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beneathashadytree · 24 days

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LOOK AFTER YOU - XAVIER SHEN X READER

Warnings : mentions of injuries and anesthesia, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : sickening fluff <33

Word count : 1.2K words

Additional notes : This had been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and now it’s finally here!! Given how Xavier selectively chooses his missions and work, it makes sense that he’d feel more like a househusband than anything😭💗

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With dragging feet and a very noticeable limp, it took all they had to not just completely pass out halfway on the way home—still, they had to hold on. Just a few more minutes. They could handle that. Dr. Zayne had managed to patch them up well enough for them to stay conscious until they ended up on their doorstep.

Finally standing in front of their apartment, they lifted an aching arm to knock on the door—only to stumble forward as it swung open, their boyfriend’s face poking out from behind it. Already before they could speak, a small frown had formed on his face. “The hospital called just now. I didn’t know it was this bad.”

Xavier pushed the door open fully, reaching out for them with open arms that they—all too happily—slumped into. He could carry 10 times their weight if need be; they didn’t worry about him struggling to carry them inside in the least. “Thanks,” they mumbled against the wool of his sweater. Almost reflexively, they melted into his hold as they inhaled the scent of him clinging to the soft fabric: cinnamon, vanilla, and sunshine.

“Are you okay? In pain?” he worriedly asked as he heaved most of their weight and began to guide them to their bedroom.

At that, they snorted. “They gave me enough anesthesia to knock out a mule. I’m just trying to avoid putting pressure on the wounds, since I won’t be able to feel just how bad they are—“

“Until it wears off.” He nods in understanding, having been in their place more times than he could count. One hand left their back to push their bedroom door open and switch on the lights. “Then it’ll all hit you like a freight train.”

“Put nicely, yes. I would’ve said “hurt like a bitch,” personally.” A look of amusement danced on his face as he huffed out a laugh at that, kicking a few slippers out of the way so he could lean over the side of their bed. He lowered them to the bed as gently as possible, and they groaned out as their body sunk into mattress. “This feels like heaven now. Could you—?”

Before they could finish their request, Xavier had already nudged their fluffiest pillow underneath their head with one hand, while the other was pulling up their softest blanket up to their neck. “You’ll want to nap, of course,” he quietly said, brushing back a few sweat-slicked strands of hair away from their face and settling into his spot beside them on the bed.

“Just for a little. Mission was exhausting.” Sighing, they closed their eyes for a few moments, as though collecting their myriad of tangled thoughts regarding it, before blinking back up at him with a tired gaze. “Keep me company until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” he quickly replied, crystalline eyes shining with the sort of fondness only they could alight within him. “Wanna tell me about your day?”

They shook their head, an apologetic half-smile on their lips. “It was shit. Nothing much to say about that. I’d rather hear about yours, though.”

A barely-there squeeze to their hand reminded them that it was fine. He’d always indulge them, after all, and if that entailed him talking about his certainly-in-comparison-boring day, he’d oblige.

And really, he’d once told them—in that solemn manner of his—that if they asked him to serve his heart on a silver platter, he’d gladly carve it out of his chest and welcome the gaping hollowness. How else would he carry it to them, still beating and yearning for them? Maybe when it fluttered in their palms it’ll bridge the chasm of space and time that he sometimes felt between them.

“I woke up at two, I think.” He looked a little embarrassed as he confessed, though it was nothing that surprised them. “I didn’t want to… ah, have another accident, so I stuck to ordering lunch for us both.” His spine straightened, as his eyes lit up in remembrance. “Oh, I got you salmon and potatoes. Is that ok?”

This time when they smiled, it almost seemed lovesick—or maybe they were growing drowsier by the second. “More than ok. How’d you know that I was craving it?”

“You tend to have eating patterns,” was all Xavier said, as though that were explanation enough. Maybe that truly were the case, or maybe the feeling of his knuckle brushing against their cheek was too soothing for them to question it. “It wasn’t too hard to notice.”

“Mmm. What else?”

Voice little more than a whisper now, they seemed to burrow into the covers even more. Just a few tufts of hair showed from the edge of the blanket, and Xavier had to resort to stroking the top of their hair now as he went on. “You probably didn’t get to notice it when we walked in, but I cleaned the entire house. Top to bottom, and I didn’t even have to pull out the vacuum.”

“Sounds like you’ve earned yourself some praise,” they slurred out, their chuckle sounding like it was distorted underwater, though it was only the effect of being filtered through sleepiness.

He hummed, a mischievous glint to his eyes. “Not to be too greedy, but I believe I do. Unless you happen to have any complaints about my cleaning skills?”

“I’ll be… the judge of… that.” To hear the last sentence, he had to really strain his ears, but it was all worth it.

When will the novelty wear off? When will he stop clinging to every single utterance of theirs; every soft sound and breath that escaped their lips? He feared he’d spend his entire lifetime clutching at every one and stowing it deep between his ribs. That greedy feeling of wanting to keep every fragile part of them to himself never went away, it seemed. And he supposed it never would.

“I guess I’ll have to aim for a 5-star review, then.” No response; just the sound of their even, deep breathing, and the shift of the Hunter’s outfit they still hadn’t taken off with every exhale. Xavier’s hand stilled its ministrations, and he carefully untangled it from their hair to set back in his lap.

For a few moments all he did was simply take the sight of them in. Soot-covered attire and perspiration-dotted face and all, he still thought they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Perhaps, they were even more striking in his opinion when they were so battle-weary.

Still, it can’t have been too comfortable, and he knew that the first thing they’d want to do after waking up—aside from taking pain medication, since the effects of the anesthesia would’ve long worn off by then—would be to shower. With an impossibly softened gaze, he leaned down to leave a fleeting kiss against their forehead, one that somehow still left his heart stuttering in his chest as they hummed and smiled in their sleep. Falling back to their side, he curled his warm palm around their hand that lied on the pillow, his mellow voice carrying his love in a whisper and on his frayed sleeves.

“Sweet dreams.”

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jewbeloved · 2 years

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can you write about Main 4+ Butter with a Rich s/o

Main 4 + Butters with a Rich! s/o💵💵💰💓💓

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

🫐 Stan Marsh 💙

Let's imagine that you were a really popular student in the school.

Everyone is fonding over you and always wanting your autograph.

You were also indeed very rich, you also just sometimes feel like these people just only like you for your looks and money.

But you knew you already had the looks for a certain boy you took interest, Stan Marsh.

Stan is most definitely in utterly disbelief that you would choose him out of everybody in this school.

He didn't really care about how somebody looks or If they're rich or not. He mostly goes for their personality.

You explained to him that you choose him because he didn't take interest in your looks or your money and you were glad about that.

But people would stare straight at you both if you are walking the hallways to class.

Some even gave him death glares.

You gave those people a death glare back If they ever stared at Stan.

It's their lost.💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ☘️

Omigod

When you saw Kyle, you just saw this as a win-win.

Even thought people are always following you where ever you go, you always kept your eyes on Kyle and nobody else.

You tend to make him fluster all the time and sometimes spoil him a little.

He does appreciate it, but he declines your gifts because you didn't need to spend all of that money to get him that, you could say all he want is your affection towards him <3.

Your house is a literally luxury mansion, that Kyle almost mistaken you for living in a castle-

He is amazed by how unique your house is thought!

Same with Stan, people do get jealous when they see you holding hands with Kyle.

Sometimes he even ends up receiving letters in his locker threatening to beat him up.

He shrugged it off because it was probably written by somebody who has no bitches or is a desperate loser.

If the person does try to hurt Kyle, you immediately blocked the person's way with a angry look on your face.

The person then ran away and you embraced Kyle into your arms while placing a kiss on his lips.

He felt so loved that you were doing all of this for him.

You love him for the way he is, and he loves you the same. The moments between you never ends💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍒

His mom spoils him all the damn time, so you spoiling him is like playing with matches ;-;

He likes that you spoil him, but he also still doesn't give a shit about how rich you are. He still sometimes make fun of you just like everyone else but he doesn't be too mean about it.

Cuddles with him is still always the best! But he prefers to cuddle on the couch then in bed because your bed is literally huge and he gets sunk into it like he's in quicksand-

He hates to admit it, but he likes it whenever you are the big spoon when cuddling. He likes the feelings of your arms around him holding him close to you like you never want to let him go.

Cartman is an evil asshole, but he still has feelings you know?❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍊

You felt bad when you found out that Kenny was the poorest kid in south park and you were the richest (including Token).

Every night, you sneak out of your house with a basket full of food and drinks and left it at the Mccormick's doorstep.

You knocked on the door and ran away back to your house.

Karen was the one to open the door, she found a basket with a little note attached to it on the doorstep.

Kenny came out behind her and saw what she was looking at.

They both looked at each other for a sec before picking up the basket together and took it inside.

The note on the basket was written: "Hey, it really does make me sad when I see that you guys are poor and have no food to eat so I asked my mom to prepare a meal for you guys and put it in the basket to take to your doorstep for you". - signed by Y/n.

Kenny was surprised and his face lit up in flusterness until he saw that you written more on the back of the note.

"Oh and by the way, that confession letter you putted in my locker. I accept! I would love to be your girlfriend/boyfriend <3".

Kenny immediately fainted onto the floor with a big smile on his face, even if its covered by his parka.🧡🧡🧡🧡

💛 Butters Scotch 🧈

Please, you spoiled this boy to the maximum!

Same like Kyle, Butters also declined your gifts as well, he didn't want you to spend a whole a lot of money to get him a sample gift you know?

But also at the same time, he loves the affection you give him!

It makes him feel all happy inside <3

Butters grandma doesn't like you both being together so she demands you both to break up.

Butters didn't know what to do and feared that his grandma will beat him up again if he doesn't break up with you, but at the same time he loves you too much to even want to break up.

Let's just say that you had a real talk with his grandma and his parents for quite a couple of hours.

After you were finished Butters grandma had a worried look on her face.

"Woah, y/n..what did you do to my grandma and parents?", "Don't worry about that Butters we just only had a little talk that's all".

At the end of the day, Butters is really glad to have you by his side. He was really wishing that he had this kind of affection with his family, but since it's with you he doesn't mind it.💛💛💛💛

Request completed✅✅✅✅

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saltsprite · 1 year

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ALL THE FANFIC ASK MEMES and go in descending order from most recent works with [insert fic]

i dont know why i thought you wouldnt do this to me

@steine-druff & @ckerouac yall buckle up too here we go

(from questions for fic writers)

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) tame! it’s short, very sweet, kinda domestic, easy peasy

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? in this order, 1-5: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Oral Sex; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Light Angst. .........yeah it me LOL

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? well apparently my writing is very Horny lmao but i try to switch it up regularly and explore new things, so i don’t know that i can pin down just one thing! if i really had to, i try to write like a good film that holds the camera on its actors to just let their scenes breathe and their actors act

4. What detail in [tame] are you really proud of? cobb calling grogu ‘sweet pea’ hehe <3

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [secretary]? Answer it now! Q: is Din a little tsundere there? A: yes >;3

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [pearls before beskar] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself? pearls are a bitch to clean ;3

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? i made two OCs to live in Mos Pelgo/Freetown, both completely accidentally named after towns in Texas -- a young woman named Odessa, and a big burly dude (gender-neutral) with a huge beard named Sweetwater

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? i can’t really think of any! i also don’t usually adapt things 1:1 from anything, so even when i do take inspiration from a song it’s more about the general vibe or expanding on an idea in the lyrics

9. How do you find new fic to read? i... need to get better at it ;lkdfj;ald

10. How do you decide what to write? first and foremost it has to Vibe hard enough that i can spin off from that initial kernel of an idea

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is? i spend most of my time in DinCobb, but i am deeply fond of BobaCobb. like obviously DinCobb scratches a deep cowboy itch, but with BobaCobb, there’s just such an interesting dynamic of them both having (essentialy) worn Jango’s soul. it’s a profoundly tight thread that binds them together, reinforced by their mutual friendships with Din, that i just cannot get enough of

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? “tropes”, more like “kinks” LMAO -- which is to say, that’s for me to know and you to try and figure out while you read my smut

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? really just depends on who writes it!

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? YES. anything involving a power dynamic that’s kinda icky irl (like doctor/patient). also f/f version of a m/m ship. also BobaFen.

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? that same old song and dance -- the one where Cobb and Din are both young bounty hunters hired on the same job and it goes tits-up when Cobb is accidentally drugged, and they fuck after they save each other and the drugs wear off; and then meet again in canon

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)? im gonna fucken write a DinCobb Evangelion someday fuckin WATCH ME

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? oh i already wrote that LOLLLLL my precious DinCobb Utena AU

18. If you wrote a sequel to [rabbit heart], what would it involve? take that predator trope and suplex it to break its neck by having wolf!Din become Cobb’s homemaker, so that jackalope!Cobb can come home to a happy pup of a man

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [sugar pie, honey bun(ny)], what would it involve? Fennec Shand with her fingers in her ears plotting out how much dick and pussy she’ll need to forget about this

20. If you wrote a prequel to [sweet like strawberry], what would it involve? oooohhh their first meeting, i think

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [once bitten, twice shy], what would it be? ch2, Raylan gets his hat back smelling like Ezra and only once he’s home and the door is locked he’s shoving his nose into the sweatband to huff Ezra’s smell and try not to jerk off about it (and fail)

22. Who is your favorite character in [four times lucky] and why? Boba Fett LMAO cheeky bastard <3

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? lovers to enemies >:]

24. Are there any easter eggs in [take my revolution], and if so, what are they? as im typing out “ah jeez i don’t even use easter eggs” i am reminded that i am a stinky liar, i absolutely put Kaoru Miki and Himemiya Anthy in my Utena AU fic. i was gonna have a scene where Utena herself appears but i could never figure out how to do it gracefully so i gave up on that (because the trick to AUs is actually to change the AU to fit the characters, not to change the characters to fit the AU, so if i can’t do it gracefully then it’s a sign that the idea is shit)

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? Wookieepedia, thesaurus

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue? oh fuck these are both good challenges,,,,,,, at this point i’d say “fic that’s only dialogue” for the challenge

27. How long did it take to write [the ground you walk on]? Describe the process. aka the one with the Boot Stuff. process was to 1) watch Cobb Vanth’s glorious return in TBOBF 2) get horny as fuck 3) whip this out in like a day in a fervent fugue state

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who? hahahahaha i never beta :’)

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [shrouded]? Explain your choices if you want! beautiful stranger, by halsey; want to be missed, by hayley kiyoko. idk why but the sapphics tap into a level of gay yearning that nears divinity for me

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter? ohhh definitely my 34k DinCobb Utena AU, so far. it taught me that outlines are what drive your story, if you don’t have an outline to fish-bone off of you’re gonna have a bad time

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write? 4k-ish? max

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read? tbh my upper limit is about 30k these days. not everything needs to be 100k!

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read? this is so subjective based on the overall length of story haha but i usually only do oneshots

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life? any cats named Rusty, parental issues, anything a character does out of Responsibility

35. What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life? first of all they’re fictional space DILFs, my complete and thorough opposite,

36. Do you visualize what you read/write? YES, it’s the second step in the process. step 1, VIBES. step 2, SEE IT. step 3, ATTEMPT TO DESCRIBE

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it? y’know what? i think i’ll do a couple. 1) waste not -- far as i know im the first to use the Virgin Cobb Vanth tag and you best believe i am smug as shit about that. he’s a lone wolf!! Mos Pelgo isn’t a place for him to live, it’s a place to protect!! 2) that same old song and dance -- it’s mentioned elsewhere in this post but i’ll plug it here again just because it was so much fun to write and i want people to like my dumb children

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful? salt in the wound, maybe! my first BobaCobb. i remain surprised that BobaCobb is so rare as it is, given the incomprehensibly intricate ways in which canon now binds these two together. but i think i was one of the first(ish) writers to feel like they needed their own fic space, and not just be in the background as leftovers from other pairings

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who? everyone who mentioned that outlines help them write <3

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person? ohhhh i reread. i likes my comforts foods :3

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” that’s what you’re good at, by ghost_teeth like.......... shit, fam.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason? ohhhhh, yes. a very sweet reader once said they liked my take on Din Djarin so much, they’d want me to write a whole novel of him TT^TT <3

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written? n/a

44. If you take/write prompts: do you prefer dialogue or scenario/narrative prompts? n/a

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic? pacing, i think, and being willing to let go of scenes that might not entirely fit

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write? pc for sure. i can write on my phone, but i prefer a keyboard. feels like the ideas come out faster on keyboard!

47. If [da capo (or: to the beginning)] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes. the shoes you bought for an occasion that you didn’t think you’d like all that much, but are now part of your usual rotation

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? Hallmark Meeting! it’s cute and deliciously smutty

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! i’m gonna try my hand at some original long fic that i can hopefully shop around! I don’t think. I kiss him. Or, rather: I tumble head-first into the sweet cavern of his mouth. By the flat of his tongue, he tucks me into the space where his top front teeth meets his soft palate and holds me there, safe and secreted. He holds me there, across my cheek, at my waist; he is the bank of my river, guiding me to flow into his lap. A blessing, his hands. Diligent, his kiss.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about! there needs to be more anime in Mandalorian fic, and i mean that in ways i cannot fully articulate. like,,,,,,, not anime AUs necessarily but themes and storytelling styles and tropes more common in non-Western media

#fanfic #ask meme #questions for fic writers #dincobb #ao3 #bobacobb

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4dtk · 2 years

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how do you think 127 would react when they're horny as fuck but s/o is on their period?

tried to keep it as gender-neutral as possible! this is for all the horny bitches with coochies

warnings: face-fucking, deep-throating, handjob, blowjob, grinding (clothed), mutual masturbation, somewhat shower sex

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

→ TAEIL would be content with a hand job tbh, i see him really liking your hands. he doesn’t want you doing the work with your body so he just borrows your hand instead and the whole thing is very soft and gentle. occasionally would want a blowjob or two but this man just wills himself to hold it in or get off himself if he gets hand in the period of your cycle.

“mmhm,” taeil sighs into your neck, hiding his face in it while his hot breaths cause goosebumps to appear. he’s immersed in pleasure as your hand travel up and down his length, pumping his cum out of him until he’s whining. the grasp on your thigh hurts, but you don’t get much thought to it when taeil squirms in your embrace.

taeil’s muscles and body freezes as he spurts his load into your hand, providing even more lubrication for your hand to travel along his cock. it creates the squelching noises that it usually does with your cunt, but quicker, and more frequent, teasing taeil through the overstimulation until he’s bucking his hips into your squeezing hand desperately.

→ JOHNNY is def down to stick his dick down your throat, but he doesn’t want to be the only one to cum so he would settle for you on his thigh, or maybe just clit stimulation. apologises for making you cum into your pad/soaking your tampon through like he didn’t prompt you to give you the best orgasm in your life (you roll your eyes at him as you get up to change your pad/tampon but you enjoyed it either way lol).

“that’s it, take it- fuck-!” johnny moans, thighs shaking at how deep his dick goes. seeing him in your throat drives him crazy. his hands are sore from gripping the headboard so tightly, and you gurgle on his cum that’s flowing down your throat that you have to slowly recover from it.

johnny cheekily grins, patting your cheek lightly before removing his cock from your lips and instead shifts you to sit in between his legs. you’re confused, the now cool heat pack laying on your stomach before the man behind you pries your legs open. the questions come quickly, but johnny soothes you softly with pecks onto your neck, stopping your curiosity and replacing it with moans of your own as he touches your neglected clit. “can’t leave my baby hanging, now, can i?”

→ YUTA i feel would lowkey be down for period sex, it’s just a HUNCH but would hate the clean-up. i mean if the blood’s on you or him then he doesn’t mind, but the act of changing the sheets makes him kinda dread it so he would definitely take it to the bathroom. if you aren’t down he’ll probably also be just like johnny and make you cum via rubbing on your clit IN the bathroom as you stroke him tbh. mutual masturbation <3

your hand clutch tightly onto yuta’s shoulders, burying your face into it as he runs his fingers over you sensitive clit. he partially protects you from the incoming shower, long hair sticking to his forehead due to the water. you would probably laugh at if it wasn’t for your boyfriend’s incredibly high libido, with you as the victim.

“mmf- yuta, please, can you please move,” it was said as more of a statement, a breathy laugh leaving his lips that dissolves into a moan when you continue your strokes on his length. the bathroom echoes with the mix of profanities and groans and soon yuta releases onto your thigh with a whine, shivering at the way his breath dances across your ear as you cum as well. “you see those chunks… that’s the shit we’ll have to deal with if we did it on the bed.”

→ TAEYONG would probably take care of the problem himself to be honest. the last thing he wants is to bring discomfort to you if you a.have cramps, b. is cranky from your period or c. just generally not fond of orgasming when you’re on your period. would excuse himself to the bathroom to relief himself or just try not to think about it until it passes.

“t-taeyong? do you need some help?” you’re frowning as you eye the bulge showing in his sweatpants, possibly morning wood or a brush of your hand on his pelvis. even he isn’t sure since he’s woken up groggy and with a mild headache. taeyong only shoots you a sympathetic smile and a kiss to your forehead before he hurries to the bathroom.

pulling down his pants, he groans at the already erect dick that twitches to the sudden exposure. wrapping a hand around it, he tries his best to stifle the soft moans leaving his lips as he pumps his cock up and down with his pre-cum helping him just a bit. maybe next month he’d ask you to give him a blowjob instead, since fucking his fist definitely couldn’t compare to your warm mouth.

→ DOYOUNG reluctantly asks you for the sucky suck lol, but once he’s in your mouth, he regrets holding back at first. would try his best to let you do your thing but his hands tangle themselves up into your hair pretty often and he has to refrain from pushing you down onto his cock LMAO. he’s just one horny lad.

“why’re you always so shy, baby?” you smile onto his tip, swirling your tongue around it that doyoung can only watch with a face that screams pleasure. you stay there for a bit, and you’re confident doyoung can settle with simply his tip in your mouth, but you know that he wants more, and so you give him what he wants.

your relaxed throat takes him in easily, deep-throating him to get his cock right to the back of your mouth that draws a long moan out from your boyfriend. soon, you can feel his hands finding purchase in your hair that pulls at the roots, your own fair share of whines causing vibrations on his dick. doyoung pants, hard, and you focus your best on taking his seed down your throat and ignoring the throbbing in between your legs.

→ JAEHYUN is one to propose that you won’t need to do anything, but secretly wants you to grind on him or sum lol. he’s freaky like that. is super uneasy that you notice and the first few months when you get together jaehyun actually didn’t want to voice it out. it’s only when he brought it up in the first year that now whenever he has that look in your eye, you’re already moving to sit on top of him.

“you’re giving me that look again,” you say with a raised eyebrow, briefly lifting his shirt to reveal his hardening cock. it’s accentuated so well against his sweatpants that you can’t help but give in, letting him guide you across his hips with each thigh on either side. gently you settle down right onto his crotch, the friction already providing a bit of pleasure as he throws his head back.

“c’mon, lovely, that’s right, grind on me- hah…” jaehyun digs his nails into your hips, overwhelmed by how your middle feels on his clothed cock. jaehyun sits up, burying his face into your chest before attempting to push his hips off the bed. the friction is gratifying, and jaehyun chases his high while you grind down harder and harder with soft moans leaving both your lips.

→ JUNGWOO is a sweetheart, doesn’t want you to do anything that would provide you discomfort tbh, but he would still want to get off though lol. also another one that would hold back on face-fucking you at first, but would go mental once your mouth is on his dick. bit more intense than doyoung is.

jungwoo has his hands on your hair, groaning through his words that he can’t get enough of your mouth, of your tongue and you can only choke in response, looking up at him with innocent eyes that makes him increase the pace of his hips. you’re fumbling around for jungwoo’s thighs, clutching tightly onto it as he ruts into you.

“hnn- fuck, (y/n)! it’s coming, sweetheart, ‘m cumming-“ he’s cumming in the next second, with repeated chants of your name while he rides put his high. stilling in your mouth, he shoots his load continuously, leaving a string to stick to your lips when you pull away. with a sly grin, jungwoo pulls you to his chest, hand ghosting over your core with the question of whether you wanted to relief the uneasiness from sucking him off

→ MARK is another dude who would try to excuse himself to go jerk off in the bathroom or something but he caves very easily. with either your offer or a innocent question or just a gesture, mark weighs the outcomes and it seems pretty alright as long as he doesn’t see blood. he’s fine with it, perfectly fine, but when it sees it it automatically makes him think that he’s hurt you or something and even though you reassure him, he panics, HARD. poor guy

“you- are you bleeding more because of this?” the question makes you laugh a little, explaining in between you palming his erection and his moans that sure, it definitely would push out more blood, but it was strictly blood, but also arousal that’s built up. mark is keen to learn, but not right now when your hand is applying pressure to his sensitive parts.

mark groans when you stick your hand into his pants, finally, feeling your thumb brush over his tip that pushes out bead after bead of pre-cum. you stroke him through the fabric, the friction enough to make him buck his hips to meet your hand. it makes you grin, how needy he becomes once your hand makes contact and soon he cums with his hand tightly gripping onto your wrist, mouth dropped open in an ‘O’ and eyebrows scrunched together. it’s beautiful.

→ HAECHAN coaxes you into almost period sex, like probably using a toy on yourself or stimulating your clit while he strokes himself bc tbh he doesn’t want blood on his dick. trust me, he has nothing against periods, buys your items for you, cleans your sheets when you stain them, y’know, but it kinda makes him think that he’s hurting you (like mark), but mostly bc he can’t wrap his head around using your blood as lube which idk just feels weird to him. mutual masturbation but your hands are on your own bodies.

“you feelin’ good, angel?” you answer with a barely audible yes, manoeuvring your hand on your clit, while haechan stays focused on your features stretched beyond pleasure. just like usual, your mouth produces the most delicious sounds, using that to spur him on to stroke his cock faster and faster.

haechan imagines it’s your pussy sinking down on him instead, but it’s what he has to settle with until your cycle’s over. your pleas sends haechan moaning like a pornstar, hardly caring for the volume before he shoots his cum across him. it barely misses your legs, but instead lands dangerously close to your clothed cunt before the knot in you snaps, too, body twitching to no end before your lips stretch into a sigh. “that was good.”

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finn-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Angry / hate sex with Alcina?) NSFW

Alcina fucking you dumb with a strap on. Enjoy. I don't know why I gave this so much plot, but I did. This is over a thousand words of plot and like 500 words of smut.

Nsfw!Lady Dimitrescu x Reader Drabble

Warnings include degradation like the use of the term slut and pathetic. This is hate sex but with explicit consent. Reader is written as gender-neutral, and without any description of their genitalia other than their 'hole'

Heisenberg's factory was usually agonizingly warm or freezing cold. Nowhere seemed to be anywhere in between. You generally blamed it on the metal walls and floors, and the ever-running machinery. But somedays the Lord himself was seemingly able to cool down a room by 30 odd degrees just by stepping in when he was having a bad day.

This was clearly one of those days.

"Fucking hell, I'm so fucking tired of that oversized, full of herself, prissy bitch!" He threw himself down into a chair across from you, as dramatic as ever. "Fucking Miranda says I need to send her one of the new soldat designs. I swear to god, I'd rather eat screws."

It was easy enough to tune him out at this point. You had been working for Heisenberg for a while now, and his rants were nothing new. You simply made some affirmative noises at him here and there and he would be content. Of course, the unintended downside of this was the fact that you weren't listening when he came up with his new greatest idea. And you managed to nod and 'mhm' your way into being his scapegoat, sent to the slaughter.

You could go bring the plans to Castle Dimitrescu. And no matter how much you argued with him about it, you found yourself pushed out the door with an armful of designs.

This wouldn't have been such a problem perhaps if you hadn't been working for Heisenberg for this long. But you had, and the two of you were fairly close. Close enough for him to take you to a meeting with the lords, and for you to get into an argument with Lady Dimitrescu. Needless to say, she wasn't exactly fond of you. You at least knew that Heisenberg would probably light her castle on fire if she killed you, so you were safe going there on business matters.

Theoretically at least.

And so you trudged through the snow, alternating between cursing Heisenberg, Lady Dimitrescu, and Mother Miranda's names. The castle loomed over you as you approached, far less warm than the factory was. And significantly less welcoming considering the fact that its residents would probably love nothing more than to tear you limb from limb. Delightful.

Pushing open the large, imposing doors, you shook the snow off of your boots before getting completely swarmed by a mix of flies and young women. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Soon enough though, they had all properly coalesced into a humanoid form and they were tugging you around like three dogs with one chew toy.

"It's Heisenberg's pet!" "Did he send us anything?" "Do you think it's scared of us?"

You knew by this point that it was easier to ignore them, lest you accidentally do something that they perceived as an insult. They were not afraid to bite. You had found that out the hard way.

They stopped quick enough when the tell-tale click of the Lady's heels came down the stairs. She was blocked from your vision, but no one else had quite the same presence.

"Girls. You know better than to harass guests." Her voice was clear as a bell, and the girls quickly scampered away from you. "Ah, I see my brother was...unable to come himself. He sent you instead? This is not the business of little assistants, he should know this already."

Gods, she was just as insufferable as every other time you met. She looked at you like you were nothing more than a lapdog. You did your best to ignore the flush you could feel on the back of your neck. Gods she was so tall compared to you. You settled for rolling your eyes at her words. You knew that not even the threat of Heisenberg's wrath would save you if you dared to blatantly insult her in her own home.

She turned back to the stairs, elegantly gesturing for you to follow. She reached the steps before turning to question why you were not following. Your hesitance and confusion evidently showed on your face.

"I'm not quite so uncivilized as my brother is. I will not entertain a guest in the entrance hall. Even if it is simply one of his dogs."

You bit your tongue so hard it drew blood as you followed her. The audacity! You weren't Heisenberg's dog! And that should not have made you feel flustered!

The Lady led into a simple sitting room, and she sat down, pouring herself a glass of wine before looking at you.

"Heisenberg was supposed to give me those designs and an explanation of what he needs to make them. I am going to assume you are able to explain in his place."

Maybe you should've listened better to Karl's rant. No, it was fine. You knew the soldats as well as he did. And so you handed over his designs, which she barely glanced at, and began to explain. You were able to fall into a groove as you talked about the specimens necessary for a functional soldat, this was stuff you knew!

You were quite abruptly snapped out of this groove when she waved her hand to cut you off. "I fail to see how his metallic pet projects are of any use. At least my wine is enjoyable."

Naturally, you blew up at her. You could only handle so much disrespect, and this was too much. You had put blood sweat and tears into those 'metallic pet projects'.

Bad idea. Awful idea. Perhaps the worst idea you had ever had. She stood up slowly, her carefully held expression was barely hiding her rage. You were reminded for the second time today, how small you were next to her. She loomed over you now, looking down at you. Your face was hot. You would've put it down to the residual anger if your breath didn't catch in your throat when she grabbed your chin with a hand so you couldn't look away.

"Of course Heisenberg wouldn't train his pet properly," she said. "Now I'm feeling quite generous, so get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. I might let you leave in one piece."

This was humiliating, but you knew she wasn't kidding. And the idea of being on your knees for her really didn't seem that bad-No! Nope. No. Bad thoughts. And yet you shakily dropped to your knees in front of her. Your self-preservation instincts were what got you a solid position at the factory, you had to rely on them now.

"I...am sorry ma'am." You told her, looking at the ground. You couldn't trust your voice not to shake if you looked up at her. "I was rude and that was uncalled for. Please, please forgive me for being so rude."

"I didn't expect you to listen so well. What a pleasant surprise." When you looked up, she was smiling at you. It made you think of a shark, sizing you up. "I'm sure that was all the explanation I really needed, so now you have two choices, darling." The pet name caught you off guard, but not as much as what happened next.

"You could leave, and run back to my oafish brother, or you could stay a little longer and I'll teach you to behave as a good pet should." She reached down to caress the side of your face, leaving her intent clear.

"I, what?"

"I see the way you look at me, not even everything Heisenberg tells you about me makes you less flustered when I'm near you. Seems a shame to waste such a cute little thing. My brother would ruin you, unfortunately."

You should leave. Go back to the factory and forget this ever happened. Instead, you nodded dumbly at her.

"You can do better than that. Either tell me you want me to fuck you, or be on your way." You shivered, you had never heard her say anything so vulgar before.

"Please fuck me, ma'am," You said quietly.

This was good enough, as you were pulled to your feet and into her arms. You were trying to make sense of the situation and she brought you to her room, laying you on her bed.

"I suggest you prepare yourself, I have no inclination to be gentle with you." You scrambled to obey her when you saw what she pulled out of a drawer. A long, thick, black strap on. You were practically drooling already. When had you become so desperate?

You watched her as your prepared yourself. She let her dress pool at her feet when she slipped it off her shoulders. The lingerie underneath was black and lacy. The lace seemed to mimic the roses she was so fond of. You whimpered as you saw her put on the strap on, securing the harness on her hips.

When she turned back to you, she seemed satisfied with your obedience.

"I've always thought it such a shame that Heisenberg got such a cute little pet. He just about ruined you, making you so argumentative. I've wanted to teach you a lesson ever since I first saw you."

She wasn't going to be gentle with you, you could tell even in the way she grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the bed and pinning you. You weren't complaining though, not even thinking of how you'd explain the bruises she was inevitably going to leave.

When she pressed the tip to your hole, you registered how big it truly was. You whined into the sheets.

"You're such a stupid slut, aren't you darling? Come over here to yell at me and end up like this? Pathetic."

You couldn't even reply, because she had thrust into you and you could no longer think. It was so big and she seemed to know exactly how to fuck you dumb.

Your hands were grasping desperately at the sheets and broken moans were being pulled from your lips. Gods, you couldn't even think like this, with her hands on your hips and her strap on hitting the perfect spot inside of you. It was so big, and you felt like she might just break you. You didn't even think you'd complain if she did.

You were trying to rock back against her, but she held you still, treating you like nothing more than a toy. When you tried to complain, you were cut off by her hand moving to your throat.

"Take what I give you, you don't get to demand anything here, slut."

#nsft text #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #finnwrites

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summary: you and the princess share a love that was never meant to be.

pairing: princess!chaeryeong x gender neutral!tutor!reader

genres: angst, royalty au (you're lying if you say that the thought of princess chaer doesn't make you want to cry)

warnings: the pretentious bitch in me kinda jumped out lmao

word count: 0.5k

note: i was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to write a royalty au so here we are. i already have an idea for part 2 so lmk if you'd be interested! reblogs are always appreciated.

requests are open

[16:04]

you sighed in disapproval, fingers abruptly ceasing the sweet melody that had filled the room moments ago. your eyes regarded your pupil - it felt strange to call her that, you were only two years her senior - as she huffed. you had heard tall tales of the princess long before and after you had been hired to tutor her in music. stories of her cold demeanour and equally frigid countenance were commonplace, especially to ears like yours that were guilty of curiosity.

yet, she was far from what you had expected. her glacial expressions would often melt away into something far more innocent when you had the privilege of having her all to yourself. it had been two years since you first met her - and once since her declaration of great fondness for you - and yet your heart would still flutter at each meek smile. strangely, she had chosen not to slip off her emotionless mask today.

your brows knotted as she said nothing, stubbornly studying the piano as though it held the answer to the universe in its pearly tiles.

“my love, what’s wrong? this is the third time you’ve started too late.”

chaeryeong was beginning to resemble the pale marble statues that decorated the castle’s gardens. that’s when you noticed it; the glass-like water that began to encase her eyes as they softened. you rose from the velvet seat, reaching for her hands as worry began to eat away at your mind.

your thumb brushed away the first tear that broke loose and she spoke, “they’re planning to get me married, y/n.”

you froze, body petrified.

“there will be a ball soon, to scope out suitors, but they already have a prince in mind.”

you should not have been as surprised as you were. chaeryeong had recently turned twenty, it was natural that her parents would want to have her get married. you were well aware of what was to come the first time you kissed her. you knew that the day would come when either you or chaeryeong would be expected to take on a spouse and that would mean the end of your relationship. but being aware of the consequences did not hurt you any less.

“i don’t want to marry some stranger, y/n. you are the only person that i have ever dreamed of loving,” she finally allowed herself to cry freely, burying her face into the nape of your neck.

“darling,” your voice quivered as you spoke, stroking her hair. “oh, darling, i know.”

“why can’t i marry you? i’m not even meant to be queen, chaeyeon is. why does it matter who i marry?” her voice grew haggard and angry.

you held her tightly, not caring about what others might think if they were to see you like this. nobody else mattered in that moment. not nosy ladies-in-waiting nor unwanted suitors. the only two people that mattered were you and your princess, and you swore that you would ease her mind, at least for a while.

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notepadsandtealeaves · 2 years

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Team Karasuno in: Snow Day? Snow Day!!

Winter Wonderland Series

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list ((pending)) | hq tag | main blog ||

↠ Requested By: The spirit of the season?? Idk man lol… ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW winter-funtimes fluff ((but my blog’s 18+, so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 1.7k~

This is just a lil something I wanted to do for the holidays. It’s nothing major, just some short(ish, because lbr, this is me we’re talking about here lmao) HCs about our volleybae’s seasonal/holiday habits. Speaking of which—this isn’t Christmas-specific, so no worries if that’s not your holiday of choice.

I’ll be doing this for all of the major teams, which means things may get a bit repetitive, but I’ve done my best to (hopefully) avoid that.

But anyways! I’ve gone on long enough. I’ll leave you to read (and hopefully) enjoy…

|| A Snow Day, You Say??

❄ Note: The sections that have their name in bold font are what I imagine to be their default setting.

❄ 2 Hyped Crew

Lives for snow days, absolutely cannot wait for them. Probably knew this was coming even before the meteorologist and has been planning accordingly lol. Definitely May or may not have taken the day off for this. Has all the fixings ready to go—from cold weather gear to warm drinks and things you probably never knew you needed but totally do, they’ve got you covered.

Asahi A. | C. Ennoshita ((dude’s always had his shit together, tbh)) | Daichi S. | H. Yachi ((between her fear of potentially losing an extremity to frostbite and her natural love of planning this isn’t exactly surprising)) | I. Takeda ((definitely a planner, it’s the teacher in him lol)) | K. Narita ((out of all the people listed here he’s probably the most chill about it lol)) | K. Sugawara ((ngl, he’s the kind that’ll wake you up at some ungodly because he’s just that hyped)) | Kiyoko S. | S. Hinata | Saeko T. ((not so much on the preparedness tip, but her enthusiasm for snow days is unmatched)) | T. Yamaguchi ((he absolutely LOVES the snow, so much so that he’d been tracking the cold front for damn near a week before it landed lmao)) | Y. Nishinoya

❄ It Snowing??

Somehow wasn’t aware that it was going to snow at all, despite the season… and the forecast… and your excited babbles beforehand. Still, they’re more than willing to get out there with you and enjoy the day.

Daichi S. ((look, being a cop is tiring/hard, okay, so sometimes stuff slips his notice)) | H. Kinoshita ((not oblivious as much as he’s just indifferent to it all lol)) | K. Sugawara ((tho he has no idea how he managed to be so oblivious to this when he teaches small children)) | K. Ukai ((I’m sorry, but this man can be unobservant af lol)) | R. Tanaka | T. Kageyama ((I love Kags, I swear I do, but he just gives me Wii Store Music vibes lmao; honey doesn’t know what’s going on like 67% of the time))

❄ Yeah, but Snow’s Gross Tho :/

Did not know and-or does not care that today’s a snow day. They’re not overly fond of colder temperatures in general so adding snow to the mix is… not ideal to say the least. Still, they love the hell out of you, and said love will see them braving the elements—just don’t expect them to like it. ((spoiler: they end up enjoying it more than either of you expected if for no other reason than they like spending time with you.))

K. Tsukishima ((stubborn as all hell, will not bend on this… well until you give him The Eyes™, anyway)) | R. Tanaka ((don’t ask me why, but he just gives me the vibe that he doesn’t like being too cold; won’t bitch about it tho because that’s not ~manly~)) | T. Kageyama ((absolutely hates the way the cold effects his fingers, i.e. the stiffness; he’ll do everything in his power to try and convince you to stay inside with him lol))

|| Playing Outside Gives You So Much More Room for Activities

❄ A Battle for the (Ice) Ages

They have only two words for you:

Snowball War.

And they do mean war, btw. This isn’t just some happy-funtimes tossing of snowballs. They want to absolutely pulverize the opposition, so you had better hope that you end up on their team for your own sake lmao. Goes all the way in, naturally. Builds a fort, makes a stockpile of snowballs (regulation, per your demands), and pulls everyone in the neighborhood—hell even those outside of it, if they can manage it—into the madness. Definitely calls up all of your friends to join in the fun as well.

Daichi S. ((definitely Pied Piper’s the neighborhood kids into this mess we don’t call him ‘Dadchi’ for nothing lol, tho he goes a bit easy on them, naturally)) | H. Kinoshita ((generally he is calm and collected, but he's also a part of this team so…)) | I. Takeda ((potentially a semi-hot take, but look me in the eye and tell me that this man doesn’t have a feral streak, I dare you)) | K. Sugawara | K. Tsukishima ((but like only if he’s feeling extra salty lol)) | K. Ukai ((if he’s feeling saucy/isn’t too tired from work)) | T. Kageyama ((will blast a kid in the face with a snowball with absolutely no remorse)) | S. Hinata ((he’s the one that hits Kags in retaliation for blasting said kid, a fistfight ensues, Sho wins but only because the kid helps him lmao)) | Saeko T. ((ngl, she’s here purely to cause discord lmao; will also team up with her little bro and Noya to wreck shop)) | Y. Nishinoya ((this cute lil ball of energy has absolutely NO chill…)) | R. Tanaka ((a bit more chill about it than Noya, but that’s not saying much lol; he’s still gonna do some damage))

❄ The Chill Ones™

These folks have a bit more chill about things. They aren’t opposed to a good snowball fight, but they’re not going to go to the same extremes as the others. They’re pretty much down to do whatever, tbh. You want to make snow angels? Cool, leggo. Perhaps you’d rather sit back and watch the snowfall, maybe even catch a few of the frozen flakes on your tongue? They’re all about it. Hell, even if you wanted to attempt to make a sentient snowman via some dark arts type ish, they are 100% down. They’re here for it/you.

Asahi. A ((he definitely uses the cold as an excuse to keep you close)) | C. Ennoshita | Daichi S. | H. Kinoshita | H. Yachi ((tho she’d admittedly rather have a plan in place, she’s noticed that since meeting you her anxieties aren’t nearly so bad as they once were)) | K. Narita ((this dude’s vibes are immaculate, tbh, we love to see it)) | K. Ukai ((we’ve all seen how chill this dude can be, he has that ish down to a science, truly, so it is hardly surprising that this is his default state)) | K. Sugawara ((doesn’t really care what you get into, tbh, he just wants to spend some time with his baby)) | Kiyoko S. | S. Hinata ((once you let him burn off a good chunk of his energy he’s surprisingly chill)) | T. Yamaguchi

❄ Hates the Cold, Loves You

These are the people that would much rather be enjoying the snow from behind the warm comfort of a window, and yet somehow you managed to get them outside anyways. Much like the abovementioned group, they’re here for you, ultimately, so whatever it is you want to do is what’s being done. May or may not gripe a bit—it really just depends on how cold they are lol—but not to the point where they make you feel guilty. After all it was their decision to accompany you, and if you’re just going to make a day of it, it may as well be a good one, yanno?

((Side note: pls be kind and periodically take them in to warm up/grab a snack, and don’t keep them out too long. In some cases there’s a v. good reason why they’re not overly fond of cold weather, and it’s due in large part to how it affects them physically.))

K. Tsukishima ((he’s gonna bitch for the first little bit, but as he starts to loosen up you’ll notice that his bids to go back inside disappear altogether; don’t comment on it tho, or he’ll start back up just to mess with you lol)) | R. Tanaka | T. Kageyama

❄ That Good Rom-Com Experience

This lot totally wants that Hallmark rom-com experience. Expect to run through all of the classic tropes—from those cute/sweet lil nose nuzzling kisses to holding hands while you lazily drift around the rink to legit frolicking through the snow, you’re gonna do it all.

Definitely takes a grip of pictures/vids for the Gram, complete with sweet lil captions; they are absolutely gonna rub your cuteness in the internet’s collective face with a slew of Couple’s Goals-esque posts lol.

Asahi A. ((he’s gonna want to hit up some fun outdoor events, esp. ones showcasing ice art and the like, and the resulting pics will be *chef’s kiss*)) | C. Ennoshita ((he is so damn sweet about the whole thing; he’s not super into social media, but he won’t mind if you wanna put up the pics on your accounts)) | H. Yachi ((this girl is hella soft for you; she can be a bit camera shy so majority of your pics involve her burying her face against you ;n;)) | I. Takeda ((this is probably the more standard experience with him; dude gives me those good storybook romance vibes and I am SO here for it)) | K. Narita | K. Sugawara | K. Tsukishima ((he hate’s social media with a weirdly intense passion—well aside from Twitter b/c he loves that particular brand of drama lol—but will still insist that you post about your date on your accounts)) | Kiyoko S. ((what can she say—you make her soft 💖, tho like Ennoshita she’s not too big on social media in general)) | R. Tanaka ((will push past his disdain for the snow to Do It For You; seeing your smile makes the small bit of discomfort more than worth it)) | S. Hinata | Saeko T. ((she absolutely loves showing her baby off, so expect to take a grip of pictures; her favorites always get printed out and pinned to the memory board that she keeps over her bed—bless ;n;)) | T. Kageyama ((lbr, this man’s socials are like 60% volleyball stuff, 40% you)) | T. Yamaguchi ((this precious bby stay droppin’ cute couple pics on all his socials)) | Y. Nishinoya ((what he lacks in chill, he makes up for in, well being really fucking cute lol; so many pics, many of them blurred because he’s usually in the middle of kissing you/pinching your cheek/backflipping over a snowman))

No matter your chosen beau or belle, or how the day plays out, it’ll always end the same: the pair of you curled up together under a blanket, warm drinks in hand to chase away the chill from your bones, and a smile on your lips and you bask in the afterglow of a snow day well spent.

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kitsunekissesxo · 4 years

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Demon Bros Pet Names HCs and Scenarios

Demon Brothers Pet Names Headcanons and Kiss Scenarios

Summary: Headcanons of the brother’s petnames for you, vice versa, gender neutral MC, fluff kisses <3

Warnings: Implied nsfw, suggestive, somewhat explicit

Lucifer:

Oh, Lucifer. This man may seem cold but on the inside, and when the two of you are alone, he’s the biggest softie. Like, big softie.

His pet names are more...traditional, if you will. He absolutely despises pet names such as baby, babe, honey, etc., so don’t expect him to use them. If you use them on him, expect a wrinkled nose and a grimace.

His personal favorites are my beloved, my rose, my darling, my love, my dear. He’s very possessive of you and intends to make sure his pet names for you further prove that.

He allows you to call him Luci and LuLu when you’re alone, and, even though he vehemently denies it, he finds it incredibly endearing. Other than that, he isn’t very fond of pet names for himself.

However, he simply adores when you call him your love. He might be possessive of you, but it fills him with so much pride knowing that you want others to know he’s yours as well.

During sex, you 100% call him Daddy and Sir if you’re into that. If not, his love-making is so intense that you can only manage to utter out his name- and he loves that. It really strokes his ego wink wink

Lucifer absolutely adores calling you princess/my prince during sex, no matter what the mood is. He finds the way it makes your face flush irresistible.

“Luuuuciiiiii,” you whined out impatiently, attempting to get your boyfriend’s attention. He’d had his nose stuck in paperwork for hours now and you were in some serious need of attention. “You haven’t so much as looked up at me in the past, like, 10 hours,” you pouted.

Finally he raised his head to lock eyes with you. Dark circles marred his beautifully pale skin, showing the effect of the overwhelming workload he was forcing himself to push through. You felt your heart ache at the sight of him, all signs of impatience leaving you to be replaced with a look of worry.

He gave you a weak smile while resting his head in his hand. All you wanted was to wrap him up in your arms and play with his hair as he napped against your chest. So that’s exactly what you went to do- love him.

You stepped towards him, his tired eyes looking up at you quizically.

“My love, please take a break. You’re exhausted. Please,” you softly pleaded, reaching your hand out to hold his cheek, thumb swiping back and forth soothingly.

He closed his eyes and pressed himself into your hand, letting out a content sigh, bringing his own hand up to hold yours to his face. Your heart swelled with love- early on the in the relationship, he’d flinch when you’d try to touch him. Now he treasured every carress you had to offer.

“Come here darling,” he murmured, motioning for you to climb into his lap. You did as he asked, straddling his lap and lacing your hands together at the nape of his neck.

The way he looked at you with such adoration made your heart race. You leaned down to capture his lips in a sweet, loving kiss. His hands came up to press you closer to him, one hand threading into your hair and the other pressing on your lower back. Your fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

He pulled away slightly to whisper against your lips,

“You always know how to stir up these feelings in me, my dear.”

Mammon:

This man adores the cheesy petnames. Like the tsundere he is though, he denies it with a blush so intense it reaches his ears.

He doesn’t even use petnames for you when your relationship first begins. The tsundere is strong with this one.

At first, it seems like all he ever wants to call you is “his human”. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed

Until one fateful day, he called you. You picked up the phone eagerly and to your surprise he uttered out a, “Hey babe, are ya busy right now? Ya better not be- come to my room asap.”

Needless to say, you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat

Mammon’s pet names of choice include, but aren’t limited to, sugar, baby doll, dollface, doll, baby, babe, honey bun/honey bunny

He loves anything that will make you smile, though. It’s his favorite thing in the whole world.

During intimate times he mainly sticks to calling you baby and baby doll, expect him to desperately moan that into the crook of your neck as he begs you to continue

He blushes, stammers, tells you to stop, but then tells you to not stop when you call him pet names. He not-so-secretly loves it, and you know it.

You like to call him mammonie, monmon, baby/babe, handsome, and my prince. Just to mess with him and to see that cute flush of red on his gorgeous tan skin. It’s also undeniably cute and cheesy

During sex, he absolutely adores being called baby boy. It really gets him going. This boy is a sub

You were scribbling school notes in your notepad, studying for the upcoming exam when your D.D.D rang. You sighed, setting your pencil down and reaching for your D.D.D to see who was interrupting your study session.

It was Mammon.

Of course it was. You adored him, you really did, but his timing was pretty awful. You answered and put the phone up to your ear with your shoulder so you could continue copying down some notes that Satan so generously lent you.

“Yo, yo, yo! Babe, are ya busy? Ya better not be- come to my room asap!” He exclaimed happily.

The phone fell from your shoulder and onto your notepad. You had felt your heart skip a beat. He called you babe.

“U-uh...MC? MC??? That was an accident. I aint mean it. Just...come to my room. Hello? Human, are ya even there??” He stammered on nervously.

You scrambled to pick the phone up, responding in a teasing tone, “Mammon. Three things. 1: I heard that. 2: I’m studying. 3: I heard you call me that.”

You could hear him huff on the other end. He was seriously too cute, too easily flustered.

“Just drop it, wouldja? I aint mean it! Now get your ass over here- I dont care if you’re studying. No one makes The Great Mammon wait!!”

You could practically see him puff his chest out. You just wanted to engulf him in a hug and ruffle his snowy locks so badly.

With a grin, you taunted, “Okay, babe. I’ll be right over.”

You hung up just as he began to sputter and protest, checked yourself in the mirror, sprayed some perfume/cologne on, and began to make your way to Mammon’s room.

As you reached Mammon’s room, you thanked all your lucky stars that you didn’t run into any of the brothers. Without warning, you swung Mammon’s door open, and he jumped with a shriek.

“Jeez, ya scared the livin’ evil outta me, human!” he exclaimed, clutching his t-shirt near his heart. His cheeks were already tinted a lovely blushed hue against his beautifully tanned skin.

“Awww, sorry Monmon. Didn't mean to startle you,” you poked, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest, beginning to protest that you didn't, in fact, frighten him.

You quickly leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He froze, and you could practically hear his heart race. You pulled away, both hands coming up to the nape of his neck as he just stared at you, mouth slightly open, his face bright red.

“You worry too much, baby.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.

And then he leaned in to return your kiss, hands settling on your lower back gingerly

Needless to say, he began to “accidentally” continue to call you endless pet names. He really did love them and you

Leviathan:

Please, for the love of all things unholy, please let this shy boy call you silly pet names. He adores them, simply because it makes you giggle, and he loves knowing that he’s the one making you laugh

Levi appears as though he doesn’t feel shame, but we know he just hides it really well. However, he still rambles to anyone and everyone about Ruri-chan and anime, so he won’t mind you using pet names for eachother around other people

Because of his anxiety though, he probably won’t be too keen on that idea at first. Will his brothers laugh at him? Surely they’ll think he’s gross and creepy regarding his choice of pet names, right? Wrong. Ensure to him that he doesn’t have to do anything that he isn’t comfortable with, and if anyone judges them then they’re just normies. He’ll love you forever.

Levi’s most used pet names for you are sunshine, cutie, snookums, goofball, and player 2

Sunshine is his personal favorite because humans seem to associate happiness with the sun, and you’re his main source of happiness. So why wouldn’t he call you that?

He also refers to you as his player 2 a lot. You’re not only his lover, but his best friend. His partner in crime. His Henry.

Calling him pet names is undoubtedly one of your favorite things. He stutters, blushes such a deep shade of red, and tries to hide his face behind his hands. Please take ahold of wrists, move them from his face, take hold of his face, and place a kiss on his nose. You want Levi.exe to stop working? K.O’d? Do that.

Your favorite pet names for him are Leviachan, cutie, sweetie, handsome devil, baby boy, my sweet prince, etc. Anything that helps boost his confidence is a good pet name in your book.

During sex, Levi would hardly be able to form a coherent sentence, so I imagine your name would fall from his bitten lips like a mantra

If you’re into it, he would be down to call you master/mistress, 100%

Most of the time you call him baby boy and sweet boy and needy during sex. I HC that he’s very submissive and melts at your endearing yet dominating pet names for him.

We also know it’s canon that Levi has a degradation kink- so use it. Call him a whore, pervert, slut, needy bitch. He’ll let out the sweetest whines and whimpers.

“Levi, sweetie, I promise it’s okay. Nothing happened between Mammon and I. We just went shopping,” You gently explained to a very frazzled Levi.

He was sitting in his gaming chair, anime paused, arms crossed, avoiding your gaze, and pouting. A frown also adorned his troubled features.

He refused to answer you.

“Levi, please speak to me,” you tried again, reaching out to take ahold of his hand.

You offered your hand to him gingerly. He studied it for a moment, and then, with a blush beginning to spread across his cheeks, he complied and laced his fingers with yours. He heaved a sigh as you swiped your thumb against his hand soothingly.

“I know, MC. I trust you. It just makes my blood boil knowing you’re out with him instead of being with me....I don’t really blame you though, I guess. I’m a gross and yucky otaku. I wouldn’t want to hang out with me either,” he grumbled, his voice cracking near the end, along with your heart. You wished so badly he wouldn’t talk so down on himself all the time.

It was time to show Levi just how much he meant to you.

You surged forward to engulf your serpent-like boyfriend in a bone-crushing hug. He let out a squeak, his arms coming up in surprise.

“Leviachan, I wish you saw how much I love you. I love spending time with you. I love playing games with you. I love watching anime with you. I love listening to you rant and ramble about them. I love how passionate you are. You’re so cute when you get like that, yknow?” You murmured to him with as much love as you could muster.

Suddenly his arms were wrapped around you, hugging you tightly to him. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“You normie,” he whispered, “you’re really too much. I think you’re the only person who can find my ranting endearing.”

You pulled away with a pretend frown on your face, lacing your fingers with his once more.

“Normie? Again? Really Leviachan? In what way am I a normie?” You prodded, grinning at him.

He blushed, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I suppose you’re not really that much of a normie. You do nerd out with me, to be fair...” He grinned back at you- a genuine grin, at that. It warmed your heart.

Before you could say anything else, Levi surged forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. It was gone as soon as it was there. You blinked, wide eyed at him. His face was ablaze- you didn’t think you had ever seen him so flushed. You didn’t even know he had the confidence in him to do that.

In a rare moment of softness, he whispered

“I love you, sunshine. I really do. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my player 2.”

Satan:

Satan is the absolute best in the business at hiding his true intentions; after all, all smiles are an act

Except... you actually stir up feelings of love within him, and it drives his curiosity through the roof

He appears to be very confident so his brothers opinions don’t really matter to him. He’s also awfully petty, so I imagine he moreso uses pet names for you around them to simply dangle in their faces that only he can do that

That doesn’t change the fact that every time you use a pet name for him, hes face flushes an adorable red before he sorts himself out

His favorite pet names for you are sweetheart, kitten, darling, little kitty, gorgeous, wildflower, and my sweet girl/sweet boy

We all know this man is into pet play, so his most used nicknames for you are kitten and little kitty. During and not during intimate times.

During sex, Satan calls you all sorts of endearing terms- he’s a master of dirty talking. It’s filthy yet simultaneously charming. Kitten, darling, and your name roll off of his tongue the most. If you’re into it, he will definitely degrade you, calling you a needy whore, filthy slut, cumslut, cumrag, fuck toy, you name it and he’ll use it. He’d most likely be opposed to calling you a bitch- it feels too hurtful for him.

You love to call him handsome, my bookworm, stud(teasingly), good looking, and babe/baby. Each and every one earns a chuckle and a momentary blush from him, so it’s definitely worth it.

Want his attention when he’s too busy reading? Call out his name a few times- he can hear you, but he chooses to ignore you. Bring out the pet names and he’ll be burying his blushing face into his book, completely flustered. He takes a moment to compose himself before tutting at you. You interrupted his very important reading- how naughty.

When Satan’s feeling dominant, he’s dominant. He demands that you call him Sir or Master during sex. He doesn’t mind being called Daddy, but it doesn’t get him going quite like the other two do. When he’s feeling more submissive, absolutely call him your handsome boy. Pet gets him riled up as well- use it from time to time.

You couldn’t believe just how beautiful the sight in front of you was. The stars in the Devildom seemed to burn brighter and more fiercely than the ones in the human world. You were almost entranced by them, not wanting to tear your eyes away from the gorgeous nighttime sky.

That is, until you felt the hand that was holding yours give a gentle squeeze. You quickly turned your head to make eye contact with his emerald gaze. The main emotion you could see in Satan’s eyes was adoration, and suddenly your heart was being squeezed as well as your hand.

Here you were, taking a late night stroll in the Devildom with Satan, the night sky painted with deep clouds and bright stars, and he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He had taken you to what appeared to be a park. You walked along the path hand in hand as you took in every little detail. The deep greenish blue bushes were hiding little critters, the pond had a fountain that splashed around the deep blue water, there were bugs that looked and acted an awful lot like lightning bugs(Satan explained that they were practically the same except that these were called Hell Fire Bugs, were only found in the Devildom, and had little horns that adorned their head), there were giant flowers of golden and orange hues everywhere, and, to your delight, there was a little wooden bench sat right in the perfect spot.

“Satan, can we sit down?” You asked with a smile, motioning to the bench. “I love where it’s positioned; you can take in everything perfectly!” You peered up at him to see that a gentle smile was gracing his features.

“Of course we can sit down, darling. Are your legs feeling tired of walking as well?” He pondered. After all, he wasn’t completely sure what a human’s threshold for walking distance was.

“Mm, a little bit,” you admitted, absentmindedly rubbing your arm. You’d gotten so caught up in his presence and the sights around you that you’d only just now noticed the beginning of a burning sensation in your legs.

“That’s a shame. I guess I’ll have to carry you to the bench then, huh, kitten?” He said, flashing you a sly smile.

Protests left your mouth but to no avail. You were already thrown over his shoulder, his long fingers resting on your bum, giving a gentle pat. He was comfortably warm, and you were lying if you said you couldn’t stay in his strong arms forever.

You were giggling, squirming, demanding that he put you down that instant- but you both knew how much you loved it. His grip tightened on you as a warning.

“Kitty, if you keep squirming, I’ll have to punish you. It’s not nice to deny my kind gestures.” He teasingly warned, giving a harsher smack to your bum. And at that, you huffed, but calmed down.

He gently set you down on the bench, caressing your face before sitting down next to you, reaching out to grab ahold of your hand once again. You gladly took his hand in yours, sighing contentedly as he swiped his thumb soothingly against yours.

You leaned in closer to him, pressing against his side, and placed a gentle peck on his cheek. His skin was so soft, so warm. Welcoming. You couldn’t have felt more safe, more comfortable, more at home than you did in this moment. He let out a light chuckle.

“Are you happy now?” He murmured, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his side. You curled your arms around his arm closest to you, resting your head on his broad shoulder. You breathed in deeply, taking in his calming scent. He smelled like old books and tea. “I couldn’t be happier.” You whispered out. Your heart was so full, you could hardly take it.

“Good, I’m glad,” He warmly responded, and began to absentmindedly play with your hair as you both enjoyed the scenery in a comfortable silence.

“Hey, Satan?” You gingerly asked after a few minutes. He gave a hum in response.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You admitted, feeling your face heat up.

He craned his neck to peer down at you, you pulling away gently to look at him.

“You truly are something else. You want to stay with me, a demon, forever? Are you sure about that?” He inquired, secretly hoping you wouldn’t backtrack. And you didn’t.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life. I love you.” You whispered back.

His only response were gentle hands coming up to cup your face, his lips softly melting against yours.

Asmodeus:

Naturally, as the Avatar of Lust, pet names are his forte. He calls you pet names about as often as he tries to cop a feel- so, very often

He loves using them in front of anyone and everyone, shame just isn’t a word in his vocabulary. He finds cute nicknames incredibly endearing and genuinely wonders why everyone doesn’t feel the same way about them.

He high-key expects you to use pet names for him as well. Let EVERYONE know he’s your beautiful boy, dammit. Its obvious but it makes him feel happy, so you’re more than willing to comply.

His personal favorite pet names for you include, but aren’t limited to, cherub, dear, little darling, angel face, doll face, honey/hun, bunbun, love bug, lover, and mi amor.

He simply loves to do anything and everything you want him to do to please you, but he expects the same energy in return.

So, during intimate times, if you want him to degrade you he will. It just isn’t his favorite thing to do- he’d rather worship you and make you feel on top of the world with honey dripping words. Therefore, during sex, he prefers to call you darling, baby, baby girl/baby boy, princess/my prince, beautiful, etc. If you want him to call you mommy/daddy, master/mistress, or sir/madam, he absolutely will. Anything to please you.

Your pet names of choice for him include asmobaby, asmo, lover boy, cutie, beau, charmer, eye candy, heart breaker, heart throb, etc.

“How’s my favorite heart breaker doing?” “Feeling a little frisky, are we, lover boy?” “You see that absolute eye candy over there? That’s my boyfriend”

During sex, you call Asmo anything and everything you want. He’s down to try and do anything, so he’s all yours. He’ll do the same for you. However, he does love being praised- so please use praising pet names for him like gorgeous, handsome, sexy, etc

The most passionate and intense lover you will ever have, and his endless pet names are only the tip *wink wink* of the iceberg.

For once in the Devildom, you were freezing. Your nose was numb, red, just an icicle, really.

Asmo had dressed you up with a pompom hat, fluffy earmuffs, and a giant puffy coat with gloves to match in attempts to keep you warm in the Devildom’s famous ice rink. Of course, his entire outfit matched yours with a lovely complimentary color. He figured it was enough for him, so surely his little cherub was warm and snug, right? Wrong. Somewhat wrong, anyway. You were still cold and made a point to complain about it to Asmo.

“Dear, I promise I will warm you up as soon as we leave, just please do this for me?” He begged, holding your gloved hands in his own. His pinkish-yellow hued eyes stared into your own hopefully, and you knew you could never turn down those puppy eyes of his.

He cheered excitedly when you agreed and took you by the hand over to the rink. He turned around to face you, an expectant expression on his face. He took your hand and placed his lips on the backside, winking up at you, before murmuring, “Watch and learn mi amor!”

With wide eyes you watched as Asmo skated off, moving with incredible balance and grace. Every move was intentional; he looked stunning in this state. Here he was, skating a lutz, an axel, a salchow, everything. He was professional level talented, and he never told you! And, oh, yes, you. You could skate, but not well.

“Asmobaby, I didn’t know you were so talented at this!” You exclaimed as he approached you, an accomplished smile adorning his features. You skated over to him, his hand reaching out to grab yours as you skated together side by side.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love how graceful it looks,” he responded, as you noticed how the tip of his nose was beginning to turn red. His breathing was still a little irregular, his breath coming out in puffs, the cold making the cloud of breath visible. He was so beautiful.

“Darling, if you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” he teased, squeezing your hand.

You quickly averted your eyes, your face flushing at being caught.

“Oh, don't be embarrassed, MC! There’s nothing wrong with admiring beauty! I do it with you all the time, you know.” He winked, and you had to slap away a wandering hand, leaving a very pouty Asmo.

You attempted to get closer to give him a kiss to make up for it, but you lost your balance, falling right onto your bum. Asmo gasped, made sure you were okay, and then giggled at you.

“Asmo!! I just fell!! On ice!! And you’re laughing!” you feigned offense, resting your hand over your chest. “And I was going to give you a kiss, too!”

Asmo leaned down to help you up, murmuring, “You can’t help but fall for my charming self, hm, love bug?”, and pressed a loving kiss to your chilly lips. His nose bumped against yours, somehow still warm to the touch. You were so enraptured by his lips that you hadn’t even realized he’d gotten you back on your feet.

“How about we...continue this later?” Asmo whispered as you pulled away.

“Oh, you better. You promised to warm me up, lover boy” You huffed, beginning to skate off with him again. “Don’t have to ask me twice, doll. I’ll show you my love allllll night. Now, watch this next trick- it’s absolutely stunning!”

Beelzebub:

This wholesome boy honestly doesn’t understand pet names at first

“Why would I call you a baby, MC, you’re clearly a grown human??”

Even after you explain it to him, he still doesn’t really get it, but it makes you happy, and he’ll do anything to make you happy

When you tell him that he doesn’t have to call you baby/babygirl/babyboy, that he can use almost anything, he lights up.

“My cheesebur-” “No, Beel, anything but that”

Once he somewhat gets the gist of petnames, his preferred ones for you are love muffin, pumpkin, cookie, honey, sweetheart, gum drop, and cupcake

Occasionally calls you his cheeseburger just to enjoy your reaction

Please, please, please, don’t be mean about it. this baby's feelings are hurt so easily and he always means well

You favorite pet names for him are Beel, beelzeburger, big guy/big boy, bunny,/honey bun, bonbon, sweet boy, honeybee, Cookie Monster, and handsome

Each time you call him something other than his name, he blushes profusely, his lips upturned in a happy smile

Adores everything you call him, even if its incredibly cheesy because he loves cheese you chose those pet names for him specifically, and he feels honored

During sex, he’s so focused on how good it feels and trying to not hurt you that anything that comes to mind rolls off of his tongue when he speaks, which isn’t often

mainly calls you by your name, but he loves to use babygirl/babyboy if you like it

he also prefers for you to call out his name, as other names don’t really do much for him. if you’re into it, though, I'm sure he won't mind if you call him daddy. will be incredibly confused the first time you gasp it out though

“Huh? Is your father here? Or did you call me that? You’re not my child, though...?”

The music was loud- blaring, actually, and your head was beginning to ache.

Lord Diavolo was holding a party at his castle, with almost every one of his friends invited- it was a huge party. Everyone was sat down at tables or were out on the dance floor. Lucifer was chatting it up with Barbatos, Simeon, Luke(who was just following Simeon around), and Lord Diavolo, Satan was sipping some demonus while flipping through the pages of a book, absentmindedly chatting with Solomon, Mammon and Asmo were participating in some dance competition, Levi was playing his switch with his headphones on, and Belphie was napping on Beel’s shoulder.

You were sitting at the table with Satan and Solomon, feeling particularly uninterested in their talk of spells and magic. The music was nice, and Mammon and Asmo looked like they were having fun, but you didn’t have the energy to tear it up on the dance floor. You heaved a sigh, feeling insufferably bored.

And that’s when your eyes landed on Beel. Belphie had his cow print pillow resting in the crook of Beel’s neck, snuggling himself into Beel. He was zonked. And poor Beel was munching on whatever food he had left on his plate, looking just as bored as you- at this rate, he wouldn’t have any food left, and soon.

Making your mind up, you got up from the table and made your way over to Beel. As you got closer, Beel lifted his head at your approaching footsteps and smiled when he saw that it was you- you swore it made your heart beat faster.

“Gum drop! I was wondering when you would come over.” He smiled, motioning for you to take the seat next to him. Belphie continued to snooze on.

“Actually, Beel, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the kitchen with me? Your supply on food is low, cookie monster ..” You murmured in his ear. He nodded, and went to wake up Belphie. Talking to him didn’t work, shaking didn’t work, nothing did. Beel carefully moved Belphie’s pillow on the table, his head now resting on Beel’s shoulder, and then gently moved Belphie’s head to rest on his pillow. He continued his little cat nap, completely unbothered.

Beel stood up, took your hand in his, and led you to kitchen.

You lifted yourself up on the counter to sit, watching as Beel opened every cabinet and drawer, rummaging for something else to devour. He finally made his way to the fridge and freezer, and let out a delighted laugh when he discovered a pint of hellish nightshade ice cream.

“Wanna share?” He asked, smiling and showing you the ice cream container.

“Uh, Beel, can humans even eat nightshade? Won’t it kill me?” You inquired, fairly sure that nightshade would kill you dead.

“Oh, no, it won’t. Barbatos said there’s different kinds of nightshade that won’t hurt humans and Lord Diavolo made sure that everything here is human-proof!” He happily exclaimed, already grabbing two spoons.

If it did kill you, well, that was Lucifer’s problem because you were gonna enjoy some ice cream with your boyfriend.

Beel began to happily eat the sweet treat, you taking bites whenever you could get your spoon in. He noticed you were having some troubles and shyly apologized, retreating his spoon so you could get a good bite.

And oh, you did. It was a heaping spoonful, resulting in ice cream getting on the corners of your mouth. You didn’t know why Beel was suddenly staring ravenously at you instead of the ice cream.

“You have ice cream on your mouth,” he murmured, leaning in closer to you, his face inches away from yours. Your breath sped up.

“Wanna help me clean it off?” Was all you needed to ask before his mouth was on yours, delicately licking off the ice cream. His hands rested gently on your waist, your own hands resting on his broad shoulders. He pulled back gently, a buzzing sound emanating from him.

“I always love your taste,” he exclaimed happily, blush spreading across his cheeks.

You leaned back in for another syrupy sweet kiss, Beel all too happy to oblige.

Belphegor:

ah, our favorite eboy

he thinks pet names are cute and he really enjoys them, but he’ll never outwardly say that. he might mention it to you when you’re half asleep, though

gets all blushy blushy uwu when you use them around other people, but he doesn't mind. don't expect him to use them on you around other people, though- that's mostly for when you're alone

when he's really happy to see you or really sleepy he’ll use pet names for you regardless of who is around

he finds it to be very intimate so he likes keeping it to yourselves

his favorite pet names for you are dork, cuddle bug, star, teddy bear, and pillow pet

he loves stars and stargazing, and especially loves stargazing with you so he figured why not combine two things he loves and call you his star

he also loves to snuggle you, so you're practically his personal teddy bear- and he wouldnt have it any other way

you're favorite pet names for him are cowboy, Little Dipper, cuddle monster, snuggle bug, belpharoo, belphie/belpie, and sleepy prince

during sex, belphie likes to call you his cowgirl when he's feeling more dom. he seems like a bratty power bottom/sub, so he’ll call you master/mistress, mommy/daddy if you like that, but he’ll give you shit for it. other than that, your name falls from his lips in breathy moans and whines

you tend to call him baby boy, sweet prince, brat, good/bad boy, naughty boy during sex. he loves being called a bad/naughty boy, PLEASE do it, it really gets him going

You woke with a start, eyes blinking a few times as you looked around you. You had fallen asleep in the Planetarium. stargazing with Belphie. Oh yeah, Belphie. You turned your head to see he was still fast asleep, holding onto your arm with a death grip. You knew waking him would be fun.

“Belphie? Bellphiiieeeee...” You whispered in his ear, which earned you a little bit of stirring from him.

“Belpharooooo, it’s wakey time,” You said a bit more loudly, beginning to rub his shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open sleepily, his amethyst gaze meeting yours warmly. He stretched his arms out with an adorably soft yawn, his shirt riding up to expose his soft yet toned abdomen. He gave you a sleepy smile.

“I love waking up to the sight and sound of you, teddy bear” he murmured out, clinging onto you once again, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your own arm was wrapped around him, the other coming up to lazily play with his hair. He let out an almost purring sound, attempting to get as close to you as possible.

“Uh uh, Belphie, we can’t go back to sleep yet. We’re still in the Planetarium- let’s go to bed, okay my sleepy prince?” You cooed, patting his back to get him to sit up.

With a huff, he sat up, but demanded you pull him up by his arms, giving you the sweetest smile in return. He complained the entire way to his and Beel’s room, his hand gripping yours loosely as you lead him forward.

Beel wasn’t there when you arrived which disappointed you both a bit, but you figured he’d be back soon and with some snacks, too, so that was a plus.

Immediately Belphie flopped onto his bed, hardly giving you enough time to crawl into bed beside him before he cocooned himself with blankets. He turned to face you, eyes glazed over, and yawned once more. You yawned in return, the both of you giggling. His amethyst eyes never left you, even when his hair fell into his face. You gently brushed the strands of navy blue hair out of his eyes, giving him a soft smile as his own hand came up to keep your hand pressed against his face. He nuzzled into your hand, sighing happily, before you wrapped your arms around him loosely.

“Goodnight, teddy bear” he murmured as you both drifted off to sleep once more.

A few hours had passed when you woke again , only to find that Belphie had not only pushed you to the edge of the bed, but had also stolen all of the covers and blankets. You were chilly without either of those.

You shook him, earning a groan from the sleepy demon.

“Belphie I love you but I swear I will execute you if you don’t give some blankets back” you lightheartedly threatened, opting to lay your body across his.

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” he murmured, nuzzling further into his pillows.

“Oh no, you don’t. I literally have no covers! You have all of them! I’m freezing!” you exclaimed desperately.

He poked his head out of his cocoon, a mischievous glint in those amethyst eyes, his hair sticking up in random spots.

“If you want a blanket so bad, then come get one from me.” He dared you, a smile playing on his sleepy features.

You immediately began your assault by tickling his sides, which resulted in him laughing, gasping, and trying to swat you away. You began giggling with him, not stopping your violent attack on the poor helpless demon. Your torture went on for a few minutes before he finally gave in.

“Okay, okay! I give in! You can have all the blankies you want, I swear!” he puffed out heavily, tears forming in his eyes from being tickled and laughing so much.

You smiled triumphantly as he let you into his little blanket cocoon, immediately becoming engulfed by warmth and his scent. You were waiting for both of your breaths to even out as you heard a low voice say,

“Hey, I know you guys love each other and all but it’s 4am and I’m kinda trying to sleep”

You looked at Belphie, holding back a giggle as he gave an apology to poor Beel.

You snuggled up to Belphie once again, beginning to feel sleep take over your body for the 3rd time that day. You fell asleep before Belphie, so you never felt the soft kiss he planted on your forehead and the sweetest “I love you so much” he whispered in your ear.

I hope you enjoyed this! I loved finally writing for all of the brothers- It was so much fun figuring out how to incorporate their personality into my own writing style. Let me know if you’d like me to do a version of this with the undateables! As always, all feedback is appreciated. <3

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levithestripper · 3 years

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☀️✨Misc. VDL Gang Headcanons!☀️✨

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Arthur will constantly draw you. His journal has pages upon pages of portraits of your face. Some are more sketchy and unfinished, others are good enough to be hung in a museum. He will almost always draw you with a flower crown adorning your head.

On the pages that don’t have your face on it, he’ll doodle things that reminds him of you on the margins of his papers. He just can’t get you out of his head.

If you have freckles or a birthmark or something of the sort, don’t even get me started on how many times Arthur will kiss over them.

Have you seen those videos of people holding cats faces in their hands and shmushing their ears to their head? He’ll do that to you. (like this)

If you make Bill embarrassed he’ll grumble a bunch and walk on over to Brown Jack and pout, ‘complaining’ to him about how horrible you are. /s

Bill confesses to you in the middle of camp. How does he do it? Well, you’re off doing whatever chore that needs to be done and Bill power walks over to you, planting a kiss right smack dab on your mouth. His burly hands held your head in place, keeping you still. After he pulls away, Bill panics and runs off to hide in his sleeping bag with a bottle of beer.

After a few minutes he’ll let you come sit and cuddle him.

Charles likes to push you up against a large tree in the middle of the woods and make out with you. His hands hold yours gently within his own, thumbs stroking over your knuckles as he kisses you senseless. He always presses his hips up against yours, preventing you from moving.

After a while, he’ll kiss down your cheek and over your neck. You don’t get much time together like this so he takes advantage of it when he can.

If Dutch knew what cosplay was, he’d cosplay Hosea just to piss him off.

When Javier finds an entire store dedicated to make up, it’s over for all you whores. He’s gonna be the baddest bitch on the block with his perfectly done winged eyeliner.

Javier becomes fond of a nice bright red lipstick he found in Saint Denis. He’ll constantly wears it around camp, not giving a shit about who didn’t like it.

John secretly loves to slow dance with you when Javier plays his Spanish love songs. Javi will be strumming away, softly singing the words when John approaches you, asking for a dance. His entire face is as red as the scars adorning it, making him seem even shyer than he really was. When you accept, he pulls you into his arms, close to his chest; dancing under the large tree in the outskirts of camp. John presses his forehead against yours as you sway together, eyes staring at you lovingly.

Kieran is a lot like Charles in a way when it comes to you. Kieran will pull you aside when neither of y’all are busy and just starts kissing you. His thumbs stroke over your cheekbones, slightly tipping your head to the side so he could kiss you even deeper. Eventually, the both of you end up sitting on the ground with Kieran straddling your lap, still kissing you like the world’s ending.

Another thing Kieran loves to do is to hold your hand. He adores it. It’s so small compared to his! And soft! He could hold your hand for hours. Kieran especially likes it when you’re holding his hand in town or around camp. He loves seeing you trailing behind him, excitedly following him wherever he went. Even if it did make his chores take longer to complete, he’s not letting you know that.

Josiah LOVES giving you forehead kisses. He think’s they’re the sweetest way to show his lover affection

Regardless of what anyone says, Micah will pick flowers and make you flower crowns, or braid them into your hair if your hair is long enough. Don’t judge him.

Sean likes to spit things out of his mouth through the gap where his front tooth would be. No I don’t take criticism. /j

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Yes, sir! | Niki Lauda

Professor Lauda AU! 👨‍🏫

Gender neutral reader

Dedicated to @lieutenantn and @scuttle-buttle 💕

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Part 8

You were proud of yourself. You had managed to contain yourself as you walked into class. Niki gave you barely a smile as you sat down.

It had been hard to study the previous day after everything that happened after the rally, but you were able to focus.

The test went off without a hitch. You focused only on the test, well aware Lauda was near by, probably sneaking a glance or two on your direction.

When you had finished, you turned the paper over and looked up. You had time to spare.

Your gaze locked onto your professor.

Niki caught you gaze for just a second before scanning over the crowd of students again. You smile to yourself.

You could so this. No one would know.

Time is up.

Professor Lauda stops everyone from writing anymore. He knows not everyone finished, so he would have to see how good or bad they did with what they got done.

"Leave your test on my desk and you may go. I will have the results on Friday for you."

He stands with his arms crossed as students step down to place their test face down on his desk. As you place yours on the pile, your eyes meet for just a moment.

He knows you've passed. He has seen the progress you have made and he knows you've done well. He has faith in your test results.

You excuse yourself from the class along with everyone else.

Niki would be waiting in his office later.

You meet up with Michael and Katie, heading over to the coffee shop near by. You all needed a break today.

"I cannot believe how much I have to read through," Michael sighs. "I know I love computers, but my god! Look at all of this!" He gestures to the pile of books in front of him.

"You probably know most of it anyway," you grin.

Katie chuckles as she sips her coffee.

"Y/N is right. I bet you know it. It will be a breeze! Not like you have to have a sample piece ready for Wednesday."

You roll your eyes.

"You're talented, you'll make it," you remind her. Katie grins happily.

"What about you?" She asks.

"Nothing right now. I have a report to hand in to Professor Barnes, but I don't need to do that until class tomorrow. I've done my test for Ni- Professor Lauda."

"Ooo, you were going to call him Niki! Go on, tell us what happened on Saturday. You didn't come back to us," Katie gives you a knowing look.

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

Katie leans on across the table.

"Tell us!"

Michael looks at you eagerly, just as curious.

"We kissed, he took me back to his place and made me lunch, we then made out in his bedroom, BUT it didn't go further than that! Stop grinning like that!" You already softly at Katie.

"Ooo! It's official, Y/N and their professor are making out already! You have him totally wrapped around your little finger, I don't think you realise that."

"Please keep your voice down."

The park of them laugh softly.

"For what's it worth, we support you. Your secret is safe with us," Michael assures you.

You smile at them.

"Thank you."

Classes are done for the day. You clutch your notebook to your chest as you walk down the hall. No one was around, but you didn't want to look to eager to see Niki.

You knock on his door.

"Come in," you hear him call.

You walk inside, closing the door behind you.

Niki is leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, legs crossed at the ankles. He almost looks how he did on the wall on rally day.

He smiles warmly as you close the distance between you. Niki pushes off the desk and stands up straight. He opens his arms and you fall into him easily. You smile as you wrap your arms around him and just hug. Niki places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I missed you," he whispers.

You hum softly.

"I missed you too."

You realise in this moment he has music playing softly in his office. A song you're rather fond of is playing.

And Niki is swaying you gently to it.

"You like The Beatles?" You ask softly.

"Yes. Do you?"

"Yes."

You pull your head away from him to look at him. He holds you a little more securely as you both sway to the music.

He holds your hand.

You smile.

You hum the tune under your breath softly as you lose yourself in his dark eyes. You never expected to find yourself in this situation ever, but here you are.

The song ends.

Niki pulls you closer to him and kisses you with everything he has. He had waited all afternoon to do that.

You kiss him back just as much.

You get to do what you had wanted to from the start. Your hands leave him as you dig your fingers in his soft brown curls.

He moans into the kiss.

You made him moan.

You smile.

"Do you like that?" You ask, whispering against his lips.

"Don't stop," he whispers back.

You pull at his hair again. He groans some more into the kiss. The hands around you pull you a little closer, he angles his head a little more.

You both just stand there kissing one another. Moments like these won't come so often. You needed to make the moat of them.

He pulls away.

"Spend the weekend with me?" He asks.

"You mean... at your house?"

"Yes."

You look at him for a moment.

You could do that. Michael and Katie would understand since they knew, and unless Barnes gave you more work to do, you would otherwise be free.

"Alright. Yeah."

He smiles and kisses you again.

You stay there a little while longer before you make your leave. You promise to see him again later in the week outside of class. Niki kisses you once more before you go.

You're smiling the entire way back home.

@lieutenantn @scuttle-buttle @rumblelibrary @zemosimp05 @hb8301 @celtic-witch-bitch @somethingthatsaysbubbles @lorna-d-m @anteroom-of-death @belle82devart @vverliebt @alltimebandsexual666 @charistory @mischief-siriusly-managed @thatoneartgalsstuff @mssennimatilda @hannahbal-the-fannibal @apparrio @templeofthejam @fictionlandslanddreams

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jikseud · 3 years

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[17:26]

pairings: felix x gender neutral reader

wc: 2147

genre: fluff with a bit of angst if u squint hard.

warnings: mentions of cheating (?), y/n being an ass idk what else, pls lmk if there are things to include hehe

a/n: I don’t really write that often soooo...

“I don't get why characters in horror movies are this dumb,” I whispered to Felix as we were watching this horror movie that we randomly found on Netflix. I heard him chuckle softly at my statement.

“That just adds to the thrill and interest, I guess,” he replied. He kissed my temple before pulling me closer to him.

My phone suddenly rang on the first half of the movie. I quickly went to see who it was and my heartbeat immediately picked up its pace after seeing the caller ID being “My love💖”.

Okay, now we're starting...

I am turning into a such a nervous wreck right now. My hands are starting to shake and my heart is starting to beat so loud that I could basically hear it in my ears. I stood up, looking at Felix silently excusing myself. I walked a little towards our room's window -which is not too far from where he is- before picking up the call.

"Hello? Sorry, I'm with him right now. I'll call you later," I ‘said’ quietly to the 'person on the other line' before ‘hanging up’. I looked up at Felix to see his reaction and saw that he's looking at me so seriously I felt my knees buckle. I tried to smile at him but failed nonetheless.

“Who was that?” he asked. I opened my mouth to answer him but nothing came out as my throat went dry. He raised his eyebrows at me. I lowered my head.

Okay, here we go.

"I-," I tried to speak but I just couldn't find the words. I sighed before looking back up at him. "It's no one," I told him, still trying to calm myself. He then rolled his eyes at me.

“If you're going to fucking fool me like this, then do better. I'm not stupid, Y/N. I clearly saw the caller ID,” he replied harshly. “And "I'm with him"? Really Y/n? If you're going to do this to me, give a little respect at least.” he added and my legs shook at his tone.

“Then why'd you still ask if you knew already?” I talked back quietly, too weakly for my own liking. He snickered.

“Because I wanted you to explain yourself at least,” he said and I swallowed hard.

“What's there to explain, though. You've already seen it, it's all that there is,” I told him and he scoffed.

“You could've at least told me where I went wrong... where everything went wrong? Y/n, you can't do this and expect me to not ask you for any explanation, I'm not as stupid as you think I am," he paused a little before continuing, "On what aspect of this fucking relationship was I lacking, huh? Are you getting too bored with me that's why you did this? Am I not enough for you anymore that's why you decided to find another one? Am I not loving you enough for you do this to me huh, Y/n? I thought we were having something special? I thought you said I was and will always be the one for you? What happened, baby? When did everything change? When did things go wrong between us? What did they do to get you sway that easily?” he questioned, his voice shaking from hurt. I sighed, every word was like a stab in my chest. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine for some explanation… any reaction. When they didn't give him anything, he spoke once again.

“When did this start?” he asked. My breath hitched.

Well now, it’s working.

It took me a while to answer but I did when I saw that he was getting impatient. “Just today,” I answered, stifling my laugh. He looked at me confusedly and I looked back at him trying to hide my smile.

“What do you mean ‘just today’?” he asked again.

I can't take this anymore...

“It's a prank, you dumbo!” I told him as he sat there, his confusion clouding him even more. I sat back down beside him as I tried to hug him but I was shocked when he moved away from me. “Why?” I asked. He stared at me with such hatred now and I couldn't help but feel nervous once again with the look he's giving me.

“What do you mean ‘Why?’ Y/n?” he asked. “You talk as if I didn't just caught you cheating on me,” he said. I gasped.

“Baby, I told you, it was a prank,” I replied with hurt in my voice. He looked at me, still not trusting my words. “I'm serious, Lix. It's just a prank. Do you not trust me enough? Go on and check if you want. I could never do something like that to you, you know that,” I told him with shaking eyes as I handed him my phone. He gave me daggers while he took my phone in his hand. When he finally held my phone, I felt my hand start to shake a little harder as I retreat it back and I think he noticed it with the way he glared at me.

“If you're being honest then what are you so nervous for?” he asked me skeptically. My eyes shot up at him, looking at him with wide eyes.

“H-huh, who said something about being nervous, h-hah-ah. Pffft I'm not nervous, shut up,” I told him. He glared at me once again before going back to checking my phone. I saw him swipe from left to right, probably looking for something that would prove my innocence.

It took him a few minutes -because he practically opened every single app in it just to be sure- before finally getting to the last page where he saw the widget labeled "To the man I love the most.💖" that I had prepared for him. I looked at his face just to check his reaction and then I saw him looking at it confusedly. He stared at it for a solid five seconds while his thumb was hovering over it.

The widget looked like it was excitedly shaking from my point of view, just waiting to be finally pressed and when the thumb above finally clicked on it, that's when all hell broke loose.

My mind had gone crazy by the time he started reading it. Tons of thoughts clouding my head and spilling continuously out of it like a water inside a broken dam, just like how every feeling I had has been spilling on Felix at the moment...

The widget leads to my notes app wherein a letter is written in a pink background. A color I know he really loves.

“To my baby,

Hello, my love! It's weird talking to you like this because I wasn't really fond of letters and all these sweet things but for you, I'm alright being cheesy and all that. First of all, I'm so sorry if I ever hurt you in the process of this thing... whatever this is... whatever it is that I did before you finally get to read this poorly written letter of mine which contains everything that I wanted to say to you but couldn't because I'm too shy hngg *insert cute face right here*. Anyways, I hope that you finally believe me that what happened before this was all a prank (the proof is literally beside this widget which is the Fake Call app, so don't fuck with me). Felix Lee, aka my sunshine, my happiness, my everything... I wanted to thank you for being the best man ever for me. Thank you for making me happy everyday, for taking care of me and or loving me every single moment that you have. You are seriously the best guy I have ever met (next to Harry Styles, of course... kidding) and I love you for that. I am so thankful that the Gods have given you to me (yes, bitch I own you... lol kidding again... but I'm not sure if this'll still be a joke after this though) and I am so thankful that you decided to stay with me even though I'm just... me. Felix, I don't know what else to say but just know that I love you and every single thing about you. I love how you scrunch your nose up whenever I make an awful joke but still try to laugh just to satisfy me (you're evil btw). I love how you cook for me when I don't wanna just because I'm too lazy (yes chef, go off!!!). I love how your eyes lights up when you're talking about something you love and something that you reaaally love doing (a.k.a ME). I love how your hair looks in the morning and even when you always say that you hate it, you still look so beautiful nonetheless. I love your freckles as well because it feels like I am looking at a sky full of stars and you're the sun wtf does that makes sense though? There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how so... Anyways, what I'm trying to say here is that, you are so amazing that I don't know how to put your amazingness into words and that I appreciate everything that you are. I love you, Felix and thank you for making me the happiest person in the world. But do you mind making me happier by marrying me?”

By the time he was finished reading my shitass letter, he was shedding tears with a smile on his face. Weird combination, I know. But it is so unfairly unfair how he still looks beautiful looking like this.

He stared up at me with tears still flowing out of his eyes as I slowly took the ring off from my own finger.

“I don't know what else to say to you, to be honest. I am so bad with words and you know that. I love you, though. I could go on telling you this everyday just to show you how much but I'm afraid I'd have to go on forever so will you finally answer my question and marry me? I promise I'd try and learn how to cook so you won't have to anymore… oh and I will try not to complain as much when you leave too much mess in the house,” I tried to joke just to lighten up the mood but I was confused when he started bawling out. I felt my eyes burn from tears as well and I let a few escape from them. "Why are you crying, stupid?" I asked wiping his tears off. He glared at me before pulling me into a hug and crying loudly on my shoulders. “Baby, stop crying, please. I don't know what's happening but I'm going to bawl out as well if you continue,” I told him. He sniffled before pulling away slightly.

"You... you bitch, I hate you so much for doing this to me," he said in between hiccups. "I hate you so much," he told me before bawling and hugging me again. I laugh at his cuteness even though I felt my hands shake once again. His possible answer finally clouding my mind.

I rubbed his back before kissing his neck lightly. "So are you gonna answer my question or what?" I asked him, getting a little impatient now because of nervousness. He pulled away from me.

"I hate you so much. I was supposed to be the one doing this and not you. I hate you," he said despite his eyes showing the exact opposite and still crying them out. "But just because we're here already, I have no choice but to say yes, I guess? Because I'd probably feel so bad if I rejected your goodass offer," He joked. I glared at him. "Kidding. I'd say yes anytime, you know that. I'd say yes a billion... trillion times," he told me and I smiled before putting the ring on his finger. He smiled so wide seeing the piece of jewelry on his finger before taking my face on his hand and kissing me hard.

"I love you so much, y/n," he told me after pulling away. I closed my eyes, feeling the moment. I leaned my face more to his touch.

"I love you more, baby. More than you could even imagine," I replied.

"Your prank is shit by the way," he stated after a while in silence as I hit him on the chest.

“Shut up, I still got you with my acting skills and you don't know how nervous I am while doing that thing when I didn’t have a solid plan,” I told him and he scoffed.

"Sucks for you then," he replied.

"Yeah? Well, sucks for you I'm not sucking you."

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exovapor · 3 years

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BLOG RULES

1. I am not fond children. I am being very serious. So, if you aren’t 18+, get the hell off my blog!

2. I don't write reader centric stories. I only write TMNT (or monster) centric stories. Reader centric leave out the general audience and they are not as fun to read, but mainly since I am spending my EXTREMELY LIMITED FREE time writing this stuff...they are not as fun to write. If you want a reader centric story, we can discuss commission privately. Reader centric is anything that validates your life choice or body choices. I'm only interested in spending time with the guys and their minds/actions.

3. Don’t bring your feelings OR YOUR PROBLEMS to this blog. Fiction is supposed to be an escape and some of you haven’t learned that yet (I blame our education system and all the bs coddling that happens today), you foolishly bring your real world BS into a place that is supposed to be a refuge.

4. I love most monsters, but I currently only write for TMNT. I could possibly try another creature, depends on if I believe I have enough knowledge of such creatures.

5. My TMNT boys are physically like Bayverse but their personalities are all a mesh of what I have grown up knowing (I’m older than most of you, I’ve been riding the turtle train since the 80s, i.e. MY preteen years). That being said, I will NOT write anything that is outside of the personalities of the TMNT characters. They would not hurt you, on purpose or on accident. They are elite trained ninjas for goodness sake (smh). Raph's temper doesn't mean he's going to punch his g/f. If you are into that type of stuff, this isn't the blog for you....go find your people.

6. I write all kinds of stuff but mostly smut. I am a linear thinker (i.e. logical), something needs to make SENSE for me to SEE it and I must be able to SEE a story in my head in order to write it. So, if you ask for something way out there or against the turtle’s personalities, you’ll get turned down (and possibly your feelings hurt, because I am straight-forward and blunt). I will write to asks/requests that strike a cord with me and develop a viable story in my mind. As with rule 2 above, don’t bring your personal hang-ups or problems to my ask box. Ask something fun, leave your problems and your drama at home in the real world.

7. I write Female Reader x Monster. I like to write what I know and I’m a XX chromosome. I don’t do gender neutral bs because once you take the naughty bits off a person, it’s no longer smut….it’s boring worthless crap. I’m not about wasting my time and, without body naughty bits to describe action to, that’s a waste of my time. The world is FULL of people, FULL of creative people, if your naughty bits don’t match mine and you want stories to match yours…find another author. There are billions of us for a reason.

8. I can’t do Match-ups to save my life, so don’t ask.

9. I make no guarantees on timelines of writing asks/requests, or if I’ll even do them. As stated before something has to strike a cord for me to be able to write it, so I’ll leave asks in my box until it inspires me or I finally give up and post that I can’t do it.

10. This blog is MY REFUGE and MY ESCAPE. I want it to be a FUN oasis from the real world that helps us both forget about the BS for a short while. So, please respect the rules and we’ll get along.

If you know me, really know me, you know there isn't anything...I do mean anything that I wouldn't do for those important to me.

So, no, I'm not a raging bitch for no reason. I'm bitch enough to protect a giving heart. I'm a Raphie in human form.

#exovapor

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blazingfirepig113 · 3 years

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Love is a curse

(gojo x gender neutral reader)

“I know that you’re wrong for me

Gonna wish we never met

on the day I leave”

This is bad.

Gojo thought the moment he felt his heart flutter when he heard (y/n) let out a merry laugh at whatever one of the students spouted out.

This is so so so bad...what a cruel cruel thing.

Gojo glanced away from the sight, scared that if he looked any longer, his heart would explode.

How utterly pathetic.

How utterly pathetic how if (y/n) asks for anything, he’ll give them everything.

Absolutely everything he could give.

If Gojo could buy the world, he’d give it to them.

Why me? Shit, what a stroke of bad luck.

Gojo had cursed every moment his heart fluttered.

“Gojo-san, are you okay? You look like you need to shit.” (y/n) asked, placing a hand on Gojo’s shoulder.

Kind yet blunt. (y/n) was a different breed.

They were brave and strong, able to face situations that can have other’s shaking on the spot.

They were fun and creative, able to lift the mood with just a few words.

And the sharp tongue (y/n) was blessed with...or cursed, some may think, had them caught in terrible situations, sometimes ending with Gojo having to save them.

But everything about them, everything about (y/n), may it be their sharp tongue or the bell-like peals of laughter that accompanied them wherever they went, made Gojo’s heart flutter, constrict, as a flash of fondness, warmth, and softness filled him.

But he knew, from the start, that this fluttering on his heart, this feeling, was bad news.

“Ever so blunt, (y/n). Where’s the class?” Gojo pouted while (y/n) rolled their eyes at him.

“Shitting is normal, Gojo-san. You can’t tell me you don’t shit out all those diabetic sweets you eat.” (y/n) said, crossing their arms over their chest.

Gojo’s gaze lingered on them for a second, his eyes sparkling with an emotion not visible to anyone else because of his blindfold.

Why does it have to be me, (y/n)? Why do you have to be so damn attractive?

Gojo grabbed the reins for his thoughts before it went too far, hiding his clear displeasure with a mocking grin.

“I suppose you’re right. Gotta hand it to you, (y/n) for being so smart.” Gojo praised as he slung his long arm around (y/n)’s shoulder, ignoring the fluttering of his heart; ignoring whatever feelings he had.

Because it’s no good.

(y/n) narrowed their eyes at Gojo.

“Are you mocking me?” They asked flatly, not at all bothered by how close Gojo was.

Gojo felt relieved and hurt at that;

He felt relieved because it was only him who was affected by (y/n) while they remained indifferent...and hurt because of that same reason, because it was only him who was affected.

“Not at all, (y/n). You’re a keen individual, gifted with a talented mind and a sharp tongue…” Gojo trailed off, removing his arm from (y/n)’s shoulder.

He then proceeded to walk away from them, only to dramatically glance back at (y/n) when he was a good few feet away.

“Honestly, all I have is praises for you.” He said, sending them a grin before facing forward and waving for (y/n) to come and follow.

“Come on, let’s buy some dango and sweet tea.” He ushered, acting as if his heart was racing...acting as if (y/n) didn’t make him feel things.

It’s better this way.

If Gojo had glanced back at that moment, he would’ve seen the mask of indifference fall off (y/n)’s face. And he would’ve seen the light tint on their cheeks as a small fond smile painted their face.

“I don’t even like sweet tea, it tastes like water with sugar.”

And Gojo pushed the growing feelings in his chest as he let out a laugh that sounded more in pain than happy.

“I brought you down to your knees

Cause they say that misery loves company”

“If it’s hurting you so much, then just fucking tell them already.” Shoko said, rolling her eyes as she took a long drag from her lit cigar.

The stress Gojo was putting her plus the usual stress from work, had brought her back to smoking.

“I can’t...nor do I want to.” Gojo huffed like a hard headed child.

Shoko let out a sigh as she purposely blew smoke at Gojo’s face.

“If you’re not gonna do it, then stop bitching about it. Don’t drag me down on your little train of misery.” She said.

Shoko deeply cared for Gojo, she did. But he was destroying himself because of his feelings and she’d prefer it if he didn’t drop his emotional burden on her.

Saying what she wanted to say, Shoko had dropped her cigar before stomping on it.

“Face your feelings before they kill you.”

“It’s not your fault I ruin everything

And it’s not your fault I can’t be what you need”

Gojo had wanted to offer (y/n) a shoulder to cry on. He wishes he could.

But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself.

Because he was scared.

Scared that if he offered (y/n) his shoulder to cry on, he’d only fall deeper for them.

“Stop crying, (y/n). You’re fully aware that life as sorcerer’s is dangerous. We face death all the time.” Gojo said, arms crossed over his chest as a way to stop them from reaching out for (y/n).

(y/n) glanced up at Gojo, nose red and tear stains on their cheeks.

They let out a shaky pained laugh as they wiped their nose and cheek with the sleeve of their shirt.

“Shesh, no need to be so cold…” (y/n) choked out, throat dry.

It took all of Gojo not to engulf them in a warm hug, tell them that it’s okay...that he was there for them.

“Can’t you comfort me, Gojo-san?” (y/n)’s voice was small as they hugged their knees to their chest.

Gojo bit the inside of his cheeks to not cave in to (y/n)'s plea.

“No. I’m not going to give you the comfort that you want, (y/n). Grow up and face that this is the reality we live in.” He said, rather harshly.

(y/n)’s shoulders sag as they buried their face on their knees, letting out a broken laugh.

“How cruel of you, Gojo-san…” (y/n) murmured, their voice muffled.

Gojo gritted his jaw so hard, that he was worried he might break his teeth.

“Get used to it.”

This is the only way.

Gojo thought as he turned on his heel, walking away as (y/n)’s sob racked through the room.

He walked away with a heart too heavy for him to carry.

“Baby, angel’s like you can’t fly down here with me

I’m everything they said I would be”

“(y/n) had transferred to the Kyoto school...they were running low on staff and they had offered to go.” Shoko suddenly informed the snowy haired man one day.

Gojo hummed, acting indifferent despite the bleeding pain in his heart.

He already knew that.

After all, (y/n) had told him they were going.

“Gojo-san, I’ve been offered a position in the Kyoto school…” (y/n) had approached him one day.

Gojo fast steps faltered for a second, before they shifted into a lazy shuffle as his heart dropped to his feet.

“And? Why should I care? Why are you even informing me of this?” Gojo asked, voice emotionless.

He halted and glanced back to see (y/n) bow their head, a small smile on their face.

“I knew you’d ask that….” They murmured.

“I just wanted you to know....I wanted to hear your opinion on it….”

Gojo wanted to tell them to stay. Don’t go.

But he could not allow himself.

Instead, he ignored the sharp pain in his heart and waved dismissively at them.

“Do what you want. I’m not your dad or teacher.” Gojo said dismissively.

Dismissing (y/n). Dismissing his feelings.

Because, as he constantly reminded himself, this was the only way.

When Gojo had moved to walk away, (y/n) spoke up.

“I know I’m not anyone important to you…” They trailed off, biting their lower lip.

No, you’re the most important person to me…

Gojo bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying things that will only make his heart bleed more.

“But Gojo-san is someone very important to me…” (y/n) said as they placed a hand on their chest with a sad smile.

Gojo willed his face to not falter.

Don’t falter now.

“Everyone’s saying how Gojo-san’s so mean and arrogant...a prideful prick, they say….”

Gojo wanted to laugh, because it was true.

Hearing (y/n) practically calling him a prick made the pain in his chest lessen just a tiny bit.

“But I think you’re very kind.”

Gojo jolted in surprise.

“An arrogant piece of shit, yeah...you are one…” (y/n) said, chuckling a bit.

“But you’re a very kind arrogant piece of shit….that’s why I-”

“Don’t say it, (y/n). Don’t you dare say it...please.” Gojo said, quickly moving to clamp a hand on (y/n)’s lips, ignoring how his heart stuttered.

(y/n) roughly shrugged his hand away, holding his wrist.

“Why shouldn’t I say it? It’s the truth.” They said, eyes soft and gentle.

Gojo pulled away, stepping a few steps back, head hung low.

“Because I don’t want to hear it.” He said, voice cracking.

(y/n) took in a deep breath before sighing.

“Alright….but you already know what I was going to say…” (y/n) trailed off.

“Don’t worry, Gojo-san...I’ll be out of your hair immediately….”

“I’m sorry for wasting your time. I guess this is goodbye…”

Gojo didn’t dare raise his head. He didn’t-couldn’t.

Because if he did, he knew he’d ask (y/n) to stay….and (y/n) would. They would stay.

“Goodbye….Gojo Satoru-san.”

With that said, (y/n) was gone, leaving without a trace and taking Gojo’s injured heart with them.

“Why didn’t you ask them to stay?” Shoko asked, knowing that Gojo was hurt upon (y/n) departing.

“Because…” Gojo trailed off, no longer able to hold back the clogging and drying of his throat as his eyes stung with tears.

He never did get to finish his sentence because he had broken down after that.

Shoko had offered him some comfort, already knowing what he was going to say.

Because I can’t love them freely….because my love would be my weakness and I couldn’t bear the thought of putting (y/n) in harm's way...all because I’m in love.

Because if I were to love (y/n), I’d may as well have cursed them.

Because love is the most twisted curse of them all.

#jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gender neutral reader #angst?#jujutsu kaisen #saturo gojo

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Reader w/ wings headcanons(Markiplier Alter Egos)

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: i just did all of them. every-all-everyone. Except Yandereplier, Silver Shepard, Ed Edgar... maybe others I’m not aware of at the moment... I tried to stick with a certain number of egos, but my hands just... they just kept moving. It is 11:00 pm when im writing this ya boy is TIRED. there are 1.6k words. It seems longer than it is bc bullet points. Bear with me. You can find the egos that you want easily. The reader is gender neutral. i am so sorry if this is not what you meant lol. on the bright side this is a good reference for all the egos i am open to writing for(also maybe others idk) so uh im keeping it enjoy. I’ll say... a T rating for cursing and also a bit of violence but literally like 20 words. mentions of injury. that’s it.

Requests are open!

Y/N(reader) with wings hcs

No one knows what the fuck you are, not even you

Ya got wings. That’s it.

Are you an angel? A faery? A phoenix? Who knows

You woke up one day in a forest remembering nothing

But you had wings

And then you got shot with an arrow

You ran away and hid in a cave

Darkiplier spends most of his time around you studying you

To see what you could possibly be

He still doesn’t know

He’s settled for calling you a “cryptid”

He’s slightly annoyed with the feathers you leave around the manor

He won’t tell you bc you can’t control that and it’d be rude

You read together in his study on occasion

You sit on the floor bc your wings get uncomfortable in chairs

In sympathy, he also sits on the floor

You think it’s sweet

You told him so and he sputtered out a “shut up and read your book”

He’s fairly fond of you

You’re good company to keep around

Wilford was the one who found you

He was walking through the forest, as one does, when he saw GIANT feathers

Naturally, he followed them

He found you in a cave with an arrow in your shoulder

He took you back to the manor and patched you up

He begged Dark to keep you there

He promised not to kill anybody for a month

He made it 15 days, which is a record

He’s very protective of you, not letting you out a lot since uh… hunters

You are his Sweet Little Songbird, light of his life, wind in his sails,

if anything happens to you he will kill everyone in the manor and then himself

He helps you preen a lot

His hands are very gentle, surprisingly

He spends the most time with you out of everyone

You play games, talk(well, he talks to you), and just hang out

He loves and adores you with his whole heart

Actor tolerates you, or so he says

He’s jealous of your wings

HE’S supposed to be the mysterious, sexy one!

But ok, yeah, you’re pretty interesting

He uses you in short films sometimes bc… well… wings

There are alot of things you can do with wings, surprisingly

He took you out into town one night

He shoved the wings under a thick jacket

You guys bought some clothes and food

He cut holes in the clothes for your wings, grumbling about a “waste of money” and “you never go out anyway”

but he enjoyed spending a bit of time with you

Wilford nearly killed him(again) when he found out

He likes venting to you bc you just nod without really listening

As I said, you’re good company

Yancy thinks you’re nice

He felt a bit… threatened at first

Ya got WINGS, of course he’s cautious

But they are very pretty

And he likes to use you in choreography

People always comment on how realistic the wings are as Yancy leads you away

You don’t judge him for killing his parents, he likes that about you

You don’t know. You could’ve done something bad. You don’t remember

He likes cuddling bc you wrap your wings around him and he feels safe

He also helps you preen… sometimes…

He’s… really bad at it...

You like listening to him sing

He sings you lullabies at night

You’re very close

Illinois is very fascinated with you

He’s convinced you’re a fairy

He’s seen quite a few of those

You tell him you don’t know, and he goes “a LiKeLy StOrY”

He likes drawing you

You’re very angelic

“Oh, maybe an angel then…” He says, like an idiot

He takes you with him on a few adventures to fly him over pits and stuff

He’d never admit it but he has a… THING about heights

It’s called a phobia, you egotistic maniac

You try to help him with it

You never get that far off the ground before he’s screaming to be put down

He appreciates the effort

He gives you things he finds on adventures that are pretty or remind him of you

He infodumps to you about curses, and archaeology, and adventuring, etc.

Magnum is uh… well, he’s Magnum

He figures you’d be useful out at sea

You can find nearby land, ships, or treasure by flying, of course

He didn’t take into account the fact that you don’t really… fly that often.

So it turned into you just stretching your wings instead of looking for loot

Once you fell overboard

Everyone was like “eh, they can fly, it’s fine”

Then they realized that you probably can’t since your wings might be wet

Magnum LEAPED into the fuckin water and THREW you back on

He doesn’t take you on the sea as much anymore

sometimes you talk about life, treasure, love, y'know the usual

He’s very Father Figure-ly

Bim isn’t sure how to feel about you

You are a person. With wings. What’s he supposed to do about that

He’s friends with Wil, so has to tolerate you at least.

He tries to make conversation, but it doesn’t always go as well as it could

You don’t have much to talk about, and some of his topics worry you

Mostly you two just kinda… exist in the same general area

Sometimes he’ll discuss what he should do on his show

You don’t have many ideas

But you’ve gotten an idea of what it is, and sometimes give a suggestion or two

He appreciates you for that

He tried to get you on the show once but Wilford refused

You kinda wanted to, but whatever

You’ll hang out sometimes too

He’s very entertaining, he has to be

Eric is kind of scared

Not that you’ll hurt him, that he’ll hurt you

That happens a lot to people he likes…

He eventually starts hanging out around you

You don’t ask bad questions, and you distract him from his dad

He talks about animals with you a lot, and how he wanted a farm

You bought a cowboy hat and gave it to him and he cried

You also gave him a stuffed cow one day

He hugged you for a long time

You two cuddle a lot bc the boy needs SAFETY and SECURITY

You wuv each other(platonically or otherwise)

Dr. Iplier doesn’t bother you, mostly

He appreciates that you keep to yourself

He has his work, that’s what he’s focused on

Sometimes he’ll see you when you try to find Wilford or get some food

He tries to get a good look at you without looking suspicious

It doesn’t work, he always falls over

He once gave you a “physical”

It was mostly to just figure out what you were

You seemed mostly human based on the results

But goddammit you had WINGS

They had their own function but were sort of like an add-on to your body

He was slightly disappointed you weren’t gonna… turn into a whole bird

You tolerate each other

Google fuckin’ hates you

He’s completely perplexed by you

Which he is never because he is the most intelligent being on the planet

So he assumed he could figure out what you were

Turns out google fucking sucks at figuring out things people don’t already know

So he hates you. Like a lot

He’s tried to kill you multiple times

But his objective is to destroy MANKIND

You are not included in that

BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!

Also Wilford almost killed him for it

So yeah he just kinda hates you

You’ve tried to get along with him but he just wouldn’t

He finally talked to you when Bing called him a little bitch

Still hates you, but can tolerate your existence now

Bing fuckin’ adores you

You are just wonderful to him

You can FLY??!! You have WINGS???!!!!!

You don’t really care that he is an artificial BEING????!!!!!!!!

You’re perfect

He does Sick Tricks™ to try to impress you

They never do

You appreciate the effort

You don’t see him a lot, but when you to it’s very entertaining

He taught you how to skateboard

You kinda sucked but he’s very supportive

He likes just hanging around you

It’s the only time he ever chills the fuck out

Everyone’s thankful to you for that

Your entire dynamic is “what if... i put... my minecraft bed... next to yours? haha just kidding... unless?”

The Host doesn’t really care about the wings??

I mean, he can’t see them, so… what’s the big deal

You appreciate that

He still does the uh… narration thing… with real people…

The stories end better now

You convinced him to make the stories end better

You sat with him to make SURE the stories end better

He also started writing novels recently

You help with plot and character development

He appreciates that

The Jims… don’t really care about you

I mean you’re interesting, of course

But they physically Cannot get a clear picture of you

Even if you agree to sit still, it just doesn’t happen

It is always, ALWAYS blurry

They eventually give up and leave you alone

They do spend a bit of time with you

You help them with demon episodes sometimes

You don’t do much, but they like the emotional support

King of the Squirrels is… well, he’s him

He doesn’t… he doesn’t do much

He hangs out with his squirrels. That’s pretty much it.

You just started hanging out with him one day

He didn’t mind

You two feed the squirrels while sitting by a tree

He lets you wear his crown sometimes

He draws his squirrels, and lets you see the pictures

He teaches you how to draw them

You two don’t talk, really

You just sit. And hang out.

He doesn’t really smile, but you can tell when he’s happy with you

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jpegjade · 3 years

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Confessions - Spencer Reid

frens and ferns, IM OUT OF SCHOOL FOR A MONTH. so here’s a new fic about something i’ve been struggling with lately...

summary: With emily gone, Spencer is having a hard time coping with her death. After a little prodding, he finds comfort in y/n, who is struggling with their own demons.

gender: neutral (i think. i tried not to point to any gender terms so hopefully i did okay at it bc i dont feel like proofreading.)

Warnings: talk of addiction but nothing more

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Getting home from a case was always, hard on you. There were days when it was harder to get up in the morning because of the physical and emotional toll the job put on your body. Ever since that un-sub broke your ankle, everything has been even harder.

“Y/L/N, nice to see you back." Morgan said as you exited the elevator.

“You too, D." You said, plastering a fake smile on your face. In truth, you wished that you were off for one more week but the world wasn't that kind to you.

The doors to the elevator were slowly closing when you heard Spencer shuffling quickly toward your direction.

Before you had the chance to throw your arm in the way of the elevator sensors, Spencer's slender body slipped through.

You were a newer member to the team. Well... You were the only new member to the team. Being a replacement for agent Emily Prentiss, the team getting to know you was a process. Derek trained you so he already knew what you were like in action but this was the first case the rest of the team saw you on.

The silence in the elevator was loud and thick with anticipation. Spencer was looking over at you in quick glances when he wasn't staring at his converse.

“You didn't press a number." Spencer said, barely loud enough for you to hear.

"Oh... I guess that explains why if felt like I was going nowhere." You chuckled at your joke and winced when you met Dr. Reid's blank gaze.

"Do you..." He paused.

Spencer shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind. You continued staring but he dropped his gaze back to his shoes as if he hadn't started and dropped a question.

The elevator doors opened, showing an empty garage. The two of you gestured for the other to exit first but you ended up going first.

“Did you want to ask me something. Dr. Reid?" You said, watching him hesitate.

"Spencer." He said, ignoring the question. "My friends call me Spencer."

"I didn't think we were friends yet." You blankly. It wasn't meant to be funny but you couldn't help but smile.

“My team consists of my friends. As you are on my team, we're friends." Spencer's face never changed.

"Okay, Spencer." You looked at him. If you weren't so worried about getting home, you would've indulged in the moment. But all you wanted to do right now was be alone with some pizza and take the edge off from today.

"If that's all..." You tried to close the interaction with him by taking a few steps back but Spencer took just as many slow steps forward.

"Actually," Spencer began, "how do you do it?"

You faked a chuckle. "Do what?"

“Hide your addiction so well." Spencer was so pointblank sometimes.

"What are you talking about?" You tried to control the beads of sweat that threatened to pool.

"Everybody knows.” It's your ankle that started the painkillers and you couldn't stop. It took you away from the pain, the humiliation.

“How could you be so stupid as to get caught? You're even dumber for finding solice in the feeling when you've got all of this support around you? You've got a family who..." Spencer trailed off.

Your head was still reeling from the beginning of his statement. Everyone knew... But how could that be? It wasn't obvious but something was off about the distant look in Spencer's eyes. It was like he wasn't looking or talking to you. The anger laced in his tone wasn't for you...

“Spencer," you took a step towards him, "Are you talking about you?" Spencer stopped talking. You weren't used to seeing him so quiet.

"It's been a while." Spencer looked down at his converse. "Emily was there. When it got bad, I would cuddle up with her cat on her couch and try to forget the thoughts. She wouldn't make me feel like a burden at 2 a.m., when I was screaming myself awake. She always told me to stay as long as I needed, even when I was positive she was fed up with me. I wish I believed her. I wish I stayed." Spencer tapered off into silence, sniffling.

A pipe dripping. Footsteps in the stairwell. A car alarm chirping. All of those things sounded louder than they normally would. This wasn't Spencer cornering you. This was a confused and hurting boy that was begging for help. He just didn't know how to say what he needed right now.

“Do you..." You started but stopped because it didn't feel right.

Where do you start with someone who is just like you: broken, hurting, and alone.

How do you comfort someone without enabling them to do something destructive that might make everything worse?

How do you avoid hurting someone when all you wanted to do was hurt yourself, in a way.

"Do you like pancakes?" You asked, startling him out of his thoughts. "Pancakes? Sure." Spencer slowly lifted his head and shrugged.

You started walking to your car, motioning for Spencer to follow.

The car ride with Spencer was filled with silence. The whole time, you were thinking about ways to explain the situation to Spencer without making it worse. Spencer was trying to decide if talking to you was a good idea after all, considering you were taking him somewhere pancake related.

Pulling up to the run-down diner, you looked over at Spencer, who was staring out the window.

"I promise the pancakes are better than the place looks." You chuckled, getting Spencer's attention.

"I wasn't really worried about the taste of the pancakes..." Spencer trailed off.

"Good, I guess." You said, a little bit defeated.

You and Spencer walked into the diner, where you were greeted by a friendly older woman named Janice. She knew your name by heart, since you were a regular, and she seated you at your normal booth.

"Actually, would you mind seating us at 12? This is Spencer, the guy I've told you about..." You blushed, hoping you said everything low enough for Spencer not to notice. His mind was elsewhere so he wasn't listening as he normally would. A part of you was grateful for that.

Janice did a once-over at Spencer, softly grinning, and brought you to table 12.

Despite the outside looking dingy, the inside of the diner was cleaner than Spencer thought it would be. He wasn't really fond of booths but these weren't the pillow seat booths where children could hide things between the bottom seat and the backrest. This was the plastic seats that hurt your butt after a little while. But what he noticed that was different about the seating at the table was that one half was a booth and the other half consisted of two four-legged chairs.

"I know you don't like the germs in booth seats so I figured this would be a better option." You said, unable to meet his eyes.

Spencer was shocked as you slid into the booth seat, avoiding his eyes. Spencer pulled out his chair, temporarily distracted by the fact that he never mentioned how much he hates booth seats. You paid attention and noticed that about him. What else had you noticed?

"So..." Spencer folded his hands in his lap nervously.

"Let's order and then we'll talk." You said, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Placing your orders, you went with your usual breakfast at midnight and he just ordered the same thing you ordered.

"It'll be good, I promise." You said, giving him a small smile.

"You never answered my question." Spencer said, looking up at you.

"I know." You were getting nervous again. The nerves hadn't stopped since Spencer asked that question in the parking lot but you were trying really hard to find an answer to it.

"How do you do it?" Spencer asked again.

"Spencer, it's not that simple. I can't give you an answer like that over something so complex. Why do you want to know?" You asked, trying to focus on meeting his eyes.

Spencer's gaze was intense when he wanted it to be so you settled for staring at the tip of his nose.

"I'm struggling, y/n. Emily was... She was family to me. If Hotch is the dad, Rossi is the cool uncle, JJ is the mom, Derek is the older brother, and Emily is..." Spencer's voice caught in his throat. "Was the big sister. I lost a sister the day she died and I'm lost without her."

"Spencer, I'm so sorry..." You said, wanting to hug him.

A tear slipped down Spencer's face as you watched him frustratedly wipe it away.

"It's not fair, you know?" Spencer continued. "I survived the worst days of my life. I got to live after experiencing torture and she didn't do anything but fall in love with someone who wasn't..."

There was a moment of silence as you let Spencer get his feelings out. While the two of you said nothing, Janice brought your food and drinks to your table. She must have sensed the tension between you and Spencer because once you thanked her, she didn't hover or make additional conversation.

"It just hurts and I don't... I don't want to feel it. I just want to escape the constant pain and be happy again, just for a little while. It doesn't have to stay forever but I don't want this pain to hurt like this for now." Spencer cut into his pancakes, taking a bite. His face changed into something of contentment.

"I come here when I have a... I guess you could say craving." You started, "Carbs and sugar are good for the itching feeling you get when you really need a fix."

A moment passed as the two of you enjoyed the food in front of you. After downing half of your food, you decided to speak again.

"What's your drug of choice, if you don't mind me asking?" You quietly said, your eyes staying trained on the way your butterknife slowly cut into your pancakes.

"Dilaudid." Spencer was so upfront about it. You thought you would have to pull it out of him but he made your job easier.

"Ah... Opioids are a bitch to kick. Controlled substance so I won't ask how you got it but I understand it's not easy. There was this study we had to do in training. This one agent got captured and tortured and the BAU had to watch as he was drugged, tortured, and almost died... I guess you would know them, right?" You asked, trying to figure out which team member it was.

"That was me." Again, Spencer being upfront.

"Oh...Spencer, I'm so sorry... I didn't know." You were remorseful, you shouldn't have brought it up.

"That's where it began. I begged for him not to do it the first time, not wanting the drugs. But after that? After the torture and pain and... Everything? I craved that release. And even after he died, I just wanted to get away from all of the stress in life. Feel warmth in my veins, mentally zoning out for just long enough to reset my mind and be reminded that there was something good in the world..." Spencer looked over your shoulder but his eyes weren't fixed on a particular spot.

That's the thing about being an addict... You don't realize how much it hurts to be alive until the high sends you crashing back down. And, especially in our line of work, all you want is to stay up for as long as possible because the horrors of reality will tear you apart..." You finished.

Spencer's attention came back to you as you spoke, making you a little uncomfortable. You couldn't meet his eyes.

"I went to a couple meetings in the past." Spencer said, thinking about his experiences there. "I didn't feel like I belonged. I have a good life. Stable job. I'm fortunate enough to have a roof over my head. My mom is taken care of by capable people. I don't have to worry about anything. And the guys there? They're struggling in many cases. They're fighting for the things I take for granted and I didn't know how I could stand to be in the same room with my privileges and pretend like my problem was important..." Spencer trailed off.

"Spencer, your addiction is valid." You were finally able to look him in the eyes and emphasize your point.

"Is it, though?" Spencer stared back at you, a challenging tone laced his voice.

"It's not fun..." You started, unable to look at Spencer any longer. "I don't do it for fun or because I want to stay high. I don't do it for the feeling it gives me. I do it because I feel like I have to."

"What do you mean?" Spencer tilted his head like a puppy who was trying to understand a new word.

"After I broke my ankle, I was prescribed these... Off brand pills. They didn't really help unless I snorted them. And even then, they didn't help my ankle or me. So I found something stronger. A friend of mine is a doctor and when I go to see him, I'm able to... I guess manipulate him into giving me the good stuff, the stuff that makes my thoughts slow down, calms the voice, gives me a sense of peace and not this constant anxiety." You said, hands tapping the table.

"Oh..." Spencer said, taking in what you were saying.

"I'm an addict not for pleasure but for pain. And my struggle is no greater or lesser than yours." You said, fingers still tapping away. "I struggle, like you, except the difference is I'm newer to the team so they don't know what it's like to see me in my chaotic neutral state. What did you do when you had cravings before? You must have been clean for a couple years now, right?"

"I went to Emily... I always went to Emily. I play back these moments when I snapped at her for wanting to help and I wish I just..." Once again, Spencer's voice was caught in his throat.

"She was your safe space when you felt like you couldn't turn to anyone else." You said, understanding. "You don't have to be romantically inclined to have a safe space with someone. It's whomever you find solace in, for any reason under and over the sun."

"I wouldn't feel this way if she were here..." Spencer said, more to himself as if he were trying to be convincing.

"Spencer, you have to be honest with yourself. If it wasn't this, it would be something else. And that something else might not have landed you with someone who was willing to assist you in your recovery to stay clean." You said, finishing your pancakes.

"What?" Spencer did a double take. No one had ever offered to help him. He always had to be the first to make the move but even then, everyone was reluctant to take on the responsibility of Spencer.

"Isn't there an unspoken rule about addicts not being with each other?" Spencer asked, genuinely concerned.

He hoped not because he would love to have someone he could finally confide in, someone who wouldn't make him feel like a burden.

"No, that's about addicts not dating each other. But I think that as friends, we can understand each other in ways others cant. We can fight together. Have you notiiced the craving is gone, for the most part?" You asked, sure that Spencers single slice would be gone in a moment.

"Okay. Deal. We can confide in one another and maybe it'll help us get a grip on reality when we feel ourselves slipping.”

“Okay.”

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