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slasherfckr · 8 months
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Imagine Brahms with a really short/petite partner
😍 Omg Yesss
Being so short and petite makes it SOO much easier for Brahms to just come out of nowhere and pick you right up when you haven't been giving him enough attention throughout the day. *I know people usually HC Brahms as an extremely horny man (I mean, I do too ngl) but I also KNOW this man is as needy for emotional affection as he is for physical intimate affection.*
He'll carry you right to his room just to lay you down and cuddle right up you. He doesn't mean being the big spoon as it means he can have his hands all over you. He'll also use being taller/bigger than you to his advantage and just kinda lay slightly on you so you can't escape his cuddles easily.
He's either resting his head right above yours or has his face right behind your head so you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He'll also whisper random sweet, little words for affection to you into your ear. He knows just how much you love this and uses this to his advantage
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imperihoe-writes · 4 days
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Hi, I’ve been following you for a while. I love your work!!! Feel free to ignore this, I’m asking for myself and my needs😭😭😭 So if you’re taking requests… I’m a petite woman with small curves (I have BOOBS, but they’re like close to a B cup, butt is small too 😭), I still struggle to gain weight and, I admit, I am a bit underweight. Nothing unhealthy though.
So my ask is how would Simon Riley be with a petite reader on day to day basis? Especially when reader is feeling insecure. THANK YOU❤️
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x petite!Reader
Notes: Hi lovely, thank you so much for following me and all your sweet words! I loved writing this for you, our petite queens don‘t get as much love as y‘all deserve! Hopefully this will make you smile a little, I just imagine him so cheesy sometimes. 🫶🏼 (and don‘t let him bully you with those jokes! 😾) - A
 🤍 Simon has been pestered about his preferences in partners an ungodly amount of times (mostly, scratch that, always by Johnny. Only bastard that would dare to annoy him about stupid shit like this). And his answer has always been the same: don‘t have a preference. I just know when I see them. He doesn’t mind some extra fat, doesn’t mind a non-existent butt either. To Simon, you become the most beautiful person in the world once he‘s in love - once you allow him the time to trust you, to open up to you. Who cares about curves or no curves, when that person holds your entire fucking heart in the palm of their hand and doesn‘t squeeze? 
🤍 That being said, Simon also loves to throw you around if you‘re petite. Simply picks you up if you‘re sitting in his favorite spot on the sofa and deposits you either in his lap or right next to him like you weigh nothing. Ends light-hearted arguments by hefting you over his shoulder and walking around the house (maybe even smacking your cute tiny butt), because he knows it‘ll make you shriek and laugh. 
🤍 Sorry, but he‘ll lovingly refer to you as fun-sized, wether you‘re tall or short. This man can‘t believe that your clothing size even exists. Simon almost had a heart attack when you picked him up from the gym one time, wearing one of his old army shirts as a dress. Not only was it a major turn on to see you in his old gear… but also mind-boggling how a dainty creature like you can transform his clothes into something feminine. The soft curve of your boobs filling out his shirt and warping the bold black letters on the front has got him GRASPING for his last shreds of sanity. 
🤍 "Yer kinda like a bag o‘ crisps, luv." He chuckles as he undresses you layer by layer after an especially cold winter day. "Always surprised how small ye are underneath all this packaging." 
"So only a half full bag?" You pout back, and he kisses you deeply in answer, then shakes his head with a smile. 
"Nah. Difference is, ’m never disappointed. And once I start I jus' can‘ get enough."
🤍 It‘s up to you, but if you allow him, Simon will carry all the heavy stuff for you. He doesn‘t think you‘re fragile per se, but your petite frame just triggers an extra protective streak in him. Always keeps an eye on you when you insist on doing things yourself, even if they are super strenuous - he just doesn’t understand why he can‘t do it for you, his little princess. Big golden retriever energy, especially if you kiss or hug him as a thank you.
🤍 When you are having a bad day because of your self image, Simon is quick to assure you that he thinks you‘re wonderful - just the way you are. Will tell you to delete Instagram or Pinterest and stop comparing yourself to the more curvy girls. They have their place in the world, and so do you. He will make sure to compliment you on your outfit choice the next day, or undress you that night and smooth his big rough hands all over your body. He‘ll point out his favorite parts, brush his thumbs over your hipbones and ribs silently. Leave marks all over your chest and stomach and the inside of your thighs, so you can look into the mirror and see the proof of his adoration.
🤍 Will most likely give you a nickname that correlates to your petite size - like bunny, twig, or doll. 
🤍 If you are underweight or struggling to gain weight, Simon will try and help you put together a workout plan or encourage you to try out a new diet! He‘d be a little worried not gonna lie, but if you are otherwise healthy, he won‘t put any pressure on you whatsoever. Little baby steps, to try and figure out if there is a way to cheat your high metabolism a bit. One day, you watch Mean Girls with him, and Simon drily comments that y‘all could try out the Regina George method. Eating high calorie snack bars sounds like fun.
🤍 He would never comment on your weight unless you bring it up yourself, and this goes for petite and chubby partners alike! 
🤍 In the same vein as throwing you around, Simon will also use your petite frame to give you super fun experiences. Can‘t see at a concert? No problem, you can sit on his shoulders while screaming along to your favorite lyrics (and pining after the lead singer). Going to a friendly match of basketball with the lads and their girlfriends? Simon can boost you up Lebron James style - much to the dismay of Johnny, who calls that cheating. 
🤍 Curls around you in his sleep, and tucks his arm over your belly, and his hand between your boobs. Breathes in the smell of your hair, can‘t get enough of the feeling of your body as the little spoon. And don‘t you dare try to crawl out of bed too early in the morning, because one massive bear paw that he calls his hand will wrap around your ankle or wrist and drag your entire body back to him in one careless motion. You can try and wiggle out of his grasp, but it‘s kind of like getting hit by a feather to him - so don‘t bother.
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My general COD writing masterlist with all my longer stories, a COD headcanons masterlist including this one + the COD Halloween Monster Special. It‘s all linked separately in my pinned blog post for easy navigation as well!
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Sevika x Petite! FemReader (Headcanons)
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Warnings: Pretty NSFW near the end, size difference kink(?)
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 💕 She’s obviously, unquestionably a top. Sevika would even further embrace her assertive side when it comes to you. She enjoys being the more dominant person in a relationship, of course. 
💕 This would result in her carrying you around as she pleases. And in many ways, too: fire-fighter (over the shoulder), bridal, on her shoulders, front-facing/straddled, and more. 
💕 Your small size also causes her to be a little... protective. If you’re in a serious, committed relationship, she’ll probably object to you exploring The Fissures, especially by yourself. 
💕 While it’ll take a while before your relationship reaches this level of intimacy, she’ll constantly showers you with affection. Cuddles, head-pats, kisses (short and sweet or long and intense), hugs, hand-holding, and more are all staples of acts that you recieve daily from her. 
💕 In further detail, Sevika will constantly exhibit these forms of physical affection, especially when you’re in a safe space (i. e. your home, her home, a home belonging to both of you). 
💕 You’ll be trying to work and she’ll just scoop you up to litter kisses all over your face. Even if it interferes with what you’re working on, she’ll persevere. In fact, she’ll be even more invested in doing so if you begin to pout about it.
 NSFW from here! 
💗 While Sevika likes to act as if she’s tough-as-nails, she’s secretly a big softie; you being the perpetrator of really bringing out that side of her. In steamier situations, she’s especially gentle and caring by default due to your petite frame. But if you’d prefer, she can be very rough. 
💗 One of her favorite non-explicit aspects of smexy times with you is holding you-- holding you down, holding you in place, holding you in her arms-- I could go on. She’ll grip onto the sides of your torso, tour hips, you thighs, your ankles, or your upper back as you arch yourself into the mattress or toss your head back in ecstasy. 
💗 Another thing she loves to do to you in order to display her strength is to toss you into bed. She’s always gentle, but it’s certainly a thrill. 
💗 She finds it so arousing when your little body is being conquered by her. It’s enough for her to complete nearly from that alone. 
     Thanks for reading 👍 Have a wonderful day !!
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theinariakuma · 2 years
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Office Playtime
Ran Haitani x Petite!Fem!Reader
Tw: Mild Dark Content, overstimulation, name calling, size difference, daddy kink, dumbification, slight mind break, breeding, spitting, pet names, corrupt (fake) cop!Ran, Police Receptionist!Reader
Her breathing was heavy, her chest against the desk as Ran had one of her legs in his grasp. It was several months into playing a role as one of the transfer detectives to help Bonten.
Since "joining" the police force he couldn't keep his hands off the front desk girl. She was just so fun to play with.
"Y-you're too big..." Her mind too hazy to think straight as she felt his cock trying to bully it's way into her cunt..it didn't matter how often he fucked her, every time was like the first time.
"Then I guess we'll just have to break you in each time we do this, Princess." Ran couldn't help but grin as his cock pressed harder against her, feeling as he slowly sank into her cunt. Her grip around him was tight, but he knew she was overwhelmed already by the way her nails clawed at the wood of his desk.
"T-too much! I can't, I can't..." She couldn't take anymore, only half of his cock buried inside her, her cunt was a dripping, quivering mess. She wasn't sure if she'd break or cum first. Maybe both at the same time.
Ran instead roughly snapped his hips to hers, his hand covering her mouth before he did so. His cock roughly bottoming her out, pushing against her cervix--even pushing her belly out some, feeling her body trembling as instead of crying out like he thought she would, tears just slipped down her face as she came. He couldn't help but admire as she broke under him, a trembling, near convulsing mess.
When her body stopped trembling, he tilted her chin towards him, seeing her glazed over eyes, her jaw slackened.
"Did I make your brain break, baby? Did my cock just make you go stupid?" He couldn't help but mock her. She looked so pretty when she was broken and cock drunk.
He had no intention of stopping even as she came… he just wanted to watch her break again and again.
Each roll of his hips had her make some of the lewdest whines he'd ever heard. Cum leaking from around his cock, the way her eyes were crossed from the overwhelming pleasure.
"My little fuck doll can't even talk. Can she?" Ran mocked, he'd come deep inside her, her core filled to the brim with his see. "That's okay, means no complaining when I'm fucking a baby into your needy cunt.
"D-Daddy..." Was the only word she could make out. Every time his cock pushed against her cervix, her mind went blank. Every orgasm stole her thoughts.
"Shhh, no trying to talk." His fingers drew her chin down as he leaned over her, when her mouth was open, he just couldn't help but spit into her mouth, forcing her chin up to close her mouth so she made sure to swallow.
"My obedient you. My perfect, dumb cockslut." He crooned as he gave her the final load of the afternoon.
He loved seeing how limp she went over his desk.
Who knows, with any luck he might have actually fucked a baby into his pretty doll.
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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year
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ℬ𝒾ℊ ℛℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒫ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽: 𝒩ℴ ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ
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Last Updated: 02/11/2024
Summary: Nat doesn’t have time for anything except hookups; she’s running her own law firm, constantly fundraising for her new charity, and also has to occasionally sleep. She barely has time to hang out with her best friend Bucky, but she’s known him so long, she’ll always make time for him. Sure, sometimes that means she just meets him at his precinct for a quick chat, but it’s better than nothing. That’s where she sees you though; sweet, thoughtful, adorable, and feisty as shit you. And suddenly it seems like she has all the time in the world. Which is good, because trying to convince you she is in fact head over heels for you is a challenge she wasn’t prepared for.
Series Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, f/f relationship, idiots in love, age gap (reader is early twenties, Nat is early thirties), size difference (reader is very short, Nat is upwards of 5’10”), so much fluff and softness
Full Fics:
Until I Lose My Breath
The First Gift
Your Sweet Kiss
She’s Many Places
The Planets and the Fates and all the Stars Aligned
Drabbles, HCs, and Other Randomness:
I want you to answer me honestly 😢 (Nat’s blue birthday)
Just keep breathing 😢 (Nat’s blue birthday)
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onlymingyus · 1 year
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Usually I try to keep my "readers" aka y/n as inclusive as possible when I'm writing fics but I am curious if you all would like me to start writing a bit more details as far as height/size for readers?
I do not feel comfortable writing for skin tone so I will always keep that inclusive as possible. I will also always try to write gn fics as well as mixing it up with a "f reader" and even "m reader" where I feel comfortable.
I just enjoy giving you all stuff to read that you can really sit down and enjoy and relate to. So please let me know if height/size of the reader would make this something you'd enjoy more. It would not be an every drabble/fic thing but I could for sure work in some works with it.
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nicktremblaywayfu · 2 years
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Arthur Harrow with GN! Shorter reader : Headcanons list
When I said significantly, it’s around 150 - 155 cm. (Petite people come get yo treat). Based from Ethan’s height, Arthur is 179 cm (can be taller if you have headcanon of him being taller than that)
Your shoulder would be his favorite arm rest. His arm would wrap around your neck and keep you next to him.
Expect a lot of head kisses, as he would often peck your head. He loves the smell of your favorite shampoo !
Your height is perfect to bury your face to his thick pecs. You would feel like you’re leaning on a bunch of soft pillows. It would make you a little hard to breathe, but it’s worth it. He would gently stroke the back of your head while you cling to him.
Bridal style carry ! He loves how strong he is, and to make it better you are small enough to be carried easily.
When nobody’s around, he would offer you a piggyback ride. You’d take this chance to cling to him for minutes, almost an hour even. You’d refuse to get down as it’s already too comfy on his back. However, you don’t want to break his ol’ backbone so you’ll get down anyway.
He would massage your shoulder randomly when you’re walking around with him. The grip sometimes would be too hard as he’s squishing you, something you can call “cute aggression” or anything similar with it.
A regular hug would be a bit difficult, so it’s either he hunches to you a bit or he hugs you and carries you at the same time, making your legs raise from the ground.
He’s really fond of being your big spoon ! He would cuddle your body and snuggle you like sleeping with a big teddy bear. His face would be buried in your neck or your back.
When you’re in danger, he would strip his calm imagery and become an aggressive defender for you. But he’d be surprised if you can protect yourself or you’re the one protecting him.
A stool would be provided in his house, in case you can’t reach a higher place to pick something. But you prefer to ask him to pick it up instead.
Are you a hoodie stealer? well lucky you, he loves seeing you in his-definitely-oversized-outfits. Remember the beige long cardigan in episode 2 ? That thing is big enough to be your personal blanket.
Oh imagine how well you fit on his lap. With his arms wrapped around and you leaned on his chest.
Whenever you see him taking a nap, you’d lay on his body. Your body size fits well on top of his big soft body.
If you have long hair, he would randomly braid it. If you have short hair, he would mischiefly mess it up, then tidy it up again. This is a side that he only shares to you only.
He also would pick some flowers and put them on your hair. Again, this side of mischief is something only you can know. But he would also romantically put a flower on your ear.
Chin up looking at his eyes, as he would put his hand under your chin and make direct eye contact with you. Then giving you a kiss on your lips afterwards.
He would also give you a lot of cheek kisses, especially before sleep and after you wake up.
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bethsvrse · 7 days
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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sof1shticated · 6 months
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in a different timezone [cl16 smau]
pairing: charles leclerc x non-famous!fem!reader idea: in which charles takes inspiration from his friends band to make a special post about you (and the official scuderia ferrari account being huge charles x you shippers) ... (y/s/n) = your ship name photos from pinterest
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Liked by youraccount, damianodavid, and 893,029 others charles_leclerc Only thing that keeps us apart is a different timezone… missing my bella right about now view all 4,509 comments
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youraccount I keep talking to the wall 'til he's a friend of mine, I call you every hour just to tell you that I'm losing my mind a.k.a missing my man hours 
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scuderiaferrari we’re missing @charles_leclerc's other half this weekend :(
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charles_leclerc @scuderiaferrari that makes two of us -> youraccount @charles_leclerc that makes three of us  -> lilymhe @youraccount that makes four of us youraccount forza ferrari !! <3 fan5 she’s so iconic she gets her own official ferrari account post -> fan6 it’s because charles always does way better when she’s around fan7 not going to lie… don’t care about who this is -> fan8 it's because you hate love, get over yourself fan9 people think charles is ferrari's golden child, when really it's (y/n)
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charles_leclerc Home 💛 
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youraccount so glad to have you back my love -> charlesleclerc @youraccount so glad to be back ma petite chou -> youraccount @charles_leclerc your little cabbage 🥬💚 youraccount these all happened in reverse order btwdanielricciardo did Charles just call (y/n) a little cabbage and did she just like it??? -> pierregasly @/danielricciardo it’s romantic you will never understand because you’re not french -> danielricciardo @pierregasly but neither is he??? -> charles_leclerc @danielricciardo thank you daniel 🇲🇨  Fan9 he’s not even in Monaco he’s with her SHE’S his home !!!!! Fan10 If they break up I will never believe in love again f1 we’re not crying you are 
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youraccount back where I belong 🏎️ 💨 🏁 
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charles_leclerc world’s best cheerleader  ->youraccount @charles_leclerc next time i'm bringing a huge sign !!! -> charles_leclerc @youraccount i'm a little nervous actually -> carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc i'm a lot nervous for you mate landonorris you just had to come back, huh?? -> youraccount you thought you saw the last of me??? This is my house !!!! fan11 finally the content I signed up for ((y/n) and charles being together) scuderiaferrari back 👏 where 👏 she 👏 belongs 👏 👏 👏  Fan12 the official ferrari account being a (y/s/n) stan will never not be iconicfrancisca.cgomes finally the professional ‘keeper of Charles’s company’ returns <3 -> youraccount @francisca.cgomes I live to serve 🫡 🫡  mercedesamgf1 @youraccount come hang out with the cool kids if you’ve got time -> scuderiaferrari @mercedesamgf1 stay away 🔪 🔪 🔪 
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alwaysmoncheri · 1 month
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summary: you’re starting to feel a little insecure among the other women in the bau, but spencer notices and silences your worries
cw: female!reader, kissing, fluff, cheesy writing, like one sexual innuendo from derek ( what’s new ? ), mutual pinning, insecurities, anxiety, comparisons of looks to others, 925, spencer reid x reader
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you sit at your desk in the bustling bau office, surrounded by the brilliant minds and gorgeous faces that make up the team. as you sift through case files and organize data, you can't help but feel a subtle twinge of insecurity. the women in the bau are a formidable force – confident, competent, and effortlessly balancing the demands of the job with their own personal charm.
emily prentiss exudes authority, her presence commanding respect. jj effortlessly juggles motherhood and her role in the unit, displaying a poise you can't help but admire. penelope garcia's vibrant personality seems to light up the room, and you wonder if your more reserved nature fits into this dynamic team.
amidst the collective intelligence and strength, you find yourself questioning your place. your eyes wander to the mirror on your desk, and for a moment, you scrutinize your reflection. the nagging thought that you don't quite measure up to the elegance and confidence of your female colleagues lingers in the back of your mind.
as the day progresses, you try to focus on the tasks at hand, pushing aside the self-doubt that threatens to overshadow your abilities. spencer reid, the brilliant and socially awkward genius, that you love, is engrossed in his work on the other side of your adject desks. you've always admired his intellect, the way his mind operates on a different plane, and you’ve shamelessly loved him ever since you’d first met. 
the team engages in discussions, exchanging ideas and theories. spencer, as usual, offers his insights with a level of eloquence that captivates everyone in the room. yet, in the midst of the professional banter, you can't shake the feeling that you fall short in comparison. you not only feel as though your mind can’t contribute the same thoughts and helpful comments as the rest of the team but you feel a tinge of insecurity toward your appearance. the way you look is far from beauty standards, you try to put on make-up but it never turns out to look like emily, jj, or penelope’s. 
in a rare moment of respite, you find yourself alone near the coffee machine where you pull out your compact and check your reflection in the mirror. the longer you look at yourself, the more flaws you seem to find, and the more you think about the group’s discussions, the more judgment you feel toward yourself. 
spencer notices you from the doorway and he frowns before proceeding any closer. when you finally notice him grabbing himself a fresh cup of coffee, you snap your compact closed as if you’ve been caught. spencer glances at you, his expression kind but perceptive. "everything okay?" he asks, his tone gentle.
you hesitate for a moment, then decide to be honest. "I don't know, spencer. I can't help but feel a bit out of place sometimes. I mean, look at the other women in the bau. they're all so... confident and put together. I don't know if I fit in."
spencer furrows his brow, considering your words carefully. "you know, I used to feel the same way when I first joined the bau. I was the youngest, and everyone seemed so sure of themselves. but confidence isn't always about how put together someone is. it's about knowing your worth and embracing your differences."
his words resonate with you, and for a moment, the weight on your shoulders seems to lift. "but look at them," you gesture towards your female colleagues and spencer follows your gaze, "they are all so... stunning. I can't help but feel like I don't quite measure up." you admit sheepishly and spencer immediately understands your insecurity. 
spencer's eyes soften, and he offers a small, understanding smile. "beauty is subjective, and everyone has their own unique qualities. it's not just about appearances; it's about the way you carry yourself, your intelligence, your kindness. you have your own charm, and you're more than enough just the way you are." spencer explains, hesitantly touching your shoulder and softly rubbing up and down. his reassurance is like a soothing balm, calming the storm of self-doubt that rages within you. the way he sees beyond the surface, acknowledging your strengths, makes you feel valued in a way you hadn't anticipated.
“thank you, spence.” you whisper, turning to face him with a hint of a smile. 
"you're an incredible person," spencer states, his voice sincere as he nods his head at your thanks. "and I'm grateful to have you as a colleague and a friend."
you can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth in your chest. spencer's acknowledgment goes beyond professional; it speaks of the genuine connection between the two of you. a connection that often brought constant teasing from other members of the bau team. you know you aren’t really just friends, but you enjoy spencer’s statement nonetheless.  
“let’s go loverbirds, you’ve been on break for long enough,” derek calls from just outside the doorway, “plenty of time to do whatever you were doing.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of us. 
spencer’s face turns beat red while you roll your eyes with a smile tugging at your lips. you then lean up to give spencer a quick kiss on his jaw and whisper another quick thank you. you turn on your heel and walk out the door, turning one last time to see spencer’s mouth slightly agape and cheeks even rosier than before. you smile to yourself, now knowing that you have no reason to be insecure, and spencer helped you realize that. 
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scrambledslut · 1 year
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pov: you’re obsessed with your boyfriend
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( part 2 )
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tenjikyu · 5 months
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why is the eren jeager tag full of smut it’s legit so damn BORING 😭 i’m going on looking for quality content and dick/pussy is SHOVED INTO MY FACE. ffs do you not want to just hold the poor dude? idk man. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SHITTY MODERN AU ISTG
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sameschmidtdiffname · 3 months
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I wanna sincerely ask the Future Man fandom how they think Josh has never touched a woman. The man has canonically fucked Jesus Christ. His body count is at minimum in the hundreds by the end of the show. Yet when I log on here and click on a fic, what do I see? Never touched a woman. With that fashion sense for lingerie? I want reasons. That man is a whore.
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biggestsimponhere · 5 months
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STAND WITH PALESTINE. STAND AGAINST GENOCIDE. USE YOUR PLATFORM. YOU HAVE A VOICE THAT PALESTINIANS DO NOT. IT TAKES NOTHING TO SIGN A PETITION. PLEASE HELP PALESTINE. HOPE IS HOW TO HELP. BELIEVE THEY WILL BE FREE AND WORK TO HELP FREE THEM. ELEVATE PALESTINE. SIGN PETITIONS. CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES. TWEET. POST. REPOST. DO YOUR PART TO HELP THE INNOCENT LIVES BEING STOLEN AWAY. HELP CALL FOR A CEASE FIRE NOW.
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wackapedia · 2 months
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The Farm Opens At Six
Pierre Chavanges x reader (Swann Arlaud in Petit Paysan!🐄) Coming home from Paris to your little town, you encounter your childhood friend and discover something that's always been there before. Word count: 3,216 (whoa?!) Warnings: Canon-typical violence, spoilers for the movie
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The blue lights of the bowling complex make you feel even more dizzy after a couple of drinks. The Cow Prince Pierre Chavanges all of a sudden invited the boys (and yourself, by extension) to hang out, just like you guys used to hang out in high school. The oddest thing about this was that it was Pierre himself who initiated it.
Several rounds of bowling and even more rounds of drinks later, Pierre and JD have a heated argument in front of the alley. You're not sure who's angry about what, but Pierre walks out of the bowling complex after rolling his final ball.
He's been out of himself lately; the former gentle-hearted man has turned into the most anxiety-loaded, stressed-out dairy farmer in all of France. You follow his quick strides and knock on the passenger window as he pulls his truck out of the parking lot
"Hey, can I get a ride?"
"Ask Fabrice." He frowns before changing gears, keeping his eyes straight.
"No, he's drunk." You get in the passenger seat, not waiting for an answer. 
"Your house is far out of my way." He sighs.
"That's fine; I can walk from your house." You try to get comfortable on the seat. Vincent doesn't answer. The truck is now on the road, driving steadily back to his family farm.
"Or I can stay over-" You begin, but he cuts you off.
"No."
A good distance from town, you continue to observe Pierre. He has dark bags under his eyes and a crease on his forehead. He's had a stick up his ass since this week, and he hasn't told you or anyone anything. He's driving flat out through the dark road, and you're worried he's going too fast, especially because he had a couple of drinks.
"I know there's something going on, Pierre. You can tell me. I can help." You ask with a gentle tone this time.
"No." He shuts you down.
"Is it me? Are you mad at me?" You attempt to make him spit out the truth. Pierre chuckles. "Did Paris turn you into a narcissist?" He asks. It stung, but you ignored it to get to the bottom of his sour mood. "Well, is it the farm?" 
You just don't give up. Pierre grunts because he's annoyed that you're snooping into his business. He wishes you'd go back to your big city and forget about him like you did when you left after high school. He angrily scratches at the back of his neck, not noticing the skin there is bleeding. He snaps out of his trance when you yell out his name. He feels your hand grab the cold skin of his arm, pulling his hand away from his neck. Pierre immediately steps on the brake, and the car halts a few paces from his house.
He looks at you and sees the fear in your eyes. He immediately feels sorry for putting you through all that. Pierre tries to run his hand through his hair, but your hand stops him from moving.
"Don't scratch it; it's bleeding!" You hold his arm tighter, afraid he might hurt himself again. "Is it your health? Is that what's bothering you? Are you sick?" You ask, fearing for his answer.
"I'm alright. Please let me go." He sighs and gently pries your hand off his arm. He's no longer angry. All that's left now is sadness and distress. He avoids your gaze, knowing you're about to cry about him.
You slowly let go of him. You're scared for your special friend. He was always the quiet one in school, standing on the sidelines and joining in on the laughter when something was funny. He was that lanky kid who knew a lot but never really overachieved anything. He was the forgettable type. All the other batchmates from school don't remember him well, but you do. You came back to your little town to see how the youngest Chavanges kid is faring, and you've heard from the baker's daughter that Pierre is doing okay.
He still doesn't say anything, and now you feel like you've crossed the line. You sling your bag on your shoulder before moving to open the car door. The lights on the porch of his house illuminate the truck's interior when you notice something. You look to your feet, and then to Pierre's, and then you laugh.
"What's wrong with you?" Pierre sounds exhausted. You kick your feet up on the dashboard to show him what's funny.
You were still wearing the bowling shoes, and so was Pierre. He regarded you as if you had the worst case of insanity possible before giving up and chuckling to himself as well.
You're sure you weren't laughing about the shoes anymore, but something was funny because Pierre was laughing too, and oh, his laugh. Was it the porch light, or did the world suddenly seem a bit brighter? Pierre looks at you and pulls out a cocktail umbrella from your ponytail. You both laugh again, and it feels like you were both fifteen all over again.
A few minutes pass as you wind down, still chuckling and giggling. He leans his head on the steering wheel, and he keeps his eyes on you. Both your faces were flushed with the drinks, the laughter, and maybe something else. 
At least he's smiling now, you note to yourself.
"Will you please tell me what's bothering you, Pierre?" You gently ask, slowly moving your hand to his.
Pierre's smile fades. He's reminded of the dead cow stored in the milking shed. The sadness in his eyes returns, and you don't miss the shift in his mood. The crease on his forehead comes back, but in his eyes, there's only confusion. The same look he used to have back in high school when the lessons became too difficult. He exits the truck, his movements rushed but careful. He then enters the house, leaving the door open. An invitation.
This was progress, you tell yourself. You get out of the truck and land on the rented bowling shoes, not entirely missing your Dior sandals. As you enter the house, you are filled with a sense of nostalgia for your younger days when you would visit the Chavanges house during the summers or after school. Pierre comes out, dressed in work overalls and holding two pairs of boots.  
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You stand next to him inside the milking shed after swapping the bowling shoes with the work boots he left for you. He stares at the dead cow, rigor mortis kicking in. On it's head was a gaping hole. You are left to piece these facts together when Pierre begins roping the cow's feet, dragging it out, and tying it to the tractor.
He comes back a while later to clean the shed. This time, he lets you help with scrubbing the floors and disinfecting the railings. He chuckles to himself when you clumsily knock over a bucket.
"Do you remember when we were eight, you said you wanted to be a dairy farmer's wife?" He asks while draining the blood from the floor.
"Um, yes..." You wonder where this conversation is going, ignoring the splashes of blood and soapy water on your Balmain shirt and jeans.
"That's unlikely for you now, is it?" Pierre is smiling. The whole situation is confusing you.
Your favorite dairy farmer finishes up by spraying disinfectant in the shed. You stand outside just as the sun comes up, waiting for him to finish.
"You can't go home looking like that." Pierre comes out of the barn, carrying a calf in his arms.
"Oh, look at that! He's so cute!" You ignore what he said and begin petting the calf as Pierre walks by to the house, still carrying the calf. Weird, but okay.
"What's going on? Why are you bringing him into the bathroom?"
"He needs a shower." Pierre answers plainly, as if it explains anything that has happened in the past 24 hours.
He still hasn't kicked you out of the house, which was a good sign. You observe him gently bathing the calf. Pierre lets you reassure the distressed animal as it attempts to leap out of the tub. The calf seems to favor you when you pet him and let him sit in the tub while Pierre rinses the soap out of its fur.
"So, to answer your question, yes, I am still qualified to be a dairy farmer's wife." You chuckle while running the towel down the calf's body.
"Not in those clothes, missy. You smell like a whole manure pit. No farmer would want you." He smiles teasingly as he takes off his work suit. You spot the wound on his neck. There are also red stains on the back of his shirt where patches of the wounds bleed through. The teasing mood doesn't last.
"Your turn in the tub. Let me put antiseptic on that." You sternly tell him as you point at the wound on the side of his neck. Pierre wanted to protest, but he was exhausted, and the look in your eyes made it seem like you would not take no for an answer.
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You return to the bathroom as soon as Pierre calls you in. He sits inside the tub, his bare back facing you. 
"I think you just want to see me naked." He mumbles, trying to make jokes to distract him from the sting of the antiseptic that you were pouring.
"I'm building up my farmer's wife qualifications." You play along as you pause, letting the pain abate for a bit. After a few seconds, you pour over the last patch on his shoulder. He grunts at the pain.
"Also, Pierre? Don’t flatter yourself. It's not that impressive." You say it jokingly as your gaze points to between his legs. He gets mildly offended and shoots off playful insults. Pierre's face flushes in embarrassment and annoyance, but at least not in pain.
He lets you take a shower and lends you some fresh clothes after he finishes. You catch him on his laptop when you walk out of the room, wrapping a towel around your hair. Biniou, the calf, lays comfortably on the sofa. Pierre doesn't move away when you sit next to him. You were hoping he'd watch football or some TV show, but he's watching a news report. His attention is laser-focused. His hands fiddle with the collar of his shirt, trying to stop himself from making the wounds worse.
"A disease?" You ask, trying to follow through with the report while taking his hand away from his shoulder.
Pierre hits pause and sits up to face you. Your hand remains in his, like its the most natural thing in the world. He begins explaining to you the whole cow disease debacle. His eyes hold your gaze as he passionately explains what he had thought. You tried your best to follow through with what he was explaining because surely you were getting lost in his eyes. 
"Do you understand? I'm trying to save the herd." Pierre finishes. Both your hands are in his much larger ones now. He looks down and takes in your soft hands, contrasting his rough and calloused ones.
"Pierre... I don't think..." You don't think this is salvageable. He thinks so too, but he's got to try. He nods, fully understanding what you mean. 
“B-but what about you? Those... on your back?" You stutter, fearing his answer.
"I'll be okay." He smiles slightly. Somehow, the warmth of his hands bring comfort to you.
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"You skipped breakfast..." You appear in front of Pierre as he works on the pulsator of his milking machine. The usual crease on his forehead is there again. You refer to this as Pierre's work-mode face. He lightens up a little when he looks up and sees the plate of bread, eggs, cheese, and meat you brought for him.
"Oh, you can just put it inside. My hands are still greasy." He shows you his hands.
You shrug and lift a forkful of scrambled eggs to him. He stares at it, feeling hesitant.
"Come on! Do you want me to make train noises? Choo choo!" You laugh. He obliges you with a bite. His face flushes with playfulness and laughter.
"I'm not a child!" He chews his breakfast.
"I know. But someone has to look after the farmer while he's looking after his cows."
Pierre's face flushes, overwhelmed by the feeling of love-
"Oh! Bonjour, Pascale!" Your first impulse interrupts you as you watch a silver Opel pull up. You immediately regret waving at her because Pierre's sister is now eyeing you suspiciously. You? Alone with Pierre at this time of the morning? Wearing clothes that are obviously not yours? 
In your defense, you were worried for Pierre. Although his back was beginning to feel a little better, he needed your help putting cream on his back before bed for the last few nights. You also helped him make healthy meals while his parents were away. He lets you sleep on the couch with Biniou, which was rather comfy. Pierre stacked you with soft pillows and blankets to make sure you're warm and comfortable.
Pascale walks into the tool shed and pulls Pierre away as they have a serious conversation. You return to the house and hang out with Biniou for a bit, waiting for Pierre to come back.  
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After Pascale leaves, Pierre is back in his dour mood. You hoped he'd be chatty today. He had a great sense of humor, and his voice always made you feel at home.
Huh, you never expected to feel at home with Pierre. Over the past couple of days since bowling night, you hadn't returned to your family home. No one cared to look for you, which was good because you were enjoying your time with Pierre, reliving your childhood together.
"Can I come in?" You knock at his bedroom door. Every night, you help him put cream on the healing wounds on his back. Most of the time, they sting, but you make sure to go hard on the teasing just to distract him.
Pierre doesn't seem to be in a teasing mood when he opens the door. His shirtless form sits on the edge of the bed and hands you the cylinder of cream.
He doesn't react when you make contact with his warm skin. You are grateful that it doesn't bother him anymore and the wounds are beginning to scab.
"Pierre? You okay?" You wanted to ask what Pascale had told him. He sighs.
"It's over." He's given up.
You don't know what to say. The farm is his life, and now that he's forced to give up his life's work, you're afraid it might take a toll on him.
"Will you stay with me?" He asks, taking your hand after placing the cylinder on his bedside.
And, of course, you stay.
His bed was a lot cozier than the couch. A lot warmer too, with him next to you. 
He falls asleep first, his head turned in your direction. You see him as a child again—the boy who has never cared about making it big. He was always so perfectly content with his life in the countryside.
"I'm certain that you're going places." Your teacher once told you back in grade school. She was right; you made it in Paris and maybe beyond, but at that moment, you confidently told her you'd rather be a farmer's wife while eyeing Pierre next to you. The entire class laughed. Pierre felt embarrassed. The teacher took it as a joke, but it was what your heart longs for and where your heart belongs. To be with Pierre.
In the morning, Pierre wakes up, mildly startled to see you asleep so close to him. Your head rests on the same pillow as his, and he notices his arm slung around your waist. It feels like the most normal of things. The natural order of your relationship. It has been weeks since he slept this well. Pierre observes your face, which is so gentle and peaceful. He wonders if you're dreaming, and if you are, is he there in your dreams?
Then, as if your minds are one, he sees your eyes shift under your eyelids. Unconsciously (or not), you snuggle closer to Pierre. His heart melts. Then, your eyes open to see his face so close to yours.
A moment passes, and you don't know how long. You lose yourself in his eyes.
"Good morning," he whispers, making sure to keep the peace in the early hours.
You smile. "What time is it?"
"A bit over eight..." He glances at the wristwatch he wears, even when he sleeps.
"Aren't you supposed to check on the cows?" You wonder. He's normally up at six, sometimes before sunrise.
"No." He answers, and his arm tightens around your waist. You presume there was something about the conversation he and Pascale had yesterday. You let Pierre enjoy this calm morning, which you know is a very rare thing for him.
Little did you know that this would become a regular thing.
Gravel crunches outside as cars pull up at ferme Chavenges. Police cars. They have come to put down the whole herd of "infected" cows, leaving Pierre with nothing. 
"Hey, stop, wait!" You try to stop the cops, but even Pascale couldn't do anything. At least they let Pierre milk the cows one last time. He takes you back to the house. Someone knocks a while later and takes the calf too.
You were too distraught to notice the time. The sun had set. You were still on the couch, with Pierre holding you. You felt incredibly sad about the whole situation.
That night, Pierre takes you to his bedroom. Just like last night, he lays you gently on what is now your side of the bed. 
"Maybe you should head back to your folks tomorrow. You're headed back to Paris on Saturday, yes?" He asks, caressing your hair gently.
You nod.
"Okay. Get some sleep." Pierre kisses the top of your head and turns the lights off.
On your last morning at the farm, you wake up before Pierre. It was still a bit dark outside. You hoped it was raining so it could wash the stench away and save Pierre the effort of cleaning up.
Oh, Pierre.
You look down on him, sleeping next to you. His gentle lips are parted as he snores lightly. It makes you chuckle. You can't leave. Not now, not ever.
"Pierre?"
He snores.
"Pierre? I need to tell you something."
"Huh? What?" He says, keeping his eyes closed.
"Can I stay?"
"What?" He opens one eye.
"I think I want to start my internship here."
Pierre opens both eyes now. He is very confused. "Are you sleep-talking?"
"I said I wanted to be a farmer's wife. I'm ready to start training today, if you'll have me."
It takes a moment for Pierre to understand. He chuckles and then pulls you back to bed, snuggled close to him. He brings up the covers and wraps his arms around you.
"The farm opens at six."
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Yandere 404 x Fem! Reader
Monster X Mediator(It is a visual novel game made by HeadLocker, which I downloaded itch.io on my Macbook) (Idk why I cannot find HeadLocker in my account but only in the website version where YouTubers send the link in their description as I can get in and comment there which was weird... Anyway, let's not focus on my problem.)
Since it was released 3 days ago on itch.io, I wanted to write the fanfic just for you and myself.
It's a brand new game, I didn't see tons of ppl post fanfics about this game so I need to post it anyway! :D
This fanfic will be a headcanon then. If you don't know who is 404, I suggest you play the game by yourself and then come back and read my fanfic to avoid spoiler alerts.
I have no idea what 404's real name is. So I would just call him Nick or 404. His account's username is called "NauxAxe_404" in the game. So that's why I want to call him Nick or 404. Since MC wrote Nick(Idk if he is Mc's OC or not but let's say it is) in their stories 404 thought Nick was himself. He has a nickname, "YOUR BIGGEST FAN" a.k.a he is your hugest fan. Ok, if you're ready to read it, let's hop into it! The picture below is what 404 looks like.
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P.S. The picture above is the outside of this hotel where you go in. :D
Once I entered the hotel, the walkie-talkie let out a voice and told me to persuade all 4 monsters to vacant their rooms.
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The mysterious anonymous voice from the walkie-talkie seems to finish their sentence and end the call. I sighed and looked at the surroundings around me.
There were 2 doors on the left side of the wall. As well as the 2 doors on the right side. The front doors in front of me might belong to someone unknown. I shook my head stopped wasting time thinking about it and decided to get closer to the red sign hanging on the door named "Red Room001"
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I chose to enter the room itself before I took a breathing exercise to calm myself down 1st.
"Ok, Y/N. I need you to be chill... 1...2...3... Breath in... and out..." "Great job, me!"
I exhaled my breath twisted over the doorknob and stepped inside the room as the door behind me shut itself automatically and locked. I have a bad feeling about this...
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The room was filled with messiness, it was really filled with red-themed wallpapers and lots of paper stabled or stuck onto all the walls.
Apparently, there's no monster in here. Not even a single one! How peculiar... Did that walkie-talkie voice pranked me?
THAT FRICKING BASTAR- A heavy swing of an object hit behind my head and I felt dizzy and had a sense of headache. My train of thought went kaboom!
I felt my whole body collapsed on the floor lifelessly. My vision became blurred and fainted as it turned into a void.
Is this what being knocked out feels like?
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I woke up and held my head tight as I didn't expect that I was still alive. I thought I would be dead soon but no... Well god saved my life! Thank God!
“Ouch... What happened to me? Where am I?" I mumbled to myself as I winced in pain.
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Suddenly, a booming bassy voice spoke. "Ah... You're finally awake. My only Superstar..." Holy pie! Who the hell is this dude!?
Is he the one who knocked me out!?
When I stood up and looked up at him, shit! He's really a giant like 222cm tall!
Am I in Attack On Titan or something!? What the flip is going on here!?
The giant stared at me with mesmerized and gave me a sense of a creepy look. He chuckled and continued to speak.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for to meet you in person... My Superstar..."
"Your smile... Is so precious... Cute... Your petite size was perfect for me to carry you in my arms... Pfhaaaa... Your voice is so irresistible to ignore... You are very weak yet adorable... I love you... I don't think I can handle it anymore... Pfhaaa... No... I need to have self-control for my only Superstar and become her gentleman... I need to calm down... I know I looked scary to you, but please please please don't hate me or leave me alone... My life will be meaningless without you... It hurts to see you go away... I think you will be shocked that I fell in love with you when I 1st saw your blogs posted in Dumblur... Hahahahahahahahaaha... However... The worst thing that you did to me was... block me... It's so... unfair... How could you do this to me!? I poured all of my effort into showing my love to you and you broke my heart bit by bit..." He sobbed while holding me close and stared at me with his teary eyes.
He was shaking his huge hand and caressed my soft cheeks gently.
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