say such words to you at the time
• though it took a week or two ,, you’d finally come around ,, and he would apologize as would you
• the two of you would take the time to have a small discussion ,, and take the argument from that day as a learning point to further prevent such thing from happening again
jazz
• like op ,, arguments rarely happen with jazz ,, as he is more chill and easy going then most ,, which was quite the person to vibe to ,, he didnt really show if he was irritated or didnt like someone often ,, and he was quite friendly
• though when he happened to act extremely careless ,, especially with his life on the line around megatron ,, it made you quite angered how he had disregarded himself like that
• and you were quick to express how you felt when he asked what the scowl was for ,, explaining that it was quite upsetting to act such a way around megatron ,, especially when he could have died
• jazz was quite taken aback ,, as he wasnt as used to hearing you mad ,, especially at him ,, though he did catch the few sentences saying you cared about him and if he’d die you’d be quite sad
• and he cant have his favorite human be sad now can he? he reached down and lightly ruffled your hair ,, telling you not to worry about him ,, that he’ll be fine
• though you didnt believe him ,, if anything ,, you kept on arguing about how him saying that was even worse as he just disregarded how you feel about him performing such careless acts
• he didnt really know what to say ,, only eyeing you before telling you to calm down and take a deep breathe ,, to cool off and then the two of you will discuss this
• it didnt take as long to make up as it did with op ,, as jazz was quite free often with his open schedule (if lennox or op wasnt filling it up with patrols) and he was ready to talk
• the talk went smoothly ,, aside the few tears you let loose when you told him that you just didnt want to loose him ,, especially when it could be avoided
• the mech only shakes his head ,, a small chuckle escaping him as he promised he wouldnt be going anywhere
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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months
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Damn I sent u that ask like 2 or 3 hours ago and u already did it? (The one with the Kinger angst)
Props to you ^^
But anyhoo, u mentioned that the angst thing became more of Kinger’s grief than the original one which made me curious as to what u had in mind? Sorry I know I already sent a request today and I kinda feel greedy about it
Feel free to prioritize other requests! I feel like I overstayed my welcome or more like ur inbox lol
More Kinger Angst!
i must admit, i said that rather loosely! my creative process for these posts is a little untraditional (i think, i mean it doesnt sound like something other people do but maybe im not special LMAO) but i go in these posts with vague ideas that i dont really expand until i actually down and write :0 if that makes sense ! vague to refined !! that said (grips my silly ideas) and dont feel bad about requesting too much! nothing wrong in sending in an additional request now and then, itd be different if you were spamming or swamping up the inbox (neither of which youre doing) so no harm there! uhuhuh building up off of the other main idea from the previous post that i didnt get to explore because i got caught up in the grief; kingers paranoia other post
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touching up on the idea that hes constantly worried about you and the fact you might get hurt or abstract, i think there would be ups and downs with his mental health... some days hes okay, but others its like hes taken a nosedive, you know?
kinger already is shown to be a very paranoid individual but to see that getting worse? like im not sure about you guys but i personally know first hand what its like to be constantly in that sort of headspace for an extended period of time (admin note, im fine now this was years ago and it was surrounding a family members health) but it can really destroy a person
lack of sleep, constantly on edge, irritability, your tolerance for bullshit really runs into the ground, things like that. you start lashing out or you start isolating. i personally see kinger being more of the isolation type, but given that he feels the suffocating urge to keep an eye on you to make sure youre okay... its like a loop, it just keeps going and it keeps getting worse
i think if you want to see a stop, or at least a moments peace, youre going to have to slam on the breaks and try to get him to calm down. help him ground himself, reassure him, work a system for the two of you to make sure he doesnt get too caught up in his own fears.... though i will admit that im a little stumped on how exactly to help him (given that this is a lot of self projection on admins part, the thing in their life that happened only stopped because the issue itself was forced to a stop by outside means)
take him away from IHAs that are getting too intense or overstimulating, walk him over to a quieter space so he can regather himself
take him out for walks around the grounds so he can get fresh air.... or at least... the closest you guys can get in this world.. better than to be cooped up in a confined space with other people in it
just let him. be and experience things in the moment rather than letting him drown in his own thoughts. is it a long term solution? no, but he needs to have a moment to breathe, you know?
but we arent here for comfort, we're here for angst
i think sometimes he would stay by your door at night, caught between disturbing you and checking on you to make sure youre okay. its a ritual of his every night, multiple times a night he feels the overwhelming urge to make sure youre still there
i think he does this with other characters he may be close to, like gangle and ragatha (admins personal hcs).. but i think sometimes it would bleed into wanting to check in on the others every now and then
^totally not borrowed from admins day to day of needing to check on things they know are okay a dozen times a day though its usually stuff like making sure everything is locked and shit
thinks
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.STUFF ABOUT ME.
Whoop!! Hello!! This is just some basic info about me and the such, as well as some other things I'd like you to know!! If you have any questions feel free to ask!
Name: Maple/Reese/Sol
Pronouns: She/He/They
Hobbies:
Writing / Drawing / Animating / Painting / Reading / Roleplaying / Gaming
Fandoms:
FNAF / TWD (Game + Show) / Warrior Cats / The Office / TLOU / DBH / Adventure Time + Fionna And Cake / TOH / Amphibia
As of recent I have been incredibly hyperfixated on The Office and FNAF (specifically Security Breach)
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How long have you been on Tumblr?: I've literally never used it before but I've had an account for a little while for reading stories and such, I honestly have no clue what I'm doing :)
What are your socials?: I have a YouTube, an Instagram, and an AO3 account! I also have Discord but I'd rather keep that personal! Here are some links below!
YOUTUBE CHANNEL
AO3 ACCOUNT
INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT
Are writing requests open? Yes yes yes!! I'm thinking of making a fnaf sb oneshot book, so feel free to send in story prompts! (Extra points if its a Gregory and Freddy duo prompt or something with Gregory, Cassidy, or C.C ^^)
Is the art on your account yours?/May I use your art? All art on this account is mine unless stated otherwise! If you would like to use my art/catified designs that's fine! Just please provide credit!!
Will you do requests for other fandoms? I don't mind doing requests or prompts for different fandoms in my fandoms list! Just please note that I most likely will take longer on them due to my own inability to stay focused on something that I'm not hyperfixated on!!
What are your boundaries? I will not tolerate any kind of nsfw content nor will I create anything of the sort, I am willing to write graphic content (violence-wise) and I don't mind writing darker topics, just please do not take requests too far. Constructive criticism is allowed, just please be gentle!!
As for my personal boundaries, please do not pester me over requests or story updates, I get demotivated really easily and being harrassed doesn't help matters any. I'd prefer it if you used tone tags whilst talking to me, I struggle with tone in text!! My anxiety is a menace and I tend to freak out and panic over simple topics like, discussions of heart issues, discussions about death, pet loss, etc. If a conversation is becoming too much I will let you know, all I ask is that you respect my boundaries 😭(also please do not bring up nsfw shizbiz in my messages, it's just yuck.)
Do you accept questions/ideas? Yes of course!! Feel free to send it in the ask thingy or in my messages!!
Do you have OCs? SLAPS DOWN A BIG ASS BOOK OF TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN. You called? I'll occasionally post art of them, so keep a lookout for that! I'm also willing to answer questions about them as well! :)
How long have you been writing fanfiction? I've technically been writing fanfics since I was 10?? But they were self inserts and they were really bad, I used to write x readers when I was 11-12 but I eventually stopped writing fanfics to write my own stories. I'm just now starting up again on AO3 after a 3 and a half year break!
Are there any certain requests you want? Anything FNAF SB related would be an absolute godsend. like I said before, I am absolutely stuck on it LMAO
Will you share stories/headcanons/art here? I will be sharing my stories on ao3 here, as well as some little character headcanons I have! Along with some catified refs of them because I can't draw a human for the life of me. I will also be sharing oc art and animations here but don't expect too much of that LMAO
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But uhh I believe that's all! I can't think of anything else but if you have any other questions, just message me! Dont make it personal though or I'll hit your kneecaps with a shovel!! I can't wait to learn more about you all, have a lovely day! <3
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