#their lil kiss destroyed me it was so sweet

[cerisereids]

𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹- 𝘀.𝗿.

pairing- dad!spencer reid x mom!reader

summary- spencer reid is the best girl dad on the planet

warnings- hurt/comfort and fluff, post s15!spencer- he is no longer with the bau but there are references to his time there, lowkey some angst bc apparently i can’t write anything for spencer without him being sad, spencer’s daddy issues, a lil makin out/grinding, brief discussion of sex/baby making

a/n- divider from @real-afterglow! happy easter to everyone who celebrates! here’s a cute little thing about girl dad!spencer :)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

spencer reid’s bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed together. usually, this look of concentration was reserved for intense cases, ones spent pouring over complex documents into late hours of the night. tonight, however, he’s traded serial killers for pastel eggs, taunting him from the kitchen table. spencer’s engaging in an intense staring contest with the plastic eggs as he pores over the array of candy and decorations littering the rest of the table.

his head snaps up as he hears your feet pattering down the steps, knowing you’re about to catch him in the midst of a battle between him and your daughter’s easter goodies. you take the eggs’ place as the object of his visual affection when you appear in the kitchen, staring back at him in silence. his puppy dog eyes plead into yours. he knows you know what he’s trying to say, i’m trying, i want this to be perfect. he also knows you won’t let him destroy himself to make you and your baby girl happy, even when he wants to.

“she’s only two, you know. she’s not going to care if the right piece of candy is in the right egg. she’s just happy to be with us,” you speak to his anxieties like you can read his mind.

it’s one of the many things he loves about you, his sweet wife. the way you just know what his brain is fighting against, and can speak to it. your sweet words don’t appease his guilt this time, though, and you both know it. he plows ten fingers through his mop of hair before sliding his glasses onto his forehead.

“i know,” he breathes, and you both know he has more to say.

“but it’s not enough,” you finish for him.

“it’s not enough,” he repeats, defeated.

“well, then let me help you,” you declare, pulling a chair up next to him.

“no, no,” he insists, shaking his head, “you just put her to bed. you must be exhausted, rest.”

“we’re both exhausted, spence. just because i was the one to put her to bed tonight doesn’t mean i’m the only one doing the parenting around here,” he knows you’re trying to reassure him, but he flinches anyway. his ability to be a father has been a sore subject since you first became pregnant almost three years ago.

“plus, we both know i won’t be able to rest while you’re over here, very clearly in need of a helping hand,” you glare at him, checkmate. he relents at that, and allows you to wrap yourself into him. your arms around his bicep, your head on his shoulder, his chin atop your temple. slowly, he allows vulnerability to pierce through the tension between you two.

“what do we got here, handsome?” you croon, and he’s never been so certain that he doesn’t deserve you, that you’re too good for him. there’s not much he can do about that now but kiss you on the forehead and hope his lips convey a decade of love and devotion in one small kiss.

“i just want it to be perfect,” he croaks, eyes glossing over. “i wasn’t here last time. i don’t think i’ll ever not feel guilty about it.”

“i understand, spence. i’d feel bad, too, but that doesn’t mean you’re not there for her, that you don’t love her. because you do. and you show her, and me, everyday, don’t forget that,” you finish your mini speech with a firm kiss on the lips.

a year ago from this very moment, he was pulled away on a case. the call came at 11 pm, the night before your daughter’s first easter. to say he was devastated would be an understatement. he put on a brave face that morning over facetime, watching the chubby hands of one little eloise reid tear through the plastic easter grass hiding the candy in her basket.

he was brave until the time came to hit the hang up button. with the blankness that filled his screen and his hotel room, he broke. he was of no use on the case, and the team knew it, too. he left the bau shortly after that. he didn’t want to feel that way ever again, and he knew if he stayed there, he would. that time it was only one holiday, sure, but what about when she ends up having a dance recital? or graduates? he couldn’t risk it, he knew his family took the biggest priority.

between that and his own father’s absence in his childhood, he was determined to make this easter absolutely perfect for your daughter, no matter if he fell dead asleep on your kitchen table trying.

the staticky rustling of plastic basket grass tears spencer away from his loud, busy brain, and his eyes soften as they fixate on you. helping him. you’re nestling a little stuffed bunny atop the plastic frills of the basket and spencer watches in awe, wondering why he didn’t think to do that first.

he knows the answer. it’s because it’s you. you’re the best mom, and he loves catching those little moments where you prove that to him. it doesn’t take much, like the way you’re slipping $1 bills into each plastic egg, while also making sure you put a piece of candy there as well. it’s a small gesture, maybe, one that doesn’t take much deep thinking, but he knows that it comes from the deepest love your great beautiful heart can muster.

and of course he loves your daughter too, so, so much, but he struggles to show it the way you do. his lack of a paternal presence in his childhood sometimes leaves him feeling empty handed in his journey of fatherhood. you never let him feel this way for long, though. again, just like now, with the way you immediately jumped in to help him. even after he said no, even if you’re absolutely exhausted. you do it for him, because it’s him. because you love him. he still can’t believe it some days.

he smiles, so full of love for his two girls and lets his gaze linger as you run into the living room. you return yielding the carrots and cookies the three of you left for the easter bunny earlier.

“up for a little midnight snack?” you tease, waving the carrots in one hand and the cookies in another before you sit.

“not my preferred treat but i’m not going to say no to one of your sugar cookies,” he jokes, pulling you to the edge of your chair by the small of your back.

he places a kiss on your lips. an intense one, one that conveys every thought blundering through his mind the 10 minutes you’ve been downstairs. how much he loves you, specifically.

he feels you chuckle against him and can’t help but deepen the kiss, pulling you ever closer so his leg comes between yours, your core pressing warmly against his knee. he hears you whimper, a sound he’ll cherish forever, before you rub against him gently and pull away.

“not tonight,” you peer at him over your glasses, a faux concern dancing through your gaze, “if we do you’ll end up giving me another baby. we both know we’re not ready for that yet.”

it’s his turn now to hide his face in the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses along your neck and jaw. you dedicate the rest of your night to making this holiday special for your little girl.

after nibbling on the carrots and cookies, you place them back on the plate with a thank you note, signed E.B. he raises a brow as he sees you pad over to your cupboard, pulling out your bin of flour. your cheeky smile invokes butterflies, and he’s breathless. it’s late, you’re in sweats, your hair is a mess, and you’re currently half-bent, sifting flour over a stencil of a bunny foot, and he’s never been more in love with you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

spender hears rustling and sweet talk echoing down your spiral staircase. baby eloise’s sweet morning rasp, her high pitched baby voice asking mama if the easter bunny came. he hears you coo at her, telling her she has to wait and see, followed by kissing noises and baby giggles. his heart grows three sizes.

when he sees you appear in the stairway through the lens of his phone, he quickly tears his gaze away from the screen to see the real thing. his girls, eyes tired and hair messy, float down the steps, light from the back window illuminating them, like his own personal angels.

“hi girls!” he lilts, gentle as to not startle his baby girl.

her big brown eyes that she got from dad bore into his, and he can feel himself welling up at her sweetness. sap.

“hi sweet eloise,” he bends down for a kiss from both his angels as you set her at the bottom of the steps, “i think someone special came,” he coos, stealing some more kisses from the baby’s soft chubby cheeks.

she nestles into spencer’s chest, a tiny little thumb settled gently on her lips, and his heart bleeds. he loves her so much.

“i think the easter bunny came!” he croons, hugging her tight and close, “do you wanna see what he got you?” he feels her head nod against him and he hands you his phone. the three of you walk into the living room and spencer sets her down, letting her choose where to go first.

she runs right to the fireplace, where the eaten treats and thank you note lay, her eyes wide.

“wow!” he hears you gasp, and he pulls you to him so you can walk to her together, “i think he ate our treats!”

eloise turns to you two and giggles, clapping her chubby little hands. you two can’t help but pull her in, attacking her with kisses before letting her go on to her other surprises.

she squeals at the bunny feet, repeating, “bunny! bunny!” she gets presents too, of course, spoiled little thing that she is.

you’re better than spencer at shopping for the girly things she loves, so he was an observer shopping for the special things she’s getting this morning.

you nailed it, too. you got her pink, purple, and blue ruffle swimsuits for the summer, and he’s already dying inside imagining how cute it will be. she immediately opens the tinted lip balm with a unicorn on it, as well as the princess jewelry kit, complete with fake earrings and a necklace with aurora, her favorite princess, on the pendant.

she demolishes the easter egg hunt you set up for her in the backyard, just like her dad always did. she squeals when she opens each one, even though all the $1 bills don’t mean anything to her, and will end up being spent by you two anyway. you agreed to spend the total $10 on her, regardless. it’s about having something that’s her own, forming an identity at an early age.

later in the morning, when you appear in the living room, ready for easter brunch with your family, he falls in love all over again. his girls, now a complete contrast to his view earlier this morning, clad in your easter best, look so beautiful, he’s now thoroughly convinced you’re angels.

you’re in a pink ruffled maxi dress, hair and makeup done to the nines. your baby girl got her hair styled by mom, one of her favorite pastimes. her curly hair lay beautifully behind the world’s cutest bangs, and she’s cute as pie with her yellow flowered dress.

he saunters over to you, piercing you with a gaze that said ‘i’m ready for baby #2 now’ before kissing you, then eloise.

“you are the two most beautiful girls in the entire world,” he croons, hugging you both close to him in his big arms.

“i love you,” you whisper up to him, kissing his jawline sweetly, “what do you say to daddy, sweet girl?” you prompt, rubbing her baby belly.

“thank you daddy, i love you!” she chirps, planting a big kiss on his cheek.

he never thought his life could be filled with this much joy.

#oh i want his kids BAD #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid hurt/comfort #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #dad!spencer reid #spencer reid smut

[arminsumi]

i know you already made one but i NEED more mean dom! armin arlert to readd 🙏 it’s not a want anymore it’s a NEED for him to say the most evil, diabolically, appalling shit to my face. this man can destroy me however he wants. i need this man to degrade me so bad.

🔞 You're So Mean!

★ Note : mean dom armin? HMM. i cooked this up, hope it's nutritious!

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+ "sl*t"/"wh*re"/"b*tch", dom!Armin, mean!Armin, condescending dirty talk, rough sex, toys, edging, he takes a pic of ur orgasm face, breeding, creampies

He has a cooing, sweet voice when he talks down at you after cumming all over your face.

"Aw, you look so sweet with your tongue out for me. Like a pathetic little puppy. Come crawl over onto my lap and lick me clean now."

You're riding his lap — sorry wait no, correction; he's making you ride his lap and practically bouncing you up and down on his cock. And you're just holding onto his shirt's suspenders, blanking on his cock as it hits deeper and harder with each thrust.

"Nasty fucking slut." he smiles cutely, "Listen to how loud that pussy is. You should be ashamed of how wet you are."

His tone sounds praising and you're so fucked-out when he's got you folded over and restrained over his desk. So you just think he's praising you, you're barely registering the vileness of his dirty talk.

"Baby, you're so pretty, 'm gonna breed your cunt tonight 'n put a baby in you. I think you'll like that, huh? Yeah a slutty little succubus like you loves creampies."

He especially loves taking you from the back, so he can grab your neck from the back and pull you back, forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes.

"Min, 'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" you cry. He just gives you this naughty smile, "Oh baby, bad girls don't deserve to cum. Maybe if you beg I'll change my mind, though. So beg."

"Please! Daddy!" you beg. He's awful, he uses your cock-drunk state to his advantage and makes you beg until your voice goes hoarse.

"That's it, keep begging like a god damn slut. Gonna make me blow my load inside you, pretty girl." he's edged you until your mind melted like a popsicle stick in the heat.

Your knees buckle, he has to keep you upright. His pale, soft hands come down to rub frantic circles at your clit. "Let's make that lil' clit feel good." he grins devilishly against your ear.

Oops! He edges you again and jerks his cock over your pussy 'till he cums, painting your slit white with creamy cum.

"Please! I was so close! I need—mmm fuck!" he shuts you up by stuffing a vibrator into your pussy and letting it buzz at max.

"Aw, I know you were close that's why I edged you, you dumb fucking slut. But look, I'll be a nice boy for you and let you cum this time as long as you tell me you love me, baby."

He almost laughs at how quickly you tell him your I love yous. Over and over. You're incoherent, hole clenching around the G-spot clit vibe, arching and thrusting your hips to help your orgasm along faster.

"Look at that slutty cunt working for its orgasm." he mocks, using one hand to spread your plush ass wide enough until both your holes are exposed. "You're so beautiful. Now you can cum baby, come on chase it like a good puppy and cum for me."

Your eyes roll back, you pant and make the most erotic expression as you cum which Armin mocks. He takes a picture of your cumming face and shows it to you as you come down from your orgasm.

"Isn't she a slutty bitch?" he smiles, then his thumb goes to press the little heart so that picture is favorited in his gallery.

"Miiin, you're so mean!" you complain half-heartedly.

"Yeah, well, you asked for it." he kisses your tear-stained cheek. "Not my fault I caught a kinky bitch, is it?"

Oops. Yeah well you can't deny it — you practically begged your nice boyfriend to degrade you, didn't you? He was so sweet in the beginning but now he loves fucking you until tears stream down your cheeks.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

#🔞.smut #armin #armin smut #armin arlert #armin arlert smut #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #armin x reader #armin x fem reader #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader

[lainsshop]

I’m Your Man ୨ৎ

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: angst(?), established relationship, out of character(?) n probably more..

Song: I’m Your Man - Mitski

A/N: i really don’t know about this one.. give me your thoughts tho!

Alastor is known as a huge narcissist, sure but you were the only one who got to see the “real” him, not only the real murderous side of him but also the soft spot he has for you. You made him feel.. weak?

Ever since you two got together, he view you as you were apart of him like an accessory but also much more than that, his lover. He absolutely adored you, you really accepted his flaw self even if he doesn’t admit he doesn’t have flaws.

He never wanted to admit to so many things cause he believes one second of him showing his weak self will make his enemies aware of that and it will put him and yourself in even more danger.

You were also the only one who got to see him in a vulnerable state, which is rare to be honest. Maybe he doesn’t wanna worry you, he really doesn’t but every time he’s in that state he would always come to you and you will listen to his words.

“You’re an angel, I’m a dog,” He started to slowly say as you two were in the hotels library. The door was locked, the sound of rain and fire cracking could be heard and a sweet slow tune next to you as you play with his hair and ears carefully.

“… or your dog and I’m your man.” There was times were he gets.. poetic in some way. Luckily, you knew what the meaning of his words meant.

He didn’t looked at you in the eyes. “You believe me like a God,” He continued. “I’ll destroy you like I am-” Oh, he could. He could easily hurt you in a second, he doesn’t tho. You being so near to him is like a risk to both of you cause he never hesitates to do anything. Like that night..

“I’m sorry I’m the one you love..” You see, you two met when you were alive, you were a lil bit younger than him by that time and he involved you into his weird habits like killing people, cannibalism, so much more and then your death..

Deep down, he blamed himself for that. That night, he took you into the woods to hide a body, usually it went well but then you guys got mistaken as a deer and the hunter got you first.. he looked at you dead body and then- he woke up in hell.

He couldn’t even process what happened in that exact moment so when he appeared in hell, he wasn’t surprised at all but then he remembered you. He genuinely thought you went to heaven but then again.. you helped him so he looked around.

“No one will ever love me like you again, my dear,” He finally looked at you as he grabbed you hand and gave it a small kiss. “So when you leave me, I should die.. I deserve it, don’t I?”

You froze a bit at that. You looked at him with a surprised, shocked and worried expression. “Al-” “I can feel it gettin’ near like flashlights comin’..” You wanted to tell him how much you meant you him, how even if he’s not the affectionate type or how much of a bad he is, you still loved him ever since the day you met but-

“One day, you’ll figure me out..” There was apart him that you really didn’t knew and he feared that. He feared that one day you’ll know more about him, more deeper about him and leave him. You knew his murderous way, yes but do you actually?

“I’ll meet judgement by the hounds,” A silent scratchy static could be heard as he said the last word. He was still smiling as he spoke.

“You always gave me love, you were never to blame after all, mon ange..” He looked at you with a bit of sad soft eyes as he cups your cheek and his thumb strokes your under eye.

The sudden sound of dogs start to appear outside in the rain. You two looked at each other as you had watery eyes trying not to get emotional or anything. There was silence between you two until-

“You believe me like a God-” A tear fell down your cheek. You suddenly hug him, not too tight, just enough to show him that you cared about him and you didn’t care how he really is.

He started to caress your hair. “I’ll betray you like a man.”

© LAINSSHOP 2024

#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel

[narcissarina]

I read a hilarious Reddit post of a guy saying “called my wife after I got shot and actually said ‘hey honey, I kinda got shot’ and she was mad I said it like that” and all I can picture is re2!Leon (maybe RC didnt get destroyed, so he’s a cute lil rookie) getting a call from his s/o and s/o is like, in the hospital or something and is like “Hey, just so you know there’s a dude with a gun mugging people. Oh btw, he tried to mug me and I kinda got shot”

Poor pookie is gonna be SO distraught.

LEON WOULD LAUGH AND CRY AT THE SAME TIME😭😭😭 making a short one shot outta this, sorry it took so long😭😭🙏

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕

Leon was working a little late so he made sure to tell you, he’s finishing up his report and check his phone for the time. His thoughts drift you, he wonders how beautiful you sleep in your shared bed and how he’ll slowly get on bed—careful not to wake you up until your feel the bed weight shifts and turn to him and ask him that he just got home in a tired tone.

Files were stacked on his desk; messy and pens all over. He picked the papers he should organize, pens in its case. He yawns and keep himself awake with some coffee, he hums as he thought of you.

As if the noise seems to muffle, leaving Leon on his own in his world. His phone rang, snapping him back and took his phone. Its was your number on display, a big grin planted on his face as he picked up, “hey, baby. Need something?” he asked, his tone sweet and loving, “uhm…” your voice was heard from the end of his phone.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m in a hospital right now.” Before you could speak further, Leon hang up the call, adrenaline course through him.

Everything is clean in this room, you were lying in a hospital bed with the monitor beeping. You look down at your phone that shows Leon hang up on you, cutting you off before finishing what you had to say.

You place your phone down near the bed drawer and deeply inhales, you pick up a nurse shouting from outside your room, “sir, you can’t come in there!”

You flinched, tugging the blanket close to you as Leon burst right to the door—sweat running down his forehead, he’s out of breath as he spots you in the bed, “baby, what happened?” he asked, rushing to your side and squeezing your hand as he brought your knuckles to his lips.

“I just want to buy you your favorite food because I was planning to stay up late and wait for you on the dinner table.” He hums and nod, “yeah?”

“There was this dude who’s mugging people,” Leon raise a brow and nodded, “where is he?” he asked, going to call units to find the smuggler. “He tried to mug me and I kinda got shot.” Your lips turn to thin lines as Leon’s face dropped and his mouth open.

Silence comes between you as he let out a small, “huh?” he was distraught, “got shot.” You repeat and laugh it off, “don’t worry I’m—holy shit are you crying?” your tone changing to chill to concern, “are you okay?” he sniffle, he just couldn’t believe that you would laugh it off and go about your day.

He leans close and bury his head to your stomach, “Leon, I’m fine.” You assured, “no, you’re not fine.” He mumbles and you could feel warm liquids from your hospital gown, “I’m sorry, I’ll try to get off work as early as I can and be with you and won’t let this happen again.” He apologized to something he can’t control, you smiled at his warm words and assurance.

“There’s no need for that,” you said, “yes it do.” He insist and called up a friend back to R.P.D to catch the smuggler as he promised you to make that guy apologize for shooting and trying to mug you. What you kept in mind is Leon is just super worried and blamed himself when you get hurt and he’s not there to support you when it happen.

“You’re such a baby.”

“I’m your baby.” You earn a laugh from him as he pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, “not going to lie, it was kind of funny—but it’s also not funny since you got shot.”

𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏.

#resident evil leon #leon x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy #leon re2 #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #he's my baby princess:3 #my pookie>-< #HE DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU'RE HURT😭😭😭🙏

[nyctophiliq]

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐗 — abby anderson, ellie williams, dina woodward

— “leaving myself for other girls to play with.”

content warning/s — female reader, porn without plot, foursome, mean dom! ellie, service top! dina, jealous! abby, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on use, belly bulge, dressing up, implied breeding kink, face sitting, squirting

a/n — i am not going to be sorry about this, this is just a short fun lil thing for people to enjoy, this is brain rots bcuz of finals and for the anon who screamed at me in my inbox, hope you like it lovely

"WE'RE ALL LOOKING AT A DIFFERENT PICUTRE."

you were like a dool, dressed beautifully in a pretty dress with pretty knee socks but no panties as ellie liked- that’s why she had the honor to play with you first, and also the fact that she rounded you up for this fun little playdate. she was eager to toy with you and destroy your cunt. Still, she wasn’t going to rip the pretty clothes, she will want to see you in them again. so she only lifts your skirt, exposing your glistening folds for her and for the others to see how wet you are.

ellie fucking you deep while you sit on her lap, so deep your belly has a little bulge every time she bottoms out on you with her strap, stuffing you to the brim. she kisses the skin at the corner of your eyes when you whine “it’s too deep”. you wanted to feel good and wanted to make her feel good, right? she likes to see you cry, tearing up, raw lips trembling from being fucked too much, too hard. although she wouldn’t admit it out loud, she has the fantasy of coming inside you, imagining it’s not only your cum that she fucks into you but hers too until it leaks out. it would be an honor to bear her child, yeah?

abby is fed up with ellie tiring you so much, shoving her a few times to get her off your crying form. she caresses your cheek to wipe the tears falling from your lashes, saying sorry for ellie being so mean before one of her thumbs pushes past your lips to open wide, the other hand opening up her folds as she pushes you back, climbing on top of you and lining her pussy up with your mouth. drool leaks from the corner of your lips, trickling down the sides of your face while she stuffs her puffy clit in your mouth, praising your tongue. your drool mixing with her cum when it leaks into your mouth, she is patting your cheek when you swallow all that she gave you.

dina whose tits you have been massaging, rubbing her cunt occasionally while eating abby out. dina is not fond of getting into the fight between the other two, but will smooth the battle between the two to eat you while you eat abby out for a second time or when ellie gets over her pride and sits on your face. she spanks you, spreading your slick all over and between your quivering pussy lips before latching her mouth on your clit. she alternates between small licks and kisses, caressing your thighs before sucking harshly on your bundle of nerves. you are sweet, a bit salty from the tears that have dropped down to your cunt when ellie was having her way with you, your thighs closing around dina’s face when you squirt on her face.

you are like a toy, quite literally the doll for them to play around with. in pretty clothes, pretty eyes, beautiful hair, and the body perfect for them to do what they please with it. they know it and you believe it, there won’t ever be who can take care of you like the three of them can, it’s just not possible.

#📗 — written by moss ! #tlou x reader #tlou x reader smut #tlou ellie x reader smut #tlou dina x reader #tlou dina x reader smut #dina x reader #dina x reader smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams x y/n #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson x female reader #tlou abby x reader smut #abby anderson smut #the last of us abby

[moonrisecoeur]

romance — leon kennedy

author’s note: i am sick this is actually a really cute fic. although i might be a lil mentally ill. this fic is for @ovaryacted so i hope u like it nic :3 feeling re6 leon vibes hehe !!

wc: 4.7k

content: detective leon x psycho reader, fem!reader (reader wears a dress and is referred to femininely), no d/s dynamics but reader is slightly more in control, lots of pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, my girl, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty wife), talks of marriage, unprotected sex, blood as lube. reader is like actually insane but leon loves her.

warning: this fic is dark content, containing moderate amounts of blood and gore depictions, along with discussions of murder, torture, bodies, weapons, etc. please read with caution and take care of yourself.

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notes:

"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly. 

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

—

“what… have you done now, princess?” he stumbles, because when you said you look good in red, he clumsily thought you meant you were going to wear a red dress for him. 

“the guy was asking for it, lee,” you tell him, taking a step closer to reach out to him, but he steps back, “are you… afraid of me?”

“kinda. i also just… i don’t want you to get blood on my work clothes,” his smile is always gentle towards you. there’s no reality where detective kennedy can get mad at you, though. he adores you too greatly.

your eyes drop from focusing on his soft, warm gaze, to trailing down his body. he really does make himself pretty for you. black blazer and black dress pants on top of a red wine button down, top two buttons left unbuttoned because obviously the s in leon s. kennedy stands for slut. or maybe selfless? sensitive? submissive? who knows?

either way, you have the eyes of a predator. he knows you know that, yet you make no attempt to ease his mind, to tell him, ‘oh, it’s alright baby. i would never hurt you’ because neither of you are sure if that’s true. 

“blood on your clothes, huh..?” you murmur, almost distantly, like your mind was somewhere else.

“we, uh, have dinner reservations, baby. why don’t you get cleaned up and we can go? i don’t think… the restaurant would appreciate blood all over their chairs and tables,” he looks away, and then back to you. your eyes are hungry, but he tries to keep you focused, “baby, you got rid of the body, right?”

“well.. not necessarily… i wanted to dismember him myself,” you pout, like you were asking for something a lot less gruesome. like, ‘leon, could we please get ice cream after dinner?’ but instead you were asking something a little bit more on brand for you. he doesn’t even know why he’s surprised.

“just… okay, whatever. just c’mere and kiss me, sweetie,” he welcomes you into his arms again, refusing to even pay any mind to the viscous scarlet liquid that saturates his velvet suit, your hand staining his neck and you reach to rest it on the back of his neck. he stopped caring about the mess and wrapped his arms around your waist.

you kiss him feverishly, stained hands and tainted souls clashing together. leon was rotten before you met him, corrupted and dark. you feel a bit more comfortable with the fact that you have not ruined him. there was nothing good about him to ruin. he lies, fabricates and destroys evidence, forces confessions, truly a brutal guy. 

and yet, for the pretty thing that clutches onto him, only feeling truly happy in his arms, he is comfort. he’s safety and goodness. he is everything that’s right in her world. your world.

you are awful. but so is leon. that is why he loves you so dearly. if people like you both are even capable of such emotions.

your dress is carmine and if leon didn’t know any better, he’d think you were a victim of a heinous crime, but he does know better. and he knows there is not a single scratch or bruise on you.

leon holds you close to him, hands wrapped around your waist, giving you his complete soul, enjoying the warmth of your embrace and the familiar feel of your lips pressed against his. he squeezes you tightly and runs his hands along your hips, his touch smooth and gentle. 

leon is your complete opposite. your touch is forceful and aggressive, but leon is gentle. all your body knows is his softness. you are erratic and violent, but leon is composed. 

as you continue kissing him, leon's breath becomes heavier and his heart beats faster. he pulls away for a moment, panting gently as an expression of pure joy and relief crosses his face. leon leans down again, this time capturing your chin between his fingers as he looks into your eyes, soaking in the sight of you.

“you… are beautiful,” his voice echoes, low and full of an adoration even leon can’t wrap his head around. scarlet covers your figure, and all he can see is utter beauty. 

“you got anywhere to be, detective kennedy?” you smile as you address him professionally, but it’s only teasing. your hand is moving to help him shrug off his suit coat and he thinks he might be here a bit longer than he thought. you throw it onto the table.when your hand starts moving to help him take off his jacket, his eyebrow raises in interest, and his eyes follow the movement of your hand until it touches his shoulder and starts undoing the buttons.

"no, nowhere in particular," he says casually, watching his coat get thrown to the side. you’re careless. that is expensive velvet, and your red hands definitely just ruined it. it’s alright he muses, he’ll just replace it. 

the coat, he clarifies to himself. he’ll replace the coat. not this memory with you. 

"excellent," you tell him, crimson fingers tangling into his blonde hair, “i wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.”

"i figured as much," he chuckles playfully, enjoying the feeling of your fingers digging into his scalp, massaging the tension away. leon's body relaxes against yours, savoring the feel of you pressed against him. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer.

"i've been working way too hard today," he sighs, and he sees the soft pout that comes to your face. it’s gotta be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, "don’t look at me like that, baby. i just didn't get much of a chance to relax. it’s my job, princess.” leon squeezes you tightly against him, the warmth from his body radiating against yours.

“how does your brain work for that long?” you shake your head, “i feel like i would start losing it with how long of days you work. you shouldn’t have to work so hard, lee.”

"i swear, i was staring at the same case file for like, ten hours straight," he sighs. "i can't look at those numbers and words anymore."

"i bet," you mumble, noticing the way the blood is drying up in his hair and on both of your clothes and skin, "you look like you're the murderer now," you chuckle, "i think i'm going to have to lock you up."

leon lets out a laugh, looking down at himself and noticing the dried blood caking up in his hair and on his suit, "i bet i do," he chuckles, "i look like i've just come from a crime scene."

leon looks up at you, his eyes shining mischievously. "then i guess you'll have to arrest me," he teases, "do you have the handcuffs ready?"

you laugh, mostly because you know he’s making shitty jokes, but also because you might enjoy restraining him a little too much, “oh yeah, except the jail cell is my bedroom.”

"well, you're the officer who has to bring me in," he says with a smirk, "i don't think i'll be resisting arrest too much."

“oh, shut up, dork. just kiss me,” you groan to him, pulling him in by the hips. his white button up dress shirt being stained by your red hands feels indicative of what you’ve done to leon. it’s not like he’s perfectly pristine, he’s been a corrupt cop for years, but… you have only made him worse.

it's as if he's addicted to the touch and affection of your hands, his body becoming hot with desire. he enjoys the way you press against him, your red hands staining his shirt and staining his soul. your fingers dig into his hips forcefully as you pull him in close to you, your tainted hands staining his clothes as you do so. you've definitely made him even more corrupt than he was before you came into the picture, and he's loving every second of it.

you pull away to whisper to him, in his ear, wet blood covering his skin and his clothes, "i love you."

now, he’s known for a long time that you love him, even if that love is twisted and tainted. as blood drips down the both of you, he wraps his arms around you more tightly, burying his face in your neck as he whispers into your ear.

"i love you too, princess,”  he whispers back, not caring about the dried blood coating you both, "also, wait, where is your victim? did anyone see you? please tell me you were careful, baby."

"i destroyed his body parts already, don't worry. no one saw me."

"thank god.. or should i say thank you?" leon replies with a cheeky grin. to him, you are god. you are a religion. you are a deity who visits him in his dreams and treats him like her beloved human pet. he looks at you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your body, the dried blood of your previous victims making you look even more beautiful to him. god, you are so fucking pretty to him.

"though, i do need your help destroying evidence.." your fingers draw sweet little hearts onto his back once you throw his dress shirt off entirely, but he's certain your bloody hearts left literal, physical drawings on his skin. you are so fucking deranged and he adores you.

"i can help you with anything," he murmurs, leaning his head down to plant kiss after kiss on your neck, “that’s what i’m here for, baby.”

every trace of your blood-stained heart has been embedded and melded into his skin, like a stain that can never be washed out with bleach. he loves his psycho princess.

"but i don't want to think about that right now," you lean your head on his shoulder, "i just wanna be here with you.."

leon nods, enjoying the feeling of your head pressed onto him, the warmth from your body radiating gently, "i know, i know, baby," he says softly, "no worrying right now, just you and i."

after a moment of peace and calm, you perk your head up suddenly, a contemplative look on his face, "do you think... will i ever go to prison?"

leon chuckles, shaking his head as he continues stroking your hair, "no, you won't," he replies confidently, "not as long as i'm around, and i'm not going anywhere. i'll always keep you safe and make sure you're never caught."

leon feels the weight of your worries melt away from you. he enjoys being the one to calm you, tame you in a way. you are a monster, but with him, you’re his sweet girl with her.. mildly disturbing hobbies.

"you’ll be okay," he says gently, "i mean, if anyone does find evidence pointing to you, i'll get rid of it before it can even be used. i'm not going to let anyone come between us.”

“yeah?”

“you’re stuck with me forever, princess. i’ll make sure you never spend even one night in a jail cell. only the most comfortable living arrangements for my baby.”

you chuckle, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, “you’re the one that’s stuck with me. who knows? maybe my thirst for blood will include you some day.”

leon laughs, his body trembling slightly at your sweet kisses against his neck, he doesn't even want to think about the possibility of you deciding to kill him one day, but he also knows that it's not an impossibility. he swallows the lump in his throat and decides it's better to just push that thought away for now.

the worst part is… he knows you’d enjoy it. you’d watch the light slowly leave his eyes with glee. makes him nauseous.

"maybe," he says with a teasing tone, but it’s impossible to miss how his voice shakes, "but i'm more valuable to you alive, sweetheart."

“i know, i know.” you giggle, hands digging into the waistband of his fancy velvet slacks, “i just like playing with you. you get so nervous.. it’s cute.”

leon grins in return, but a hint of a nervous chuckle escapes his lips when he feels you start unbuttoning his pants.

he feels his heart rate start to pick up, both from anticipation and a little bit of anxiety, “you like playing with me huh…” he says in a lower, somewhat panting voice, “don’t play with your food, baby. do what you gotta do.”

you smirk, pushing him down onto his office chair, the same one you bought him a couple months ago when he was complaining about his old one. you sit yourself down on his lap, hands resting around the back of his neck, caressing him so sweetly. god, if leon closed his eyes, he could pretend this was normal and you were normal and you were both just two young lovers that adored each other. 

his hands grasp your waist and keep you close, as he's afraid you'll leave him. you can't leave him now. not after all he's done for you, to protect you, to save you from yourself. he's ruined himself for you, he's destroyed evidence and burned bodies and lied and lied and lied for you. you can't leave him now.

his psychopath. his monster. his sweet lover. him. you belong to him. 

he doesn't understand why you're so gentle with him, but you are and he's grateful, so he doesn't push the subject. when your hands pull at the waistband of his boxers, his eyes become soft and glassy and he rests his head back against the chair. you may do what you please with him at this point.

leon lets out a contented sigh as he relaxes back into the chair, his head leaning against the backrest as he gazes up at you. you are… breathtaking. a beautiful dove covered in her victim’s crimson blood.

your touch is soft and delicate, much different from the usual roughness that you've had with your previous victims. yet he can't complain that you're choosing to be so gentle with him, letting him keep this illusion of you being a normal person, just for a moment.

"can i have you, lee? right here, right now?"

it's almost amusing how normal that question sounds to him. after all this time, after everything he's done for you, after all the murders he's covered up for you, the bodies he's burned and the evidence he's destroyed... it almost makes him chuckle to hear that sentence. it’s remarkable, honestly. you’re vicious and violent and cruel… and you’re asking for consent? how adorable.

"of course," he says softly, his tone slightly pleading and desperate, "please. take me, baby... i'm yours."

you smile sweetly, though the sweetness is undercut by the blood on your face. he would almost assume you're possessed by something demonic if he didn't already know you were evil to begin with, "you make me so happy, baby." you muse gently, "you keep me safe, protect me when i mess up... i'm gonna be your perfect little wife someday."

leon chuckles softly at your words, but there's a part of him that's a little bit terrified. in his mind, he knows that this isn't the beginning of some fairytale romance, and that your intentions aren't quite pure, but he chooses to ignore those thoughts. he's already fallen down such a dark path because of your influence, so what's stopping him from falling a little bit deeper and going all the way down into this fucking madness with you?

"i'll protect you from everything," he replies, his fingers gripping tightly around yours, "nothing will ever hurt you again, my sweet wife. i’ll keep you safe and happy, always.”

"we should get married in a big, beautiful chapel. i don't need a lot of people there, i just want to be there with you."

leon grins, "you'd be happy with just a small wedding?" he asks with a hint of surprise in his voice, "i thought you'd want something big and extravagant to show off to everyone."

“all i need is a pretty dress and you,” you whisper to him.

leon chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, his fingers slightly trembling. a part of him can't help but wonder how this would all end: would it actually end happily? with you two walking down the aisle to an altar, exchanging vows? or would it end up with his body buried deep in the woods?

he forces himself to ignore those thoughts, for now he should stay focused on the moment. you look at him so sweetly, so earnestly, so he decides to trust your intentions with him for now.

"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly. 

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

you smile as you lean in to kiss him again, hands finally resuming their movements to get into his underwear.

leon lets out a soft groan, his muscles tensing as he feels your hands slip through the fabric of his underwear, pulling out his cock for you to play with, or so he assumes you’ll do. you play with it like it’s a toy, something you can just have fun messing with while he sleeps or before you fuck him. he uses the verbage of ‘you fucking him’ because this is in no way him fucking you… even if it’s his dick. at some point that dick attached to his pelvis became yours.. 

he wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you begin to caress him. he's just so vulnerable to you, he's yours in every aspect of the word, physically and emotionally. yours, yours, yours.

"i'll be gentle, i promise. i'm just gonna stroke your cock, nice and slow.." you murmur. your touch is warm but teasing, and when you notice the tension in his body, you can't help but giggle, "i can't go too quickly just yet.. can't make you feel too much too soon."

leon chuckles softly, a part of him enjoying this teasing routine. he knows that eventually you'll give him what he wants, so he doesn’t mind waiting. whatever his girl wants, she gets.

"i know" he says panting slightly, "just take your time, princess..."

it's just so hard not to adore him, so malleable and soft, you could mold him into anything you want.

leon's eyes are starting to get hazy, his breath hitching in his throat and his body trembling. your touch is so delicate yet so powerful, it's making his entire body quiver. he’s not even on the edge but he feels like he is. both of your hands jerk him off so slow and sensual, and he knows the only reason they’re moving so smoothing is because your hands still have wet blood on them… which means you’re practically using that guy’s blood as lube and… this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up. you are awful and he can’t wait to make you his wife.

leon’s not necessarily the most submissive man alive, but he does listen well and you always get what you want, so take that as you will. he's always been so easy to mold into whatever you want him to be. he's followed along like a loyal dog, doing everything you ask of him. he's done such despicable things in your name, knowing that at the end of the day, you'll love him enough to keep him by your side.

he feels your thumb massaging his tip and he suppresses a nervous whimper, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in the feeling of your touch. you’re too much of a tease, but leon is patient.

“promise that you’ll always stay with me, lee. promise that you’ll never leave,” you whisper. he doesn’t know why you expect such a deep answer from him when his brain is becoming more and more mushy by the second.

“i promise," he whispers back, still panting slightly from pleasure. “i'm never going to leave you. i'll stay by your side for as long as we're alive. i'll never stop protecting you, loving you"

“i will sink my claws into you and never let you leave,” you growl.

he leans his head back against the chair again, a smile creeping on his lips as he lets out a shuddering breath. "i'm all yours, princess, and i have no desire to be anyone else's."

just as he starts to get close to the edge, riding the fine line of pleasure, you pull your hands away from him. you feel bad for denying him, but you're only doing it so you both can finish together. leon lets out a soft shiver as you tug your hands away, your teasing just making him more and more desperate.

he lets out a tense, groaning sigh as you pull your hands away, a small whimper escaping his lips as you did so. he's so close, but you're not quite ready to let him cum yet.

leon tries his best not to show his disappointment, the build up has been intense and it's frustrating to feel himself denied, but he knows you love it. you love making him desperate, making him beg.

he concedes: this is what you like, so it’s what he likes. 

but his disappointment is quickly brushed away as you get up off of him to take off your beautiful bloody dress, and your undergarments too. for all of the blood on your face, neck, chest, and arms, the rest of you is mostly untouched, and he finds the difference rather amusing. your stomach and thighs look so soft and innocent.

he gazes at you lustfully as you remove your clothes, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at your naked body. he can’t think, can’t breathe, his eyes going everywhere they’re not supposed to. he can only try so hard to be a gentleman. 

"you.. are going to make me your wife," you say, voice carrying an air of certainty. you are not suggesting. you are telling him what's going to happen, and he will obviously obey, “you’ll buy me a pretty ring. nothing expensive, don’t waste your money on something stupid like a diamond. and you’ll take me on a beautiful honeymoon, and we’ll spend every moment of those days together just fucking like rabbits. understood?”

marriage was never something he considered until you called yourself his ‘pretty little wife’ to be honest, but with the way you're demanding it now... it's something he'd easily give in to, "okay" he finally manages to whisper back, "anything for my beautiful wife."

you smile gently, settling back onto his lap, pussy aching for the cock in front of you, so desperate to fill you up, “you ready, baby?” you ask.

leon nods, his eyes fluttering briefly at your words, “yeah, i'm ready," he mumbles, his breath already short and his heart beating so hard he's surprised that you can't hear it.

you slide him inside, giving yourself a moment to adjust. leon can't help but find the slight discomfort in your face cute.

you moan gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, "o-oh, ah..."

he can hear every soft sound and breath that escapes your lips as you begin to move, and he can't help but let out a soft groan as well. his hands grip tightly around you, tightening every time you moan or gasp.

leon holds onto you for dear life, he knows he's already so close to finishing, he could really blow any second, but the longer this goes, the longer this moment lasts, the more intense it gets. you’re going to kill him one of these days. 

"l-lee.." you gasp, hips rocking back and forth, almost circular motions.

"oh god.. baby..." he lets out a tense moan as you ride him, movements gentle but somehow still so overwhelming.  his fingertips dig into your shoulders as he tries to keep himself restrained, but he's at the very edge of his control.

every movement sends a jolt through his body, his muscles flexing and releasing with everything he's got to keep himself from finishing before you.

“leon…” you groan again, and he never really realizes the effect he has on you until your body is trembling as you ride his cock. your voice isn’t quite begging, but he almost hears it like that. it sounds like a love confession wrapped up in his name. he doesn’t see it until all of your defenses are down, but you love him so helplessly that it must be scary. 

god, he wants to hold you in his arms forever and never let you go. protect his serial killer for the rest of her days.

he lets out another tense, breathy moan as you start to move even faster, you're pushing him to the limit. every sensation that he feels is so intense, he can hardly handle it, it takes every ounce of self-discipline in his body to keep himself from finishing early, but that’s what you get for edging him right before. you put him at a huge disadvantage.

“wait for me..” you whisper, “wanna cum with you..”

he nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut as a trembling breath escapes from his lips. he's trying his hardest to wait for you to finish, the urges and sensations within him are overwhelming and he feels as though he might explode at any moment.

and he does unfortunately, just a moment early, but it kick-starts your orgasm so for the most part, you’re both gasping and moaning and breathing fast and shaky and helpless together, hands grasping at any skin they can reach as you’re pulled ever closer to him. he sticks his head into the crook of your neck as your pretty pussy squeezes around him. he feels breathless and helpless, holding you like he’d die without you. he feels your heavy breath and your hands tightly gripping him, you must be completely gone, orgasm hitting you in waves that squeeze every drop of cum out of him.

you’re his, he realizes. completely, utterly his. you need him. you can’t go on without leon and there is nothing more pleasing than being your lifeline. your face makes that cute little pout, dried bloody fingers making his shoulders red, but this time it might just be his blood. your nails are digging into him, but he can’t blame you. you’re too lost in pleasure to realize what you’re doing.

once you both start to slow and calm down, breathing returning to a more normal pace, you lean down to rest your head on his chest. 

after a moment, you ask him, “are you really gonna marry me?”

“mhm,” he hums, fingers brushing against your head, licking his thumb to try and rub off the dried blood on your forehead, “i'll get you a ring and get down on one knee and everything.”

“what will our wedding be like?”

“whatever you want, princess,” he closes his eyes, “i don't have a single care in the world about what flowers you pick or if you want to invite people or if you just want it to be us two and an officiant in the empty wedding chapel. i just want to call you my wife. my sweet, pretty wife. my girl. my only love.”

you giggle, nuzzling closer into his chest, “detective kennedy. my husband,” you grin cutely, “my leon. mine.”

burgundy drips from his fingertips as he brushes them against your cheek, “yours.”

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bloodstream cowboy like me chapter seven

part seven of cowboy like me 🤠 feel free to grab parts i-vi (and more!) over on my masterlist for all ur joel miller needs. can you tell i had my period when i wrote this...? it's just a big ol' hormonal, needy MESS please don't take it seriously you'll ruin my street cred as a cynic

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: you’re on your period and want attention, kisses, and pain medicine from joel. that’s all

warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) a whole lotta fluff. like, sickly sweet fluff. mention of periods/cramps/blood, one tiny mention of pregnancy, put mdni since there are mentions of sex & sexual themes but no actual sex, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), bit of cursing, and a pop-tart is destroyed :( rip lil guy

word count: 3.8k

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In an instant, you want to grind into him, drag your hips along the fabric of his boxers, push him. Rile him up. Make him pine. Make him beg. What the fuck would you even do, anyway? Sex? It’s not like that’s your easiest option right now – definitely not a tidy one. But it doesn’t stop you from picturing it, now that you brought it up. Is Joel picturing it, too? He’s tracing every inch of your face with his stare, soft, but knowing. He knows exactly what’s going through your fucking mind. The way his boxers start to swell against the inside of your thigh gives it away that it’s running through his, too.

It’s been a week since you slept with Joel for the first time. Realistically, waking up in a foul mood to cramps should’ve been some sort of tiny celebration. Yay, I’m not pregnant. But the ache in your tummy, the weight of your limbs as you heave yourself around the house, the sobbing at any minor inconvenience, doesn’t feel so much like a celebration as it does a punishment.

You’d dragged yourself from bed, clutching your belly, and hobbled downstairs. Your dad left for work a couple hours ago; the slam of the front door woke you. Does he always have to be so fucking loud? You’d struggled to get back to sleep, knees tucked under your chin.

You take a blanket from the couch and wrap it around your shoulders, bunching it up at your belly to soothe the pain, and begin raking the cupboards for food. For crappy, sugary, junk food.

When you turn toward the toaster and bump your hip into the corner of the kitchen island, sending the Pop-Tart in your hand tumbling to the ground, you burst into tears and dial his number.

He answers on the second ring.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he coos in response to your wailing.

“Joel, I– my fuckin’ Pop-Tart just flew out of my hand!”

He’s quiet for a beat. “Your– Say that again, baby?”

What you respond with isn’t even intelligible. You know it. It only makes you sob more. Well, that, and looking down at the crumbled pastry on your kitchen floor.

Joel spends the next five minutes calming you down, shushing down the line and trying to get you to speak in plain English. Eventually, you take a deep breath and speak clearly between gasps.

“I – am on – my period. I – got – my – period.”

“Ah,” he muses. “That makes a lot more sense, kid.”

You burst into tears again.

“Hey, hey,” he’s laughing now, “no, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay. Look, I got a free house today – Sarah’s out all day. I ain’t workin’, either. How about you jump in the car and come over? We can lay in bed all day and I can make you feel better. How’s that sound?”

You sniff and mumble a quiet, “Good”.

Joel tells you to head on over once you’re ready. You throw a sweatshirt over your shoulders, slip into comfortable shoes, and get straight into the car. When you pull up outside, he’s already standing at the front door.

Just the sight of him makes you weep. Leaning against the porch post, one hand hooked around his belt. You get out, hunched over with the pain below your belly button, and waddle over to him.

“C’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers as he wraps an arm around you, basically pulling you up the steps to him. “Gonna get you nice and comfortable, okay?”

You lean into his chest and he kisses your head, closing the door softly behind you.

“Upstairs,” he instructs.

You silently obey and make for his bedroom, shuffling your feet along the carpet. When Joel enters the room a few minutes after you, you’re buried in the middle of his bed amongst a sea of pillows and blankets.

“Feelin’ alright?”

“Ish.”

He has a mug of tea in one hand, a box of pain meds in the other, and a hot pack draped over his arm. He sets the tea down on your nightstand, hands you the hot pack (which you immediately lay across your stomach), and offers you the pain meds.

“Water?” you ask, looking up at him with a petted lip.

“I brought tea.” He nods at the mug.

“I can’t take pills with hot tea,” you whisper.

He gives you an affectionate smile and shakes his head. “You’re lucky I care about you s’much.” He leaves the room, calling back, “Put those puppy-dog eyes away!”

You smile smugly to yourself and shimmy deeper into Joel’s pillows. He returns moments later with a glass of water.

“Your highness,” he grumbles as he sets it down for you. Then he pulls a small blue packet from under his elbow.

“Don’t have much round here, bein’ on my own mosta the time,” he admits, sliding it onto the nightstand, “found these in Sarah’s bathroom. They do?”

You smile, eyes scanning over the Always logo. “They’re great.”

The edges of Joel’s mouth lift, proud, like he reckons he’s outdone himself.

You gulp a couple of painkillers down and settle back into bed, heat pad already working its magic.

Joel lifts his side of the comforter up to climb in beside you, but you stretch an arm out.

“Uh-uh.”

“Huh?”

“Not in your jeans. Are we animals?”

He peers down at himself. “The hell am I s’posed to wear?”

“You don’t have sweatpants?”

“I’m supposed to change into my sweatpants just to cuddle?”

“Who the hell lounges around the house on their day off in jeans, anyway, weirdo?”

He clicks his teeth. “You’re talkin’ awful big for someone meant to be in pain, y’know,” he huffs as he unbuttons his jeans and hauls them down his legs. “T-shirt okay?”

“T-shirt’s fine.”

In just his tee, boxers and socks, he climbs in alongside you, snakes his arms around you, and slots his thigh between yours the way he always does. It calms you instantly: his warmth, the sound of his heart beating into your ear, his chest rising and falling with his breathing.

“You okay, sweet girl?” Joel mumbles into your hair.

“Mhm,” you reply, feeling yourself dropping off. “Sleepy.”

He runs a hand under the hem of your sweatshirt and up your bare back, rubbing circles gently where the pain is. You’re asleep within minutes.

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You stir to the distant sound of voices. Still enveloped in Joel’s arms, you flutter your eyes open slowly, and look up to his face, lit blue by the TV. He’s watching ESPN.

His eyes dance along the screen, following the players running. His beard, thick, dark, gray and white spotted along his chin, disturbed as he runs his fingers through it. His skin, marked by the sun, by time, by fine lines and dimples at the corners of his mouth.

The Joel you’ve known your whole life – grumbling, head dipped, brows close together; his rough hands and his worn jeans, his awkward squeezes in place of hugs…he doesn’t exist anymore. He’s replaced by this new Joel: kind, warm, approachable. Like you can finally see him, finally get to know him.

The Joel who doesn’t think twice about taking you in his arms, isn’t concerned with how you’ll react. Just knows you’ll fall into him any which way his hands touch you. The Joel who can have you bent double under him, panting his name, and the same Joel who can lull you to sleep with nothing but his scent and his thumb drawing lazy circles on your skin.

The Joel who makes you want to call him your Joel, like he’s made only for you. He does these things only for you. He’s different for you.

Suddenly you feel shy. Realizing that this is the first time he’s seen you like this – vulnerable, in pain. Hurting. And then realizing that he didn’t miss a beat; just swept you up in his arms and bundled you into his bed. Made you comfortable. Made you safe.

You swallow your heart back into your chest. For a second, you almost felt…something. A shift. Something new. A problem arising.

Joel glances down, notices you watching him, and mutes the anchors’ voices.

“Welcome back,” he whispers, giving you a little squeeze. “Better?”

“Mhm. Thanks.”

“I was gonna order a pizza, if you wanted.”

He reads your mind again. Just the thought of a fatty, greasy slab of dough with fatty, greasy cheese all over it is enough to make you salivate.

“Pizza sounds good.”

Joel, wanting to stay near you, and also not wanting to have to get up, picks up his phone and orders it from bed. You sigh as he pulls you back in and sinks lower into the pillows, turning the volume up.

You snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, where it fits perfectly. Made for you. Joel’s arm cradles around your back, sneaking under the bottom of your sweatshirt to hold your hip, keeping your body pressed against his. Your fingers trace shapes on his shirt, lids closing over with each blink.

Out of every sport in America, baseball is the one you’re interested in the least. Growing up with a diehard Rangers fan for a father will do that to you. Every week: Rangers game. Every conversation he had with Joel: Rangers. Every time the TV was switched on: Rangers talk.

You learned to tune it out when he’d rant over dinner, either to you, or into his phone, or to Joel. You’d sit back in your chair and count the crows resting on Marcia’s rooftop. Couple times Joel would kick your leg under the table and ask how school was goin’, when you’re flying back, but as soon as your answer was done your dad would steer the conversation back to baseball.

It bored you at best. Mostly it just made you huff and turn on your heel, back the way you came. Dodging Rangers talk like it was a bad smell.

This time, you doze in and out of sleep, relaxing with the rise and fall of Joel’s chest, his fingers playing with yours. The anchors push you off, then wake you back up with their raised voices as they disagree on some play, some team, some result.

You could lie here forever and never complain. Well, maybe not forever. You care about Joel a lot, but even you have your limits.

You nudge him with your head.

“Yep?”

“Who’s the dude in the blue polo?”

“That’s a coach.”

“He’s kinda cute.”

“Not my type.”

“Are we gonna watch ESPN all day?”

Joel hands you the remote. “Take your pick, darlin’.”

You begin surfing through the channels, eyes scanning for something to take your mind off the pain slowly returning between your legs. You’re barely two pages through when the doorbell rings.

Joel softly slides out from underneath you and throws his jeans on, heading downstairs where you hear him thank the delivery guy, hand him the money, and shut the door again.

“You still good with your water, or you want soda?” he calls upstairs.

“Soda, please!”

He brings up a bottle for you to share. You pull yourself up to rest against the headboard, and Joel sits the pizza between you two.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” he whispers, looking up at the TV.

“Nope!” you reply, mouth full of delicious pepperoni pizza.

“Grey’s Anatomy?”

“You ain’t seen it?”

He hands you a look. Do I look like the type of guy who’s seen Grey’s Anatomy?

You giggle. “Alright, so: Meredith was datin’ this dude Derek – surgeon at the hospital, he’s so hot–” Joel raises his eyebrows, “…but he wouldn’t tell her a thing about his past. Then, she’s waitin’ for him in the lobby,” you take another bite of pizza, “and thish woman walksh over to ‘em,” gulp, “and says she’s Derek’s wife!”

He’s hanging on to every word you say, not ‘cause he actually gives a crap about Meredith and Derek, but because you do. He’s lying propped up on his elbow, watching you with doting eyes as you catch him up on the storyline of the show, smirk slowly growing on his lips.

“You gonna eat the pizza?”

You snap him out of his daydream. “Huh?”

“You ain’t touched it.”

“Oh, yeah,” he says, taking a slice. “Was just listenin’ to you.”

You tuck your chin into your shoulder and he gives your cheek a gentle squeeze, then you both turn your attention to the TV.

You spend the next couple of hours pausing the show to catch Joel up – “So Meredith ain’t into this George?” “No, he’s just a friend.” “But he loves her?” “Yep.” “And they slept together?” “Uhuh.” “That’s…complicated.” – and chatting over the more boring parts.

You’re only a couple episodes in when you finish the pizza. Joel lets you have the last slice, “Seein’ as you’re my little invalid for the day,” he says. He’d have given you the last slice whether you were ill or not, though, and you know it.

When Joel gets up to take the empty box downstairs, you slip out from under the covers to the bathroom. You sit down, underwear between your legs, and freeze.

Fuck.

Your sanitary pad is soaked through, scarlet with blood, the lining of your underwear the color of rust. You run your thumb along the fabric; it’s still damp. Lifting your top, you notice similar stains on the insides of your thighs, at the very top.

Fuuuck.

“You okay, baby?” Joel’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

“I’m…Yeah, I’m good. Uh, Joel?”

“Uhuh?”

“Could you hand me that pack of sanitary pads?”

He mumbles Sure, his shadow retreats, then the door inches open and his wrist sneaks through the gap, holding the pads out. You take it sheepishly and begin to peel the pad from your underwear, stopping when it reveals more blood stained into the fabric, this time a brighter red. Fresher. You groan, shutting your eyes and tapping the packet against your forehead.

“You sure you’re alright?” Joel asks again, this time from further away.

You’re almost doubled over on the toilet, pain back in full-throttle, voice muffled by the sleeves of your sweatshirt. “I’m fine,” you croak.

The door slowly falls open and Joel’s figure stands in the slit of light. “Kid,” he beckons, and you look up. His expression is normal, if a little concerned; but he doesn’t seem embarrassed to ask, “You need a change of underwear?”

Your face flushes and you wince, your head dropping into your hands, elbows resting on your knees. “It’s on the bed, isn’t it?”

“Might be, yeah. Sarah’ll have somethin’, sure she wouldn’t mind if you…you know…”

“Ugh,” you sigh, still keeping your face from him.

Your period was never something you cared about, even growing up with just your dad. When you got your first one at twelve, he went out and stocked the bathroom with what you needed. Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of, hell, half the population deal with it. That’s what he’d said.

And you agreed. It’s just your body doing what it does, right?

Still, you can’t ignore the heat on your cheeks from the embarrassment of the guy you’re sleeping with seeing you hunched over on his toilet, underwear stained with blood, the same stain on his bedsheets. It’s just not your finest hour.

But Joel doesn’t seem to agree.

Not when he sets foot in the bathroom and crouches by your side, placing a kiss to your temple.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

He looks offended; his head jerks back to survey you. “The hell you sorry for? You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, baby. Look,” his hand settles on your thigh, rubbing gently, “go find somethin’ to change into in Sarah’s room, get yourself cleaned up, I’ll change the bed. You’re fine.”

“’s not really romantic, is it?”

“I didn’t ask you to come here to be romantic,” he holds your head, “I asked you here to take care of you. Now go.”

He helps you to your feet and you wander off down the hall toward Sarah’s room. You guys grew up together, you’re close enough that she’d probably slap your arm for even asking to borrow her clothes, especially when you need it most right now.

Still, you whisper an apology as you rake through her closet, and make a mental note to be extra nice to her next time you see her.

Once you’ve changed, feeling a lot better, you slip back into Joel’s room where he’s fixing up the clean bedsheets.

“Done?”

You nod, and he takes your underwear from your hands and tosses it onto the pile of sheets by his laundry basket. See? No big deal. He takes your bicep and wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in.

You lift your chin and look up at him, a gleam in your eye. Thank you. He furrows his brows and gives his head a quick shake. No need to thank me.

Joel motions for you to get back into bed, where he lays back and holds his arms out for you to relax on his chest again, but you’re staring at his lips. You lean in and kiss him softly, the only thing you can think to offer him after taking care of you and being so sweet all day.

He returns it, one hand coming up to the back of your head, the other finding home on your hip. You roll back and pull his weight over your body, linking your arms behind his neck. Your thighs close around his waist and his hand runs down your bare leg.

The kiss deepens, both of you coming up for air, just to immediately fall back into one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouths.

As Joel’s hands explore the skin under your top, massaging and rubbing across your stomach, you begin to worry.

In your experience, kissing always leads to more. You’ve never been with a guy who doesn’t expect sex whenever you lay a hand on him. This feels so good, though, and you don’t want it to stop.

Still, you pull back and quickly whisper, “We can’t…you know.”

“I know. We won’t.” Joel is matter-of-fact. This ain’t a thing to him.

“I mean, we can. People do that – it’s supposed to feel better, or something? I think it helps with the cramps. I’ve never done it before, though.” You’re talking too quick, saying too much. Joel’s just watching you, letting you go on, smiling at you.

“Baby. We won’t.”

Your tongue knots. “We won’t?”

He breathes a laugh. “No, we’re just kissing. We’re not gonna do anything you don’t want. Just tryna make you feel better.”

“I’m not sayin’ I don’t wanna, I always wanna– Well, you know. I like it when we do it. I’m just saying it can get messy, you know?”

He’s grinning at you again. That fucking grin. That You’re being adorable right now grin that makes your heart skip.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Joel reassures you when he lowers his head again and his lips find yours.

Your head tilts as you allow him access to your neck; his favorite place to leave marks. To show everyone, whether they know it or not, that you’re his. You fold, head rolling back onto the pillow as he bites a bruise into your sensitive skin.

Joel pulls away, releasing your neck from between his teeth, and you stare at each other a moment.

Something flickers across his eyes; his jaw jerks as if he’s about to open his mouth and speak. As quickly as you notice it, it disappears. He stops himself.

You run a finger along his bottom lip, and he kisses it lightly.

Between your legs, your center pressed to his, he twitches. Sparks to life. Same thing that sparks in you, though you don’t know where to put it. You don’t know how to undo it.

In an instant, you want to grind into him, drag your hips along the fabric of his boxers, push him. Rile him up. Make him pine. Make him beg.

What the fuck would you even do, anyway? Sex? It’s not like that’s your easiest option right now – definitely not a tidy one. But it doesn’t stop you from picturing it, now that you brought it up. Is Joel picturing it, too?

He’s tracing every inch of your face with his stare, soft, but knowing. He knows exactly what’s going through your fucking mind. The way his boxers start to swell against the inside of your thigh gives it away that it’s running through his, too.

And then his ringtone breaks apart the moment.

“Sorry, kid,” he groans, leaning over to retrieve it. “Hello?”

You recognize your dad’s voice instantly. He has no volume control where phone calls are concerned.

“Joel, you seen my daughter? I got home and she wasn’t here, and I can’t get a hold of ‘er.”

You scramble to find your phone amongst the bedsheets. When your hands find it, you hold it up to show Joel eight missed calls over the course of the five hours you’ve spent here. He scrunches up his nose in response.

“I ain’t seen her. I’ll try callin’ her, she’s probably just out and about.”

“Thanks, bud. She won’t have gone far, just she usually has her cell on her.”

Joel promises to call you before hanging up, and you sit back, slowly closing your eyes with a sigh.

“Now.” Joel leans into you, resting his head against yours. “I’m gonna call you, and you’re either not gonna answer – ‘cause you ain’t been answerin’ your dad – and he’s gonna worry more; or, you will answer me, I’ll call ‘im back, and he’ll wonder why you been ignorin’ him. Or…” He trails off.

“…Or, I go home and act like I ain’t seen his calls, tell him I’m sorry, and he’s none the wiser.”

“Hm.” He nods once, lips folded inward.

“I don’t wanna go,” you whimper, sliding down the headboard and resting your head against Joel’s shoulder.

“I know, darlin’. But we had our fun.” He takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours. “I hope I made you feel better.”

“You did,” you whisper back. In more ways than one; sure, he fed you painkillers and rubbed where you were hurting, but that isn’t all there is to it, right?

The last time you saw each other, he had you propped on the kitchen counter, legs spread, begging for him to let you cum. Today feels as much about making you feel better because of that, as it does making you feel better because of your period. Today feels like Joel telling you he cares about you past the orgasms y’all give each other.

Message received. Even though it makes you dizzy when you think too much about it.

Joel takes your hand and places a kiss to it.

“Hey,” he mumbles against your knuckles, “me ‘n your dad are going to Costco on Saturday to get stuff for this…garden party Sarah’s wantin’. You wanna come?”

“Will you hold my hand and kiss me when I want again?”

He breathes a laugh. “I will when your dad ain’t lookin’.”

“I’m in.”

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A Goodnights Sleep

Elle Greenaway is my wife, no one can say anything to me about it. Yes I am only on episode 18 of season one of Criminal Minds but if anything bad happens to her in the next 15 seasons I will become an unsub

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

Reader is down bad for Elle, and Elle is down bad for her but in a less subtle way

Warnings: a few mentions of throwing up, mentions of Elle dying but nothing happens to her, Elle being a lil grumpy, reader and Elle get called in late at night, takes place in season one episode 15, Unfinished Business. (Also this was a tad bit more self indulgent than all my other works, so the reader wears glasses because I wear glasses), allusions to smut. It's long because she's my gf and deserves the world. Enjoy!

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Just 45 minutes ago, I was fast asleep. Elle in my apartment, cuddled up under the warm covers, the smell of Elle's shampoo aiding my sweet dreams. Then, the moment of peace was destroyed.

It started slow, then the noise seemed to get louder, slowly invading my dreams and shaking me brutally awake. It was like someone was slowly pulling my covers off my body. Like an evil coldness seeping into my bones while I slept. I squinted my eyes open, pushing the my scarf up from my eyes and groaned.

Our phones sat on the nightstand closest to her, both lighting up buzzing loudly against the wood.

"Ellie."

I muttered still under the haze of sleep. In my defense, she was closer to our phones than I was. She laid totally still, chest rising and falling peacefully. The chimes of both of our phones going off at the same time made an ugly noise that ripped through my bedroom and ripped me further from sleep the longer it continued.

"Ellie!" I swatted her perfect ass, and she jumped up a bit.

"Hm?" She hummed in a state of slight alarm.

"Phone." I mumbled.

"What?" With a small stretch she propped herself up on her arms and ran a hand down her sleepy face. Even tired, she still looked perfect.

"Phone. Answer." The order was brief but after a moment, I heard her press the off button on my phone and grab hers. She hissed, the bright light searing her eyes and hit the answer button

"Greenaway." She bit back a yawn, I bit back a curse. Of course it was work. In hindsight, if both of our work phones were ringing it would be work calling but still. Of course.

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After dozing off while brushing my teeth and stabbing myself in the back of the throat, I sat parked outside Elle's apartment waiting for her to come out in her work clothes. I would've laughed at the memory of Elle hopping out the shower, patting me on the back furiously as I gagged. I dropped to my knees, still covered in water from our shower, her still covered in the soap she was rinsing off her body. If only it was a funny thing that happened while getting ready to go to work for the morning.

The dark sky was taunting me, and all I could try to do to keep myself awake was stare off through the windshield and continuously check that I had locked the car doors after Ellie hopped out.

I wanted to be back in my bed, in my mumu and bonnet with my girlfriend. Not on my way to work where I can't be all over her, showering her face (and everywhere else) with kisses because we'll get called into HR for sexual misconduct.

But life isn't perfect in the slightest. Shaken from my pessimistic thoughts by my lady coming back into the car, I sighed. Tossing her bag in the back seat with mine, she pulled her seat belt on and I slipped my crocs back on so I could drive.

"You have everything?" I asked, my voice still rough from the early hour. I hadn't even bothered to put on proper makeup, abandoning my usual lip liner and gloss combo and just putting on a bit of lip gloss and mascara.

"Sadly." She responded gruffly. With a wry smile, I pressed a kiss to her hand leaving a glossy stain on her. She tried to smile back at me but she sighed after a minute and my heart cracked.

As much as she tried not to make it noticeable, Elle had been feeling down lately. About how her life was going, about what career she chose. And the thing about Elle is there's nothing you can do for her unless she wants you to do it.

"Let's just get there and we'll just have to sleep on the plane." It was the best I could do for her. Under the light of the moon, she shut her eyes and let out a fake sob.

"Oh god, don't say 'on the plane', because now I'm scared we'll have to go somewhere." Running her hands just over her face, I held up my large giant mug, and she took a sip from the straw. Her slender fingers tilted the straw to me and I look a sip in response. Placing the cup down, I put the car into reverse and began to back out of the parking lot.

"It's what the go bags are for baby." I grumbled.

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I threw my coat down at my desk, listening to Spencer, Derek and Hotch speak about whoever it is we were called to meet.

Saying I was listening is a lie, I was actually staring at Elle like always. Her long lashes and full lips were basically calling me, saying 'lets run back home before these guys can catch us'. Her eyes met mine and I shot her a wink. A smile that warmed my heart was her response. Sure, the tired bags under my eyes weren't sexy but I wasn't trying to be. I just wanted to be let her know there was someone here for her in all this mess.

Being woken up in the middle of the night due to a murder case wasn't thrilling. In fact, it was really disheartening. To be woken up and instantly reminded how evil the world is always hurts. You can go to bed thinking of how many people you saved, how many people you kept alive, how many people you got justice for. Then you wake up the next morning and you're told there's another one and their worse than the last.

You'll go to bed that night, thinking 'if only I knew about this guy sooner, I could've stopped him sooner, I could've kept these people alive' but you learn how to live with the knowledge you can't save everyone and be grateful that you did save somebody. Elle was different though Every night, she to goes to bed thinking 'there's people out there I should be catching'. As her girlfriend, it's my job to keep her mind off the bad. And if I have to do that by making corny jokes and winking at her when I look half dead then I'll do it until I die.

Slipping behind her I took her hand in mine, just for a few moments. Out of sight of everyone (at Elle's behest of always wanting to look professional. Me personally? I always wanted everyone to know how much I loved my Ellie) I ran a manicured nail over her hand and Elle motioned for me to bend a bit. Crouching down, Elle pressed a soft kiss to my braids.

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Reid read the letter, as I scribbled notes in my notebook, my glasses perched on my nose.

The Keystone Killer had eluded Max Ryan sometime ago, and now he was apparently back. But did it need to be in the middle of the night? I twirled my pen in between my fingers, and bit my lower lip. Everything about this case just made me grumpier and grumpier. A cold case, reactivated, called in the middle of the night, and a man with some abhorrent manners playing SSA. Great.

"He got away?" Morgan asked, sleeves rolled up. Part of me was angry that he just always looked good no matter how tired he was. The other part was really hungry for some reason. Elle's eyes met mine and she blinked at me with a look that said

'Kill me now, I want to go home.'

I shook my head in response and gave her my own look that said 'no can do babe'.

"Would we have woken you up if caught him?" Then silence. My eyebrow shot up and Elle's eyes caught mine and once again we shared a look. The greatest thing about being a lesbian was that women understand each other in a way men can never understand. This was certainly one of those moments.

'Oh??' Elle's eyes basically screamed and I pursed my lips as if to say

'Me personally, I would never take that' and Elle bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. I smiled lightly, glancing back down at my notepad as Gideon cleared his throat.

Eventually, I spaced out (which I honestly shouldn't have, if anyone found out about that I could've gotten yelled at but I got the overall gist) and JJ entered with yet another victim. Carla Bromwell.

"Take a look, see what you can see." JJ announced handing me the paper. I frowned deeply, fixing my glasses and taking an apprehensive sip of my coffee.

My specialties were stalking crimes, crimes of sexual harassment and I had a medical Ph.D under my belt along with a Ph.D of Forensic Science in the works, and a Ph.D in psychology, I was usually the first one to look at a body after police. Still this picture (maybe it was just because I was so sleepy) did nothing for me.

"I'm not seeing anything special. Well other than a bag on her head but there's no abrasions on her neck, there's no bruises on her face or anything suggesting he had to fight her down. I'd have to see her." I sighed miserably, placing the paper back down. I felt last nights dinner coming back up. Dead bodies were nothing new, but I was already in a crappy mood then I had to examine a corpse. It would make any woman's stomach turn.

A soft hand brushed against mine, and I tensed up for a moment. It was Elle. She was never one for affection at work (but once that clock hit 6:00 good luck, keeping her off me) but seeing me stifle vomiting all over the table must've given her a bit of leeway. Leeway I was grateful for.

"I'll meet you all on the plane in 30." Hotch announced, heading to the door leaving us all in his irritated wake. Elle's head lolled back and she kept him lips pursed together to hide her frustration.

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"Bab- sorry," Elle corrected herself, before uttering my name. I was looking around the crime scene, the bright curtains of Carla Bromwell's home blinding me. Cops bumbled around me, and I readjusted my gloves over my hands while Elle, Agent Ryan and Gideon began the examination of the body.

"Can you come take a look at this?" I nodded silently, in truth I was trying to keep my coffee down. Bye no means was this the hardest thing to look at that I've ever seen. Yet something about this case was just...bothering me. Keeping my mouth shut as much as possible was the best course of action.

"No bruising around the wrist, ankles or neck, like you said earlier. There's a lot of blood in this bag though, she got hit with something heavy." Elle pointed out to me. Yet for some reason I just stood there. Staring down at the body, not in shock or disgust but in something else.

Her hair was dark and short, like Elle's and in a weird way she looked like Elle would when she was older. When I stood in silence for a minute, I got some odd looks.

"Are you alright, Doctor?" Gideon asked me, while Elle placed a gloved hand on my shoulder. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. I was stuck, every part of my body screaming at me not to throw up all over this dead lady.

"Is she having a stroke?" Agent Ryan asked. If I wasn't currently catatonic and a weird feeling of panic wasn't filling me from my toes to the top of my head I would've politely told him to piss off.

"Baby?" Elle whispered in my ear.

"I'm here." She whispered, taking my hand in hers. She stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder and the other holding my hand. Shutting my eyes, I took a deep breath. Elle was here. She was holding my hand and telling me she was right there. She wasn't some poor dead lady in a bag.

'But she could be.' a small voice in the back of my head nagged.

'You could be standing over her next, examining her body because some bastard got through you and got his hands on her.'

Elle's a big girl, she can handle herself. I'll always be there for Elle. Pushing down the thoughts, I shook my shoulders and opened my eyes. Now to address the meltdown I nearly had.

"My apologizes, I was a bit too deep in thought. The blood slipped out rather narrowly, not from smaller openings created by a large hit. It's one cut, a narrow but deep one." Bending down, I ignored the curdling in my guts. Elle moved her hand, the comforting weight gone.

I glanced over, seeing the opening.

"A swift beat down but not with the murder weapon." I mused.

"A surprise attack, probably." Agent Ryan revealed and Elle placed a hand back on my shoulder. I clasped it, and nodded that I was fine and we could talk about it later.

"The puzzle said, 'No fight',-" Elle began.

"I know what the puzzle said." Ryan interjected. For the second time silence filled the room. I stared at him, a blank look on my face as I thought of something. Anything I could say to this man.

Elle's neck snapped towards him quickly, and if I wanted to vomit anywhere, it was on this guy.

"My partner is entirely competent, thank you." I snapped at him as politely as I could. The nerve! The gal! The balls! The audacity! God forbid women say anything I suppose. Elle nodded slightly and I noticed her swallow. When Elle's ability's were questioned it either hit her and hurt her or hit her and bounced off. This time it hurt her.

Rolling my eyes, I bent a bit, examining the body some more. Then a few more moments passed and Elle made the decision to go look out a rear window, of course to Ryan's disapproval. Then again what wasn't to Ryan's disapproval?

"I'm going to take a look around some of the other rooms." I announced. Truth be entirely told, if I had to stay in here any longer I was going to fight this man. Elle stood by the door, and I couldn't help but notice her perk up when I announced my departure. In truth I wasn't going to examine shit, I was going to go find a nice corner and stand in it, out of everybody's way. I quite literally did my job already.

"Is there another body that needs your inspecting Dr.?" Fighting back the urge to say 'there's about to be,' and then stab him with my pen was a feat I'll forever be proud of.

"I do more than examine bodies, Agent Ryan. As an SSA I have the jurisdiction to involve myself in all facets of examining a crime scene, including but not limited too corpse examination. By all means you are welcome to follow me but there are some things I won't be able to communicate with you as you are no longer an active agent. Do you have any other questions?" With a tight lipped smile, I stood silently. When in doubt, kill them with kindness even when fake.

"No, thank you for your help Doctor." Gideon sighed, running a palm over his face.

"You're welcome, please call me if you need help with anything else." With a nod, I fought off the urge to run out of the room. Elle followed me down the hallway and we both fought off fits of the giggles that appeared whenever we were together.

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After the day we had, Elle and I were now in our hotel room. My hotel room actually. Personally, I didn't care if everyone knew what we were doing in our shared hotel room because we're two grown adults who just so happen to like women. If it were Morgan no one would bat an eye if they knew he was getting freaky in his room. I don't even think anyone on the team would actually care. Still, Elle didn't like the idea of giving any allusion to our private business.

Every mission we go on, Elle goes on a crusade 'no sex while we're chasing a murderer' but then after a few hours she can't keep her hands off me and can't focus on work until I focus on her. It's really just adorable.

I laid on my back, in my bra and Elle sat behind me, my head resting on her stomach so I could watch TV over my boobs. She ran her hand over my bonnet and I glanced up at her, seeing our matching bra sets. The second best part about being a lesbian was that you could have the perfecting matching outfit with your partner every time. Right down to the bra and underwear.

My eyes focused on the episode of South Park playing, and my body felt warm and peaceful for the first time today. From the moment we were dragged out of sleep, I had what could only be described as cold sweats all day. Like when you eat too much of a certain food and it just makes you sick.

Now I was safe. Wrapped in what can only be described as a bundle of love. The hotel room was a pleasing set of warm color tones that made me so happy that I was about to repaint my apartment the exact colors. The TV played in the background of our serene scene, Elle's soft hands never stopped drawing small circles on my skin, and we had the heat on so we could sleep without clothes on. Even better? I ordered room service.

"So do we want to talk about today? You really scared me babe." Elle asked while sliding over so my head was no longer on her stomach. With a soft 'pouf' my head hit the pillow as a new episode started.

Cuddling up next to me, Elle took my hand once more and I wrapped my other arm around her, while sliding up a bit so I could still see the TV. I knew she'd want to talk about it. I'm just glad she waited until I was comfortable and relaxed enough to discuss it.

"I don't want to talk about it, but the right thing to do is discuss it. I panicked today and I'm sorry baby. I just...she looked like you would when you get older. Then I thought 'someone could get her' and I was so scared. I almost puked all over that lady." I shuddered and Elle let out a soft noise.

"You were making your throw up face. I was scared I'd have to run you to the window." Elle traced her fingers over my stomach and I caught her hand, before she could get to my rib cage to try and tickle me.

Glancing down at her with a raised eyebrow I laughed.

"I do not have a throw up face." With weak protest, I grinned. This job took it's tolls on both of us, and I was just happy that I had Elle to help me through mine.

"You do, your eyes get all small and your lips get really dry." She explained, running a thumb over my lips. Thankfully my lips certainly weren't dry now, knowing I just put on some chapstick. Mango flavored just the way I knew she loved.

My voice dropped a bit and I cupped her chin.

"How do you know my lips get dry?" I asked looking deep into her eyes. With a smirk she licked her bottom lip. Gorgeous green eyes looked into my brown ones.

"I'm totally not staring at them." She smiled, bringing her face closer to mine.

"Oh yeah?" I pressed my lips to hers, and tasted her cherry lip balm.

"Mhmm." She hummed, as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and cupped my face. I teasingly bit her lower lip and she pushed her body into mine. We pulled apart, after I needed to breath and she followed my lips but I held my head away while we both caught our breaths.

Pressing her forehead to mine, I let out a small giggle.

"I love you. And no one's gonna get their hands on me, I promise. I'm always gonna be here for you, and I'm so thankful that you're always there for me." Ellie promised me and I felt my heart swell. I knew Elle was crazy over me just like I was for her. Yet whenever I hear her say it, it's like waves crashing into me.

"I love you more." I responded, taking her lips in another kiss. Then that kiss turned into two more, then a few more trailing down her body and in between her legs.

And this time, there was nothing that interrupted our peaceful moment, nothing that interrupted our sleep afterwards, and nothing woke us up except our alarms the next morning.

#black reader #x reader #fem reader #x black reader #criminal minds #elle greenaway #wlw #sapphic #their lesbians your honor #fbi #their in love your honor #elle greenaway x black reader #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway x fem reader

[bp-zb1fics]

doll~

pairing: leejeong x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: heavily suggestive themes, smut

wc: 736

summary: jeonghyeon really needs more self control (lmao no he doesn't)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!!

tw/tags: plot where? flirting, implied nudity, kisses, making out, lap sitting, hair pulling, name calling (doll), fingering, riding, choking, pre-negotiated safeword/signal, leejeongs a lil wild but v soft for u

a/n for 🐺 anon ty for sharing the dream that inspired this short, spicy and spontaneous fic and for @yunacoeur bc our little leejeong obsessed squad won’t be complete without your hype energy ily both 💜 enjoy this fic and the lil mood board I made to destroy our sanity. I hope you dream of him tonight!

You’re in bed when he gets home.

It’s late. He’s missed you. You’re all sleepy and soft and fuzzy around the edges, whining as the light from the hallway filters in when he opens the door. 

“Leejeong-yah!” God, he hates it when you call him that. (He really doesn’t)

“I’m home.” He announces. 

“Yeah, no shit.” You groan, sitting up, running a hand through your mussed up hair.

His response promptly goes flying out the window along with the rest of his sanity. 

You’re wearing his shirt. And what looks like absolutely nothing else. Jeonghyeon takes a deep breath. He needs to control himself. Really, if he lost his shit everytime you did something like this, he’d literally have a heart attack.

Still his eyes wander down to the sliver of skin between the hem of his shirt and the sheets. You shift a little as he stays quiet. Oh, you’re definitely not wearing anything else.

“Jeonghyeonie?”

“Hmmm?..” No, he’s definitely not moving closer, his legs just have a mind of their own, is all.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He says absentmindedly. Oh look, he’s on the bed now.

“Like…this…” You’re suddenly faint, he’s right in front of you, his legs bracketing your bare ones, his arms more or less pinning you against the bed frame.

Okay, maybe Jeonghyeon’s a little crazy right now but who can blame him when you look like that? Cheeks flushed, gaze bashfully trying to avoid his. Well that won’t do. 

The edges of his mouth quirk upwards, just a little, before his hand is tilting your chin up and his lips meet yours. It lingers, sweet and needy and just leejeong. He pulls away briefly just to say”

“I missed you.” And then he’s kissing you again, hotter and hungrier. You can’t help as your fingers fly to his hair, tugging at the strands.

Jeonghyeon snaps, a hand snaking around your waist and flipping you over so he’s leaning against the bed frame, you on his lap. His shirt is all rucked up, exposing your bare thighs and well, everything. He runs his fingers over your skin reverently, leaving goosebumps in his wake, all the heat pooling between your legs where he’s pressed, firm and straining.

“Pretty doll.” He murmurs and you whimper, just a little. Jeonghyeon doesn’t even bother to undress, slicking up his fingers and opening you up for him, other hand cupping the back of your neck to hold you close.

“You’re so good for me.” He praises as you get shaky, hands gripping to the back of his shirt as his fingers send jolts of heat up your spine.

Your boyfriend can’t help but call your name as he slides in, saying it like a prayer, holding onto your hips for dear life as he breathes heavily, jaw clenching. Then, he wraps one hand loosely around your throat and pauses. Jeonghyeon looks at you, a tentative question.

“Okay?” You nod. “You know that I’ll stop if you tell me to stop?” Another clear nod. “And if you can’t talk?” You give him the signal you agreed on. “Okay I’ll-”

Fingers tighten around your neck and you gasp as he coaxes your hips up only for gravity to bring them back down. Both of your breaths stutter, your more than his. He’s slow at first, glancing up every few seconds to check on you. But soon, his pace becomes frantic and you can only cry out faintly, warm fingers cutting off your airflow.

“You feel…” He whispers into your ear, almost as overwhelmed by the sensation as you were. “You’re doing well, doll.” You swear you nearly white out from that alone.

Later, concerned hands carefully run over the red marks around your neck. You’re blissed out and boneless, lying on top of him, his chest still heaving.

“Good?” He asks like it’s your first time, so tentative that you can only smile.

“Very good.” You breathe out. You’re warm and cleaned up, having changed out of his soiled shirt into another one, still his of course. He’s in his pajamas too, hair still a little damp from the bath you both took.

“Goodnight Leejeongie~” You murmur as you doze off. Jeonghyeon closes his eyes.

If he lost his shit everytime you did something, he’d definitely have a heart attack by now. But sometimes, you know? That didn’t seem too bad.

#boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet x reader #boys planet drabbles #kpop fics #boys planet 999 #boys planet mnet #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #lee jeonghyeon #lee jeonghyeon drabble #lee jeonghyeon x reader #lee jeonghyeon fic #bp-zb1fics

[justalildumpling]

⇢ renjun as your boyfriend

pairing: renjun x reader  genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our fav lil angry bean jun <33 (also um?!?! he literally has THE BEST bf material photos istg)

your relationship would’ve probably started off as not friends but not dating in a way, whether you met thru mutuals or just naturally, the two of you would’ve felt a spark but wanted to get to know each other before actually pursuing something

renjun would’ve made it obvious but not too obvious about his feelings, enough for you to question it but not enough for you to be completely confident with your evidences

the dreamies would be ROLLING AROUND the floor in frustration, telling him to confess his feelings already and giving you the biggest hints ever with the two of you shrugging them off saying it’s too early

despite the slow burn lead up to your relationship, i feel like renjun’s confession would be rlly casual like you two would be over at one of your guys’ place watching tv on the couch cuddling and renjun would just drop it like- HUH?!

it could literally be a disney movie in the background and renjun would say “you know, that character is my favourite from that movie” and you would laugh and ask him why

“idk it’s just really cute and it reminds me of you in a way, maybe that’s why i’ve always liked you.” 

once you started dating, not much would’ve changed in your relationship ok besides from the occasional kissing and hand holding etc

i feel like he would send you little doodles throughout the week that reminded him of you

oh the way he would have the softest smile on his lips whenever he talked to you or if he received any messages from you during his schedules 

renjun would have so much care for you whether he would express it thru just random sweet sayings throughout the day like “you look pretty today” or just giving you that honey soaked smile that he has (you know the one) 

he would call you love or some sort of cute nickname and would get super happy if you gave him one too (tho wouldn’t admit it to the dreamies LMAO)

the dreamies would so tease him everytime you came over ESP HAECHAN OML which would probably end up in a bickering match between the two so nomin and mark would take you away from the scenario and have a nice civil chat

he doesn’t seem like the type to overdo on PDA but wouldn’t mind small gestures like holding hands or leaning on each other’s shoulders/lap/stomach

tho i feel like he would purposely kiss you in front of haechan just to be petty and see his reaction LMAOO

tho he doesn’t seem like the possessive type, he would get clingy towards you when schedules abroad comes up 

“imagine you came with me to Thailand that would be so cool, haha im kidding! i mean… unless??” “ok fine!! i’ll stop guilt tripping you but like just so you know i’m gonna be crying on the plane tomorrow.”

ok. renjun may be a relatively small man but do not underestimate his power/anger like if he found out you were ever mistreated in any way he will fight. like rip to whoever hurts you because jun would roast the heck out of that person (touch them and i’ll destroy you vibe)

your dates will either be aimlessly exploring the city and trying to find the best hotpot spots or food spots in general to just chill nights at your houses just enveloped in peace

you would feel so comfortable around each other, and could feel that the relationship was stable from the start

he seems like the type to communicate problems well and stress the importance of it. even tho it can be hard to communicate sometimes just in case it may hurt the other’s feelings, he makes sure to address the problem on the early stages because he cares and wants to be with you in the long run

he doesn’t seem like he would throw in this much effort for people he thinks isn’t worth his time and energy 

the best thing about dating renjun would be that you would feel at home with each other, you guys realise early on that you are each other’s rock, that you can trust each other with your lives and be each other’s driving force to become your best selves

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#renjun x reader #renjun headcanon #renjun fluff #nct headcanon #nct dream headcanon #renjun boyfriend #renjun #huang renjun #nct dream #nct #nct renjun #renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #renjun x you #idol renjun #nct dream x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct x reader #nct x you #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct boyfriend au #renjun fanfic #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #kpop #renjun boyfriend au

[bazthefirstborn]

Subby JJK Characters (smut edition)

read at your own risk minors dni please!!

a/n: feel free to request anyone you like for something like this! It doesn't have to be JJK specific, I just miss getting character asks and need inspiration lol send me your thoughts!!!

YUUJI ITADORI:

MY BABYYYYYYY

sweetest service sub ever

will literally do anything for you with no questions asked

all around the best boy <333

not shy whatsoever and will literally beg you to fuck him in public

please get him a collar. please.

look me in the eyes and tell me this boy would not be the BIGGEST puppy play enjoyer

come on he is literally a golden retriever and I am HERE FOR IT

plzplzplz let him cockwarm you with his mouth :(((

stressed after a long day of work? he's ready and waiting, face down, ass up, on the nearest surface, spurring you on to take it out on him <333333

tired and hard? he's there, sitting on the couch, ready and waiting to ride you into oblivion <33333

I could go on but alas I have more to write :)

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO:

likes missionary so he can kiss you and hold your hand

literally must be touching you at all times, 24/7, 365

is a pillow prince

he tries to help out, but he just gets so overwhelmed with pleasure

loves to just sit there and watch you pound him to oblivion

will wear a cute outfit and make you dinner and do all the rose petal things just because he's horny but doesn't know how to communicate it

secretly wants you to fuck him in front of a trusted party but will never ever do it and never tell you

you doing anything in public will get him hard

doesn't like quickies (unless necessary) so he just hides behind you until you get home and fuck his brains out

wants you to fuck him so hard he forgets every problem and insecurity he has

NOBARA KUGISAKI:

we all know that she’s the biggest pillow princess

you have to fuck the attitude out of her bc she is the biggest brat

she wants you to eat her out until she can’t think anymore

the biggest punishment for her is making her please herself

she literally can’t do it anymore

loves cumming on your face, thigh, cock, literally anything she wants it to be on you

always wants you to cum inside her because she’s worried about messing up her hair

wants to ride you once in a while, because she loves seeing your face

likes doggy style in front of a mirror bc she wants to see you and also doesn’t want to stare at her own face, but loves seeing her body when you pound into her

TOGE INUMAKI:

babygirl <333

the amount of times I have thought about him sucking you off-

gets so easily overstimulated and cries easily

is really careful around you bc of his curse

sososososososo sweeeeeet

always puts you first no matter how bad he wants it

is a literal MASTER of teasing you in public without words (obviously lol)

he KNOWS what his lil puppy dog eyes do to someone bro

wants you to destroy him so he forgets about all of his pain and duties

sweet boy loves pretending to be innocent

but we all know he wants you to bend him over and fuck his brains out

#dom male reader #dom! reader #dom reader #dom!reader #top reader #sub jjk #sub character #sub jujutsu kaisen #sub yuuji #sub itadori #sub inumaki #sub nobara #sub fushiguro #bazisonline

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Songs That Remind Me of Genshin Boys + lil fics ♡

Ok so sometimes a song will come up on my playlist or auto play and I’ll go, wow that sounds like Childe! Or, wow that gives me a story idea! Honestly, I’ll play them when I write about a specific character just to capture that feeling they evoke a little bit more! So I thought I’d share these songs and what they make me think of in regards to how your boy feels about you! Then maybe you can listen and think of them too ♡

Childe, Kaeya, Xiao, Wanderer x gender neutral reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, romance.

Content warnings: descriptions of depression (Kaeya), physical pain (Xiao), blood and fighting (Childe).

♡enjoy♡

Childe: Swing Lynn by Harmless and Work Song by Hozier

Swing Lynn makes me think of Childe watching you from afar, wanting to be close to you, completely in love with you, but unable to reach out for fear of endangering you. He’ll see you walk the streets of Liyue, dance at festivals, leave and return from your commissions, all the while his eyes follow you—watching your form loyally until you disappear from view. This case would be even worse after he is responsible for enabling Osial to destroy Liyue Harbor. You feel nothing but disgust for him; if he catches your eye in the marketplace, while eating on the patio of a restaurant, or awaiting the boats from Snezhnaya to roll in, the grimace you give him shatters his heart. And worse, he knows he deserves it. All he can do is hang his head in shame, respectfully avert his gaze from you, pinch the bridge of his nose in an act of self-hatred. Then once your loathing eyes leave him, his adoring one’s helplessly train back onto your form—desperately soaking up every bit of your image until you, once again, disappear out of reach.

Work song perfectly encapsulates Childe’s dynamic of the responsibilities he shoulders, trapping him in his position as a harbinger. He labors himself to the brink of death; entering battles that leave his life hanging in the balance, cut and swing his blades until he loses feeling in his arms and then some. All to protect his dear family; to make sure they are fed and safe, that they can get medicine when they need to and have a warm hearth to shield them from the lethal cold outside. Once, despite himself, despite every warning bell in his head that screams NO, he makes you his, the responsibility of your safety is his to bear. And he bears it happily. His whole purpose in life is to protect those that have an irrevocable place in his heart. So labor away he will, as long as it means he can come home to the life in your pink cheeks, to your warm smile and loving embrace. He could work one hundred years without a single complaint, if the only reward is the feeling of your sweet lips brushing against his. You are his most precious treasure, and he will drag his body through any death trap, any brutal punishment, if it means you can live happily for another day.

Kaeya: Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve

Kaeya harbors a deep pit in his soul—one he’s had from early childhood, that all of his deepest insecurities and fears and nightmares crawl out of. It’s depth is endless, the feeling of carrying it is both impossibly heavy and painfully hollow. But then you decide to love him. For every ugly piece of him you bear witness to, for every peek you take at his soul, for where he came from and where he’s going, you love him. You scuttle his belief that he needs to perform to be loved; you assure him that he doesn’t need to be someone he’s not in order to please you. That just being Kaeya, your Kaeya, is enough. And you assure him with ease, with a smile on your face and a brightness emanating from your soul. You assure him as you happily skip down the street while holding his hand, while he gives you a piggyback ride through windrise and you kiss his cheek, while you help him off the curb after he’s spent too long at Angel’s Share trying to reach the bottom of a bottle of wine. You whisper promises of adoration to him in both his happiest and darkest moments. You’re there for it all, and you always will be.

Xiao: Always Forever by Cults

Xiao’s love for you runs deep. He holds you in the most foundational parts of his soul—a special place he’s carved out for you in his heart. He hasn’t always been so distant and averse to connection, but since the great loss he suffered thousands of years ago, he’s been terrified to feel again. Then you came along and made his still heart awaken in his chest. He tried with shaking hands not to reach for you, he shooed you away any way he could, but you stayed. You became a permanent fixture in his life and in his heart, one that he slowly learned to feel comfortable and safe in the presence of. Long looks at you brought relief to his pained soul—soft, loving eyes take in the sight of your eyelashes, your sweet lips and delicate features, and all feelings other than fulfillment and love seem to dissipate. He never expected you, but that you’re here, he’ll do anything not to lose you. His loyalty to you is an even stronger force than the duty he feels towards Liyue, he’ll defend you for the rest of time, he’ll abandon any responsibility at the simple whisper of his name on your lips. You’ll live in his heart, the center of his decisions and dedications—always forever ♡

Wanderer: The Promise by When in Rome

Wanderer has a hard time expressing himself to you. He’s been betrayed enough times to never want to feel his artificial heart beat ever again. He’s lost enough people—who left and took a chunk of his heart with them, until there was nothing left. Well…that’s what he believed, at least. With great force, a strike he could never hope to parry, you fisted the last, minuscule piece of his heart in a grasp he could never get to let up no matter how much he pries and claws at it—and archons know he’s tried. His entire being aches for you. His heart beats like it’s pounding at the walls of his chest—kicking and screaming in order to get to yours, which you willingly offer to him. You just…gave it to him. Without a second thought, your heart was his, and the responsibility of handling the fragile thing with care was now his to carry. He tries his best to convey his feelings to you; the way his entire being desperately contorts in order to reach you, the way you bring light to the darkest parts of him, the way he just…loves you. Hopelessly and completely loves you! But he…just can’t say it. The words just won’t leave his throat—they’re stuck there until they tumble out in an unrecognizable fashion, jagged and ruptured. But if there’s one thing he can assure you, it’s that he promises that one day, he’ll make you love him as much as he loves you. No matter how you laugh this promise off with words of “I already love you that much!”, “no, I love you more!”. No you don’t. You couldn’t possibly hope to, with the way his love for you grows roots all the way from his heart, through his arms to his fingertips, from his torso to the soles of his feet. But one day, he’ll be able to tell you. Maybe then, you’ll feel the same.

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[niicoli]

Trapped

Toxic Satosugu x reader with lil spice

Not proof read

WARNING: satosugu itself to be honest

The same routine just different days every day for the past two years it’s been the same to the point days and weeks are just passing by in blurs of fogginess.

Sato and sugu have kept you here locked up in their house like a prisoner , but god forbid I say that out loud. A lot of things have changed since then when they first took me. And our son has grown into an identical twin of their father’s.

and unfortunately, for you said fathers decided to morph them into their own personal little bodyguard, always telling them what you did that day. What you ate or who did you talk to, not like you could since they made you disappear from the world or better yet not like you had any energy to interact with said world.

Always coming home from missions or work in general, smiling so adoringly at you, whispering sweet promises of love and freedom only to steal said freedom away by kissing and touching you to the point that it started to drive you insane.

“You’re doing it again mochi, running away from us into that little head of yours “ gojo said in a whinny tone letting out a chuckle.

He continued to smile at you as he slowly started to lay you down on the couch tracing his lips across your neck down to your chest. You shudder letting out a soft sigh and closing your eyes, you learnt to just let it happen resisting was always pointless when it came to them, especially in the beginning.

They wouldn’t touch you physically or abuse you no , no, they took their time breaking you over the course of trapping you here. Every time you refused Their touch or their love they wouldn’t let you see your son. They would simply trap you away in the bedroom leaving you in isolation with no food and just your thoughts.

But if you were lucky enough, if you weren’t paralyzed enough, you could make your way towards the bedroom door that they were keeping you in. You could hear your son’s happy laughter. Laughing and playing with his father’s.

Almost making you want to give in to their love to their support to the manipulation of being their puppet again to the point you had to remind yourself that they don’t love you. They love the idea of you that you wouldn’t be happy with them again, and that you refuse to ever give into their manipulation but it was so hard when you heard your son laugh.

“ sato your smothering her besides Sochi will be up soon and we’ll be late” came geto voice breaking you out of your trance like state. When did he get here and when did sato remove your shirt?

“ ugh but Sochi got to hog her all day yesterday, besides we haven’t gotten to play with her in a while “ gojo said but I drowned him out focusing my gaze on sugu, I would have to say he’s worser than sato Always hiding behind a smile that looks that could do no harm, but he’s the most sadistic out of the two.

Tying me up and blindfolding me taking his time destroying my walls bit by bit while whispering sweet nothings to me while sato is more fast but deliberate. they haven’t changed much since when I was first with them willingly and naïve in the relationship, but the only thing I would have to say that changed about them is that they have a lot less patience now.

Geto must of have noticed me looking and gave me a soft smile while patting my head,” all though maybe it wouldn’t be to bad to indulge for a while …” he smirked but thankfully Sochi walked into the room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes ruining whatever they have planned for me.

And with that they patted Sochi on the head goodbye while sending me a heated gaze with a promise of later of what they intended

And that’s when this day starts to go back to the normal routine. You make breakfast for Sochi making his favorite pancakes and bacon because even though the little boy is helping, keep you here unknowingly but you can’t bring yourself to hate him since he’s just a kid ,and will forever and always be your little boy.

Next into cleaning the house while he watched TV consisted of his favorite cartoons while the cleaning consisted of cleaning the kitchen, clean the living room, clean the bedroom and doing laundry. If you had enough time maybe you could read a book or write in your diary that seems to have gone missing ,but you always misplaced it don’t you?

Yeah, that sounded about right. You misplaced it. It must be in your purse next a shower and getting dressed . Geto and Gojo always join you in the shower whenever they’re here suffocating you and smothering you in their embrace, not being able to breathe. Or enjoy your peace.

But when you’re alone, especially in the mornings when they have to go to work the hot water run over your body all the stress in emotions as you cry well, at least you used to cry becoming numb, the more you were trapped here because they loved you they put you here because they loved you,no they don’t love you. They love the idea of you remember that.

After getting dressed, brushing your hair and teeth, you get Sochi ready for the day as you go about completing your errands wish included grocery shopping, stopping by the local library and picking up those sweets that Gojo likes for dessert

Making a way to the grocery store you make sure your son is secured by your side and start picking out what you are going to make for dinner. Should it be yellow peppers no sugu likes the red ones more we have a salad sato has been eating a lot of sweets lately, but why should I care it’s not like I love them right?

Continue shopping I walked down all the isles that I need to go down and even get Sochi snacks for the week and after paying for that, I dropped the groceries off at the car and walked in the sidewalk with Sochi going to the library

And once I entered the library, I took a deep breath the smell of old and new books always calms me. I drop my son off at the Lil reading nook and start walking around, not looking for anything particular, but walking.

I stopped at my tracks when I see a familiar set of golden locks. It’s been so long since I seen him. Nanami if he was worried ifhe looked, if he searched but then I wouldn’t be in the situation still right?, No, he was my dearest friend he wouldn’t give up on me like this, but then why am I hesitating on walking up to him?

I feel myself snap out of my trance when I feel my son grab my hand and slowly look between me and Nanami and pull me away out of the library I tighten my hand around his continue to walk the other way who needs to go to the library anyway next getting dessert for sato

Right dessert I need to get dessert and not look back. Continue to walk down the block of shops finally making it to a café where I order strawberry cake and a little something for me and my son passes slowly as my son eats history, but I just stare out the window in a abyss like state then I hear the ringing of the bell of the front door. It brings my attention back to my son who just stares and smiles.

I smell at home realizing how peaceful it is almost like it was just us again. Why would it just be us too? We have a home that we like to go back to don’t we?

I gather the cake. I grabbed my son’s hands, and we walked back to the car, enjoying the soft rays of daylight , enjoying the chirping of the birds, enjoying the air. strapping my son into the car we drive back home, home Where his father will be waiting for us

We pull into the driveway and unstrapped my son and pop the trunk, he help me take the groceries out the trunk and into the house and I go to grab the last one and I go back to go into the house. I right on the porch with the door wide open. I can hear my son wrestling with the bags putting away the groceries, why did I stop?

It’s because I want to, want to what leave?, I don’t wanna leave.I gotta move but I’m paralyzed why aren’t I moving?

I want to… LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE

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“ I see we caught you just getting home love how was your day “ I heard a voice say as a arm was put around me “ it looks like she’s struggling sugu , here you go mochi lemme help “ I heard as my hands felt lighter and soft white obstructed my vision.

I felt lips pressing into my temple “ well are you going to go in love now that we’re home…” I felt my legs start to move and my body start to lean into his touch.

Yeah, home why would I want to leave? Why would I want to do anything because they love me right yeah, they love me.

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well now i have to know the game recs

All four of you are lovely. How did you know I wanted to share??? So sweet of you ask ;D

Okay, but really <3 These are in no particular order and I doubt Tumblr will let me list them all, so here go just a few of my favorites. I have a lot of visual novel recs too but I refrained from adding ;D

The King's Hound, @the-kingshound- What's not to love? It lives rent-free in my head and I love Arthur and Yniol. <3

Novaturient, @kalorphic- uhm NOAH that's all I have to say about that. I always wanted to be a spy <3

Water to Blood, @veirsewrites - Arlo and Eddie <3 yes, I am a badass vampire nightclub owner!!

Crown of Exile, @ramonag-if - Prince Irus has me simping. That's my man OKAY??

Everything Is Blue, @everythingisblue-if- Aryn, why?? Why have you made it so hard for me to pick between the scrupulous brothers Simon and Lane? WHY. I CAN'T. SOMEONE HELP.

The Operative: Fires of Revolution, @theoperativeif- UHM excuse me. No one touches Ari. Ari is MINE. also, I love sci-fi.

Some Sword / Some Play - short smutty IF. That's all I'm going to say about that :) - on itch.io

Shepherds of Haven, @shepherds-of-haven- Blade, and Chase have me in a CHOKEHOLD.

When Life Gives You Lemons, @when-life-gives-you-lemonssss- everyone simping over MC? Yep, sounds like the perfect dream. Plus, I have a house with a pool and I can screw date my boss <3

Vendetta, @vendetta-if- Ash <3 like, I am here for vengeance and Ash.

A Court of Serpents, @acourtofserpents- yes, I am going to romance Prince Ryzan. Hate me and then love me <3 gotta love getting bullied - passionate!!

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian, @defiledheartsblog- Marcus can destroy me any day. I love Ancient history so this setting is chef's kiss, too.

Mind Blind, @mindblindbard- I'm playing for most of the ROs. But Grayson? hot damn...I will eat his burnt chocolate chip cookies EVERY TIME.

The Abyssal, @theabyssal- Sol <3 I want to romance every version of Sol. Playing as Death and getting vengeance is so satisfying. The writing is sooooo freaking good.

Adoriel's Tears, @adoriels-tears-if - Sage :) the game's premise is so interesting and unique! Refreshing.

Unwilling Souls, @unwilling-souls-if- Crescent? Trying to kill me? Flirting with me? heyyyy how are you doing?? but also Xander!

Frostbite, @frostbite-if- this one isn't out yet BUT I'm 100% romancing Heidi. Alexis too <3 I am clumsy with no skill but my MC is going to be a great lil figure skater!!

Bacchanal, @bacchanal-if - this one isn't out yet either an adult game I can't wait to play <3 I'm looking at Fox, red flag Butterfly, red flag Edward for a love triangle and of course red flag Univinted Guest <3

So many more but these will do for now! Thanks for indulging me LMAO <3

And there are many, many more <3

#if recs #some of my favorite games #vi's recs #i love yall lol

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8 BL BOYS I WILL THROW HANDS FOR

Omg omg omg @scarefox my dream has finally come true this is the first time I got tagged in one of these I'm so happyyyyyy thank uuuu 🥰🥰🥰🥰

So I selected my pokeboys extra carefully but unfortunately I haven't watched enough BL's yet to make it to 10, but please have these 8 I would protect with everything I have 🤲

1. Boston - Only Friends

Listen, all the shit they gave him during the show, I went through at least twice. Including the "stop being a slut it will ruin your life"-talk BY MY (THEN) FRIENDS. So I am insanely biased but I will sucker punch everyone until my last breath who dares to harm him in any way. Keep doing you Boston babes, I hope you have the most delicious orgys in NY.

2. Zouey - Playboyy

Another HUGE bias from my side, as I already elaborated here. Watching this sweet, sweet child dump all his pretty braincells into his first love is quite painful at times. But don't worry I'll kick Teena in his huge tiddies if he breaks Zoueys heart and then I'll proceed to put him in a blanket burrito and watch anime with him, promise.

3. Zongyi - Kiseki Dear To Me

If Ai Di couldn't go somehow, I'd be the first one to volunteer to protect him in prison. I'd learn all the prison politics and lift all the weights to throw hands at the scariest inmates just so this baby boy could keep making his lil cakes and dream of his gangster kitty.

4. Peach - Bake Me Please

Yes, the list of people I'd throw hands at for Peach includes both Guy AND Shin. This wonderful human being deserves no less than being pampered 24/7, showered with kisses and affection all year round. And both are not deserving of him, end of story.

5. Kim - Pit Babe

I certainly did not expect him to awaken my protective instincts and I am very aware this man wouldn't need anyone throwing hands for him but I'd gladly step up to help him do his lil investigation thingy and hand winner his loser trophy. I'd also throw hands at everyone who wouldn't let this guy finally race his car in peace.

6. Khem - The Sign

He may not need bodily protection as well, but I will forever believe the cheating allegations are a misunderstanding and if they're not I'll defend that he's dedicated enough to go as far as to make it through the most hellish elite training program just so he could keep groveling at his ex-lovers feet and call him baby.

7. Sky - Love In The Air

He may have Prapai now but that wouldn't stop me to throw hands at anyone who dares to harm him. Fort said is favourite scene was when Sky was so happy he could make it to the first year event and that was when I knew I'd protect Sky with my life too.

8. Sangwoo - Semantic Error

Us Autistics have to stick together and I already loved him in the webtoon. I love how he is 100% unapologetically himself and I will roundhouse kick everyone who dares to try to mock him for it. He's my favourite savage.

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Hyun - The Kings Affection

Not a BL boy even though officially his love is a man, but I wouldn't just throw hands for him—I'd part seas, move mountains, destroy continents and conquer new universes just for him. I cried for approx. 2 hours over his last scene and didn't give a crap about the couples happy end. All hail King Dimples. He deserves everything our cosmos has to offer. He needs to be protected at ALL COSTS. If you watched The King's Affection, you know what I'm talking about. If not, read this.

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Thank you thank YOUUUUU my dearest @scarefox for tagging MEEEEE unfortunately I do not have enough moots to know who to tag so everyone who stumbles over this on their TL can feel tagged ❤️❤️

#i love it here #bl boys #only friends the series #kiseki: dear to me #playboyy the series #the sign the series #pit babe the series #semantic error