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hi! i'm not sure if ur taking fic request atm, but if ever u r, can i ask for a fic where f!reader also works for the bau, she is hotch's daughter, and she is dating spencer reid? 🥹 thank uuuuu

hi there ! i’d write it with pleasure, tysm for your request. :) (reminder: english is not my first language so I might be wrong/get lost in naming stuff lmao. it’s also my first fic since quarantine.💀🙏)

“That’s kinda weird”; Three times getting noticed by Hotch + one where he gets confronted.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!f!Reader (playlist)

summary: see request

warnings/type: angst, fluff, mention of a sex life, mention children kidnapping, no mention of Y/n, can be read as gn reader, SFW, not proofread (my bad i’m season 2 and being fed with fanfictions), fear of changing and going forward, reader and Hotch are kinda distant

word count: 1.81k

taglist and asks open.

1. Facial communication

10:07am, Behavioral Analysis Unit, bullpen.

You were sat at your desk, not really far from Spencer, looking up at him from time to time. It’s not as if your relationship was that new but it was still blossoming. However you weren’t over those looks you could give the other, the tiny smile on the corner of your lips when you catch the other’s eyes, mostly when you can't help thinking about last night. Skin against skin, warmth against warmth, and that relaxed feeling when waking up in the morning after those activities. To be honest, it may never fade. Your co-workers would find it cute if they noticed or just laugh at it at first if they catch you at the beginning, but they would stop with time.

It’s been over two months you’re dating, and a year of knowing each other, when you joined the BAU. Somehow, even by being the unit chief's daughter you’ve never got the chance to meet him before, as you were always out or the nose in your studies. Surprising right ? But to your father’s dismay, he would have preferred that it wouldn’t happen. That you would have continued to do your own stuff, become a pianist, instead of deciding to follow the same dangerous path as him AND decide to get in a relationship with one of your co-workers. As if you couldn’t get more involved with them, with a dangerous life that could, will definitely change you. But you were young, stubborn and now in love.

As you looked up at Spencer just to get a brief look at something else than down at your papers, somebody scrap his throat making you look to the side where the sound came from. You locked eyes with your father as he was walking to his office, eyebrows slightly furrowed in your direction. You feel your cheeks heat up and look back down at your work, as if nothing happened. This may be nothing but it was enough to feel embarrassed about, facial communication being important between the two Hotchners. You haven't told him but he is not dumb, it was that protective father scold, the "don't even come next to my daughter" type. Spencer seemed to have noticed that small interaction as he became a bit clumsy with his papers, which made you grin.

2. Longing touches

5:18pm, Kansas City, Kansas.

Here it is, the final moment. The UnSub was finally caught, Albert Schumacher an ex-teacher who couldn't bear the thought of being separated from his beloved job. If he couldn't take care of children, why not making his own kindergarten ?

Because of the sweet month of November, it was already dark at that time, and cold, but not enough to be blinded by the night. The unsub in the car, Spencer was once again to your side, his hand on the small of your back as usual. The case was heavy, but it was finally over. You let out a breath as he was just resting his hand here, stroking his thumb a bit as an attempt to provide you a bit of comfort. Honestly, if he could hold you closer, he would. Even in front of everyone, gluing at your side.

An hour and half later, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. To warm your heart through Kansas' cold, Spencer decided to keep you company. Through the walk he resisted the urge to take your hand in his, wrap an arm around your waist, hold you, hug you, warming you with his body warmth to keep you from shaking and feeling yours as well. He hated when other people touched him but he never got enough of yours. He kept wanting more even more because of the situation with your father who still didn't know about the two of you.

3. Keeping compagny

9:10pm, FBI private jet, Kansas City, Kansas -> Quantico, Virginia.

It was late, the winter night and cold were almost overwhelming, the case was over, a case involving children disappearing. The flight from Kansas City to Quantico may have been a two hours flight, but everyone was tired from all the efforts given in the last few days, few hours of sleep in the agents' system and the possible small jet lag that might hit the next day, the cold hitting their bones.

When you sat in the jet, you sat as a reflex not next to your father but next to Spencer, seeking comfort to him just like most of your nights after work for the last few months. He didn't realize either that he took the seat where your father was about to sit on, as he just sat to your side, closer than if he was sitting next to anyone else. Your father walked, prepared to sit next to you but stopped when he saw Spencer almost glued to your side in a blink. Instead, he sat in the seat in front of him, keeping a visual on the both of you. It's been a while since he has been observing you, your bond. He knew something was happening, not just because he was your father but also because he knew there was something happening, something above co-working, above friendship.

You were doing your best not to show it even when going back together from a case but right now you just didn't really care hiding this. You were both too exhausted to continue on this, maybe it was the irrationality of tiredness talking but anyway. Everyone knew there was something between the two of you, he would have known a way or another. Fuck the way you planned again and again to tell him, you just want to lean into the other and sleep until the end of the flight.

Everyone took a small nap during the flight except Hotch who was keeping himself busy, thinking back about the details of your position, the way you leaned to the other in your sleep. He thought back about the glances you throw to the other, the touches and the more he thought about it, the more he was upset.

Two hours later, you woke up as long as the other as the plane had landed. You give Spencer a small shake to his shoulder to wake him up. At the same time, you saw your father getting up and giving you a quick look that told a lot. He seemed tense at you but you shake that thought off as Spencer woke up, looking at you. Oh, how you couldn't wait to go back to his apartment and just lie in the bed next to other and have rest.

You both get off the plane and see your father outside. Usually, he would wait for you to at least wish you a good night/evening or something of that kind, but this time no. He didn't go right away but when you got off the plane he was just starting to walk away.

"Good night..?" you said to catch his attention.

It visibly worked as he stopped walking. He looked at you with tired eyes but still with distance in his look.

"Good night..." he answered with a small hesitation. He seemed to want to add something so you just let him talk, even if it was a bit tensed. "Do you need a ride home ?" he added as he proposed you usually, but already knowing the answer this time. Not that he never did but this time he was just sure. He never liked the co-driving with Spencer. You had your driver license and you could afford for a car, why relying on your co-worker even if you lived not so far from the other ? He didn't need to make express his discontent to make himself understood this time. He wasn't waiting for an answer.

"No thanks.. Spencer is driving me back home tonight." you answered, it was a bit awkward but you tried to get past that.

+ Confrontation

He nodded and scoffed a bit. "Yeah, of course."

You felt a tinge of guilt at this, something was wrong. You may know why he reacts like this and you don't think to have the mind at this at the moment, and you don't think he has either. "What do you mean ?" you asked, oblivious.

He faced you, looking at you in the eyes. He was silent at first but finally answered. "You know what I mean." There was a hint of venom in his voice. He kept his voice low enough for you and Spencer to hear. Spencer who was just in the back, tired and uncomfortable. This was clearly not how he wanted to get things clear about your relationship and neither do you.

"Then tell me. Tell me what you mean, what's wrong." You replied, looking at him in the eyes. You knew it would hurt but the conversation had to be done, and if he was going that way then his suspicions would be confirmed that way.

"What's wrong is this," he said, referencing to Spencer and you, giving him a look. "Do you have any idea of how unconscious it is ? Dating your co-worker, really ? And without even preventing anyone, you could get more than suspended, did you even think about your lives ?" he added in his boss tone. Yes, he wasn't just your dad but also your chief, but to be honest, you weren't expecting your unit chief talking to you.

All you did was nod once, looking slightly down before raising your eyes to him again and as you were about to answer, throat tight, but he speaks again.

"I'm not finished. What if one of you gets in danger trying to avoid an something to the other ?" He added, his voice was hiding of emotion by his attitude. You catch a glance of Rossi in the back who was about to call for your dad to calm down a bit, to let his role of chief down to let the father speak. He knew that he just wasn't ready for you to grow up as your relationship looked serious and not just a story without tomorrow. He was still getting used to having you around at the BAU, his daughter, what's left of his family alongside Jack.

You said nothing, letting him cool down. The atmosphere wasn't as tensed but more awkward. "And- and he's too for you. Why didn't you choose someone your age ?" he added after a small blank. You knew it was just an excuse, your gap with Spencer wasn't even too big, around five years. You knew it was an excuse not to say "why didn't you choose someone who's not from the FBI ?", questioning your career choices.

A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't know how to end this so here it is. Might do this series though ? I would like that. I want to make a happy ending but I just can't align more words. I don't think anyone would be interested btw but let me know. Perhaps it made me think about the first chapters of that series "Spencer x Prentiss!Reader" if you read it but I can't explain why lmao. It was so weird how I wrote this: I started by 1 then continued with 3 and the bonus then ended with 2 so I'm sorry if it was short lol

#x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner

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sweetening the deal {by the grit of sandpaper}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: Tommy Miller asked you to take his place beside his brother on patrols, and you're determined to not let him down even if you're far too awkward around the older Miller you don't know very well.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: canon typical language, pining, requited unrequited feelings, joel is so soft in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, lots of feelings, joel miller's body needs its own warning, tooth rotting fluff, mostly joel pov, SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER

A/N: dear @copperhalfcent submitted a drabble emoji as part of the final chapter celebration and of course i got carried away, what a bummer, huh? here's this for y'all to enjoy until the final chapter comes out! ♡♡

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A rather loud crack of cartilage startles you, your gun aimed toward the direction Joel approached you and the horses from. He had dismounted to check out the small wisps of smoke with an urgent but quiet request to remain behind.

“Just me ‘n my bad back.”

“Should soak in some hot water when we get back.” You say as you lower the barrel, turning your attention to the tittering horses. You miss the way his eyes darken at the image of you covered in nothing but scented bubbles flashing in his mind. It was the middle of summer, your shirts having given way to tank tops that gave the man more than a glimpse of the swell of your breasts glistening with sweat. His hands twitch at his sides, his own gun secure over his back, pistol nestled in the holster at his hip.

“Afraid that won’t do much at my age.”

“You’re not that much older than me.”

“I’m far older than you, you can’t be more’n forty.”

“Tommy’s got a few on me, but he said you’re not much older than him?”

“I’m fifty-seven, he’s about fifty. Even older with a birthday comin’ up soon. More’n a few years, actually.”

“Oh. Well, I always did go for older guys.” And fuck if his cock didn’t twitch and his stomach didn’t swoop at the implications of your words. You must’ve realized they were uttered aloud as you spin back to face him with a twisted face, heat tinging the tops of your ears and your chest rising with a deep exhale of an apology he didn’t think was necessary.

“Shit. That was wildly inappropriate, Joel. I’m so sorry.” The worry in the lines of your face, the few wrinkles he could see around your eyes made his stomach swoop again. You were so god damn expressive once he got you talking, something relatively new as you both got used to being around each other, reading each other’s moods.

“No need to apologize, we all got our preferences.”

“Still, you-you’re…I’m just gonna shut up now.” He could hear the clack of your teeth as you snap your jaw shut, tense at what he figured you thought was too forward of a conversation with someone who you interacted with only a few times a week. But he frowned, not liking the way you interpreted their easy-going patrols that had begun to develop into something he would call genuine friendship.

“Nah, is okay. Filters are for people who actually say inappropriate stuff. You’re fine, Olive.” He watches the way you begin to lead the horses down an overgrown path, falling into step behind you. Something that paired with the smoldering fire he had found keeping his eyes and ears open to those responsible. “When’s your birthday?”

“I’m a winter baby, which is ironic because I don’t like the cold.” His eyes trace the same line a drop of sweat as it makes its way from your braided hair and down the back of your neck. The increasing heat not seeming to bother you as it did so many others who had the relieve of central air in Jackson.

“Not a fan either, being from Texas we didn’t get much of it.” Joel realizes he hadn’t told anyone of his past other than Ellie in…god knows how long. You were smart though, no doubt picking up on the twang his voice carried, the particulars of it telling of his past just as much as his answers to each new question. But he was willing to share it with you, something about you softening the edges of the walls he had built up around himself. Of wanting to find out what you had in common and what you didn’t.

“Do you…like sweets?”

“Huh?” Even if he were privy to the innerworkings of your mind, the question would still have caught him off guard, doubly so since he wasn’t.

“Uh…sweets? Like cake or tart or even muffins?” Nervous, he realized, you were nervous around him sometimes. But it was so unlike the rest of the town, nervous as in worried about accidentally offending him or saying the wrong thing, not nervous he was going to throttle them. He had done his best to work alongside Tommy, to appease Maria and the council, to show them that he was committed to turning a new leave and abiding by their way of life to ensure he and Ellie had a place to call home. It had been a rough couple of months, but you sure as hell sweetened the deal.

“Wouldn’t say no to ‘em, but never went out of my way to get any for myself.” The question of who he would go out of his way to get them fore glints in your eye, but you purse your lips and refrain from another question. He rather likes betting against himself to see if you would ask the many he sees cross your face. Your brow was twitch just before you did, if you allowed yourself. Your lips would twitch if you didn’t, like you were holding back the words springing up in your mind.

After a rather awkward first couple of patrols, he had realized the set of his face may have come across as uninterested. But you were so sweet, so quiet and he found himself wondering about you beyond the bubble of time you shared while out on patrol. Tommy had barked a laugh when he asked how long you had been here, the glimmer of teasing only a younger sibling was capable of lighting up his face. Longer than him, he had said. Which meant you had to have been a part of it for a while.

Time passes and his birthday is suddenly something Tommy makes a point to stop by the house with a classic yellow cake covered in chocolate frosting.

Figured you for a simple man, so a simple cake seemed the safest bet. Hope the day is good to you, Olive.

The note attached to it was inscribed with beautiful, looping writing. Tommy had remarked that you were the go to baker for cakes, even if the requests were made at the mess hall where he learned you were one of the cooks behind the scenes. Each new piece of you he learned making him want to know more. With the thought to thank you next patrol, he accepted the cake and his brother’s company.

Ellie had made him breakfast before school, but he had remained inside all day, busing himself with cleaning and carving to ignore the memories the date always brought up. But that evening, he smiled over a small dinner with his brother as they cut into the cake almost immediately after. Glad he had opened up to you and to find that you thought of him as much as he was beginning to think of you. He would return the favor by bringing coffee, something he was learning was a commodity few had a steady supply of. A branch of his own to let you know he didn’t think you were being too forward in any capacity.

Even more so when he noticed a third slice stolen from the platter it was delivered on the next morning, a card beside it from Ellie wishing him another year for her to tease him.

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Hearts and Handcuffs

Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female Reader Oneshot

This fic is for @targaryen-dynasty Sleepover Challenge. I was given the Second Chance Trope and Prompt of “you make a sound it’s game over”. This is what my filthy, little, Aemond simpin' brain came up with. Enjoy!

If there’s anything worse than breaking up with your boyfriend right before Valentine’s Day, you don’t know what it is. But you're willing to accept his apology if you can have things your way.

Word Count: 4677

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, profanity, lots of praise, Aemond being a good boy.

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“If there’s anything worse than breaking up with your boyfriend right before Valentine’s Day, you don’t know what it is.”

That’s what you think as you lie in bed, trying to find the will to drag yourself away from its cozy warmth. Checking your phone, you see it’s after noon already. You stayed up too late, trying to distract yourself, not wanting to crawl into an empty bed before crying yourself to sleep.

Finally, you force yourself to get up, heading to the kitchen to make coffee and scrolling through your phone while you wait. Once again, you push down the disappointment of not seeing a text from Aemond. After setting your phone aside, you grab the first mug your hand finds from the cabinet and fill it.

Grimacing after your first sip, you feel like everything hates you. Your phone hates you because there are no texts or calls from him; the coffee hates you because it tastes better when he makes it; even your mug is a reminder of him, a silly gift he bought for you.

You and Aemond haven’t spoken at all—nothing since he walked out of your apartment. Since then, you've replayed the argument over and over in your mind.

Last weekend, you were supposed to go to a friend’s party, but the moment Aemond shows up at your place, you know something is wrong. He’s clearly stressed and angry, despite insisting he’s fine. No amount of asking can get him to tell you what is bothering him, though he does admit he’s in no mood to go to the party, which is fine with you; you're okay with skipping it.

While you make a couple of suggestions about what to do instead, his arms wrap around you, cupping your ass in his big hands as he buries his face against your skin, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, making it clear what he wants to do.

You know if this continues, soon you will be naked, with his face buried between your legs, eating your pussy until your legs tremble and you are soaked and squirming. Then he’s going to slide that big, beautiful cock of his in and fuck you hard, just the way you like it, giving you a mind-shattering orgasm that makes your toes curl.

Most of the time, Aemond is a wonderful boyfriend. He’s thoughtful and sweet; he remembers the little things that you like, and he likes to surprise you with cute little gifts. But he frustrates you with his continued inability to open up and really talk to you.

“Aemond, no,” you say tenderly against the side of his head.

"Hmm, I want you so bad, kitten," he mutters between wet kisses against your skin, just below your ear, as his hands knead your ass cheeks.

Working your hands up against his chest, you gently, but firmly, push against him. “I mean it, stop." Your tone is stronger this time.

Aemond pauses, lifting his head back to look at you, confused. His arms go around your waist, keeping you close to him as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“You're angry. You’re upset about something, but as usual, you won’t talk to me.”

Sighing before he responds, “It’s just family stuff again that I don’t want to think about right now.”

Looking up at him, you frown. “So, I’m a good distraction. Is that what you’re saying?”

His mouth fills with surprise at your question, and he lets go of your waist and takes a step back. Shaking his head, he said, “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“So what am I?” you ask. “I'll talk to you. I trust you enough to tell you things all of the time, but you still won’t open up to me.”

Aemond looks away from you, running his hand through his hair and pressing his lips together in a tight line. He waits a moment before he says, “Please don’t do this now. Everything is fine; we’re fine.”

“No, we’re not fine if you don’t think enough of me to talk to me.” Wanting some distance between the two of you, you walk over to the kitchen counter.

Aemond comes over to stand behind you, his large hands splayed, resting on your hips, pulling you back against him while he rests his chin on top of your head. You can feel his heat along your back and the growing hardness of his cock up against your ass.

The sexual attraction between the two of you is insane; it has been there since the moment you met. He’s all sharp angles and lean hardness that you love. He adores your softer curves. Opposites that fit together perfectly, and he’s very good at using your weakness for him to get his way.

‘But not this time,’ you think.

“Aemond, I’m not just your little fuck-toy to get your frustrations out on.” You say this as you lean forward, bracing your hands on the countertop. “And if that’s all I am to you, this relationship is going nowhere.”

His fingers dig into your hip for a second before he lets go, stepping back with an angry huff. You hear him mutter, “I don’t need this," under his breath. When he moves to a place where you can see him, you both stare at each other for a moment. Your heart sinks, and a knot forms in your stomach at how angry he looks right now.

‘You know what? If that’s what you think, then you’re right; we’re going nowhere."

“Aemond,” you plead as he turns, his long white blond hair swaying as he storms out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Your coffee’s gone cold by now, and you tell yourself that you need to quit going over this again and again. But you can’t because you were really falling for him.

You understand that he is naturally more reserved, and that’s fine, but you know there is a lot he keeps bottled up. His family is dysfunctional, and he has no closeness with his father. You think his family issues make him crave control, making it difficult for him to trust and open up. A childhood accident damaged his eye and scarred his face, and you’ve sensed that he tries to hide his insecurities with a bit of a bad boy assertive demeanor that you find irresistible. Despite his issues and flaws, no one has ever made you feel so special or wanted.

‘Do not think about the sex,’ you groan inwardly as you think back to how quickly he figured out what you craved—mind and body.

Someone knocking on your door finally pulls you out of your own head. When you cautiously crack the door open slightly, all you can see at first are roses. Finally, a face appears and says, “Delivery for Miss ___.”

“That’s me.”

The delivery person proceeds to hand you the biggest heart-shaped bouquet of roses you have ever seen. You can’t help the excitement you feel as you take the flowers over to the counter. Only one person you know would send you anything like this. Checking the card, it says,

I’m Sorry

Aemond

As the fragrance of roses begins to surround you, you exhale with relief and smile. While you’re still staring in wonder at the beautiful bouquet, your phone goes off, the ringtone telling you immediately that it’s Aemond.

You try to calm yourself with a deep breath before answering.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he responds, his voice lacking his usual confidence. “You got the flowers?”

‘Uh, yes, they were delivered a little while ago.” You tell him. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

There is an awkward pause before he says, “I know I should have called or at least texted before today, but I needed to think, and I wanted to get my head straight before we talked.”

“Okay."

“Can I come over later?” He asks quietly. “If you’re not busy..."

“I’ll be here,” you respond simply.

“Okay, I’ll come by later.”

After you both say goodbye and end the call, you continue to stand at the counter, tapping your nails while you think. 'Well, that was awkward, and he sounded rattled.’

You already know that as long as he makes anything sounding like a sincere apology, you’re going to forgive him. You know your insatiable attraction for each other is a big part of your relationship, but you hope it can be more. You think he’s worth another chance. But you don't have to make it too easy on him, either. As you walk to your bedroom, a smile forms on your face as an idea starts to take shape. Before Aemond arrives, you have some things to do.

After showering, along with a quick pamper-me routine of shaving, nail polish, etc., you opt to keep it comfy, sticking with joggers and a t-shirt. If things go the way you hope, what you’re wearing underneath your clothes is more important. A brand new sheer bra and thong set will do nicely, you think. He may know your weaknesses, but you know how to push his buttons too.

While you wait for him, you start setting vases on the counter, wondering what you are going to do with so many roses. The bouquet is so pretty, you really hate to take it apart. Before you can start, you hear Aemond knock on the door. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, then answer.

He's standing there, dressed all in black, with his hair pulled up in a ponytail and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. You give him a quick "Hi," then step back to let him in. Walking back to the kitchen, you ask if you can get him anything.

“No, thanks. I’m good.” He comes over to the opposite side of the counter, and you see his eye widen slightly when he looks at the bouquet of roses he sent you. “Wow, that’s big.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “That’s one hundred roses, Aemond.” As you start to pull one of the roses from the arrangement, you say, “Thank you; they’re gorgeous.”

“You’re welcome,” he answers quietly. Shuffling his feet, he continues, “I went with one hundred because I figured I needed all the help I could get after the way I acted.”

His usual cool, borderline-cocky attitude is absent today, indicating his nervousness. You decide not to say anything; it’s his apology to make, and you’re not going to help him.

Finally taking his hands out of his pockets and resting them on the countertop, he exhales loudly and says, “I’m sorry for the other night. There’s no excuse for the way I acted, and I know I fucked up."

“I appreciate the apology, but I don’t understand why you won’t talk to me." You've been thinking about what you want to say to him since he called. This is an issue you can’t let go of. “There’s a big part of you that you keep closed off from me, and it started to make me wonder if you don’t trust me or what I am to you.”

“I realize that now,” he insists, looking at you intently. "I was selfish, and yes, you're right; I've been using you as a distraction. But I didn't mean it in a bad way.”

“How am I supposed to take finding out that I’m just a way for you to distract yourself from your problems?”

“My family is dysfunctional and tense; there’s always some bullshit going on.” Aemond leans across the counter and grabs your hand, holding it tightly. “But you make me forget about all of that. I’m happy when I’m with you, and I think I was trying to protect that.”

Any anger and hurt that you’ve felt fades with his words and sincere expression. You know he can see your face softening. Aemond comes around the end of the counter to stand next to you, never letting go of your hand, which he brings up to his lips for a kiss.

“I’m sorry for not opening up more; I’m sorry for getting angry the other night; and I’m sorry for ruining our first Valentine’s Day together.”

Seeing a little smile come to your face, he asks, “Am I forgiven and getting a second chance?” His arm goes around your waist, and you let him pull you closer while he picks up one of the roses and offers it to you. “Will you let me be your Valentine, kitten?”

His little smirky smile and use of the nickname he gave you indicate that he knows you'll forgive him, but you still want to have a little fun with him.

You give him a mischievous look as you tease, “Uhhh, I don’t know Aemond. I might need a little more convincing.”

“Hmm, will this convince you?” He tilts your chin up to place his lips over yours. It starts as a soft, sweet kiss that he gradually deepens. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers before really kissing you passionately. After several days apart, it’s a great reminder of how good of a kisser he is. When he finally breaks the kiss, he asks, “Convinced yet?”

“Mmm, getting there,” you respond. You know you’re being a bit of a brat, but you have a plan, and you just need him to say the right words.

Aemond chuckles softly. "I promise I’ll be better, and I’ll make it all up to you. I’ll do anything you want.”

He said the magic words you’ve been waiting to hear.

Your smile turns into a grin. “Ah, anything I want?”

Aemond sees the look in your eyes and asks, “What are you up to?”

As you brush the petals of the rose you've been holding along his jawline, you innocently answer, "If you want to be my Valentine, we're going to do it my way, Targaryen." Then you turn away from him and head towards your bedroom. Just before you go in, you pull your t-shirt over your head, dropping it on the floor outside your room.

It’s only a few seconds before Aemond leans against the doorframe, looking at you lounging on your bed in your joggers and black sheer bra. He picks up your shirt from the floor and lays it on a chair in your room. He then takes off his black leather jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. “Did you miss me, kitten?”

“That’s close enough. I told you we’re doing this my way.” Twirling the long-stemmed rose with your fingers, you chuckle, “You’re wearing too many clothes. I want to see you.”

His lips curve into a little smirk as he doesn’t hesitate to pull off his black hoodie. Aemond knows he has a great body, and he’s not shy about it. You enjoy the sight of his defined abs, broad shoulders, and slim waist.

“Keep going,” you encourage when he pauses after he toes off his shoes. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he unzips and lowers his black jeans, loving the sight of his pale skin contrasting with the dark fabric. You tell him, "Don't stop now," when he is down to his boxers.

Your mouth actually waters at the sight of him standing naked in front of you, all long limbs and lean, hard muscle, with patches of pale hair in the center of his chest and around the base of his cock. Even though his cock has yet to begin to harden, it’s a beautiful sight since he’s clearly bigger than average.

You get up and walk over to him, unable to resist gently dragging your fingertips down his chest. “Now get on the bed for me,” you tell him, indicating that he should take the spot you occupied a moment ago.

Once he’s settled on the bed, his back resting against the pillows you propped up, you sit on the edge of the bed next to him. His eye stares at your chest, drinking in the sight of your nipples visible through the thin mesh fabric.

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” you coo to him.

His brow arches slightly at that. This is a big switch for the two of you. Normally, he is the one who takes charge, and that’s fine because you love it. But today, you want something different.

You reach into the top drawer of your nightstand and lift out a pair of pink handcuffs along with the key, which you set down next to your lamp. Grinning at him, you ask, “Remember these? Today it’s your turn.”

You can see him hesitate, and you’re certain he’s never let anyone restrain him before. You lean in, kissing him gently. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to do it,” you remind him as you rest your forehead against his.

“You’re not still mad at me, right?”

You can’t help but giggle as you reassure him that you’re not mad.

“I trust you; go ahead,” he says, lifting his arms to let you attach the cuffs with the chain around one of the bars of your wrought iron bed. You make sure they’re not too tight around his slim wrists; you can keep them loose because, with his big hands, there’s no way he can slip them off.

“Now that I have you right where I want you, there’s just one rule you have to obey for me," you murmur against his skin as you place whisper soft kisses all over his face. Pausing to look him in the eye, you instruct him, "If you make a sound, it's game over."

Aemond’s lips tighten, and his nostrils flare at your demand. He loves to talk during sex, praising you, complimenting you, and saying some of the filthiest things you have ever heard while he fucks you.

Picking up the rose you set aside, you get up to admire the view of him on your bed. You slowly drag the flower up the length of his body, starting at his ankle, up his leg, and over the hairs covering his long limbs. Barely brushing his skin, you glide the rose over his hip bones, over his defined abs, and up to his chest. You tease his nipples with the petals before grazing over his mouth, letting him inhale the fragrance of the bloom.

"Baby, you look so pretty cuffed and stretched out on my bed," you say to him with a seductive voice. Taking the rose away from his face, you hover it over his cock, resting against his thigh. His body stiffens when you run it over his growing length and tease his balls. "Look at you; you're getting big and hard for me, and I haven't even touched you yet," you say tauntingly.

He lets out a low moan when you play with the tip of his cock with the flower, his biceps flexing as he pulls against the cuffs.

“Shhh, remember, you have to be quiet for me.”

As much fun as this is, the two of you haven’t fucked for almost a week, and the sight of him naked has your pussy leaking wetness already. Your patience isn’t going to last forever. You need to touch him and grind yourself on him.

Setting the rose aside, you hook your thumbs in the waist of your joggers, pushing them down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. Now wearing only the matching bra and thong, you turn around for him, letting him get a good look at you. Walking to the foot of the bed, you begin to crawl up the length of his body, pausing to place random kisses on his pale skin while the two of you never break eye contact.

As you straddle him, you start to run your hands over your body, cupping your tits and wiggling your hips. “Like what you see, baby?" You slip your hand down the front of your thong and work your fingers around your clit, soaking them with your juices, before pressing your slick-covered fingers against his lips. He immediately opens his mouth and begins licking and sucking on them, tasting you.

You lean in, grabbing the sides of his head, kissing him on the lips, letting your tongues twist around, and tasting yourself in his mouth. The kiss is hungry and greedy for both of you, with Aemond straining his neck to capture your lips when you teasingly pull back a bit.

“Mmm, missed you so much,” you whisper while kissing his scarred cheek.

Straightening up, you lean in, burying his face between your tits. His lips fasten onto your soft flesh, sucking and marking you before soothing the spot with gentle licks.

“You wanna see my tits, don’t you?” You ask this as you keep rubbing your breasts in his face, watching him mouth your nipples over the mesh fabric, soaking it with his saliva.

“Hmm, yes, kitten,” he mumbles against your skin.

You pull back beyond his reach and say, "No, no, you bad boy.” Putting a finger to his lips, you remind him, “You have to be quiet, remember.”

His eye narrows, and you hear the metal move against the bed as he flexes his arms against the cuffs, wanting to be unrestrained.

You sink down on his abs, grinding your pussy on him, soaking your thong, and making a mess on his fair skin with your slick. Reaching behind your back, you unfasten your bra, but you keep your hands over your tits, covering them from his view. “If you want to play with my tits, you have to be a good boy. Can you be a good boy for me?”

His eye darkens, and a low growl echoes from his throat, yet he nods slightly in response to your playful teasing. Leaning forward, you press your nipple against his lips, and he hungrily covers your areola with his mouth, flicking his tongue over your hardened peak.

Now you're the one who can't hold back a soft moan; the heat in his mouth feels so good. You rest your hands on his chest, rubbing your thumbs over his pebbled nipples as he sucks yours. “Mmm, you’re so good with your mouth, baby,” you praise as his mouth seeks your other breast.

You enjoy the sensations for a little while longer before pulling away. “Since you’re being so good to me, I’m going to reward you by playing with that big cock of yours,” you tell him with a sultry smile. You slowly start backing down his body, letting your nipples brush over his skin. As you crawl over him, you can feel his hard cock between your legs.

Laying between his parted legs, you quickly rid yourself of your thong before turning your attention to his cock. “Oh, you are a good boy, such a pretty cock.”

Aemond has the prettiest cock you have ever seen. Aemond's cock is not only long and thick, but also veiny, with a reddish tip that is already leaking. His breath hitches when your hand goes over his tip, gathering the moisture of his precum and sliding down his length.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you ask after a few lazy strokes of his now rock-hard cock.

You can hear his breathing increasing, as well as a slight hum of pleasure from him. He tilts his head back and parts his mouth, relishing the sensation of your hand caressing his length. With your tongue, you lick him from base to tip before taking him in your mouth and sucking gently, while your other hand sneaks lower to cup his heavy balls. You have no intention of sucking him off because you can’t wait much longer. Your thighs are slick with your own wetness, and you need to have him inside you. He whines a little when you take your mouth off of him. “Ooh, something wrong, baby?” When you look at him, he’s biting his lip to keep from talking, afraid you’ll stop completely.

Not really caring about your little game anymore, you tell him, “It’s okay; you’ve been a good boy. You can talk now.”

He exhales loudly and pleads, “Stop teasing me; just fuck me already.”

Hearing him beg is a lovely sound, you think, and you can’t resist taking it a little farther. You begin to rock back and forth while straddling his hips, rubbing your pussy over his cock, and soaking him.

Reaching between your legs, you start rubbing your clit, leaning back, and making sure he gets a good view of you touching and grinding yourself on his cock. You release a sigh of satisfaction at the sensations you're feeling.

You can feel Aemond jerking at the cuffs that are restraining him. "Please, kitten, get on my cock and fucking ride me," he all but growls desperately.

You love the thrill of seeing him cuffed to your bed, his silvery strands coming loose from his ponytail, and his biceps straining. You think, 'Fuck, he looks hot like this.' Knowing you can do this to him makes you even more horny to have his cock in you.

Unable to wait any longer, you lift up just enough to move the tip of him to your entrance and slowly sink down on him. The fullness and slight stretch you feel makes you gasp, and Aemond sighs from feeling your tight warmth around him. You already know you won’t last long after not being fucked for days and all of the teasing you’ve been doing.

Your hips immediately move to find a rhythm, rocking steadily, his length filling you so wonderfully. “Baby, you’re so big, filling me up,” you gasp between breaths.

“So fucking tight, kitten,” he pants, his skin flushed and a sheen of sweat beginning to cover him.

Your fingers keep massaging your clit as you start to bounce on his cock. Your thighs begin to feel the strain, and your tits move with your body. You feel his hips bucking up underneath you as he matches your pace.

You’re fighting through the burn of your muscles as the sounds of skin meeting skin, heavy breathing, and grunts of pleasure fill the room. You feel the familiar, warm pressure begin to build within you with each brush of his cock over the nerves in your walls.

“Mmm, getting so close, baby. Gonna cum soon."

“Keep fucking me, kitten. Be a good girl.”

It isn’t much longer until you feel the sudden release of ecstasy surge through your body, causing you to cry out. It gets more difficult to move on his cock as your muscles clench around him, but you don’t stop until you hear him grunt and feel his cock twitch as he cums hard inside you, painting your inner walls.

Panting hard, you ease your pace to a slow stop, staying on him and bracing your shaking arms on each side of him. You see his chest rapidly rise and fall as your head hangs.

“Please take these off me." Aemond breathily asks.

Reaching over, you grab the key and unlock the cuffs, freeing his arms. Then you let yourself collapse down on his chest, still straddling him, and his softening cock still in you.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight against him. The two of you lay together as your hearts calmed.

After a rough week, it feels so good to be in Aemond’s arms again. He confirms that he feels the same when he says, “Fuck, it feels so good to hold you. I missed you so much, kitten.”

“Can I stay tonight?” He asks a few moments later.

“Hmm, will you get us dinner? I’m starving,” you reply with a chuckle.

Laughing, "Yes, kitten, I will get us dinner,” he promises.

“Then you can stay,” you tell him, smiling happily.

Aemond gives you one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen from him. “My sassy little Valentine.”

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cheri-2047 · 2 days

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Could you maybe try high school Fem!Scaramouche hc with a huge crush on us but being super reluctant and shy about it?? :3

OKAY. I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN FOR SCARA OKAY PLEASE BEAR WITH ME 😭 also dude ure my first request thank u so much <3

so I didn’t know how to write this but THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT. Anyways basically I’m gonna write a bunch of headcanons then some scenarios under that

Please I’m so sorry if I mischaracterized him I really tried I SWEAE 😭😭😭

This is not proofread btw

WARNINGS: none, it’s all fluff :3

Fem!Scaramouche Headcanons:

HEADCANONS:

Fem!Scara would seem like extremely pissed off to everyone, but she would do small tasks for you that she never does with anyone else

Fem!Scara would do her best to not make it obvious that she likes you. (Even if that means accidentally hurting you with her snarky remarks)

Fem!Scara would be more quiet around you. She doesn’t become as arrogant or stubborn around you, well she would be but just not as much since she cares for you

Fem!Scara ime personally, I don’t think she would be much on physical touch, but if you hugged her she would pay your back and put her chin on your shoulder

Fem!Scara enjoys seeing you be passionate about things. She would listen all day to you and keep eye contact.

Fem!Scara would be very well at hiding when she’s flustered. Like if you’re play flirting with her, she would just end it like “…? What do you expect me to say to that?” When in reality, she’s really giddy inside

Fem!Scara would choose to sit beside you during field trips, or if you go to school via school bus. She says it’s just a coincidence (for field trips) but in reality, she really made it so you Teo sat together

Confession time:

Fem!Scara would be really pleased if you confessed to her first. She wouldn’t say yes immediately, (like instead of going “yes yes!!” She would be in disbelief)

Fem!Scara if she were to confess, she would spend a lot of time thinking how she would do it. She would worry if you said no and I feel like she would spend a week bringing herself down saying you’d never say yes and it’s a waste of time (no it’s not)

Scara enters the school earlier than usual to look for your locker. She had decided to just send a letter. Scara finds it and rereads his letter (for the 100th time today…)

“Dear y/n,

Before I say anything, if you were to say no that’s completely fine. I understand I am not the best, but the truth is, these past few months, I’ve started to develop feelings for you. I just didn’t say or do anything about it well..since I didn’t really want you to know or anyone really. I really really like you, but understand if you would just want to stay friends. Thank you for hearing me out.

-Scara”

SHe hesitantly folds it up again, leaving a candy you really like taped to it as he slips it in the gap of your locker. SHe can barely calm himself down but he goes back to the classroom.

As she sees you, she stiffens up, but tries to remain the same.

“Did she read it?”

“Has she even seen it?”

“Maybe I didn’t write long enough?”

“Ah damn it I barely wrote anything!”

She stares at her lap, not daring to look up. As suddenly when you tap hee table, you mention the letter.

“I saw what you left..”

She immediately PANICS clutching her skirt getting ready for a no. She just laughs it off as if it were nothing to hide that she’s actually a mess inside.

“Haha, well what d’you think?”

She tries to act cocky and stuff. But as you come to terms and conditions (when u say yes) she looks at you in disbelief.

“….is this a joke? Are you lying?”

As you say no it’s not a joke, she then stands up and taps your hand.

“Thank you…”

WOWWOWOWOOWOWOW THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL AHHAHAHAH. Anyways uhhh if anyone else wants to request smth, go ahead. School just ended so I have nothing to do for the next few months. Once again, my bad if I accidentally mischaracterized her. I really tried ok. ANYWAYS THANK U, U DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM THAT SOMEONE ACTUALLY REQUESTES SMTH FROM ME LIKE I KID U NOT I GOT REALLT HAPPY AT LIKE 6 AM😭😭😭 anyways thank u again omg I hope this was ok 😭😭

#scara #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #Fem!Scara x you #Fem!Scara x reader #Fem!Scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #fluff #headcanons #scara x reader

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munsonsmixtapes · 6 hours

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From the prompt list I am BEGGING for 14 and 48 with Eddie PLEASE 😩 (optional but it could also be so cute if he kneels down and ties readers shoe after it gets untied before reader even notices)

I love this idea! Thanks so much for the request, lovely!

Prompts used: 14. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you before you believe it?” and 48. “I’m going to fucking worship you.”

Eddie x fem!reader

cw: MDNI 18+ oral (f receiving) wee bit of hurt/comfort

Despite being with Eddie for over a year, you still felt yourself getting insecure about your relationship. He had been your first and only boyfriend and you still weren’t used to that kind of attention or affection all the time. Other men hadn’t really even looked your way until he came around so constantly having someone treat you with so much love and care was still new.

Eddie was one of the sweetest men you had come across in your town full of assholes. He’d always pay the check when you’d go out, keep your favorite snacks in his pantry, and even lay his jacket down when you came across a puddle so your shoes wouldn’t get wet.

He was also so patient with you when you got insecure about your relationship. Any time you’d get jealous or need a little more reassurance, he’d just pull you into his arms and tell you that he loved you and that there was nothing to worry about, but that only worked for so long.

It usually got bad when you were falling asleep, your anxieties reaching their peak and getting the best of you. You’d just let it all swirl around in your mind, driving yourself mad as you laid awake, your boyfriend sound asleep next to you.

What if it was all an elaborate prank?

What if he was just lying about loving you to make you feel better?

What if he was going to break up with you because your insecurities were getting too much?

Those were the questions that haunted you even though you were sure that it was all in your head. That was really the root of the problem. It was all just unnecessary worries that your brain had come up with out of nowhere.

“And then I said-honey? You still with me?” You zoned back in and realized that you were with Eddie in his van as he was driving you home after a date. He gave your thigh a squeeze where his hand was resting on it and you turned to him.

“I’m good, Eds, I swear.” You definitely weren’t, but you didn’t want to tell him that. You couldn’t have that conversation yet again.

“No bs?” That was Eddie’s way of asking if you were lying because he knew you would just so you wouldn’t have to have the conversation. He always wanted you to feel like you could talk to him about whatever was bothering you.

“Maybe a little.” He pulled up to his trailer and and put the van in park before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning to face you.

“Alright,” he sighed. “Let’s talk inside.” He rounded the front of the van and opened the door for you. He held his hand out to you and you took it, hopping down from the seat.

Before you could get too far, Eddie stopped you and crouched down to tie your shoe. It warmed your heart that he would do stuff like that for you even when he was upset with you. It showed just how selfless he was when it came to the people he loved.

And Eddie did love you. He loved you so much that he couldn’t handle it. His heart was just so full of the feeling and it hurt him knowing that you had yet to believe that he really did feel that way about you. Maybe just one more time and you’d be sure.

Eddie led you inside the trailer and you were grateful that Wayne wasn’t home to hear you argue. Eddie kept hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as soon as stepping closer to you. His other hand grabbed hold of your jaw, gently lifting your head so you would look up at him. His eyes bored into yours and you already knew what he was going to say and you didn’t want to hear it.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I love you before you believe it?” His other hand moved to the other side of your face, moving it so that it was only inches away from yours.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, okay? I just-”

“What, honey?” His voice was so soft and sweet and you felt like you didn’t deserve it.

“No one’s ever felt that way about me before and I guess-I guess I just don’t understand why someone could.” Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a hug.

“Oh, honey,” he rested his chin on top of your head while your arms wrapped around his waist. He had no idea that you had felt that and wished he had asked instead of just assuming that you didn’t love him back.

“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t believe that you were apologizing for the way you felt. You couldn’t control that.

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey.” His hands rubbed along your back as he pulled back to look at you. “How about I show you just how much I love you?”

“Show me?” You bat your eyelashes and Eddie felt his dick getting hard.

“I’m going to fucking worship you.” He pulled you into a messy kiss filled with clanking teeth and noses pressing into cheeks, but you eventually figured it out. He licked into your mouth and you let him in as he backed you up to the couch.

He pushed you down onto it and placed himself on top of you before pulling you in for another rough kiss. Your hands slid down his back and grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt before pulling it over his head. It dropped to the floor in a messy pile and Eddie’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan. He unbuttoned them one by one and it eventually opened, your tits on full display.

Eddie had seen you naked so many times, but every time always seemed like the first when he got a view of your naked chest. He dove in and licked a stripe across one of your nipples before pulling the whole thing into his mouth, giving it a suck.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your hands moving into his hair and pressing into his scalp. He sucked and licked, causing multiple moans to fall from your lips, tugging onto his hair as you did so.

Once you thought he was done, he took your nipple between his teeth and gave it a pull, causing you to bury your fingers further into his hair, pulling on whatever strands you could grasp.

“Eddie, oh my god, so good.”

“You like that?” He chuckled and moved over to your other tit, hovering his mouth other it, wanting to make you beg for it.

“More,” was all you were able to say. “Please, Eddie.”

“Love your tits, honey,” he said, glancing up at your face before moving his gaze back to your breasts. “Honestly the best set I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“Don’t believe me?” Of course you believed him. He complimented your tits any chance he got.

“I don’t know. I think I need some more.” You were desperate for his mouth back on you, needing to feel his teeth and tongue.

“Okay,” he nodded and took your other nipple into his mouth, giving it an even harder suck and you arched your back in pleasure.

“Sh-shit, Eddie. Fuck!” Eddie felt himself get even more hard at your moans, always loving watching you come undone by just him using his mouth. He licked, sucked and bit until your nipple was red and kissed his way down your stomach.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he said as his lips got to your bellybutton. He pressed a kiss to it then continued down to the top of your skirt. “I mean it, honey. You’re a fucking smoke show.”

Your cheeks were burning at his compliments and you loved how easily how they fell out of his mouth, knowing how much he meant them even though your insecurity told you that he was lying.

“Can I take this off? Need to taste you.”

“Please take it off. I need to feel your mouth on my pussy.” Your words came out so breathy and desperate and Eddie found your neediness so hot.

He quickly pulled your panties off out from under his skirt and toss them aside before quickly unzipping the side of your skirt and both of you widened your eyes when you heard a ripping noise.

“It’s fine,” you waved it off.

“I can sew it back together,” he assured you before pulling the skirt down your legs and letting it fall to the floor.

Eddie got off of the couch and lowered himself down on his knees before grabbing onto your ankle and pulling you so your ass was at the edge of the couch cushion. He then spread your legs and let out a whistle as he took sight of your pussy.

“Damn, sugar, this might be the wettest you’ve ever been. Can’t wait to get a taste.”

He held up one of your legs and slowly kissed all the way up to your thigh then did the same thing with your other one before draping both of them over his shoulders. He then dove into your cunt, his nose brushing it, causing you to let out a gasp. He started out slow, licking back and forth from your slit to your clit, then began to suck.

“Eddie,” you moaned, your hands finding his hair again. He continued to suck and lick, swirling his tongue around as he did so, driving you absolutely wild.

“Think this is the best you’ve ever tasted honey, swear to god,” he moaned.

Eddie grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you closer so he had more access to your cunt and shoved his tongue inside it, swirling it around as you reached your climax. Your legs tighten around his head and his hands moved to your waist, digging into the skin as he worked his magic with his mouth.

“Eddie, I think I’m gonna-”

“I think you already did,” he looked up at you with a devilish grin then pressed a kiss to your bud before removing your legs from his shoulders. He rested his hands on your knees and looked up at you with his pretty brown eyes.

“Now do you see how much I love you?”

“I think I’m starting to.” With that, Eddie picked you up and carried to the bathroom where the two of you shared a much needed shower, exchanging “I love you’s” to each other while you cleaned each other up.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader

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ornii · 13 hours

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I don't know if you write for her, but if you write for MJ from the MCU, what would it be like if she had a brother who didn't disappear in the blip, became a hero, and MJ finds out when he's injured one night and tries to help him with the hero stuff?

You’re worthy , Loser.

“Mister Jones, can you tell us the definition of Biometric identification?”

You looked up from the football plays you were trying to remember in the middle of class, everyone turned to you and expected an answer.

“Oh, yeah it’s the process of verifying a person's identity through their unique biological characteristics such as fingerprints, iris scans, facial recognition, and voiceprints.” You replied, actually surprising most. You went back to your plays as per usual. Football wasn’t a major factor in your life as you could go without it, but anything for a scholarship you thought. It just so happens that you’re really good at it. Class ended pretty normally and now you had to go find your Sister. Walking down the halls of Midtown High. You didn’t spot her usual spot to brood so you had an idea of where she would be; Detention.

Peering into the Class you saw the substitute and of course M.J doodling. You leaned in the doorway.

“Trouble again?” You joked, MJ turned to you, that clandestine face.

“No I just like to come here and, sketch people in crisis.” She eyes the Substitute teacher. You roll your eyes and lean forward.

“Well if you’re done making people’s lives much harder than they already are, we have to get home. You have a trip or whatever to prep for.” You turned and walked away, knowing MJ was reluctantly behind you.

“So, did you actually make any friends?” You asked, you couldn’t see it but you could almost hear her slouch when you said it.

“Why does it matter if I had friends to you exactly?” She asked you.

“Because good friends keep you from doing really dumb things. And when I graduate I want to make sure you have a few good ones.” You turned around, walking backwards. MJ always hated that you did it.

“I highly doubt I’d do something that bad, plus our “Social circles” if you can call it that are in completely different places. And can you stop walking backwards it’s weird.”

“It’s not weird, you’re just bad at it.” You said, you side stepped, avoiding a branch.

“How do you do that?”

“It’s about knowing where you’re gonna be.” You replied. “Hey.. did you see the new Thor Display? Apparently they found his broken hammer and put the pieces on display. You think if it was back together that I could lift it?” You asked, MJ smirked.

“You think you’re a god?”

“Well, no.. isn’t the point is that you’re worthy or something?” You asked, you turned back around as you saw your apartment complex. “I’m selfless i think?”

“If you have to think, probably not.” She replied, and you turned back to her.

“But you never answered, do you think I’m worthy?” You said, and for a moment, MJ was actually honest.

“Fine.. I think you’re worthy, because when dad left.. you turned into the dad I needed.” She admitted, when your father left it was, hard. You did what you had to do, being the dad MJ never had, you couldn’t leave your sister and mom to do this alone. You actually had to fight back tears slightly, you smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

“Thanks Michelle. I mean it.” You replied, and she shrugged. “Yeah, but don’t call me Michelle.”

“Walls came back up huh? Okay MJ.” You opened the door to your home and stepped in, to eerie silence. “Mom?” You asked, but heard nothing, it was odd, she’s usually here before you got home, you heard a sudden thud and turned around.

“Hey MJ—“ you spoke but the words failed to erupt, she was gone, missing. Dust flew out of the doorway as you saw her notebook on the ground. Obviously you were confused, you rushed out the house to see it was fear, terror around the block, around the city, the state… the world. You wished it was just some nightmare, but you never knew it was the last time you ever saw your sister.

It took a year for you to come to terms with it all, half other world’s population, gone. Standing in the school you stood at the trophy case, seeing the Award Michelle won at the Decathlon. She always had this spark about her, she acts like she didn’t care but she did. The rage and grief you felt slowly began to brew into a thunderstorm of what’s real and what’s not.

What’s real; is that you lost your family, to some entity you didn’t even know existed, and you can never exact your revenge.

What’s unreal; is that you’re going to let this ever happen again. With a punch of anger a storm brews, as you scream in anger and pain lightning slams into the earth, and the pieces of Thors hammer slowly levitate and slam together, a weapon reborn not from grief and hate, ready to protect the world so that this will never happen again, you were worthy.

Five Years pass, joining the remaining avengers to go back in time before The Events leading to the Snap. Once the infinity stones were taken from Thanos, Tony made the ultimate sacrifice, putting the life of the entire universe before his, and died a Hero.

Flying desperately though the air you almost forgot how to land, you hit the ground hard, hammer still in hand. You turned to the door and took a step towards it. It’s been years since you entered your family home, it was never the same. You stopped seeing the doorknob twist, you held for breath and waited in fear of what you were going to see, but it was all just in your mind.

MJ opened the door, a bit puzzled. She looked at you, obviously not understanding what’s going on.

“Why are you dressed like you’re going to Comic con?” She said, “You look.. older too.” She stepped down, looking at you like a stranger.

“What’s with the beard? And the hammer?” MJ opened her mouth to say something else but you hugged her tight. Overwhelmed with all of it, how happy you were couldn’t be put into words.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, you let MJ go, somehow not crushing her with your new godlike powers.

“So… it’s been five years.” You said, which made her raise an eyebrow. “Five?”

“Yeah.. you uh, died. A lot of people died, but you’re back now so… damn this is hard to explain.” You rubbed your face, exhausted, MJ saw the look on yours.

“Just, come inside, you can explain it to me at your pace.” She calmly takes your hand leading you in, you did look exhausted, and probably traumatized. Five years of fighting to get your family back.

In my opinion, you are worthy.

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hi! I saw requests were open and I had an idea. Could you please do something like it’s the wedding night and it would be great except ray is too focused on the fact that he’s married to actually proceed with the night portion of it? Please and thank u! ❤️

(btw love everything you’ve written so far!)

I Promise It's Real

Ray Stantz X Reader

SFW

im glad ur enjoying my stuff so far! honestly, once I got to the end of this, I realize im not too sure I understood your request correctly, so if I got it wrong, feel free to lmk what I got wrong and ill write a diff version uwu

“Did I tell you how amazing you look?”

“Only about ten times already.”

Ray kept his eyes on you, a giddy smile on his face. He couldn’t get enough of you wrapped up in that beautiful wedding attire, even though it was already the end of the night, in the bedroom of your apartment. After a long, exciting day of wedding festivities, the two of you were finally home to relax and enjoy your first night together as a married couple.

“I mean it,” he answered.

You turned to look back at him, meeting his eyes with a warm smile. “Thank you, Ray,” stepping over to peck his cheek. You turned back to the closet, starting to get yourself out of your clothing.

“Want some help?” He asked.

“I’d appreciate it,” you answered, your voice lightly strained as you carefully tried to wiggle out of the fabric. Before you knew it, his warm hands were at your sides, helping you with zippers or buttons so you could get out of the layers of clothing. After a few minutes of struggling to get it all off without tearing anything, you were freed, standing in your underwear.

“Thanks, Ray,” you giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Anything for you,” he answered with a smile. “Now, get into something warm and get into bed. I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you answered happily. You slipped into the pajamas that were laid out on the bed, and slid under the covers with a happy sigh. Relaxing into the pillows, you watched as he shed his suit for his own pair of warm pajamas.

“I’m gonna miss seeing you in that suit. You look so handsome in it,” you joked as he adjusted his waistband.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a rental. You’ll see it again,” he answered quietly, turning his head to smile at you as he adjusts his clothes. He padded over to the bed and pulled back the covers with a sigh. You grinned excitedly as he got under the covers beside you, and the second he was laid back, you scooted yourself over to press into his side. “Hey,” he responded playfully, turning over onto his side to gather you into his arms. You pressed yourself into his chest with a happy sigh.

“Kiss me?” You asked softly, leaning your head back a little to meet his eyes. He didn’t say anything in response, and only lowered his head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was warm and passionate, but at the same time, soft. You would never be able to get over how they felt.

You responded by kissing back hungrily, groaning contentedly against his lips. Your thigh hooked over his hip to keep him close, and your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt to feel up his chest. At the sensation, he pulled away from the kiss in surprise.

“Something wrong?” You asked.

“U-uh, no, but….” He started nervously.

“C’mon Ray, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

“Is it alright if I don’t want to have sex tonight?”

You met his eyes with concern. “Sure, but- did I do something? You can tell me if something’s up.”

“N-no, nothing’s wrong… Today was perfect. I just… I wanna hold you. I just wanna stay like this, and kiss you, and fall asleep like this.” As he spoke, his hand drifted down your back, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your pajamas. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, Ray. Besides…” you pressed your lips against his cheek softly. “Cuddling doesn’t sound too bad.”

He only met your eyes for a moment longer before leaning in to kiss you again. He moved his lips against yours slowly, gently. As you kissed back, you settled against him, gently pressed into his chest, and letting him throw his arm over your waist.

Eventually, you both had to part for air, so you pulled away, softly gasping for breath. You nudged your cheek against his, breathing against his ear. “I love you, Ray,” you sighed.

Instantly, he breathed back, “I love you too. I’m so glad I get to spend my life with you.”

“I’m happy too,” you answered.

He squeezed you to his chest weakly. “The whole day, I kept wondering if I was dreaming.” he continued drowsily.

You giggled softly. Clearly the soft pillows and warmth of your body, coupled with the long, exhausting day, were getting to him. “That’s so corny,” you answered, reaching up to brush your fingers through his hair.

“I mean it, I couldn’t believe I got to marry you. Felt like a dream,” he continued, his grip on you softening.

“Well, I promise it’s real,” you purred to him.

“I love you,” he slurred back.

“I love you too.”

He only

You lifted your head to kiss his cheek. “Go to sleep,” you said quietly. “We’ll make a great breakfast together in the morning.” This time, he didn’t answer. You giggled to yourself again.

“Love you, Ray.”

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