#I hate the fact I had to put the heart over my nip

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Twst boys react to an insecure reader

Note/warning: gn reader, slight angst, self deprecating language, comfort, fluff

. . .

Ace

You: I’m hoping this scar oil can help fade my stretch marks.

• protests immediately

• probably starts screaming hysterically

• ‘no no no this can’t be!’

• this man love LOVES you

• that includes all of your stretch marks

• he’s always loved your many stretch marks no matter where they are on your body

• your hip, thigh, and butt stretch marks drive him bonkers

• he kept it a secret because he didn’t want you getting creeped out by him

• but now he wishes he had told you every loving thought that crossed his mind about your stretch marks

• he would rather die than ever let you get rid of them

“Babe, I love your tiger stripes. I swear I will tie myself to you if you even THINK about trying to fade them.”

Leona

You: Maybe I should try and find a way to get rid of these love handles…

• this lazy boy is about to start a riot

• he WILL overblot if you even try to get rid of them

• that’s like him saying he wants to try and get rid of his gorgeous mane - it doesn’t make any sense

• he finds your love handles incredibly useful

• whenever y’all cuddle, his hands are glued to your love handles

• gripping and massaging them is his favorite past time

• he is convinced that holding your love handles improves his mental health

• he grabs you and pulls you into bed with him

• he slinks down and starts to kiss your love handles (and occasionally nips them with his teeth)

• he looks up at you and let’s out a light growl

“Nope. I don’t give you permission to get rid of MY love handles. Yes, mine. Every single part of you belongs to me.”

Deuce

You: I’m going to have to toss this shirt. It’s super cute but I hate the way it accentuates my tummy rolls.

• this poor bby is deeply disturbed

• his soulmate hates themself??? (Yes, he knows you’re his soulmate. Y’all are meant to be together forever)

• you legitimately made his heart hurt

• one of his favorite physical features of yours is your tummy rolls

• he shuffles over to you standing in front of the mirror

• he wraps his arm around your torso and rests his hand on your tummy

• kisses the back of your neck while he rubs your tummy rolls

• you’ve grown completely flustered, surprised by Deuce’s sudden onslaught of affection

• you ask him what’s wrong but he just stays quiet

• after a few minutes of begging him to say something, he looks up at you through the reflection in the mirror

• his eyes are watery and his lip trembles as he begins to talk

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I like this shirt and I like your tummy rolls. I’m gonna show you how beautiful you are, no matter how long it takes.”

Ruggie

You: Your teeth are so perfect Ruggie. It’s hard not to compare them to mine. I wish my teeth looked more like yours with no gap whatsoever.

• he’s completely thrown off

• you think his teeth are perfect? Wait. You don’t like your teeth???

• but he loves your cute gap

• starts putting the pieces together and realizes that recently you’ve been covering your mouth when you smile

• how could he not have noticed this sooner?

• mentally hitting himself for letting your negative feelings go unnoticed

• wracks his brain for a temporary solution

• let’s out a disgruntled sigh before pulling you to him by your collar

• maybe a steamy make out sesh will do the trick

• leaves you an out-of-breath mess

• leans back and gives you a mischievous smirk

“You think my teeth are perfect? Well you’re perfect. Which means that your teeth, including my favorite gap, are perfect. If your brain starts producing those negative thoughts again then I guess I’ll have to kiss em out of you.”

Malleus

You: God I hate my cellulite. It makes me look so ugly.

• he has gone completely silent

• the way he’s staring at you is haunting

• he probably doesn’t even know what/where cellulite is

• all he can think about is the fact you said it makes you look ugly

• to find out that the love of his life hates an aspect of themself is numbing

• ‘what do you mean you hate your cellulite? Show me.’

• you show him the cellulite on your legs

• now he’s really confused as to why you don’t like it

• he thinks it makes your legs look like they have dimples

• Malleus proceeds to get down on one knee

• his slender hand grabs you right leg and holds it in place

• he litters kisses all over your cellulite

“I do not appreciate the way you talk about my heart and soul. You look stunning. Always. That includes this cellulite you seem to hate so much.”

. . .

Note: how malleus was staring at you after you said you hate your cellulite:

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Judy Harmon Hc's

• Judy is the definition of acts mean and is mean

• Doesn't smile much but when she does you are usually the reason

• Loves hearing you talk she calls you 'songbird' because as she's said before "you talk so damn much"

• Completely different when you both are alone

• Kissing is her love language and she takes it very much to heart if you peck her lips instead of giving her a full kiss

• Demands your attention with just a simple look

• Feisty as hell

• Loves holding her rifle it's something about having a little extra weight in her hands that makes her feel good

• Can be violent but never to a lover of course however anyone else she's quick to throw punches first talk later

• Do not let the height fool you she is the dominant person in the relationship

• She has a stone cold face however when you are anywhere near it lightens you can literally see her eyes smile before she does

• Judy loves when you touch her in any kind of way whether it be sexual or a simple hand hold

• Can not deal with being away from you for too long she will complain the whole time

• OVERPROTECTIVE? Absolutely if you're joining her while she's patrolling anything black panther party related she's standing in front of you rifle in her hand and she's made you grab her switchblade. "That pig moves you better be gone"

• If she sees you hurt her in any way, shape or form all of her morals are thrown out of the door

• Surprisingly was very nervous your first time like didn't know where to put her hand nervous you had her sweating and shit

• Not easily jealous or threatened by another attractive person in fact she laughs at someone trying to get with you. (It took her a while to get your number so yeah seeing anyone else trying is a hilarious sight.)

• Arguments with her can last forever because she's so damned stubborn

• Claims to hate cuddles but loves skin to skin contact 🙄 make it make sense

• After an intense night -whether it be fighting the pigs or fucking- she just wants to lay with you skin to skin completely nude the only warmth you two are using is each other. She loves that.

• Can't do the whole secret thing and doesn't care that you're both women

"I don't see the problem I love her just as much as a man loves his wife. Sounds like some made up bullshit to me y'all stay tryna control the next motherfucker"

Nsfw kinda 🤷🏾‍♀️

• Wants your eyes on her at all times especially when you're climaxing "look at me"

• Walks you like a dog it's honestly kind of embarrassing but if she's missing you and gets the smallest moment alone with you she's grabbing you by your pants and pulling you to a corner with some sort of privacy

• Does not like repeating herself and she won't

• Heavy on wanting you to beg for her "I'm sorry what did you say? I couldn't hear you...did you say faster?"

• Loves to overstimulate you just because she loves seeing your legs shake and hearing your mumbles, whimpers and whines drives her crazy

• Aftercare is a must and will never leave you without it

• Loves teasing you while you're in the bath will touch will bite will nip but she won't give you what you want. Her fingers will rub every part of your skin except where you truly desire it. So long story short she's fucking annoying and will tease you for her own personal fun.

• This woman lives in your thighs you will wake up to her kissing up your thighs on many mornings it's a tease thing of course but sometimes she furthers the action especially if she knows she won't be home at a reasonable time

• Her favorite thing to do to you is to bend you over a counter and ram her fingers inside of you knuckle deep just before she has to leave because she knows that's all that will be on your mind as you're working, eating and going about your day.

• Never leaves you unsatisfied if you're unsatisfied she's unsatisfied

• Oh my God's you let her anywhere near your cooch oh she ain't stopping until her jaw is locked and in pain

• Your legs squeezing shut or shaking is only motivation for Judy in fact call her name out while you at it because it does nothing but rile her up

• "Captain Harmon" yeah you might want to remember that she prefers that name

• Seeing as you are rarely seen with a man she does everything possible to make sure people know you are taken so you have plenty of marks to show it. Hickeys usually trail from your neck to your inner thigh when it comes to Judy.

• You licked her fingers clean once and now she loves to see you do it all the time

"there we go clean that shit up"

• Loves to try new things and is always open to an experiment

<3 <3 <3 ᴊᴜᴅʏ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴ

uoɯɹɐH ʎpnſ <3 <3 <3

"Cum on my tongue and I'll be home on time tonight to finish this off correctly"

"stay still"

"You know my name don't play with me"

"I should tie you up next time... I hear that's something new folks are doing"

"If I have to repeat myself you gone piss me off"

<3 <3 <3 ᴊᴜᴅʏ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴ

uoɯɹɐH ʎpnſ <3 <3 <3

A/n: I had way too much fun with this shit anyways enjoy buh bye ✌🏾(I'm so I'm love with this woman y'all have no fucking idea.)

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Tease | Joel Miller X Reader

Summary: Joel Miller is a lot of things… but mostly a tease.

Rating: 18++++!!!! Minors skedaddle

Tags/warnings: smut (fingering/piv), language, genitalia descriptions, joel is a fiend

A/N: she’s back baby! Sorry it took me so long to write something, work has been kicking my ass but it’s fine!! How can I be stressed when there’s sexy Joel content to create?!?!?! Enjoy!

Crossposted on ao3 <3

There were many ways to describe Joel Miller. Rugged, stubborn, standoffish… to an outsider. There weren’t many people who knew him any other way- he never saw much of a point in letting them. Not in this new world. But for that small selection of people who he did let in, whether he chose to or not, it wasn’t as simple to put him in those boxes. He could be kind, gentle, generous, and even when no one expected it, he could be incredibly funny. There was nothing quite like getting both of the Miller brothers together after a long day with a few beers in their system. He was much more faceted than people in Jackson tended to give him credit for, since they only ever seemed to see tough-guy-on-patrol-Joel.

As for you? You were a part of an even smaller group- in fact, you were the only member of it. You knew that Joel could be all of these things and more, but there was a certain characteristic that he reserved just for you.

Joel Miller was a tease.

You’d first realized it when you had invited him over for dinner about a month into your relationship. You were standing at the stove, stirring a pot of stew and humming quietly to yourself, when he moved up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder and for a moment, you bit back your smile and felt your heart swell at his tenderness and vulnerability- but those feelings quickly changed to something decidedly less wholesome when he began pressing warm, wet kisses up and down your neck. He’d taken to gently nipping at the sensitive skin then soothing it with a slow stroke of his tongue, just enough to surely leave a small mark that you’d have to cover before your patrol shift in the morning. It made your cheeks heat and your knees weak; you were ready to abandon the stew all together, turning around to loop your arms behind his neck and slip your tongue in his mouth, but he only indulged you momentarily before pulling back with a pat to your bottom and a smile. “Smells great, I’m excited to try it,” he’d said with a grin. You were left absolutely flustered, struggling to find your words after he’d made you melt from simple kisses to the neck. Of course, he knew what he’d done- you could see it on his face as he settled back into one of the faded chairs in the living room and patiently waited for dinner.

If that had been a one-off, just a brief moment of Joel feeling like riling you up, you would’ve been fine. But as you progressed more into the relationship, you realized that it was something he always enjoyed doing to you. He loved to take his sweet time kissing you on the couch, slowly moving his hand down from a gentle caress of your cheek to a comforting rub on your arm, until he eventually landed with his thumb nestled just above where you wanted it most. You’d shift your hips up to meet his hand, but he would simply chuckle to himself and tell you to be patient.

He was also a fan of catching you alone somewhere around town as you both went about your duties for the day and telling you all the filthy things he wanted to do to you that evening. He’d send you away blushing hard. One time hard enough that someone asked why you were so flushed even though it wasn’t that cold outside.

Of course he would always eventually stop teasing and give you what you needed, but he always made sure to draw it out until you were practically begging. It was a game you couldn’t decide if you hated or never wanted to stop playing.

Tonight was no exception to his antics; it was Thursday night, which meant you, Joel, Tommy, and Maria all gathered for a drink or two at the bar that was finally up and running in town. It was the only night all four of you weren’t swept up in your various jobs and tasks around town, so sometimes after a particularly trying week, those two drinks would turn into something closer to four or five- just enough to get you relaxed and off your guard. Of course, Joel being the way he is, was the picture of sobriety despite drinking even more than you had. You’d shifted down in your seat a bit to slouch and rest your head against his strong arm, your legs crossed towards him, and he absentmindedly began stroking the lower half of your thigh and upper knee. It started innocently, but with him, it didn’t stay that way for long.

He began running his hand up higher slowly, starting with reaching the middle area, then eventually broadening his strokes until he reached the top part of your crossed leg. You hadn’t been paying attention to it, engrossed in Tommy’s animated retelling of something funny one of the night patrol members had done earlier in the week. It wasn’t until you felt his hand stop moving, placed with a solid grip at the highest point of your leg, that you started paying attention to him.

“So of course, Michael had to get out there and get it all unstuck, but then-“ you heard Tommy, but were struggling to keep your ears trained on him when Joel’s hand was slowly wedging under your crossed thigh.

When he finally settled his hand, his pinky had the vantage point, and he slowly began pressing the seam of your jeans into your core. When you unconsciously shifted in the old leather seats, it only amplified the sensation, and you could already feel your heart rate picking up. You couldn’t seem to get comfortable now, too honed in on his touch, even through the thick denim. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he could get you going- there was just something about Joel that skyrocketed your horniness. You liked the blame it on the years traveling alone, no real sexual contact outside of your own hand.

His movements went on for what seemed like an eternity, though it was more likely just a few minutes. Tommy interrupted the end of his story with a yawn and you perked up, knowing you were probably about to leave the bar and practically sprint back to Joel’s.

When the conversation finally wrapped up and the two couples had gone their separate ways, you linked your fingers with his and all but dragged him down the quiet streets of the town.

“Slow down there, darlin’,” he laughed, half-jogging to keep up with your pace.

When you finally stepped up onto his wooden porch, you stopped to face him. He was impossibly handsome, a fact you loved to re-learn every single day. He sported a charming, lop-sided grin looking down at you, eyes crinkling at the sides. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into the back of his hair and pull him to you, slotting your lips together. Despite your building impatience that had sparked in the bar, it was still a passionate kiss, one that made you feel like a puddle of a human. He gently held your head with his strong hands, and when he pulled back from the kiss they remained there while he looked at you.

“Wanna move this inside?”

You sighed with a smile. “Yes please.”

Once he’d closed and locked the doors, your previous frustrations seemed to remember they existed, and you found yourself pushing him against the door and kissing him with much more fire than before. You could feel him laugh through the kiss, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care- not when his tongue moved with yours so perfectly. The exploration of each other’s mouths continued as he moved you away from the door, only breaking for you to catch some air.

“What’s gotcha all riled up?” He asked inconspicuously, leaning back against the door and crossing his arms. “Not that I’m complainin’, of course.”

You furrowed your brows but kept your smile. “I think you know exactly what’s got me ‘all riled up’, Mr. Miller.”

He couldn’t help but grin back at you. “Nope, no clue.”

With an eye roll, you pulled him back to you once again and returned your mouth to his. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he walked you over to one of the couches in the open living area. Your knees hit the seat of the couch first, pulling him down to situate next to you. After a few moments like this he drew away again and you let out a frustrated whimper, but he held out a hand to you.

“Just a second, don’t wanna give the neighbors a show.” He explained, untying and closing the curtains that had previously been pulled back during the daytime. You hadn’t even noticed, mind much too occupied.

This time when he returned, he stopped in front of you, sinking to the floor and placing his arms on your knees. He placed a gentle kiss to your clothed inner thigh, then rested his chin on the top.

“You are beautiful, darlin’. I ever told you that?”

Though you were already flushed from all the kissing, a new heat came to your cheeks at his compliment. “You have, but you could always say it again,” you responded cheekily.

He hummed in response, pressing his lips where his chin had just been. “You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, then switched to your other thigh and repeated the words. He pulled your hand down to his face, kissed your palm and repeated it again, then did the same with your wrists.

“You’re beautiful,” he finished with a kiss to your belly. You smiled down at him, genuinely appreciating the silly gesture, but that fire from before was still idling low within you.

“Come up here again, I miss you.” You playfully told him, thinly veiling your desperation for his touch.

With a grunt and a crack of the knees, he stood, returning to his place on the couch. He slotted himself between you so your back was against the arm, and he had leverage over you. When his mouth finally returned to yours a warmth spread throughout your entire body. After moving his lips against yours he shifted them to your jawline, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on it and drawing out a sharp breath from you. Proud of himself, he repeated the action again at the space between your neck and ear, causing you to grip the back of his soft flannel.

Joel eventually moved to undo the top button of your shirt, allowing him access to your collarbone, which he suckled on gently. Your chest was nearly heaving at this point, a sharp heat between your thighs just from his attention. With his free hand, you felt him slip it between your two bodies and begin undoing your belt buckle. As best as you could against the couch you pulled your hips back to make it easier for him. He got the buckle undone and as you felt him pull the zipper of the jeans down you unconsciously pressed your thighs together in anticipation. This didn’t go unnoticed by the man- you saw a smirk come to his face. He continued his actions, but at an obviously slower pace, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. When he finally reached your pants button, he stopped and looked up at you.

You probably looked a mess; a blush that spread across your cheeks to your ears, buttons undone, hair getting messy from rubbing against the couch. Yet he looked at you with such an overwhelming sense of devotion that it made you cut your eyes away from him, unable to bear it.

“Look at me, baby.” You heard him say, voice low. When met his eyes again, he gave you a smile that didn’t contain the same mischievous nature as the one from a moment ago, but one with a genuine and adoring nature.

His eyes broke from yours to return to your pants button that he was finally undoing. You lifted your hips up slightly to let him tug the jeans down as best as he could with only one hand available, the other bracing himself by your head. Once they had been shimmied down enough, you were left in your cotton panties, hoping he couldn’t see that they were already soaked through. Humming again to himself, he slowly moved his middle finger down from your clothed clit to your entrance- okay, he definitely knew now. You could tell by the way he lingered over the damp spot for a moment.

“All this for me?” he tilted his head at you, running gentle circles over the area.

“Answer me, sweet girl.”

You didn’t realize you hadn’t answered. Your breath had been caught in your throat, core practically throbbing knowing that his hands were so close. When you finally answered, your voice was rough.

“Of course it is,” you breathed out.

His eyes locked on yours, nearly black with lust. “That’s what I like to hear.”

He slid the underwear aside as best as he could, stroking his finger along the now free skin. With little effort, he collected some of your wetness and pulled the finger back up to his mouth, sucking it clean and making you clench around nothing. Your eyes were fighting to squeeze shut but you knew if you took them off of Joel he’d remind you that you were supposed to have eyes on him for this. He loved watching you squirm under his ministrations.

He brought his middle finger back down and stopped it at your entrance, as if he was deciding whether or not to insert it. Clearly toying with you, he only moved the digit when he heard a frustrated sigh escape your lips.

His thick, calloused finger sliding into your pussy was probably the best thing you’d experienced that week. You knew he was only getting started but you’d gotten so worked up; a small moan left your chest at the feeling. He worked it slowly, just in and out, in and out. When he finally curled the finger inside of you, you couldn’t help but whisper a sharp, “fuck.” Sliding the finger away momentarily, he returned this time with his ring finger also inserted. You were burning up from his touches- one hand gripping the back of the couch and the other clawing at his shirt. You could already feel heat spreading through your hips and you willed your body to calm down. You were not about to cum getting fingered on the couch like a damn teenager.

But then he angled his thumb up to brush back and forth on your clit, and you felt it coming. You were panting, hips rocking against his fingers, almost there, almost there-

And he stopped.

You could’ve cried on the spot. The impending release fizzled out, nerves now frayed and sparking. Joel knew this, of course, and he leaned down to press a sweet kiss to you. You grumpily returned it, earning a chuckle from the man.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He brushed the hair that had fallen from your clip away from your eyes.

You shot him daggers. He placed another kiss to your cheek before standing up. He made quick work of his own clothing, momentarily stripping down to just his boxers, tenting slightly from his clear erection. When he finally took them off, his cock sprung free, long and thick and proud. He obviously got off on torturing you.

You busied yourself awkwardly pulling off your own clothes, reaching down to kick your jeans the rest of the way down your legs, along with the now stretched and soaked panties. You scooted so you were sitting up a bit more, and he returned to his place between your legs. Frustrated, you grabbed hold of his hard length, lining him up at your dripping entrance.

“Fuck me, Joel. Please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered happily, taking over for you and pushing in.

To your relief he wasted no time getting things moving. He let out a soft grunt as he began steadily fucking you, arms holding your back gently in contrast. You tried your best to contain your own moans and cries, but god he felt so good. When you’d first met Joel, both of you considerably more closed off at the time, you’d selfishly allowed yourself to fantasize that night about how he would fuck. It wasn’t as if you’d ever actually do it, right? You imagined he would be rough, hard, and fast. Probably the kind of guy who didn’t care about his partner finishing, just about his own pleasure. And while yes, he could be those things if you asked him to, Joel was the farthest thing from a selfish lover, outside of his brutal teasing. He was actually much more partial to long, steady strokes that built your orgasm at a slower pace.

You bent your neck to bury your head into his shoulders, unable to contain a moan but trying your best to muffle it.

“Feels good, baby?” He asked you breathily, cock dragging against your most sensitive spot deliciously.

“Mmm-hmm.” You mumbled into his skin, a slight sheen of sweat forming on it.

You sent another moan into his neck and grasped his biceps tightly. That orgasm from earlier was starting to creep back down your spine and you prayed to any god that was listening that Joel would be nice and let you cum this time.

His pace was starting to pick up. One of his hands slid down to cup one of your asscheeks, grip almost bruising but in the best way. “You wanna cum now?” His voice warbled slightly with his thrusting.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Please Joel,”

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Love hearin’ you beg for it.”

Were you crying or sweating? It didn’t matter- you felt impossibly good and so, very close. You’d tell Joel anything he wanted to hear at this rate just to get relief from the pleasure burning a hole in you.

“I need it so fucking bad,” your quiet voice cracked, head now thrown back.

He licked a stripe from the hollow of your neck up to your chin, savoring the salty taste of you. “You need it, pretty girl?” He rasped, keeping his steady-but-deadly pace.

You nodded fervently, squeezing his biceps tighter. Eyes glued shut, you almost missed him leaning up to your ear.

“Do it. I gotcha baby, just cum for me.”

That was it. You drenched his cock, walls pulsing tightly around him until he quickly followed you. He finished deep inside of you but you barely noticed, too blissed out in your post-orgasm state. Still inside you, you both fell back against the couch, sweaty bodies sticking together, not that either of you minded. You quietly stroked his hair as he rested against you, pressing soft kisses to your chest and shoulders. When he was like this, so soft and gentle, you thanked all your lucky stars that you lived to see these moments.

Maybe Joel Miller was a tease- but you could never really be mad at him for it.

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The Love - Hate game.

Summary: Eddie and y/n can't stand each other, so why do they keep sleeping together and why the hell is he suddenly so weird about her friendship with Steve Harrington?

Warnings: Fluff, Jealous Eddie, and kinda enemies to lovers. Mutual pining, Swearing. I'm writing this while trying to beat my current insomnia so I apologise if there are any grammar mistakes, 18+

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work 💫💞

She sees Eddie walking down the hallways of the school, he's with his group of friends, the Hellfire Club and acting up for them.

Rolling her eyes she smooths down her cheerleading outfit and he smirks as he sees her making it his mission to piss her off.

Something he succeeds in daily.

"Princess, is that little scowl all for me?".

Asshole.

"Screw you, Munson". His eyes light up at her comeback and he nudges his friend Gareth and the freshman who follows him around and hangs on his every word, who's also Steve's friend Dustin Henderson.

"See that flush in her skin boys? The way she's looking, think she has a crush on me huh?". She seethes inside and he walks up to her.

"You wish. Given the fact it's your fucking mission to irritate me to death". He plays with a stray lock of her hair and leans in to whisper in her ear.

"Maybe you forgot you were just screaming my name last night princess?". Tingles erupt inside her and she glares at him.

"Bite me". His eyes darken with lust and she hates that she feels it too and he has to be so hot with the leather jacket, those gorgeous brown eyes, tattoos and give no fucks attitude.

He was sexy as hell and he knew it and she was hooked on him.

"Happily". He saunters off and throws her a wink as he goes, she waits a semi-appropriate time to follow him out to his van.

💖

These hookups weren't meant to happen. She just remembers her and Eddie having an argument one day over something she can't even remember and then they were kissing.

The kissing was incredible and it led to mind-blowing sex. They pretended it didn't happen for like a day and then the next day he was taking her up against a tree in the woods near the school where no one could hear their moans.

It had been going on for weeks, they would argue, end up kissing, have sex and lather, rinse repeat.

She hated how much she wanted him and hated how she would bury herself in his arms longing to be close to him.

How he would hold her and stroke her hair and they would talk to the early hours in his trailer then go right back to antagonising each other in the hallways at school or when she was with her friends happily discussing graduation and guys.

Her friends didn't know that he had stolen her heart, even if she tried to deny it because he was a freak and she was popular and they shouldn't mix.

It was all bullshit.

He didn't feel the same, she knew that it was just sex to him, she wishes she could be so nonchalant about her feelings.

That maybe one day, against all odds he would want to be with her too.

Impossible reality she told herself and they would carry on fighting and kissing and making up while she buried thoughts of happy endings.

Acting like she couldn't stand him when in all honesty he's all she thought about.

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"Asshole". She shoots at him playfully as he wraps his arms around her kissing her neck and pulling her into the room where he plays D and D.

"Hello to you beautiful". She nuzzles into his arms and he smiles, a gentle moment between them that she adores.

"You're my asshole". He chuckles and nips at her ear, he settles on his throne and she perches on his knee.

"Will you teach me to play sometime?". He looks surprised at her ask but quickly nods.

"Of course sweetheart, whenever you want".

The door opens and she hears the gaggle of the Hellfire crew and her stomach falls, she gets up and once again it's back to the usual pretence they put on in front of the others.

"You are the most annoying man I've ever met Eddie Munson". ( You are but I still adore you)

His eyes look sad and she briefly wonders if he feels the same and misses his insult.

Off her game, she "storms" out hating having to fake that she despises him.

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"I have to go". She tells Eddie lost in his kisses and he pulls her closer moving to her neck and eliciting soft moans from her as he pulls her back on his bed.

"Stay". He grunts and she wants to, god she does but she's meeting Steve and it's movie night with him and Robin.

She's been trying to tell him that but he's been so charming and his kisses have a habit of driving the thoughts from her mind.

"Eddie, I'm meeting Steve". He stops kissing her then and there's a strange look on his features.

"Harrington?". She nods and brushes her hair which is all messy and her lips feel a little swollen and kiss bitten.

"For movie night". He moves away nodding and suddenly he's very cold.

"Eddie?". He shrugs on his shirt and kisses her briefly.

"You better go then". He heads out of his room leaving her feeling very confused by his sudden mood change.

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She can't concentrate on the movie and she makes excuses to leave after the first pissed at Eddie for ruining her night.

That's how she ends up back at his trailer wanting to know what's wrong with him.

He's with two clients, pretty ones and her anger grows as he's all charming and cute with them but sour to her.

When they leave her anger has built to a crescendo and she huffs.

"Why are you so mad at me? What did I do? You're all charming with those girls but off with me".

He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm not interested in them y/n. Shouldn't you be with Steve?". It's the way he says Steve that has her pissed off.

"Steve is my friend, god you drive me crazy" He nods annoyed.

"We agree on something then". He tells her and she's still annoyed by his attitude.

"Yeah, because you annoy the shit out of me and yet we still kiss, and have sex despite that".

His next words really hurt.

"Yeah, well maybe this was a fucking mistake". He barks at her and she didn't expect to feel so broken at those words.

Mistake. Tears blur in her eyes and his widen, he takes a step towards her and she sniffs wiping at the wetness.

"Fine". She yells back and storms out of his trailer with tears running down her cheeks and a broken heart straight into a building storm.

Eddie follows her out and she ignores his calls fighting against the wind and the rain.

"Baby come back. It's going to storm badly". He catches up to her and she doesn't look at him still crying and slips on the wet leaves

He pulls her to his chest, catching her before she falls.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry princess. You drive me crazy but fuck I can't stop thinking about you and you being mine and I was jealous of Steve".

She stops struggling and peers up at him stunned. He was jealous?

"You are incredible and this isn't a mistake sweetheart". She sniffs and cuddles into him.

"You were all nice to those other girls and just cold to me Ed's". He softens and the rain soaks them both but they don't seem to care lost in the moment.

"I wasn't the least bit interested baby, I want you. Shit when we argue and your eyes flash and you yell at me and you look so beautiful, I want you.

"When you are sweet, soft and sleepy in the mornings and you think you look like shit, which is impossible by the way I want you".

"I adore you sweetheart and I'm falling in love with you and that dream you have of travelling over the States, road trips and shit that we talked about a while back all I want is to be with you by your side".

He kisses her and it's raining harder now but she's lost in the epic kiss, she breaks away heartache gone completely.

"I'm falling for you too Eddie, I want you with me too, imagine it. Just you and I". He nods resting his forehead against hers.

"I want to hold your hand and kiss you at school and fuck what anyone says because it is you and me and I don't give a shit what anyone says". She agrees and kisses him again.

"Come on, let's get inside". She follows him back to the trailer and he searches out dry clothes, she's soon cosy in his shirt, in his bed with his arms wrapped around her.

Movie night happens after all and it's her and Eddie's first official date as a couple.

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As always likes, reblogs, etc are wonderful and I appreciate them so much. 💖

#eddie x reader #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x you

[infernalodie]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰“

Inspo: Billie Eilish - when the party’s over Billie Eilish - Everything I Wanted

Pairing: Rue Bennet x Bennett!Fem!reader

Summary: You’ve lost every person in your life and left to wallow in your own justification of them leaving. But it’s Rue’s job to talk you away from the edge.

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Warnings: Angsty as fuck, talks of depression, self-harm, and drug addiction

Words 1237

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!!

Rue’s body trembled under the relentless droplets of the rain that poured down on her. Soaking her clothes and her hair that clung to her forehead and cheeks. Masking the tears that streamed down her cheeks with a quaking hand held over her chest. Sobs fell from her lips as all she could see, was you.

From the inside and out, her body was hallowed out. Once full of sobriety, happiness, and joy. Now those towers stood dilapidated in her heart, replaced with the bitter loneliness she felt. How could she have been so stupid? How didn’t she see the signs earlier?

But that was all gone now. And as she stopped short of the front door of her home, she had to swallow down the fact that she wanted. She wanted to run away as far as she could. Never come back here from the bitter truth that, in some way, she could’ve done something.

She could’ve saved you.

She pushed open the doors leading to the rooftop of the school. The cold gusts of wind hit her in full swing with her hissing at the bitter weather nipping at her cheeks. But her gaze quickly fell to you, having known you would be here, after your sudden disappearance at the party. It just heightened her senses seeing you throw your head back with a loud set of coughs. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey resting on the edge and taking a large gulp.

“Thought you would be here.” When Rue spoke, your body froze up, looking over your shoulder to find her still wearing your guys’ dad’s sweater. A signature article of clothing you knew she couldn’t go a day without putting on once. “Are you okay?”

You let out a laugh, sniffling harshly and wiped your nose with a sigh. “Well, Maddy got back together with Nate, so there’s that,” you started. “I failed my exam this week. I’ve run out of money and I have to talk to you. So, no. I’m not okay.”

Rue should’ve expected that last part. Before she ever got sober, out of every single person in her life, she treated her like shit. You reminded her too much of the good times before she ever became the person she was. And you held a power over her that she didn’t like. So, after getting sober, she expected you to act in such a way towards her. It was what she deserved.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Another humorous laugh fell from your lips as you turned to her. “Oh?” You mused. “So, we’re now on the talking basis now? Are we going to lean on one another’s shoulder like we used to?”

“Y/n, I know I haven’t-”

“You have been a heartless bitch, Rue!” You interjected silencing the girl. “Even after you got sober, you still continued to be this person I don’t recognize.”

“Then let me make it up to you.” Rue stepped forward. “Let me try to make amends after what I’ve done.”

“Do you really think that’s how things work?” You asked incredulously. “You can call me all the names under the sun and then act like you can make up for it? There is no price to the pain and torment you have caused me.”

“Then talk to me!” Rue exclaimed. “Tell me and let me try and help!”

“I’m drowning, Rue!” You screamed. Face scrunching up with tears rapidly falling from your eyes as you stepped back from her. “And I can’t stop asking myself why the hell everyone hates me so much? Why you hate me so much? I- I just wanted to know, but you continued to treat me like garbage! Make me feel like shit when all I’ve ever done was love you!”

Rue stood frozen to the ground, unable to find the right words to reassure you that it hadn’t been true. Because none of it had been. She was blinded by the inability to act without drugs. When she looked at you now, you weren’t the same girl she had taken out to go play in the woods near town. Or the same little girl she remembers helping put to sleep because of the extensive nightmares that could keep you up at night.

You’d changed and it hurt Rue to know that she was one of the reasons. You were once so innocent, so fragile, and delicate. She’d wanted to protect you from the entirety of the world and keep you close in her arms. But she was never able to protect you from herself.

A sob racked your body as you tried to breathe. Chest tightening with each cry that fell from your damp lips. “All I ever wanted to do was help!” You wept. “I just wanted to help! I just wanted to help and you made me feel like shit for it! What did I ever do to you?”

“Nothing, Y/n,” Rue quickly said. “You did nothing wrong. I was just angry and I couldn’t control myself. I never meant any of the things I said to you, mom, or Gia.”

As much as you wished that her reassurances could soothe the pain in your heart, it couldn’t. You’d become so exposed to the darker side of Rue, that you couldn’t imagine her being anything else. After the nights with a razor blade in your grasp, the cool chill that ran down your spine when it pierced your skin, numbing you to the pain, it had been because of her. She was the reason for all the scars on your body and your mind. There was no way she could ever cover that harsh piece of reality you weren’t even sure she knew about.

“You’re a liar, Rue,” you spat bitterly. “All you do is lie to get what you want. And I know, sooner or later, you’re going to just use me for your own selfish gain.” Your lips wobbled as you shook your head. “The one person I have loved more than the world was willing to destroy me to get what she wanted. I won’t stand for it.”

She didn’t understand at first, but when she saw you turn and walked towards the edge, she felt her heart sink. “No, Y/n!”

Your arms extended out by your sides with your body leaning forward. Rue’s fingers just grazed the back of your shirt before you fell out of her reach. But even before now, she thinks you were already a whole other world away from her.

“Y/n!”

“Rue, what’s wrong, baby?” Leslie asked, position on the couch shifting with her sitting up with Gia beside her. They looked the girl up and down, hearing the shallow and shaky breaths fall from her lips as she stared at them. “Where’s, Y/n? She said she would call after the party.”

Rue’s eyes hung heavy as her body swayed. She looked possessed in the moment as she replayed the scene in her head over and over again. And even when Leslie stood up and made her way over, cupping Rue’s face and making her look up, she didn’t have a response.

“Rue, where’s your sister?”

Finally, Rue looked up and that was when Leslie saw the pain. The utter excruciating pain of heartbreak in her daughter’s eyes. And as Rue’s quivering lips parted, Leslie felt her heart shatter.

“She’s dead.”

#rue bennett #rue bennet x reader #rue bennett euphoria #rue bennett angst #rue bennett x fem!reader #rue bennett x fem reader #zendaya #zendaya coleman #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett fanfiction #euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine

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The Little White Horse: Maria

An analysis and comparison of Maria Merryweather in both The Little White Horse and The Secret of Moonacre

TL;DR

Oh my darling Maria. I honestly love both versions of Maria. This girl has gone through so much, has done so much, and she deserves the world. 

However, Maria is a tad bit different in The Secret of Moonacre than she is in The Little White Horse. While both of their stories are endearing and impactful, I do believe one is more harmful than the other. 

Maria Merryweather, as described in the book, is a sweet, relatively happy girl, who is pure-hearted and brave. She is shown to have a love for her animal companions, the boy from her dreams who she played with as a child, her governess, her cousin, and Moonacre Valley. Her vices, however, are her vanity and a natural curiosity, or at least, those are the vices Goudge has told us are her vices. 

“In this year of grace 1842 [Maria] was thirteen years old and was considered plain, with her queer silvery-grey eyes that were so disconcertingly penetrating, her straight reddish hair and thin pale face with its distressing freckles. Yet her little figure, small as that of a fairy's child, with a backbone as straight as a poker, was very dignified, and she had exquisite tiny feet, of which she was inordinately proud. They were her chief beauty, she knew, which was why she took, if possible, a more burning interest in her boots than in her mittens and gowns and bonnets.” 

Maria is a lady born and bred, and already quite humble at the start . After her description, it's stated she knows that she qualifies as ‘plain’. She does take an interest in her clothes to make up for the fact that she is ‘plain’, however she is scolded for this almost immediately by the parson. 

“Neatness of attire is to be commended in a woman," he told her, holding her hand in a grip of steel. “But not vanity. Vanity is of the devil. And excessive female curiosity is not to be commended either. Nip it in the bud, my dear, while there is time." So he had seen her patting her pelisse and stroking her muff. So he had noticed her trying to see over the door of the pew.”

After this moment, besides when she tries on her wedding dress and looks into Loveday’s mirror and sees the visage of the first Moon Princess, Maria doesn’t express as much care in her appearance or attire. Beyond describing the costumes laid out by Loveday, Maria’s opinions on her clothing is laid aside. The lesson being that she has put aside her ‘vanity’.

However, this is not true vanity. 

In the myth of Echo and Narcissus, the Greek figure is described as so handsome that the first time he sees his own reflection, he becomes so enamored with it that he can not look away. So much so, that the nymph, Echo, who loved him, could not call him away. So engrossed was he with his reflection, that he fell in love with himself. This is true vanity, a gross, and over exaggerated self-love. True vanity is caring about yourself first, and is not limited to appearance, but can also concern the mind, intelligence, talent and many other things. It is valuing yourself over everyone. 

Maria adjusting her skirts during a church service is not vanity, nor is acknowledging her small feet as her best quality. It may very well be that the Parson is warning her of a growing vanity, to not become so enamored with her appearance and looks, but again, Maria knows she is plain. I don’t think she’s at risk of falling in love with her reflection. 

Furthermore, Maria is accosted for her ‘female curiosity’ not only by the Parson, but by Robin as well, who is so opposed to her pestering questions, that he will abandon her when she asks too many. 

“Maria choked down her curiosity, for Robin had always hated being asked questions, and if she asked too many would disappear, and she did not want him to disappear just yet.”

“There was no answer, and looking up she saw that Robin had disappeared, even though as far as she knew she had not asked a single question.” 

As well as other characters, and the narrative itself.

“Her own soul and stomach do not allow her to indulge in that feminine curiosity about the affairs of others which renders her presence so trying to the males whose domicile she shares." - Marmaduke Scarlet 

“Maria was by this time getting used to living in a perpetual state of astonishment, and used to curbing her curiosity, so that at this startling piece of information she just nodded, and one question only escaped her.”

“I am afraid she was rather a bad-tempered old woman as well as a curious one…” -Loveday Minette

It is not only curiosity that Goudge is protesting, but specifically ‘female’ curiosity. However, I can’t imagine why Elizabeth has this gripe. She is a well-educated woman, having attended finishing school and college, most of the plot of LWH revolves around Maria finding out the truth of the Valley and all the evil that occupies it. Maria is constantly pursuing her curiosity, she finds the kitchen she was not shown, she learns who was leaving her biscuits and dresses, she learns the truth about Loveday and Sir Benjamin. 

“Maria suddenly saw it all. Her curiosity was satisfied.”

It is an odd contradiction, for Maria to be scolded by a religious figure - who is only ever seen as wise, knowledgeable, and trustworthy - and for Maria to be punished for her curiosity by Robin, while the narrative revolves around her curiosity pushing the story forward. Without her curiosity, she never would have learned the truth about Loveday and Benjamin, about Marmaduke and the black cat Zacariah, and about how to bring peace back to the valley. 

Goudge also writes Robin as queerly uncurious. 

“Robin, haven't you any curiosity?" Maria demanded almost passionately. “Haven't you asked Loveday?", “No," said Robin. “Why should I? It isn't any business of mine. How I could manage to visit you in London was my business, and so I asked Mother about it. But it was nothing to do with me about her not wanting Sir Benjamin to know she lives here." Maria heaved a great impatient sigh. Truly the non curiosity of men was beyond her comprehension. As for herself, she felt that if she did not get to the bottom of what was between Loveday and Sir Benjamin before she slept tonight her curiosity would most certainly be the death of her. But it was no use asking any more questions of Robin.” 

In the end, Robin M promises Maria that he will always tell her everything so that she will not have to ask him anything. And here, the pieces put themselves together. While Maria is reprimanded for her constant questions and female curiosity, she still needs to learn the truth, and the answer is quite simple: 

“And I'll tell you," said Robin. “If I didn't you'd ask me so many questions that life would not be worth living."

Goudge does not argue that women cannot obtain knowledge, simply that it should come to her, that it is better to be told things than to ask and inquire after them. At least, this is how I have interrupted Maria’s story, and why the narrative punishes her for asking questions, while at the same time is required to give her answers in order for the story to continue. 

Maria Merryweather, as presented in The Secret of Moonacre, is completely different. 

The Little White Horse begins with Maria’s trip to Moonacre, while The Secret of Moonacre begins with the procession of George Merryweather’s funeral, switched from being Sir Benjamin’s cousin, they are now brothers, and we see Maria is distraught by this death. Not only did she lose her mother when she was young, but she has now lost her father.  In LWH, the death of her parents and her orphanhood are plot devices used so that Maria can be a new comer to Moonacre, Goudge does not divulge Maria’s feelings on the passing of her father, and beyond the mention of his death in the first chapter, it is never brought up again. 

Maria (TSOM) however, is seen to have dearly loved her father, she is proud to be his daughter, and defends him to her Uncle when he is called a coward. Maria moving from London to Moonacre is shown as a hard transition, she is used to the comforts and luxury of the city, and her preconceived notions about the country leave her in a despair. 

“How could I possibly go to live in the country? Its full of… the countryside!”

When Maria arrives, Sir Benjamin very rudely brushes her and Miss Heliotrope’s concerns off. 

What’s more, TSOM allows Maria her emotions, while LWH does not even consider the loss of her father to be a big deal, it severely impacts Maria. She is not only moving across the country, but she is dealing with grief. She also learns the truth about her father, that he was not as honorable as she believed, that he was murdered over his debts, and left his only child with nothing but a book. So now, as she deals with his death, she also has to reconcile this new understanding with her love of him. 

From the very first few scenes, we learn that Maria is prideful: she is proud of her name and her father, her position and standing in life. That Maria is arrogant: she swipes dust off the walls of her tower and makes a face, she picks up a dated dress and rolls her eyes at it. That Maria is brave: when faced with four bandits she stands her ground against them. That Maria is curious: she asks her Uncle questions about the house, she wants to know why she isn’t allowed in the forest, she wonders about who is leaving her biscuits in her room, she’s curious about the white horse she sees. That Maria is a lady: that she is proper, and cares about her appearance. She is stubborn as she raises her voice against her Uncle, she is fierce as she storms a castle all on her own, she is just a young girl trying as hard as she can to save a place that she has fallen in love with. 

The Secret of Moonacre does deal with Maria’s curiosity, however it is dealt with and punished in a different way. Maria (LWH) asks questions, and annoys Robin Minette, Maria (TSOM) asks deep, cutting, personal questions, and learns that doing so can hurt the person she is asking. Maria (TSOM) is not punished for her curiosity as much as she’s punished for being callous. 

In the end, Maria is right for asking these questions, for pushing, because without doing so, she never would have been able to understand the Valley, nor her Uncle. 

For a brief interlude, I want to talk about the Sir Benjamin’s. In the book, Sir Benjamin is a jovial man, who is kind and loving to Maria as soon as she arrives. In the movie, Sir Benjamin is a deeply wounded man, heartbroken due to his actions in regards to Loveday and the fact that his brother has just been murdered, despite doing all he could to try and save him. Sir Benjamin offered his brother a loan, enough for his debts to be covered, but George, and his “foolish pride” rejected this offer. 

Sir Benjamin is doing his best, but is dragged down by his past, he is punished for his anger and how he dealt with Loveday, and is haunted by his brother’s death. He loves Maria, I would argue he loves her from the start, but he is in such turmoil, he cannot deal with her properly. He tries to keep her safe by telling her to stay out of the forest and by taking the Chronicles of Moonacre book from her, but struggles with going about it the right way. 

Sir Benjamin in the book is just sexist. He’s proud of the fact that his home has been ‘woman-free’ for twenty-years, he is not distraught by the death of his cousin, nor is he very upset about having lost Loveday. While he still wears the coat she embroidered for him for their wedding day, Sir Benjamin doesn’t show sorrow or heartbreak, and it is very possible he is wearing it because it was well-made and he would not let it go to waste. 

The big lesson of the movie is about letting go of one’s pride and stubbornness, and it is something that all of the characters struggle with. Maria’s pride in her name, Sir Benjamin’s stubbornness keeps him from Loveday and moving on, Loveday’s pride and stubbornness keeps her from returning to Sir Benjamin or her family, Robin’s pride in his clan, and the Coeur De Noir’s stubborn need for revenge. 

I don’t think there is a singular moment in which Maria gives up her pride, such as Robin deciding to help her despite their names, but rather that there are a series of little moments in which she sacrifices her pride and stubbornness for the betterment of Moonacre Valley. 

Stripping down to her underthings to escape Castle Black, she puts aside her ideas of what a lady can and cannot do by riding a horse, she takes care of Serena despite never having an animal to care of before, she tracks Robin down and asks for his help, begs for it practically, because she knows she cannot do it on her own, and of course, her ultimate sacrifice by jumping off the cliff is her putting aside all pride, and giving up her life (she doesn’t know she’s going to be saved by Unicorns!) for the sake of not only her family, but everyone in the Valley, including her ‘enemies’. 

However, Maria never sacrifices herself for the sake of others. And, yes, I do know I just said Maria sacrifices herself by jumping from the cliff. 

Maria (LWH) is told off for her vanity and curiosity, she is told, and learns, to cut off pieces of herself to become more accommodating and tolerable for the world around her, and, really, the men in her life. Maria silences herself, her voice, parts of who she is, to make the world easier for others. 

Maria (TSOM) is prideful and stubborn up and until the very end. 

“At the 5,000th moon I, Maria Merryweather, Moon Princess of Moonacre, do remove the curse that darkens this valley, take back what is yours!” 

This is a very prideful statement, she is still prideful of her name, she is prideful to be the Moon Princess, and is very demanding of the Moon. Which is why when she throws the pearls, they return to her. Not just as a result of her own pride, but because everyone else still refuses to bow to the other. 

“The 5,000th moon, the curse is coming true. If you can sacrifice your pride, we can save our families.” - Maria

“You first” - Sir Benjamin

“No, no, after you!” - Coeur De Noir

“I must do this myself.” - Maria Merryweather 

When Maria jumps, and returns the pearls to the sea, and therefore the Moon, the Curse is broken. However, not because the pearls are returned, but because of her sacrifice, because she puts aside her pride. 

When she returns - resurrected or resuscitated, however you would like to look at it - she is still Maria. She asks “Were you worried, Robin?” She stands tall amongst her peers and family, knowing that she accomplished what no one else could. She is filled with happiness and joy, and is rightly satisfied - or, prideful - at what she was able to accomplish with Robin. I believe the end of the film shows us that the Valley has been saved, not just through Maria’s sacrifice, but through everyone doing the same. 

Robin listening to her in the forest, everyone running to the cliff’s edge, Benjamin asking for forgiveness and Loveday’s hand, Coeur De Noir stepping back and allowing the Merryweather’s their victory, choosing peace over revenge. The Secret of Moonacre’s final lesson is that peace can be reached through everyone working together, that the burden is not just on one person’s shoulders, and while, yes, one person can be a leader among the masses, the one forging ahead and fighting for peace, it is not one person and one alone that accomplishes this goal. 

Maria Merryweather, in LWH, however, is laden with the burden of finding peace for everyone. It is her alone in the forest with Mr. De Noir, showing him the little white horse, her alone who brings Loveday and Benjamin together (with the help of others, of course, but it is primarily her plan), her alone who cuts off pieces of herself, sacrificing herself for the sake of others happiness. As Moon Princess - or Moon Maiden, as she is more commonly referred to as in the novel - she is the sole purveyor of peace and happiness for the Valley. 

Both, Maria from TSOM and Maria from LWH, sacrifice themselves for the greater good. However, whereas Maria (TSOM) gives her life in a final act of love for Moonacre, Maria (LWH) gives up parts of herself to become more manageable. 

One Maria is met with love and honor, while the other bows her head, and submits, shouldering the weight of Moonacre on her shoulders. 

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#Maria Merryweather #I didn't talk about the miniseries because its irrelevant #the little white horse #the secret of moonacre #TLWH dissertation #I love both Maria's but I honestly think one's ending is much more tragic than the other

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Vinney Headcanons!

Hi!I did this bc my ass is bored asf

Vance is super cuddly whenever he's alone with Finn

Finney has scary dog privilege,hes just a happy boy while there's the fucking meanest kid in town behind him

A lot of people were shocked when they found out Vance and Finn were dating.Mainly because of the fact they're both completely different people

Robin is the #1 Vinney hater.Not because he's homophobic but because he's very protective of his best friend and would have zero problem fighting Vance if he had to.

Whenever Finney's stressed about something or is sad about it,Vance would take him into his lap and play with Finney's hair while Finneys talking about what's upsetting him

Vance fights for Finn on a daily basis.Mainly because people don't bully him anymore but do talk a lot of shit behind his back,and Vance hears it,it's over for the bullies.

Vance actually fought Finney's bullies,and they didn't touch Finn since then.

Finney has cute puppy eyes and he takes pretty good advantage of it,knowing it's Vance's weak spot.

Vance hates Finney's dad.Like absolutely hates him with his guts.

Vance and Gwen have a very good relationship between each other and sometimes play dolls and it makes Finney laugh uncontrollably

Vance ALWAYS paints Finney and it flusters the living shit out of Finn.

Vance gives neck,jawline,and forehead kisses 24/7.Finney mainly likes the forehead kisses too.

Finney whimpers in his sleep when he has nightmares.Vance takes him in his arms and cuddles him and says "shhhh..it's okay..I'm here for you."

Finney has nightmares about his mother very often,it's usually when her face is blurred out but still smiling at him and he just starts crying in his sleep.It breaks Vance's heart whenever Finn cries so he cuddles Finn and comforts him and refuses to let himself sleep.

Whenever Finn's stressed,he cries a little bit.One time,Finney got so stressed with himself he just started tearing up and Vance got alarmed and immediately picked Finney up and cuddled him asking what's wrong.

Vance showers Finn with compliments and praise.Finney isn't used to that at all,but it flusters him a lot.

Whenever Vance is angry at Finney and they're in an argument,Vance will hit/kick anything in the room except Finney.He'd never EVER hurt Finney.

Vance is a big spoon and Finney's a small spoon

Finney's transgender and he wears a binder.He can be insecure but Vance will remind him that he'll always be a boy and that his body's beautiful

Vance accidentally lashes out at Finney,but Finney knows Vance doesn't mean it.

Vance's nicknames for Finney are:

-baby

-love

-darling

-prince

Finn's nicknames for Vance are:

-handsome

-love

-dummy

-curly fry

They don't have fights very often,but when they do,it's not over dumb shit.Its usually about them yelling at each other cause their partner isn't taking care of himself enough or because Vance can be a bit bashful and reckless with Robin.

Vance is usually the first one to apologize after the fights.But when Finney does,it's probably because Vance is mad

Finney isn't scared of Vance at all and can put him in his place if he needs to.

They have a strangers to lovers trope

Vance likes dogs and plans on getting one when he's older,but Finney's scared of them and likes cats more.

Vance has a van(when hes like 18) and it's his comfort place.Vance and Finney always hang in there when they're bored

Vance loves writing poems for Finney.Finney has a whole box filled with love notes and poems from Vance♡

Vance fights with Robin very often.It doesn't get too serious but they always end up bruising each other badly,and Finney hates it

Vance is a good cook,but Finn couldn't cook for shit.

Vance nips Finn's lips when they kiss.One time Vance slit Finney's bottom lip and it started bleeding a bit.Vance,with tears in his eyes kept apologizing while Finney couldn't stop laughing and telling him it's okay

At first,Gwen was hesitant about Vance and didn't really like him at first,but after she met him,they practically became best friends.

There's over 30 Vinney Headcanons here...I've got wayyyy too much free time.

[lushta1es0nm3]

Here Kitty Kitty

Pairing: Lee Juyeon x reader

Summary: Think twice next time before pouring your heart out to a random stray cat on the street. It may end up following you home

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

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“Lala~” you sang out your cats name as you crotched down in front of your neighbors car, holding a dish full of wet food.

Crap, you thought in annoyance. All you did was take out the trash, but your cat decided to make a dash out the door before you could stop her. The little spoiled fucker, she had been trying to get outside for over a month and you didn’t quite understand why until. One day you saw the new neighbor moving in a few houses down from you, you saw all the cat toys among the boxes that sat on the back of the moving truck but you didn’t see any cat, or your new neighbor which confused you.

The freezing cold night air nipped at you causing you to let out a huff. Dang it, this is what you get for coming outside with no bra on. Yeah it would only take a second but you should’ve known better to at least put on a damn jacket.

“Lala,” you called out standing up, “if you don’t come on I’m leaving you out here.” It was an empty threat, but anything to make her come out would be great at this point.

You counted in your head to three and huffed again while looking around, but she was still nowhere to be found. With a small sigh, you turned around to head back inside to grab a coat and come back out but you bumped into a guys chest.

“Crap,” you apologized, “sorry.”

“No need to be sorry.” A male voice spoke down at you.

You looked up at the man you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes glow, but brushed it off because he was hot. Like damn where’d you come from, kind of hot.

“I’m your new neighbor.” He started to introduce himself after biting his lips, “I’ve been meaning to speak to everyone but people are busy and I didn’t want to interrupt them.”

He had run his hand across his chin while staring you down. You couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were and the fact that it felt like he was running his hands all over your body.

You blinked quickly bringing yourself back from elsewhere “Hi, I’m y/n” you finally stated still eyes his large hands and thinking of all the ways your could use them.

Yes, you were being a complete pervert in your head but rightfully so. You were single and hadn’t gotten any in a very long time, you toys weren’t of much help anymore. So yes, sis, you were in the middle of a drought and he’s looking like he’s looking making your nipples harder than they already were.

“I’m Juyeon.” He answered, but when he spoke it felt like he had whispered it in your ear. Like you could feel his hot breath fanning your ear followed my a deep groan that’d make you vibrate and shiver.

Your knees buckled and he smiled at you biting his bottom lip again and narrowing his eyes. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your moans and his deep breaths and soft whispers in you ear. But the sound of a familiar meow hit your ears causing you both to look down.

Your cat was rubbing against Juyeon’s leg while purring. He picked her up and rub her head, this whole interaction confused you because your cat was no where near friendly. Meaning she literally hated everyone but you.

“She’s so pretty,” Juyeon remarked, still stretching her head, “I’ve seen her sitting in the window when I pass by.”

His words made you freeze for a second, the only window your car sat in was your bedroom window, which is hard to see from outside, since it was upstairs and kind of tented.

He handed Lala to you “you should get inside,” he remarked, “it’s cold,” you too her from him and he pointed to your shirt, “you don’t have on a jacket.”

Your whole face turned bright red when you looked down at your chest, your nipples were hard and every visible “I’m so sorry.” You flushed out in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” he stated as he began to walk away, “I’ve seen what you at night around midnight. Your nipples are the least of your worries.”

“Say what?!” You yelled out accidentally before covering your mouth.

Juyeon froze and turned around, he did it again, his eyes glowed “I know how badly you want it,” he was a good distance away but it felt like he was whispering in your ear, “I can give it to you, just say here kitty kitty.”

You were too stunned to speak, too embarrassed about your dirty mind and dirty deeds, that you legitimately ran full speed into your house with Lala in your arms. After slamming the front door shut, you waited a few seconds before creeping over to your living room curtains and peeking out. He was gone, like he wasn’t just walking down the street. As if he was never there to began with. Your heart was thumping in your chest, so you decided not to do anything else but go to bed, making sure to close your bedroom curtains.

Two weeks had gone by and every night you’d have the same dream, a beautiful black cat would sit in your yard and meow until you opened the door. That cat would turn into a very shirtless Juyeon, he would walk up to you until you were at arms length. He’d pull you into him and just when you thought he’d kiss you and give you the fucking of your life he would say “Here kitty kitty.” His voice would echo and a chill would run down your spin. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, aroused and needy, but no matter what you’d do, nothing would satisfy you making you give up in the end.

A fourth week had gone by and now you were just tired of it, it was indeed around two am. You had just had the same dream and this time you were so over it. Your cat was still asleep at the foot of your bed not fazed by the fact that you had jumped out of your sleep so hard you knocked over and the lap that sat on your nightstand. You huffed, you were aroused and angry. Hoping out of bed, you went to your window and pulled the curtains open. Looking down, you could see Juyeon standing on the street outside of your house.

Upset by the fact that he looked up at you and smirked, you grabbed your house coat. Not bothering to put on pants or a bra, your threw it on and rushed downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind you. But when you reached the street, he was gone again. You looked around all the while cursing in your head, because how dare he play cat and mouse with you, especially the freaky kind. Knowing you can’t sleep thanks to him.

The sudden sound of the same meow from your dream hit your ears and you followed the sound to his door step. You knocked on the door and it opened by itself. You boldly walk inside, ignoring how dark it was, closing the door. You found a lamp and turned it on. Juyeon sat in an arm chair a few feet away from you, his sat back with his legs wide open and a smirk playing on his lips.

“You sir,” you huffed out very much annoyed, “are about to catch these hands! Stop playing games with me.”

He didn’t say anything, he just scoffed and snapped his fingers. A strong gust of wind blew through the house, you gripped at your house coat but it was no use. It was as if someone had snatched it off of you.

“Who says I’m playing games?” He asked mockingly.

With a frown you took the last few step to reach him, leaning down in front of him, you got in his face “stop haunting my dreams.” You demanded through gritted teeth.

“Say it.” He ordered, “all I’ll make it stop.”

“Say what?” You huffed grabbing him by his shirt collar.

“I like it rough.” He smirked, staring you down and biting his lip. His eyes glossing over you slowly.

You thought for a second and recalled what he had been saying all along “Here kitty kitty.” You said slowly.

He grinned showing sharp fangs before letting out a very realistic meow followed by the sound of purring emitting from him. He stood up and with the blink of an eye, he had you spread out on the floor, hovering over you. With one of his large hands making it’s way up your shirt. Your breath got caught in your throat when you finally felt his large hand cupping and squeezing your breast.

You looked up at him and watched his eyes turn from human to cat and back again all while glowing. The thin shirt you were wearing was ripped off in one quick motion, your bare chest was now on display.

Juyeon slowly licked from your stomach up to your chest, where he took one of your breast into his mouth. A soft hush moan left your parted lips and you sucked in yet another breath of air when you felt your underwear disappear, it was replaced by a large hand making it’s way to your clit, rubbing it. Your hands went into Juyeon’s hair causing him to look up at up, just as he pushed one of his long fingers into your pussy.

Your mouth opened to let out a moan, but he captured it in a kiss. You allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as he fingered your tight cunt, adding another finger he curved them hitting your spot and making your hip buck forward. You felt him smile and pull away from you, taking his heat and pleasure with him. You opened your eyes and he was gone.

“Here kitty kitty.” You heard him call out from somewhere in the house. You got up quickly and followed the sound, no way you were leaving without finishing. You had been dreaming and fantasizing about cumming on his dick and tonight, you were going to do just that.

You found him, in one of the dark hallways with his back to you, he was now completely naked. You rushed forward and turned around and grabbed you. He lifted you up against the wall, his lips crashed into yours like a wreck as your wrapped your hands around his neck. The pictures that were on the wall began to fall but you both ignored it. Both of you now playing tug a war with your tongues down each other throat.

The sound of purring still coming from him as he pulled away, his eyes now cat like stared back at you in the dark hallway. You narrowed your eyes, trying to think just a little but it was no use. You felt him enter your pussy slowly, he was big. The biggest you’d ever taken and he knew that, what you didn’t know was that he had been watching you for a very very long time, over two years maybe. He was waiting for the right moment approach you and stack his claim on you. I mean it was sort of your fault, you were the one who got dumped in front of him, but even in your moment of hurt, you fed the ‘stray’ black cat and talked about your feelings and thoughts to him. Not knowing he was a shapeshifter and that he had grown to like you in that short period of time.

He watched as your face scrunched up in both pain and pleasure, an animalistic low growl came from him when you closed your eyes. You opened them when you felt him began to thrust into you slowly, he kissed you softly and increased his speed slowly. The sound of your breathy moans and your body’s hitting the walls filled the moon lit hallway.

He pounded you faster and you cried out, your wall clenching around him, and your legs becoming weak. You held onto him as tightly as you could, you were getting fucked out. He pulled away from you, looking you in the eyes he smirked and your arms dropped to your sides, when you felt him go deeper into your pussy, you couldn’t take him. His stepped away from the wall and pounded into you harder while holding you up.

“Please, please.” You begged for the release you felt coming with each deep thrust.

One, two three. You shivered, hard and let out a loud moanful cry of ecstasy. He groaned “so tight kitty like.”

You were weak now, only seeing stars, but you felt him pull out of you and bend you over the table in the hallway that sat in front of a mirror. You managed to look up into the mirror, you were unable to see yourself but you could see Juyeon. He stroked his cock a few times before slowly shoving his dick back into your pussy. You let out a whimpering moan, looking at Juyeon through the mirror you saw him open his mouth and low growl came out.

Juyeon wrapped his arms around your waste and began pounding you roughly, his big cock fulling you up and causing you to cry out in pleasure. He leaned forward, his breathing now be heard in your ear “fuck so hot and tight,” he rammed into you as he spoke each word, “look at how fucked out you are kitten,” he grabbed your you by your hair, making you look in the mirror at yourself, “this is my pussy now,” you nodded unable to form words, you legs shook as yet another orgasm washed over you, you looked up at Juyeon’s face in the mirror. His thrusts now becoming slow, hard and deep. He growled and abruptly rammed his dick in a few more times his dick pulsing inside of you before spilling his thick load deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out orgasming for the third time, Juyeon thrusted into slowly riding out your last orgasm. The only thing that could be heard was both of your heavy breathing. You couldn’t quite see anything as you looked up in the mirror at Juyeon as he was pulling out, you could’ve sworn you saw a tail behind him.

Your body felt light and fuzzy, you where weak but you used your last bit of strength to turn around and look at Juyeon fully. He was purring loudly, he had whiskers and cat ear now, you looked into his eyes, just as a passing cars headlights shined into the hallway. His eyes were indeed that of a cats, you let out a soft gasp, he was unaware of his sudden change of appearance, too wrapped up in his own joy of claiming you.

You took a small step back, and looked beside you, a light switch. You quickly flipped it on bringing Juyeon back to from whatever cloud he was on. His eyes quickly catching his appearance in the mirror he just fucked you in front of. He covered his face with his hands and took a step to walk away.

You reached out to him and attempted to follow him, inevitably falling to the door because of how weak your legs were “Stop!” You yelled out making him freeze, “don’t take another step until you explain what the fuck is going on.”

He sighed his shoulders dropping as he did so, he knew better than to get caught like this. He disappeared into one of the rooms, the sound of him rummaging through drawers filled the air and returned wearing shorts and carrying a large shirt.

Juyeon put the shirt on you gently, all the while doing his damn best to not look you in the eyes. You were okay with that, because you were too busy looking at his ears and tail, you thought things like this only existed in comic books and anime.

Once he was done, he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom and sat you on the bed, he took a step away from the bed still not looking you in the eyes.

“Start from the beginning.” You demanded.

“Y/n,” he called your name as a small catlike whine left his lips, “please don’t hate me.”

“Uh, okay,” you deadpanned looking at him, “if anything, I’m confused. I just let a hot guy fuck me stupid and now he’s turning into a fucking cat. I just want answers.” It was quiet for a minute, “look man,” you started again, no you weren’t upset, you were confused and shocked though, “at least give me a choice as to what I want to do. Like come on bro, spill already, why would I be mad when I finally got my back blowed in after over a year.”

Juyeon sighed again and finally looked at you. He told you the whole thing, from the day you cried your eyes out after being dumped, all while feeding him wet cat food, that he thought tasted horrible but he ate it to make you happy. To how he followed you and watched your very move ever since, he told everything, even how he got your cat to act the way she was acting the night they finally met.

You stared at him, your cheeks were red, embarrassed, shocked and well played is how you felt. Unable to believe to told a random cat on the street your deepest secrets, only to find out he could shapeshift. Your mouth hung open as you gawked at him in disbelief, you blinked rapidly and shook your head.

“I can’t believe this shit.” You mumbled, “I legit let a hot shapeshifting cat man drive me crazy for a whole month and then I let him fuck me like a complete slut.” You sighed and rested your head in your head for a moment, “Juyeon,” you called his name before left in your head up, “I’ll admit it, yes you are hot. I like you too, but, but,” you searched for words, “why did you decide to do me first and skip the whole dating part?”

“I always caught you with your toys, I wasn’t trying to watch,” he threw his hands up in defense, “but you masturbate every ni-”

“Okay,” you stopped him, “I got it,” you fell back into the bed, now realizing how soft it was, he was indeed a cat, “I’m tired,” you commented waving you hand for him to come over, he did after a few seconds had passed, “let’s go to sleep.” You recommended.

“Does that mean you don’t mind me for what I am?” He asked his tail wagging as he talked.

“It’s a little too late for me to actually care about that,” you huffed crawling under the dark blue covers of on the large bed. He followed suit, “just be honest from now on.”

He grinned and room filled with his purring as he followed suit and wrapped an arm around you “one question,” you said after a a moment, “why did you make me say, here kitty kitty?” You asked out of pure curiosity.

“Oh, because it’s fun teasing humans,” he purred out “and because I really wanted to hear you say it.”

“Say what!” You yelled out looking at him in disarray, he ignored you and closed his eyes, like he didn’t say what he just said, “you really do have cat traits.” You huffed and closed your eyes.

Letting sleep began to consume you, you closed your eyes and just as you were beginning to dream you could’ve sworn you heard Juyeon say “here kitty kitty.”

You chose to ignore it, as drifting off completely to a peaceful sleep, for the first time in a while

#kpop boys #the boyz #tbz kpop #tbz juyeon #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz x reader #tbz #tbz au #kpop smut #smut #tbz oneshots #lee juyeon #juyeon #tbzinc

[lovelyledger]

Kissing Headcannons w/ Ledger!Characters

a/n: includes patrick verona, ledger!joker, william thatcher, skip engblom, and tony shepherd <3 + gender neutral reader!!

warnings: mentions of kissing + mild nsfw themes (18+)

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

If you had to narrow Patrick’s kisses down to one word it would be tender. The man kisses you with so much love and compassion that you swear all the blood in your body turns into sugar from how sweet he is. One quick peck and your entire body tingles. Tiny little fireworks exploding inside of you and rattling your bones. On the flip side, your skin bursts into flames when he presses his lips against that certain spot on your neck. He always chuckles at your tiny huff when ever he does kiss you there. You swear he’s pure magic.

Sneaky kisses are one of Pat’s top secret skills. Out and about in public with him but you’re both needy? No worries. He’ll pull you into an empty hallway or vacant room, out of sight from wandering eyes, and give you all the kisses you need right then and there.

He also enjoys giving you forehead kisses at any time of day. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and press his lips on the center of your forehead. It makes your knees weak and heart grow a million sizes. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life.

Ledger!Joker (The Dark Knight)

J’s kisses are all-consuming. He surrounds your senses like a cloud of black smog hung high over Gotham’s skyline. It’s intense and sharp in a good way. Your first kiss with him isn’t exactly romantic as it was messy, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. Purple leather gloves gripping the back of your neck, stealing all the breath from your lungs. Holding onto his wool trench coat for dear life. Greasepaint staining your skin, a semi-permanent reminder that you’re his.

And of course, his scars. They’re intriguing when you see them for the first time. But when kissing him, it isn’t what you expected at all. You thought they were going to be uncomfortable and scratchy against your skin because they were jagged and healed so roughly. Oh, how you were wrong. They add a unique quality to J’s kisses. They do not hurt you in the slightest. In fact, they are very plush. It’s beautiful, something terribly tragic blooming into something passionate.

J is quite handsy with you. Of course with this comes a lot of biting and nipping at your neck. He loves leaving deep, angry bruises all over as another reminder that he’s the only one who makes you feel the ways that you do. You can never resist him and his touch. Though, you would never tell him that. He already knows it through the way you kiss him.

William Thatcher (A Knight’s Tale)

Oh my goodness, precious William. He surprises you. At first, his kisses were reserved and shy. Whispering against your lips and tentatively asking you questions: “Was that okay?” or “What else would you like?”. It’s incredibly endearing. You later learn it’s because he has not kissed many people before, which makes your stomach flutter with millions of butterflies. As strong as he may be and as much energy he gives away in different jousting arenas, he’ll always be your innocent knight in shining armor.

One thing that you come to find out about Will as your relationship progresses is that he absolutely loves hearing the noises you make when you kiss. He cannot get enough of you. To him, you’re the most powerful drug in the entire universe. Hearing you whine out his name, breathing and sighing deeply for him… It spurs him into a frenzy. You both know that those special noises are for his ears only. Simply put, his kisses make you feel completely whole.

And it’s no surprise that Will is a romantic. He brings you as his date to every ball he can physically attend. He’s so giddy and loves dancing (and drinking lots of wine & food) with you. Hand kisses are exchanged all night, of course. His soft lips pressed gently against the top of your hand which makes you (and him) turn bright red. It’s a simple gesture, but you can’t help to adore his tiny displays of affection.

Skip Engblom (Lords of Dogtown)

Oh, Skip. Skip’s kisses are pure understanding. When you kiss each other, you’re on the exact same page. Hell, you’re on the same line of the exact same book. You’re just two puzzle pieces meant to be together.

Your first kiss though, you’ll never forget. You worked night shifts here and there at the Zephyr Surf Shop for Skip. You two have known each other for years. He’s always appreciated your time and company. Giving an extra hand if he’s running behind on orders doesn’t even feel like working for him. It’s just you & an old friend who you happened to have a big crush on. It’s no big deal, right?

After finishing up late one night, Skip wanted to walk you out to your car: “Listen, Y/N, it isn’t safe in Dogtown at this time of night. Let me walk you out to your car.” You didn’t argue because you knew he was right, even if you were parked just outside the front doors. Warmth spread through your belly as he stood right beside you, protecting you the whole way.

Skip started to express his gratitude (and how guilty he felt because he wasn’t paying you) when you had cut him off: “No, no, Skip. I’ll always help out anytime, free of charge. Anything for you. I mean it.” You reached out to run your hand down his arm. His eyes flickered down as if your hand had dragged bright green paint across his exposed skin. A breath got caught in your throat and your wide eyes suddenly connect with his.

And in that moment, everything slotted into place. A million emotions were rushing in your brain as you kissed each other against the driver’s side window of your car, but the one word short-circuiting in your brain was: Home. Skip was your home.

No matter where you happen to be sleeping that night, Skip always manages to wake you up in the morning by gently pressing his lips to your neck. He watches you stir, eyes fluttering. He’s as warm as early sunshine spilling through open windows and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Tony Shepherd (The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus)

Ever since the complete disaster Anton caused a week ago that resulted in the Parnassus trailer, aka. your home getting basically destroyed, everything has gone to shit. Well… not everything. There’s Tony. Where do you even begin with life before Tony?

You can’t really recall exactly how or when you joined the Imaginarium team, but you had proved your potential to everyone right away. You drew spectators in and let the others talents shine. It all felt so… natural. You fit in perfectly with this family of misfits.

Then comes Tony. Your whole world was turned upside down when you discovered the hanged man on the bridge. It was like a switch flipped on inside of you. Two bright lights connecting in a pitch black world.

Tony found you sitting on the stage of the trailer one night. That’s when you shared your first kiss. He knew you had been stressed about what was to come now that the only place to perform the show was shattered to bits: “Sweetheart, don’t worry I have a plan. It’s a bit of a change, but that never hurt anyone, did it?”. That’s the thing about Tony. He always seems to be five steps ahead of everyone else.

After chatting about the next course of action, you felt his hand travel from resting on your shoulder to stroking your cheek lovingly. The close heat of his hand reassuring you that it was going to be okay. That he was there for you. You felt your body being drawn in closer to his by some fateful force. His slow breath fanned against your cheek and shot sparks down your spine. His hand was still placed on your cheek, too afraid to make any sudden movements that could tear you away from him. From this moment. His lips finally connected with yours and you were breathless. All of the oxygen in the atmosphere was suddenly gone. All you felt was the warmth of him. The warmth of you two, together. Like dim streetlights reflecting on rain soaked sidewalks. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

You’ve come to learn that Tony’s mouth (and hands) tend to wander late at night. He can’t help it that your twin bed in this god forsaken trailer can’t comfortably house two full adults. You barely get enough rest as it is. So you resort to more intimate activities, hoping that sleep might come a little bit easier afterwards.

Knowing his kisses always leaves you wanting more, he happily obliges along to your all of your needs. He will always love touching you in the softest places overflowing with the deepest pleasure. Your breathy gasps as his mouth trails across your neck while his broad hands stroke your chest. Your whole body aches for him. Soon enough, his hands finally wander down, down, down…

“You know, love, we should have been doing this a lot sooner if we both couldn’t sleep.” “Oh, shut up.”

#patrick verona #ledger!joker #william thatcher #skip engblom #patrick verona x reader #ledger!joker x reader #william thatcher x reader #skip engblom x reader #tdk joker #tdk joker x reader #oct 2021 #tony shepherd #tony shepherd x reader #the imaginarium of doctor parnassus #gender neutral reader #10 things i hate about you #a knight’s tale #lords of dogtown #the dark knight

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Gabriel Reyes/reader, a/b/o and The Works™

this is the third kinktober prompt for this year!!!

Gabriel Reyes/fem!reader | a/b/o, marking, biting, praise, all that jazz Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~3000

Jack Morrison was getting another medal.

It was everyone’s favorite joke at high command. It seemed like no one wanted to implement any serious policy or sign an actual resolution in favor of giving the golden boy of the Omnic Crisis another fancy award.

So Jack had been stressing himself out all week trying to write an acceptance speech that wasn’t passive aggressive, and you spent too long picking out a formal gown, and Gabe had sat on Reinhardt’s desk laughing and stuffing his face with carbs and fruit because his rut was due next week.

Jack took the teasing in stride and managed to come up with a speech that wouldn’t outright offend the Prime Minster of Russia. Everyone piled into the jet to Moscow with a garment bag and a carryon and a strong cup of coffee at four am the day before the banquet.

This was normal for you. In a world after the omnic crisis, head of Overwatch’s reparations department and mated to the commander of Blackwatch. You found yourself flown across the world dozens of times a year for negotiations and assemblies and ceremonies.

You and Gabe strapped in next to each other on the jet. “I haven’t seen the dress you picked out,” he nodded his head to the garment bag.

“I guess it will just be a surprise,” you purred.

He grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

“It’s too early for this,” Ana groaned from across the aisle. Gabe shot her a toothy smile and made sure to nip at the shell of your ear. You smacked his leg and shoved him back into his own seat.

The hotel was a beautiful historic waterfront building just across the bridge from the Kremlin in the heart of the city. The five of you piled out of the black SUV that had escorted you from the airstrip and made your way inside.

The hotel manager greeted you as well as an official from the Kremlin. Jack was the main recipient of ass kissing and pleasantries, so you simply smiled and nodded and shook hands wherever necessary.

The suite was entirely too big and fancy for a two night’s stay. You and Gabe poked around for a bit, but there were no fun secrets. You took the sitting room, and Gabe set up at the desk in the bedroom as you both buckled down on your work for the day. Gabe had operatives in Bolivia he needed to check in with, and you had a meeting with representatives in London.

He found you a few hours later slumped in the armchair with your head in your hands.

“They still being stubborn?” he asked.

“They won’t budge on anything,” you groaned.

“Change into something casual. Let’s go out for a little bit.” He was already in a hoodie and dark jeans, beanie sticking out of the back pocket.

You nodded and went to find a sweater.

Gabe’s impromptu date night in Moscow turned out to be a lot of fun. Ana and Reinhardt came to meet you at a bar for a little bit, and the two of you wandered around the city until sundown.

The next day was more meetings and frustration until you had to get ready for the banquet. You and Gabe slipped past each other in and out of the bathroom as you showered and shaved and styled your hair and perfumed and moisturized.

You shimmied into the dress half an hour before the car was due to pick you up. It was slim and black, sleeveless with one band that crossed over your collarbone and shoulder. You frowned when you realized it covered your matebite, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Gabe grinned salaciously as he zipped you up, unable to resist leaning down and nuzzling into your neck. “Cool it.” You shoved him off with a giggle. “I have to make it through a whole ceremony and dinner.”

He pulled on his jacket and the two of you made your way downstairs to wait for the car.

For some reason, the event coordinators split you into three cars. Jack rode by himself, you and Gabe in one car, and Ana and Reinhardt in the last. They looked intimidating in their dress uniforms, and you felt kind of ditzy in your sexy cocktail dress next to three enormous well decorated Overwatch officers.

The ceremony was only slightly dull, and you clapped at all the right spots and pinched Gabe when he looked like he was zoning out too much.

Dinner was much more enjoyable. You had been seated with people you knew from other events and assemblies, so conversation flowed well. A string ensemble played and a few people got up to dance or mingle once they cleared their plates. You caught sight of a British Parliament member speaking with a small group of tuxedoed men, and Gabe saw the determination in your eyes. 

“Go get him, sweetheart,” he kissed your cheek and pushed you towards the Lord. You excused yourself quickly and approached the older gentleman ready to push for your negotiations to take center stage in the Palace of Westminster.

The poor Lord was not expecting to be accosted by you at a banquet, but graciously listened as you explained your struggles in negotiating reparations in London.

“You’ve got some real fire in you,” one of the tuxedoes remarked as you shook the Lord’s hand and he scampered away sufficiently cowed. He had an American accent and shiny hair. He reeked of confidence and you knew it was a combination of his nationality and his status as an Alpha.

You cocked your head nonchalantly. “Takes a lot of persistence to get anything done in Parliament.” You knew he was probably referencing the fact that you, a tiny omega, had just approached a government official and demanded that he push for your cause, but you brushed it off. Most of the time people were respectful, but you still ran into pushback every now and then because of your status.

The American laughed, tossing his head back. “And wit to match!” A waiter came by with champagne and he snatched a glass to press into your hands. “What’s your name?” he asked, placing a hand on your back and guiding you back into the crowd of tuxes.

You tensed under his touch. This wasn’t your Alpha. It was extraordinarily rude to touch anyone without permission, especially an omega. But still, you had to be polite, so you introduced yourself.

“If you ever need any help getting through to politicians, you should give me a call. I’m on the UN Peace Council, you know? I was appointed during the crisis.” That information was probably supposed to impress you. It probably would have if you were anyone else.

You nodded politely, taking a tiny sip of champagne and glancing over your shoulder to look for Gabe. You had your own gripes with the UN peace council. Jack and Gabe butted heads with them nearly every other week.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smiled, attempting to turn and address the other men.

“Here,” the American pulled out his phone. “Let me get your number. Maybe we could meet up for drinks before we both leave Moscow?”

“Oh,” you found your escape. “I left my phone back at my table.” You turned to make your way back to Gabe and Ana, but the UN asshole grabbed your arm. You knew exactly what this was. This guy probably didn’t run into many omegas in professional settings, and he thought you would just go along with everything he said because he was some big shot Alpha.

Laughable. You were a high ranking member of Overwatch. A diplomat. The mate of Gabriel Fucking Reyes.

“Just put your number in and I’ll text you,” he insisted. You struggled out of his grasp and shot him the sternest look you could manage.

He laughed again. “I love how feisty you are!”

Clearly, everyone in the vicinity was also uncomfortable with the exchange. This was not the time nor the place to be asserting dominance over an omega.

Your blood boiled. You didn’t want to make a scene at Jack’s reception -- though he probably would have loved it -- but you were seriously about to deck this guy.

“Cariña,” a familiar voice washed over you and the effect was immediate. You leaned back into Gabe’s chest, taking a deep breath to slow your heart rate. “Jack was looking for you. He wanted to introduce you to someone.”

The American Alpha puffed his chest out, clearly ready to challenge until he took one look at Gabe.

“Commander Reyes,” he greeted. All of the bravado and pushiness was gone in an instant.

“Hello.” Gabe was stiff, clearly trying to hold his tongue. His arms snaked around your waist and he leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“Would you hate me if we left right now?”

“Absolutely not,” you spun in his embrace so you could look up at him. His expression was stoic as always, but you could see the tension and the anger in his eyes.

You didn’t even look back as Gabe walked you to the table to collect your things. It was a little rude to leave without saying goodbye to anyone, and you weren’t sure if Jack had actually wanted to introduce you to someone, but Gabe looked ready to tear someone’s head off.

He stopped caring about decency the moment the car door closed.

There wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver considering how enormous your mate was in the tiny sedan backseat, but he pinned you to the leather seats and kissed you like his life depended on it. You wound your fingers into his curls, gasping as his hands slid under your skirt and up your thighs. The driver coughed, and you giggled at the slow whir of the partition motor giving the two of you some privacy.

“I can’t believe he touched you,” Gabe snarled.

You shivered both at the possessive edge in his voice and the disgusting memory of the other Alpha’s hand on your arm.

“Make me forget about him,” you whispered, hooking your leg around his hips.

He rose to the challenge. Super soldier strength shredded your lace underwear, dress hiked up around your hips. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee, trailing up your thigh at a torturously slow pace. He had barely sucked a mark into the skin when the car stopped. A glance out the tinted window showed that you were back at the hotel.

“Thank you!” you called to the driver in your terrible russian accent as you yanked your dress back down and teetered on your heels on the pavement. Gabe half carried you with an arm around your waist as you breezed through the lobby to the elevator.

The elevator was another brief attempt to continue. You managed to get Gabe’s jacket and shirt open before the door slid open and you were staggering down the hall.

He dragged you into the bedroom, pinning you to the bed on your stomach so he could yank down the zipper on your dress. He couldn’t keep his lips away from your neck. The moment your matebite was uncovered he dragged his teeth over the mark. A shiver ran all the way down your spine.

“You’re never covering this up again,” he growled, rutting against your hips clumsily. “I want everyone to see that you belong to me.”

The words made your stomach flip. You wriggled your way around onto your back, pushing your dress over your hips and to the floor. “You’re going to hit your rut early.”

He didn’t seem fazed. “I’ll just fuck you until we have to leave for the flight.”

You figured Ana, Jack, and Reinhardt wouldn’t appreciate Gabe in the throes of his rut on the flight back to base tomorrow, but they had probably experienced it before. You could only imagine how bad he was back during the crisis. The thought only made you wetter.

He must have sense the spike in arousal, because he settled more of his weight on top of you. “What are you thinking about?” he demanded.

“You. During the crisis. Alpha Commander Gabriel Reyes.” You trailed a finger down his chest. “Were your ruts worse than they are now?”

He smirked. “They’ve gotten worse again since meeting you.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, mustering the last of your coordination to get Gabe undressed. He made sure you were laid out comfortably on the bed -- grabbing a few pillows to place under your hips and head -- before sinking all the way inside you to the swell of his knot.

Gabe always fit inside you so well. The perfect stretch. And he filled you so deep when he knotted you. You knew that his ruts could get intense, and you would probably be exhausted and sore by the end of it. Still, you had been mated for a few years now, so you had figured out how to manage.

“You feel so good.” You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the situation.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to knot you so good.” He rocked forward, teasing you with the stretch.

“Please,” you begged, nails scratching at the shaved hair at the back of his head.

He shuddered and set an impossible pace as he began to fuck you. Sometimes you forgot that you weren’t just mated to an Alpha, but to a super soldier. No one else could fuck you like he did.

“You want my knot? Want me to breed you full? Want me to remind you who you belong to?” His words were low against you skin as he kissed along your neck. One of his hands was rubbing your clit, the other holding your thighs open so he could reach deep inside you with every thrust.

“Yours,” you gasped. “I’m yours.”

His teeth found the unmarked skin of your neck, just above your collarbone -- opposite the side of where your matebite was. The skin was practically electrified, especially when Gabe was fucking you like this. He didn’t bite down, but the sensation alone was enough to have you coming on his cock.

“Fuck,” he growled. “That was so good for me, baby. You’re so perfect.”

“Do it,” you begged. “Bite me. Please.” It was a little unorthodox. Normally couples only exchanged one bite. A bite on both sides was usually the sign of a triad or a pack. But you had just been touched by another alpha and Gabe was fucking you so good and you wanted him in every way possible.

He blinked, trying to think through the haze of his rut. “You want that?” He didn’t even wait for you to respond. The thought alone had him spilling inside of you, and he pulled you onto his knot. His teeth found that same patch of sensitive, unmarked skin, and he bit down just as he locked inside of you.

Nothing felt better than coming to the sensation of being claimed. It was the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced.

“Fuck you’re perfect. My perfect little omega. You wear my marks so well. Everyone is going to know exactly who you belong too.”

You couldn’t respond. Too busy marking Gabe’s chest with hickeys and lovebites. He was too massive for you to reach his neck, but you would make do. You were still coming down off the intense rush of endorphins, and everything was a little fuzzy and felt just a little too good too much too fast. You had come twice in less than the span of a minute, and Gabe was only just getting started.

He soothed the aching bite, holding you close as you were locked together. His knot probably wouldn’t go down for a while, but he was less riled up than before now that he had satisfied himself somewhat.

“I love you,” he kissed the top of your head, rolling so you could lay on his chest.

“I-” You cut yourself off, blushed, and buried your face in his pecs. You would happily die there.

“Yes?” He was curious now. You weren’t usually shy with him.

“I’ve been working on something. It’s super embarrassing.” You didn’t look up.

He lifted your head, forcing you to meet his eyes. “What’s embarrassing? I just dragged you out of a dinner party at the Kremlin so I could fuck you. I think I’m the more embarrassing of the two fo us.”

You laughed and kissed his chest right above his heart. Mustering all of your courage, you found your voice:

“Te amo. Me encanta pertenecer a ti. Tú eres mi mayor alegría.”

Your accent was decent, but you had no clue if your grammar was correct. The words were unfamiliar and clumsy, even though you had practiced them a hundred times. Spanish was not a language you were familiar with, but you knew that Gabe had grown up hearing it. You wanted to try and learn for him.

He understood immediately what you were tying to say, and you could feel the rumble of his laughter beneath you.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you whined, smacking him lightly on the side.

“I’m sorry,” he grabbed your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. “It was very sweet. I love you too.”

“I need a lot more practice,” you pouted.

He petted your hair, staring at you with a dopey, lovestruck expression. “I can’t believe you let me bite you again.”

You shrugged, feeling the pull and ache of the new mark in the motion. “We can let one of them fade.”

He smirked. “What if I like you like this?”

You bared your own teeth. “Can I return the favor?”

You weren’t expecting to rile him up, but the words were enough to make his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You good to go again?”

You nodded, pushing up to a seat so you could ride him. He grabbed your hips, holding tightly as you slowly rocked against him. You knew the pace was probably no where near what he needed, but you wanted to take your time.

He didn’t give you the opportunity, rolling to pin you beneath him again and dragging your hips up to his. “You wanna bite me? You better earn it.”

#gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes/reader #reaper/reader #reaper x reader #reaper #smut #lemons #kinktober 2021 #ow fanfic #Overwatch #overwatch fanfic #a/b/o #alpha/beta/omega au

[wri0thesley]

Well shit. The pet talk has me thinking about turning into a neko because of a curse gone wrong... would you like to write headcanons for the jjk men reacting to their crush befalling that fate? Who'd try to reverse it, who'd want to keep them that way? Who would use the chance to get closer or even turn it into pet play?

ahh to be a neko and be owned by a handsome jjk man.....

warnings: not sfw, afab reader implied, cat/neko hybrid reader, petplay mentions, master/pet dynamics!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo probably immediately figures out how to reverse it - but the thing is, right away, he doesn’t much want to. You just look so cute with the neko ears resting on your hair, your hands curled like paws, your tail curling around you so cutely. The light purr in the way you speak, the way your eyes keep contracting as you get distracted by a loose thread on his clothes or the light reflecting off his sunglasses. 

He’s going to take a lot of pictures of you; partly to make fun of you with later, partly because he just can’t help it. You’re adorable! As part-cat now, too, you’ve gotten a lot less good at hiding your affection. Gojo is suddenly being subjected to you batting your head against him, rubbing your face against his to mark him as yours - and he’s not complaining about it at all. 

He will very much use this as an opportunity for petplay. He’s got a bit of a power complex about being the strongest; you being a cute little pet at his knees, all helpless and mewling, is something he didn’t realise he’d want so badly. And you’re so sensitive, when he touches your ears or your tail. He kind of wants to get you a collar, to leave you like this forever - but he’s not going to, because at the heart of it, he’s a good man who wants the best for you.

It won’t stop him bringing this up all of the time afterwards, showing you the pictures, and buying you a cute tail and ear set to wear for him when the two of you are spending some alone time together, though. 

“Aww, kitty - that’s right, smile for the camera - say ‘nya~’!”

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is more concerned than anything else. His first instinct is to protect you, and his second instinct is to be frustrated with himself for not protecting you thoroughly enough. He takes you back to his place before Gojo or anyone can see you, knowing that most of them won’t let you live this down and preparing to organise things himself. When it turns out Shoko can’t have a look at you until the next day, citing the fact that you’re not in any real danger, Nanami resigns himself to having to spend the night with you in this state. 

He tries to make you a bed in the spare bedroom but you crawl onto his bed anyway, nesting at the foot of it, curling yourself in covers. When he doesn’t pay attention to you, you sigh, rubbing your head against his leg, as if to say ‘well, go ahead, pet me’ - unfortunately, if you want Nanami to do that, you have to open your mouth and ask. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you.

When you finally do ask him with your words, he presses his lips thinly together but he also knows cats - you’re not going to let him rest until he does it. He finds himself soothed by petting your ears, the soft rumble of your throat, the way that his touch seems to make you relax. He hadn’t realised just how comfortable you must be with him. 

Nanami will not do anything to you in this state, even if you try and initiate it - when he gets to take you to bed for the first time, he hopes there will be no cursed nonsense present - just you, and him, and the beating of your hearts. But at least this little experience has given him some courage to push forward with his crush.  

“You really want me to stroke you? Well . . . I suppose I could . . . is this alright?”

- ♡ -

♡ Geto does not want to like the sight of you with your eyes big and wide and cute cat ears on your head and a tail extending from your backside as cute as he does. You’ve always been one of his favourite curse users, and perhaps he’s been nursing a crush on you for longer than he’d like to admit - but this just feels rude. You’re so cute with your head tipped to the side, sticking very close to him, fair brightening up when his hand so much as brushes your arm. 

He does want to fix you, of course - he doesn’t want anything to dull your sharp knife-edges, the cleverness thrumming beneath your skin. He thinks of the people he surrounds himself as family, and you as - as more than that. But he indulges in it for a little too long. Liking to watch your tail swish as you walk, your ears twitch - liking the noise you make when he runs his palm over your face. 

Geto, too, will indulge in a little petplay. How can he not, when you were so obedient and good for him even before this unfortunate occurrence? He soothes you with pets and kisses as you sink onto his cock, calling you his good kitten, asking you to purr for him and groaning when your slightly sharper than usual teeth nip at his neck and you mewl so prettily at the touch of his hands on your spine. 

Out of anyone, Getou is the most likely to tie a ribbon around your new tail and get you a cute collar with a bow and a bell on it. When you’re sat on his lap with his cock inside you, he murmurs softly not to let the bell jingle, be a good pet and stay exactly where he puts you - and for Geto, you’re a very well-behaved pussy-cat, and you do exactly what he asks you.

“Mm, that’s right - good kitten. You feel so right there. You’re such a pretty thing, so well-behaved--”

- ♡ -

♡ Toji should want to do something about this. He hates the idea of all of this cursed energy clinging to you - but he also knows there isn’t much he can do, and he isn’t willing to lower himself to ask for help from anyone who can do anything about it. So, welcome to your new life - you’re Toji’s cute little kitten now. He likes his kitten to lie on his lap, to nest in his bed, to eat off a bowl on the floor and wear their pretty collar--

He likes his kitty to be well-behaved, but honestly, Toji’s treatment whether you are well-behaved or not is much the same. He likes that you’ll sit and listen to him like everything he says is the most important thing in the world - likes that, now you’re his good little housecat, he is the centre of your universe. He’s rough with you no matter what, but you grow to absolutely love that sensation - love digging your claws into his back when he fucks you, love it when he groans ‘good kitty’ into your ear, love it when he stretches out beside you and lets you nuzzle into his chest, purring at him. 

He secretly likes it when you act up a little bit; if you spill your milk or if you purposely ignore him. He loves having an opportunity to tame the brattiness out of his kitten - to tug on your tail a little meanly, to remind you of who exactly you belong to.

“Aww, kittycat-- you’re really pushin’ my buttons today, huh? C’mere - lemme remind you who your owner is--”

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna . . . if you’ve ended up like this and you’re Sukuna’s object of affection, we can only assume that Sukuna himself is the one to have engineered it. No other curse would dare to touch his property, after all - and if you are Sukuna’s, you are his property. You being a cute little kitty now doesn’t change the fact at all; if anything, it reinforces in Sukuna’s mind that you’re his pet. He owns you. You ought to be on your knees, your head bowed, practically quivering if he deigns to pet you or lavish you in affection--

You will be staying this way.

You’ll be learning exactly how a good pet behaves; how and when to use your tongue, how to respond to your Master’s petting of your ears, how to learn to roll over and present yourself when your Master wants to take you. Heaven help you if you go into heat, kitten - Sukuna’s deeply amused by your whimpering, by the way you keep nuzzling against his thighs and telling him that it hurts, please fill me up, pleasepleaseplease.

If you’ve been very good, he’ll reward you by filling you up fuller than you even realised you could be. If you’ve been very bad, you’ll be sobbing and clawing into his sheets and begging to be touched with your own need streaming down your thighs. Either way, in the end, you’ll be mewling into Sukuna’s kimono with tears on your face from the stretch, secure in the knowledge that you’re owned. 

“A good kitten walks on all fours, hmm? A good kitten obeys their Master. A good kitten knows to do it immediately when I tell them to open their mouth--”

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito wants to find out everything he can about this interesting new development. Chances are, if he has a crush on you, you already know it - subtlety is honestly not one of the curse’s strong points. Chances are, too, if he has a crush on you and you’re still around, you’re okay with is - but this is probably going to push it over the edge. His hands are all over you, petting and tugging on your ears and your tail, probably trying to see how they attach to your skin and laughing when you flinch or blush or a certain rub of his thumb across your tailbone makes a purr thrum in your throat.

He’s telling you how cute you are through it all, laughing - he’s talking earnestly about the way humans keep pets, how he’s always wondered about it, and now he’s had one dropped into his lap, and isn’t that just fortuitous? At first, he wants you to be as much of a pet as you can - on your hands and knees, purring, mewling, the whole nine yards! But once he’s exhausted that option (Mahito’s moods tend to be whimsical and over in a flash before he’s moved onto the next one), he wants to explore your new additions and how doing certain things to you makes them feel. Expect to be fucked from behind by Mahito pulling your tail - expect him, too, to be very interested in the concept of cats going into heat! You’re an endlessly fascinating new toy, until you’re not quite as fascinating--

And then Mahito is shifting his soul to have his own cat ears and tail, to be mess around with you some more and see if your reactions are any different when he’s made himself your cat-boyfriend! Eventually, he’ll get bored of you being part cat and he’ll figure out how to get you back to your normal self on his own, but by then the damage has probably already been done and some part of you is just conditioned - to purr when your head is scratched, to docilely sit at Mahito’s feet and paw at the front of his trousers.

“You’re so cute! Humans like to play with their pets, right? Let’s play, then! Purr for me, koneko-chan~”

-  ♡ -

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #nanami x reader #nanami smut #geto x reader #geto smut #toji x reader #toji smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #mahito x reader #mahito smut #jjk writing #jjk headcanons #Anonymous #jjk posting

[iambilliejeanok]

🌼Baby boyfriend🌼

🍄Fluff Monday 🍄

Purely fluff🌈

Pairings: Kakashi x reader

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Hearing the door shut, you looked up from the couch to see your boyfriend step in the house, his clothes all dirty and his face wearing a weary expression as he slowly slid his mask off, slumping back against the wall in exhaustion. As quick as could be, you stood in front of him your arms wrapping around his slender torso to embrace him in a long and warm hug. Lazily, his arm came around you, pulling you closer with all the strength he had, pressing a small and quick kiss to your cheek. Looking up at him, you wore the cutest pout on your face, “You wanna come and nap with me? I’m sure you’ll feel better once you wake up. And we could catch up on other stuff later in the night”, you spoke while casually stripping him, taking off his flak jacket followed by his hitai-ate and mask, dropping them in a pile next to his shoes. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on you at the small nod he made to your suggestion. “Poor baby, come”, you said, taking his larger hand in your smaller one and leading him straight to the bathroom. With his eyes closed he leaned against the counter, breathing in the soft mango scent of the melatonin bubble bath. While the tub was still running, you turned on a few candles the two of found together and instantly fell in love with, placing one on each corner, already excited for the evening. Cuddles were always amazing with the hubby. Closing the tap, you looked over to him, giggling when you noticed his droopy eyes staring right at the perfect view of your ass. “Oi sleepy head”, you giggled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his neck, his own arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, running his hand up and down your back while you both made eye contact. “You’re too tired”, you teased, planting a soft kiss on his lips for the first time this evening. His lips immediately hungered for yours, his hand coming to rest at the back of your head and keep you in place as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before you started pushing against his chest to get him to stop. You weren’t expecting the kiss to grow so intense, panting as you both got lost in each other’s eyes once again. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up baby”, you breathed, licking your plump lips as your hands set to work. Small kisses fell all over his body while you slowly undressed him, savoring this peaceful moment between the two of you. No work, no teenagers, no stinky puppies. Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence.

Kakashi shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths at the soft and warm kisses you planted across his naked body, little tingles shooting along his spine every time the rough skin of your hands met the skin on his body. Finally coming back up, you had to a take a deep breath at the sight of his naked body. Sure you’ve seen him butt naked more times than you could count, but there was just something so special about seeing him like this. No mask, all his feelings on display, his dick hard, completely vulnerable, to no one else but you. You felt chosen. “The water is ready”, you whispered in his ear, his eyes slowly fluttering open from the kiss you placed on his lips. “Hmmm. Let’s go”, he said walking over and settling in, reaching out for you to join him. “Baby, I already had a bath”, you pouted, absolutely hating the decision you made to bathe earlier on, but also glad that you could use this opportunity to spoil him. “But I want you in here with me! I wanna cuddle”, he whined in his deep voice, the begging tugging at your heart. “Here baby, just relax and I’ll take care of you”, you said, reaching for the loofah and a bar of raw butter soap, lathering up the loofah before gently rubbing down Kakashi’s chest, scrubbing away the dirt from the day. Working the loofah all over his body, a deep sigh he let out distracted you, and you smiled when you looked up to see his eyes shut. You were really happy he was just relaxing in this moment.

After going over his body once again with a sponge and some raw sugar scrub, you slowly started kissing his face again, waking him up from the delicious trans you put him under. “Babyyyy…”, you whispered. “Wakey wakey”. “Mmmm”, he moaned, slowly opening his eyes to your soft kisses. “Lets get you in bed love”, you spoke, making sure you weren’t too loud to pull him out of his relaxed mood. It really took a lot for Kakashi to relax and you would kill yourself if you ruined it right now. “Nooo”, he whined, the out of character whining making you giggle a little. “Baby, you can’t stay in here, you’re getting all pruny”. “Please baby…just stay with me for a little longer”, he fussed. “I’m not going anywhere goofy. I just need to get you out of this tub”, you laughed. “Oh”, was all he said, huffing in disapproval for having to move his body. Helping him stand up, you wrapped him in a fresh towel, leaving him to wipe himself down while you went to fetch some clean slippers for him. When you came back you found him still standing on the exact same position you left him in, a little glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kakashi you’re still wet?”, you spoke, placing the slippers down so he could step into them. “I thought you were going to wipe me down?”, he asked, his face wearing the normal casual look he always had, expect this time you could see him pout a little. “Kashi you couldn’t just do it yourself?”, you asked in disbelief. “No. I couldn’t”, was all he said, unwrapping himself to hand you the towel. “Omg what a fucking baby”, you mused, taking the towel from his hand so you could start patting him dry, paying extra attention to his private area and toes. “Your baby”, he randomly grumbled, while you tossed it in the laundry basket and handed him a robe.

Finally laying in bed Kakashi was dressed in nothing but a pair of puppy printed boxers, while you had on a sweater and a pair of grey undies. You couldn’t believe the whining you heard from the bathroom as you finished cleaning up, coming out to see Kakashi just laying there on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out like he was dying. “Y/n! Hurryyyyy”, he called, not realizing you stood right in the bathroom doorway. You know you could be a big baby but he was superior at this. “Princessssss!”, he called again “Come quic-“, he called before you cut him off. “I’m right here love”, you laughed, watching him turn his head in the slightest to see you standing there. “Oh okay”, he softly said, “Come to me”. Walking over to him you began talking, “Kashi just rest a little and I’ll be right over to cuddle okay”, “But you know I can’t fall asleep if it’s not in your arms”, he said, pulling you closer to him, man even if he was tired he was still strong. “What nonsense is that Kashi, you always sleep just fine without me ho-”, you started to say but he simply hushed you with a single finger on your lips, a short moment before you both burst out in laughter. Kakashi pulling you into him and rolling on top of you so you were trapped, his face nuzzling your bosom and hand holding yours as he began to relax a little more. You sighed in defeat, running your fingers in his hair which you knew would take him out. Hearing him mumble stopped your hand in his hair, making him whine out in frustration. “Kashi I can’t hear you if your face is buried in my chest. “Okay fine, please take off your sweater. It’s too much for me”, he complained, tugging on it like he had not a single bitty bit of strength to even fathom the fact that you wore this skin barrier. Rolling your eyes you did as he asked, “of course baby, there you go”, you said, your upper body now completely bare. Slowly he started nipping and sucking on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair and before long, you could hear him softly breathing, his kisses having stopped a long time ago, but those left you a little sleepy too. Yawning, you looked down at him nuzzled between your breasts, smiling at how cute he was tonight. He was your boyfriend and you’d spoil him with as much attention and affection as possible.

#naruto imagines #soft kakashi #kakashi naruto #kakashi fluff #kakashi x reader #naruto fluff

[mercy-burning]

Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink,  Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

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The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

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Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

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[poppy-metal]

so uh,,,,this ended up being alot softer then i was expecting LMAO.

Bully!eren x reader

Cw: not alot, some smut at the end. Tame for me but i was in my FEELINGS okay.

Word count: 2.3k

The familiar sleek black of erens benz pulls up to the side of your house as you walk home from a late night trip to the grocery store, pints of ben & jerrys ice cream in the bags, as well as several other snack items one might munch on to cram for an exam, which is what you planned on doing. 

You side step more onto the sidewalk when he pulls up beside you, still driving just slow enough to match your pace. He rolls down the window, jerking his head, “Just the girl i wanted to see,” he drawls hooking his arm out his window to lean out a little, he grins, “its fate” 

You scrunch your nose up and scoff “Stalking is another word for it, jaeger”. You look him over suspiciously, “you wanted to see me?” 

He rolls his eyes. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, pushed up his forehead. Loitering in front of your house like this, you’re aware of how different the worlds you live in are. Everything about eren is expensive, from his car to his sunglasses to his clothes, even the way he smells, the cologne he wears, all tells how important he is. Meanwhile here you are in your oversized hoodie and leggings, hands full of stuff you’d bought from the convenience store, prepared to spend your night busting your ass to even stay in the college you had to claw your way to get into, wherein he had gotten in without even trying. You’re not self conscious, at least not usually. You’d never yearned to be apart of erens world too terribly, and it was eren who always sought you out, not the other way around, when there was plenty of rich girls right up his alley and status that would be glad to be with him and yet here he was at 11pm at night. You try to push down the way your heart flutters at that fact.

“Uh huh. Get in the car, bambi, m’taking you somewhere” his teeth are a flash of white against the night, promising trouble, as always. Your grip on your bags tightens, as does your heart in your chest. You glance away, “i have to study” 

“Study?”

Your brows pinch together and you hold up your bags “Not that you’d care, jaeger, but some of us have to actually study to achieve our goals. I can't entertain you tonight, im busy” 

Eren doesn’t look put out in the slightest, glancing down at your bags with casual disinterest“You dont need to study”. And then he looks up at you and meets your eyes, your breath catching, they look closer to the shade of seaglass today. “You’re smarter than anyone i know, ___, and i know alot of people. Whatever you want to pass? You’re already there. Just come with me, please”  

Your eyes widen and your heart spasms in your chest, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. He has moments like this, where he usually teases you and gets under your skin but sometimes he says something that makes everything in you jolt. Its not fair. Its confusing and it messes with your head, makes it fuzzy, weakens you and makes you do things you’d never do with a clear mind.  

You wish you could fight it, wish you could roll your eyes and tell him no and do what you need to do. But you don’t. Huffing you say, “Ugh, fine. Just let me put this stuff up, my ice creams probably already a puddle by now” you turn and rush up to your house, ears burning when you hear him call out, “Thatta girl!” 

You try not to put everything away to hastily, thinking he ought to squirm just a little, but even you can’t deny the eager buzzing under your skin. When you clamber into the passenger seat of his car eren turns to grin at you as he flicks his sunglasses back over his eyes. “Knew you’d see reason, bambi”. You roll your eyes at the nickname, crossing your arms over your chest as you side eye him warily, “where are you taking me jaeger, is this a kidnapping?” 

“Not a kidnapping when you want it, sweetheart”, eren says, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he backs up his car to make a uturn. You dont know if the flustered leap in your chest is from the petname or the way his forearm looks flexing, the cords in his neck prominent as he looks behind him for any oncoming cars. “Just trust me, yeah? You’ll like it” 

You sink in the seat, trying to get away from the warm heat of his arm so close to you, but hes taking it away soon enough, only to draw your attention again to the way his hands look steering the wheel. His hands….You turn to look out the window, opting for silence, because you feel like you’re about to lose your mind. This car is just so..him and its overwhelming your senses. It smells good, it smells like him, his cologne wafting all around you. The sleek interior of his car is crisp, clean, sharp, and just so richboy it feels surreal. You haven’t been in his car before. 

Eren seems okay with the silence though, tapping his finger idly against the wheel as soft music plays from the radio. Its strangely peaceful, actually. Before you know it, the whirring of houses and neighborhoods and highway turns into palm trees and sand. You sit up straighter, coming out of your daze when you realize eren is pulling his car into the sandy bank by a large body of water. The beach. You haven’t had a chance to go here. 

The water looks like black at this time of night, there are no waves, just sparkling dark abyss that stretches out for ages and ages, glittering under the moonlight. There are no other cars parked close to you so its just you, eren, and the sea. 

You spend quite awhile gawking at the ocean before you come to your senses and turn to face eren. He has his elbow propped on the wheel, chewing idly on his thumb as he peers at you from over his sunglasses. A small smile is playing at his lips as he watches you. 

You gape, “What…” 

“You’re cute when you’re excited, you know” his voice is low, dropped in that way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You ignore the way your heart skips at his words, probing him, “Why did you bring me here, ren?” 

He turns to face forward, flipping the radio off so theres no background noise between the two of you. Taking his sunglasses off the folds them and puts them on the dash, sighing as he watches the ocean from out the windshield, gnawing on his lips. Tap, tap, tap, his fingers on the wheel go as you wait for him to speak. “Last week,” he starts, glancing at you, “When we had to do those presentations in class about places we feel at home..you talked about the library” 

He laughs under his breath like its some kind of endearing joke, shaking his head a little. You dont speak. “The library is where i first saw you, you know? I mean, before all this, before i..talked to you, i noticed you before you ever noticed me.” A small secret smile plays on his lips, “You were reading ‘percy jackson and the lightning thief’, and you haid your hair in pigtails. Your glasses were way to big your face. My first thought was ‘wow she looks like an owl’, but then i saw you laugh at something on the page and my second thought was ‘i want to know her’. We were in middle school.” 

Green eyes connect with yours, “You still go there, i know. But anyway..this is. My place, i guess”. He purses his lips “i figure since i'm always intruding on your little sanctuary , i’d let you see mine” 

You take everything he just said in. He’d known about you, noticed you, since middle school? You hadn’t acknowledged him until sophomore year of highschool, hadn’t spoken to him since senior year, when this tug and pull had first begun between you two. You remembered that day, your mother wouldn't buy you the series so you’d relied on constantly re-reading the books at the library. It was around that time you began to see that place as something special, too. Tucked away from the world, you could lose yourself in another's story. It was like magic. And to realize eren had been there the whole time, had glimpsed that, realized that the library was your special place, that he’d even payed attention to your presentation in class at all in the first place...that he was here, showing you something of himself in return, even though you’d never asked. You’d wondered of course. 

Eren was an enigma, he was on most days, the bane of your existence. He had made your life a living hell on many occasions, but with that, he also made you feel more alive than ever before. He’d dragged you out of your bubble and challenged you to see the world beyond school and books and fiction, he raised your emotions and forced you to experience everything head on. Anger, confusion, happiness, anxiety, thrill, lust and…

You look at him. The way the moonlight curls into the car like a kind of mist, making his eyes look absolutely beautiful. The soft wave to his brown hair, his eyelashes, everything about him made you ache with desire. All the time, even when you swore you hated him, you wanted him. 

“Kiss me”. Its whispered out so low, for a moment you worry he might not hear it. Its the first time you’ve asked for him, reached for him first without his taunting to guide a confession from you. With this request, filling the air between you, you’re making it known that you want him, want this. It doesn’t change anything and yet it somehow changes everything. You can’t look in the mirror and tell yourself he doesn’t occupy your mind and your heart anymore. Not after this. 

Eren seems to realize this too, his intake of breath letting you know he heard you loud and clear. “__..” he says, inching closer. His eyes, dark now, are so very hungry as he closes in. In a moment his lips, soft, so soft, are on yours. You sigh into his kiss, opening for him easily when his tongue glides into your mouth. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, tenderly, thumb stroking it. God, you want to eat him, you want him to eat you. The wet smack of your lips fills the car as you hungrily nip, and suck, and kiss at each others lips. 

When eren pulls back, he’s panting, hair disheveled. You don’t remember when your hands first sunk into his hair, but they must have, messed up as it is now. He looks at you like he wants to devour you, he licks his lips. “I’m gonna put your seat back,” he tells you slowly, each word dripping with finality, “im going to kiss every inch of your body and then you’re opening those legs for me and letting me inside, baby” 

You don’t have it in you to act scandalised, you know what you want. You’d basically asked for it. You just nod, never taking your eyes off his face when he reaches down and pulls the lever. And then you feel yourself being tilted backwards as the seat goes back, laying you flat. Your chest heaves with barely contained need as eren then settles above you, every clothed inch of him hovering just barely above you. 

Holding your eyes, eren lowers himself. You spread your legs easily to accommodate him, gasping when you feel his clothed cock settle right against your clit through your leggings. He rocks once, gently, against you, his hair hanging over his forehead as he looks down at you with utter want in his eyes, “Want you to feel me”, he murmurs, and rocks again, “Wanna fill you up so good, you can’t ever pretend that im not apart of you. Because, this, baby?” Another rock, a shuddered moan leaving your lips, “This is it. No ones gonna fuck you like i do, no ones gonna get inside that little head and play the games we play so well together.” 

One of his hands trails up your thigh, dipping his hand under the fabric of your leggings and pulling them slightly down, he pecks your lips, once, twice, three times. “Tell me”, he groans into your mouth, peeling your clothes off you slowly, “Tell me you understand, Tell me this is everything” 

And you tell him. Tell him through your whimpers when he parts the folds of your slick cunt with his fingers buried inside you. Tell him through your moans into his mouth when he shoves his jeans down and splits you open on his cock. Tell him through sighs of his name, when he rocks into you, licking into your mouth as he spears you open. Tell him through the way you claw your fingers down his back when starts to fuck you hard, rocking the car with the force of his thrusts. Tell him through the way you spread your legs, even wider, toes curling as he wrings orgasm after orgasm out of your tight little pussy milking him. 

“Its everything, you’re everything…” You cry out again and again, clutching onto him as he pumps you full of his cum, groaning brokenly into your neck. 

“Fuck”. He pulls back to look down at you, brushing your damp hair back from your face, still inside you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, you little nerd” 

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[minteyeddevil]

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Asmodeus x GN!MC

Smut/NSFT

(Sex in front of a mirror, confidence issues)

You give a deep sigh, turning yourself around as you gaze at the mirror before you. Your mind was reeling at the thought if your boyfriend would actually enjoy this ‘costume’ of yours. The bodice was form fitting, a pair of long ears atop your head, and at the back end of the suit was a plush white ball, representing the tail of a bunny. Down your legs were fish-net stockings, while black heels graced your feet.

You hated to admit it, but you felt slightly ridiculous in the costume as you stood there staring at yourself in your reflection.

You had received this costume as a gift from you friend and occasional mentor, Solomon. He knew your boyfriend’s taste incredibly well, considering he also had a pact with the famed sorcerer. And he understood that you were having issue with said boyfriend, since you accidentally let it slip to him how you had been feeling.

Visiting him, as well Simeon and Luke, at Purgetory Hall for a day of tea and sweets, you were talking about how Asmodeus had been involved in several new fashion events for Majolish, where he always looked down right amazing. It made you feel...less than, to be honest.

“I have zero confidence in my body,” you seemed to mumble, though more to yourself, “and Asmo is so amazing and glamorous. Perfect for any demon, and I’m just...a gross human. Even other demons say things like that and would prefer to have him be with someone other than me.”

“I know for a fact that Asmo would fight those demons head on for saying such things about you,” Solomon replied immediately, putting his cup down and placing a hand on his chin while he listened. “Asmodeus is crazy about you, MC. You don’t need to down yourself whatsoever when it comes to him.”

He stood and walked over to the couch you were sitting on, and sat next to you, placing a hand on yours with a smile on his lips. “I’m sure, if you allow me, I can help you a bit with this confidence issue, and get Asmo’s full attention on you if that will help you feel better.”

But, this was not the idea you had in mind at all.

A bunny costume, similar to the one he wore when doing that event that Mammon got them all dragged into. Only...risque.

You huffed, pressing your hands to you face, causing the ears to slump forward a bit more over your forehead.

“This just looks ridiculous,” you mumbled into your hands, too distracted by your own thoughts to hear the door to your bedroom open and close.

A pair of slender arms wrapped around your waist suddenly, making you gasp at and try to turn to see who was holding you; but his voice reached your ears and he refused to let you go.

“I think it looks rather sexy on you, my love,” he practically purred in your ear, making you visibly shutter. “Did you put this on for me?”

When you mutely nodded, too enraptured by watching his hands trace over the bodice around your chest, he simply giggled and mutter by your ear, “You shouldn’t have.”

His fingers hooked along the cups over your chest, and pulled them down slightly, allowing your nipples to peak out over the top of the fabric. His rose gold eyes never left you as he pinched and rolled them between his fore and middle finger.

“Such a shame,” he sighed dramatically, nipping at your ear once more. “You look so lovely in this, yet I plan on ripping it off of you.”

Watching him work you in the mirror made little pants escape your throat; but part of you wished to hide your flushed face, so you covered it with your hands, almost on instinct.

Immediately he pulled your hands away, tutting you for trying to hide.

“None of that,” he scolded, his hands returning to your sides, “I want you to watch me love you, MC.”

His hands slid down your sides and around to your front, one hand moving the fabric covering your sex, while the other came forward to cup and rub you. The sensation made your knees almost buckle, pressing your bottom back against his pelvis. He grinned at your reflection before taking a hand away to place two fingers into his mouth and lather them with his saliva, before returning them back to find your entrance. He dipped one finger in, pumping it slowly, watching the pleasure building openly on your face. His rose gold eyes locked once more in the mirror with your own.

“Would you like more?”

You visibly swallowed, your mouth having gone incredibly dry, as you nodded to him.

His hands left you for a moment, as he undid the front of his pants, the belt and zipper sounding much louder in your ears as you wiggled your bottom against him eagerly. You felt a warmth between her legs as he pressed against you, and your face flushed further when you saw his tip pressed between your thighs in your shared reflection.

His hands went to tease at your chest once more, as he rolled his hips against you, practically fucking your thighs at this point. His tip brushed your entrance with each thrust, and you groaned loudly, leaning forward so your hands were braced against the mirror. He took advantage of your new angle, pressing his tip into your entrance, painfully slowly.

You shifted your legs to allow him more room to press in, and your mouth slacked open when you felt completely filled with his cock. A deep groan came from him, and you looked up to see his eyes searing into your reflection.

“I love you so much, MC,” he rasped, and he began thrusting into you hard immediately, making you gasp with each one. You saw your own face in the mirror, flushed cheeks and hooded eyes staring back at you. You watched your own body bounce with each of his thrusts, and it was strange how it seemed to excite you more, seeing yourself like this because of him.

He sped up his pace, fingers digger into your hips as he pulled you flush against him. One arm came around your chest, pulling you up, making your back bow against his chest. You could see yourself fully in the mirror, as Asmodeus’ rose gold eyes looked at your face in the reflection.

“You are my master,” he breathed, gripping you tightly, “I worship everything about you, my love. Your body is gorgeous, perfection, amazing, everything and all in between. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

His voice was airy against your ear, as you felt your lower belly burn and limbs tighten against him, your head falling back against his shoulder as his name left your throat. You felt him swell within you, and he held you flush against him, filling you to the brim. You could feel his thumping heartbeat against your back, as he kept you close and moved you towards the bed, where you both collapsed down together.

He had pulled from you reluctantly, but kept his arms around you, hugging you close to him. You let out a few panting breaths, before setting into a bit of giggles.

“What do you find so funny, MC?”

“I still think this outfit is ridiculous. But I am glad you enjoyed me in it,” you replied, turning in his arms to face him.

“I love you in everything, and in nothing, MC,” he retorted with a smirk, and you buried your face in his chest to hide your blushing face.

“For the record, this was Solomon’s idea.”

He gave a mix between a sigh and a laugh.  “I kind of assumed so.”

At this, you pulled away a bit, looking up towards his face. “Did he tell you?”

“Not exactly,” he admitted. “But he did kind of get on me for not showing you more attention and helping you feel loved and adored as you should be. So I assumed something was up.”

You gave an annoyed huff, vowing to make that sorcerer pay for sharing what you had told him in confidence; but Asmodeus cupped your cheek, bringing youe attention back to him.

“Don’t worry about him, MC. Despite him getting on my case, I appreciate his push. I understand why you didn’t share these feelings with me; but please, always come to me with things that bother you in the future, okay? You are the love of my life, and I want to make sure you and everyone else knows it!”

You felt your heart flutter as he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own.

You agreed within yourself, that you would promise this demon to share everything with him from now on.

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[parkkrys]

Day Four: Candy

A short one this time haha. Hope you all like and all grammar mistakes are my own :)

Again, can be found on AO3

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Derek knew how much Stiles loved candy, hard candies, gummies, chocolate. Stiles goes feral over it.

Derek on the other hand wasn’t a fan of most candies. He liked chocolate, he won’t lie he didn’t mind milk chocolate and he did like some dark chocolates but overall, he liked to stay away from candy. Stiles nearly had a heart attack when he found out. Derek was amused by his reaction and just shrugged it off.

But Stiles only saw it as a challenge.

So Derek was now fated to trying all the candies Stiles gave him. He hated it, but he put up with it because Stiles pouting was in some ways adorable, his wolf hated upsetting their mate. And Derek didn’t like it much either.

So when he knew valentines day was coming up, he was nervous. It was common to give candies and flowers to your loved ones, do something romantic and make it a night to remember. Derek thought every night he got to spend with Stiles was a night to remember.

The way Stiles looked when he slept peacefully beside him when Derek woke up in the mornings, to see him caring for the pack, to being a sarcastic little shit that he is. Derek cherished all of the moments, even the fights and the bad times because they grew from those moments and moved forward together even stronger.

So, why spend a day giving gifts?

He had some idea now that Stiles and he had been together for years, engaged now after all the years and Derek was the luckiest man on the planet.

But Stiles loved to do something big on valentines, it was just him. Last year it was a trip to a mini cottage with rose petals and candles, the year before it was a fancy dinner that Stiles spent hours on. Derek loved it, no matter what, it was from Stiles of course he loved it.

So for him to walk into the apartment and see the variety of candies laying out on the table in a way that is meant to look like a flower bouquet, Derek only sighed.

“You’re home! Happy Valentines day,” Stiles beamed as he immediately threw himself at Derek. He knew this was coming and just easily caught him and held him tight.

“Happy Valentines day baby, what’s all this?”

“I know you don’t really like candy, and I am not going to make you try any more,” Derek only sighed in relief at that and Stiles only laughed lightly as he took a step back and towards the table, “I only got the ones that I know you liked.”

“Oh really?” Derek asked as he took a closer look at the candy, and Stiles was right. All of the candies that lay there innocently were, in fact, ones he enjoyed and it made him smile as he grabbed Stiles’ hand.

“Thank you,” He whispered before he pulled him into a kiss and Stiles only grinned.

“Still have a surprise for later tonight.”

“Oh really? And am I going to hate it or like it?” Derek hummed as he nipped at Stiles' jaw and his mate only tilted his head so there was more skin for Derek to nibble at.

“I think you will really like it this time. It’s a stay at home gift.”

Derek smiled, “I think I already am starting to like the surprise.”

“You will,” Stiles whispered as he winked at him before peaking him on the lips again before fully pulling away. “Now, let’s eat some candy and just relax for a bit before we do dinner.”

Derek smiled as he watched Stiles walk to the kitchen. Stiles had calmed down a little, matured so quickly even now and Derek would never take advantage of his mate. He refused to, he was going to spoil the fuck out of him. Tomorrow though Derek decided, tonight, he will let Stiles take charge. Tomorrow is all his.

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