#...how do you tag these? Just tag anon ask?

[pencil-n-pen]

here after reading your Spencer Reid fic. I was wondering if you could write Spencer x autistic!reader where r gets overstimulated and basically having a meltdown and Spencer like helps her ig? Idk if that makes since, but thank you!!

BUZZ

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anon you have no idea how excited i was to see this ask. i even showed my bestie. thank you sm for the ask !!

summary: police precincts are overwhelming. Spencer knows just how to help :)

cw: detailed depictions of a sensory overload, hurt/comfort

this is pretty short, sorry !!

i am autistic and will be drawing on my own autistic experiences and what helps me during meltdowns :)

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The lights are buzzing.

It’s hard to ignore. The policeman/detective/whoever he is who’s filling the team in on the case smacks his lips in between sentences. This is equally hard to ignore.

The tag on your neck has moved up from a small itch to what feels like a small stab everytime you move your head.

The muscles in your neck jump and twitch in the urge to shake— to firmly overcompensate for the feeling, to establish equilibrium.

But you know where that goes. One shake becomes two, and then everyone’s looking at the FBI agent having “some sort of fit”. You squeeze your hand until your nails dig scarlet crescents into your palms and focus on the pain instead.

But it doesn’t work. The lights are still buzzing, and the guy has stopped talking but now everyone else is talking and it’s louder and all the conversations sound like the same volume, all digging sharp claws into your brain, right under your scalp.

Your entire body itches— absolutely writhes with the feeling of wrong, wrong, wrong, too much.

Your hands twitch and jerk at your sides. You’re to focused on stopping the rest of your body to stop them and it hits you all at once that you have to get out.

But you don’t know where you are in this precinct and you don’t know where to go to find quiet and not the bathrooms because what if someone flushes the toilet and did you bring your earbuds you can’t remember it’s loud and you have to get away—

A tall figure steps in front of you, effectively cutting off your field of vision save for a specific pattern of dark maroon gingham. It’s a button down, and a black tie, and a grey suit jacket.

Your skin itches marginally less now that you can’t see anything, and then large, careful hands slot in place over your ears, applying pressure just shy of hurting.

With the sound gone, or at least muffled, your lungs don’t feel quite as constricted, and your body feels less like an open, raw nerve.

You suck in a careful breath, and then another, and then another until you think you can probably pass for normal now.

You tap Spencer’s arm once, and slowly, as to not shock your rattled brain, takes his hands away from your ears.

“I have your earbuds. Do you want to go to their secondary briefing room? It’s nice. I scoped it out.”

He leans down when he says it, eyes searching your face but not making eye contact. He’s mentally cataloging your expressions to see if you’re still upset. You’re familiar with this process by now.

“Yeah,” You force the words out of your mouth like pulling teeth and he frowns a little. He always knows when you overcompensate.

He takes your right hand in his, squeezing intermittently to keep your focus on him and leads you through the precinct, expression and body language stating very clearly:

Stay away.

You stare at your shoes the entire time he leads you to the briefing room, skin prickling at the idea of how many people saw your not-well-concealed freakout.

You should’ve found this room faster, so you could’ve been alone and no one would have seen—

“Stop beating yourself up.”

You snap your head up to glare at him. “Stop profiling me.”

He’s standing next to you, still not trying to make eye contact, though your hand remains firmly in his.

He shakes his head, then reaches into his pocket and produces a pair of earbuds.

Emphasis on a pair, not your pair.

You stare at where they lie innocently in the palm of his hands. “Those aren’t mine. Mine have a chip right there from when I dropped them getting out of the car.”

“I saw a pair when I was out the other day so I got them. So you’d have a backup. They’re the exact same make and model.”

You blink, unable to tear your eyes away from them.

He bought them. For you. Because sometimes you forget your earbuds and can’t get to them in time. Because he knows you prefer earbuds bc they’re more casual and subtle than noise cancelling headphones. He bought them.

He pushes them towards you again, and you give in, because who can say no to that? It’s easy from then to plug them into your phone and start up the playlist of music you have saved for these specific situations.

He steers you to one of the tables in the back, turning the lights off as he goes, and tucks you both, side by side, into the two chairs in the furthest, quietest corner.

His hand never leaves yours.

ʚɞ

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Batman is here

what if shadow or Sonic are like at a mall with reader and the reader stops at a window at a pet shop staring at the hedgehogs lol

imagine the certain hedgehog the reader likes have behavior like their lover!

-🩸

“Silly Hedgies”

Pairing(s): Sonic the Hedgehog x Reader x Shadow the Hedgehog

Requested: Yes (by the blood anon, hello again!).

Description: When exploring the mall, you find two unique companions.

Notes: I know you said Sonic or Shadow, buuuut…I need me some more poly stuff. Hope you enjoy regardless!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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It was a decently nice day outside.

But the weather outside didn’t matter much to you; after all, you were in a mall with your partners, Sonic and Shadow!

They already ran off to get their own things in a competition to see who could get you the best gift, leaving you to shop on your own.

While shopping, curiosity got the better of you and you decided to check out the small pet adoption center in the mall.

The first thing that catches your attention is the hedgehogs.

The owner notices you looking at them and chuckles.

“I see you quite like hedgehogs,” the owner says.

“They’re adorable, to be fair,” you respond, and the owner nods.

“Would you like to hold them?” the owner asks.

You nod, and the owner (her tag reading “Debra”) gently picks up the two hedgehogs, allowing you to hold one in each of your palms.

“Do they have names?” you ask.

“This one is Sonic,” Debra starts, pointing at the one on your left palm, before pointing at the other one. “And this one is Shadow.”

“How ironic!” you say. “...Could I possibly adopt both of them?”

“Of course! Just follow me for the paperwork,” Debra says, leading you over to the counter.

You set the two hedgies into a carrier that Debra sets out, filling out the paperwork necessary, changing their names to “Sonic Jr.” and “Shadow Jr.”, and paying the required amount, setting the adoption in stone.

“Have a nice day! And take good care of them!” Debra says, waving bye to you as you leave.

“I will! Thank you again!” you say. “Now to get you two a big enclosure!”

Not long after you get home, you start to make part of your room to a hedgehog enclosure, giving them both plenty of room to run around, play, and nest.

While playing with Sonic Jr., someone suddenly knocks on your door, and you go over and open it.

It happens to be Sonic and Shadow, the both of them holding flowers for you.

“Hey [Name]! Sorry it took us so long, we ended up just getting you flowers, hehe,” Sonic says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s no problem at all, I appreciate them regardless,” you say, moving so the two of them can come in, the both of them giving you the bouquets.

A small squeak from your bedroom catches your attention, and it seems Sonic Jr. fell onto his back.

You rush over and gently put him back upright, with him making a squeak of happiness.

“What the hell are those,” Shadow asks.

“Oh, these two? These are my pet hedgehogs,” you say. “Sonic Jr. and Shadow Jr. respectively.”

“Aww! Where’d you get these cuties?!” Sonic asks, picking up Shadow Jr. suddenly.

Shadow Jr. retaliates by biting Sonic’s finger, causing him to yelp.

You gently take Shadow Jr. off of Sonic’s finger, putting him back in the enclosure.

Shadow lets out a snicker as Sonic pouts.

“Sorry, he tends to do that when scared,” you tell him. “Meanwhile Sonic Jr. curls into a ball, hehe.”

“Did you get them while we were at the mall?” Shadow asks.

“Yep! There was a small adoption center and these two were in there,” you tell him. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Well, you better not forget to hang out with us as well!” Sonic says.

“‘Course I wouldn’t, silly hog,” you say. “I love you both too much.”

“I love the both of you, too!” Sonic replies.

“You two are…tolerable, I suppose,” Shadow jokes. “One more so than the other.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Sonic asks, causing you to giggle.

You loved these two hedgies.

[bamgyuuuri]

hiii! can you please write smth about the reader loving soobin's sweaters and keeps wearing them?

are you taking anons? can I please be 🐰 anon?

⤷ sweater weather ┈ csb.

pairings and tags. boyfriend!soobin x reader . established relationship . fluff . soobin is basically whipped for reader . domestic fluff . affectionate teasing . soft intimacy

word count. 1.0k

short note … AAA thank you for this delicious req omg,, and yes, of course you can be 🐰 anon! hello!!! <3 i hope this is to your liking ><

you loved soobin's sweaters so damn much.

it wasn’t just the warmth they provided, though that was certainly a bonus. it was the way they made you feel—like you were wrapped in something safe and comforting, like his presence was surrounding you even when he wasn’t there.

there was something so undeniably soothing about slipping on one of his oversized sweaters, as though it was made for you to feel the exact comfort you craved. maybe it was the way the fabric molded to your body in all the right ways, or maybe it was the scent. his scent. a mix of his cologne, the subtle sweetness of coffee, and something deeper—something uniquely soobin. every time you breathed it in, it felt like a little piece of him was wrapped around you, making you feel like you were never really far from him.

whenever you visited his place, it became something of a ritual. you'd walk through his front door, and instantly, you’d be enveloped by the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint, comforting smell of something sweet—likely from the kitchen, where soobin was either baking or preparing something for the both of you.

it was like his home was a place where time slowed down, where the chaos of the world didn’t exist. your eyes would immediately search for his closet in the corner of the room. the very sight of it was like discovering hidden treasure. every time, you felt like you were stepping into a secret world, where his clothes were yours to borrow and even take, and that small act felt almost like a love language of its own.

you’d walk straight to it, running your fingers over the soft fabrics until you found exactly what you were looking for—a sweater that would make you feel at home. it was always the same; his sweaters were oversized, the sleeves long enough to cover your hands, the neckline wide and warm, the fabric rich with the memories of him.

without missing a beat, you’d pull it over your head, the softness of it immediately surrounding you like a gentle embrace. you’d stand there for a moment, letting it sink in, the feeling of being wrapped in his warmth, the softness of his scent still lingering on the fabric.

then, you’d walk into the living room to find soobin, his eyes always lighting up whenever he sees you. no matter how many times he’d seen you wearing his sweaters, the sight still seemed to captivate him every time. he’d pause whatever he was doing, usually with a book or his laptop, and give you that look—one that made your heart flutter, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

"again?" he’d ask, voice filled with that familiar warmth and amusement, though his eyes were soft, the affection in them unmistakable.

you’d smile at him, twirling slowly to show him how the sweater draped perfectly around you, and tease him with a playful grin. “you’re just too stylish, binnie. i can’t help myself.”

he’d laugh, shaking his head as his gaze softened even more. "i know. it suits you too well. i might need to start locking my closet."

but you both knew it wasn’t just about the clothes. there was something special about wearing his sweaters—it was as if his presence was intertwined with every fiber. it wasn’t uncommon for soobin to notice that one of his favorite sweaters was missing after you left. at first, he’d search his closet, his brow furrowing slightly, wondering if he’d misplaced it, or if maybe it had slipped behind the other clothes. he'd take a deep breath, running his fingers over the neatly folded clothes, but something always felt off. his favorite sweater, the one he’d worn just the day before, the one he’d shared with you on the couch, wasn’t there. a small, frustrated sigh would escape him as he thought to himself, where did it go?

but after a moment, a small smile would tug at soobin’s lips, and he’d shake his head. why was he even confused? it was always the same. he knew exactly where his sweaters had gone—they’d be with you. without fail, they always ended up on your shoulders, hanging loosely as you made your way back home.

"i think you’ve taken my favorite one again," he’d tease you once, his voice playful but there was something in the way his eyes lingered on you that made it clear he didn’t mind one bit.

you’d laugh, offering soobin that signature grin that always melted him. "well, you know," you'd say, shrugging in that casual way, "it looks better on me anyway."

soobin would chuckle softly, shaking his head, knowing you were probably right. even if you’d taken any of his sweaters yet again, it never really bothered him. if anything, he loved it. 

it wasn’t long before the scent of you became almost permanent in his sweaters. sometimes, when he was alone in his room, he’d reach for one of the now returned sweaters, the one you’d worn just a few days ago, and bury his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply, catching that familiar trace of you. and for a moment, he could pretend you were there, curled up next to him, watching a movie or reading together. it was his way of holding onto you, of staying close to you even when you weren’t physically there.

and though he’d never admit it, soobin had come to look forward to those small, sweet moments—when he’d find another of his sweaters missing, only to know exactly where it had gone. 

sometimes, he’d even find himself getting a little excited when he noticed one of them gone again. because he knew that when you came back, you’d always be wearing the fabric again, just like you always did, and it was a feeling he never wanted to give up.

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[catbolt]

Hi! I have 2 chronic illnesses (specifically me/cfs and fibromyalgia) and I've always wondered how the boys would help to take care of a chronically ill mc? I know Xavier would probably nap with her, but I was hoping you could write some drabbles or something please? I really, really appreciate you reading this, even if you don't take it up. Thank you! :) <3

— TAKE CARE

[TAGS] fluff, xavier x mc, zayne x mc, rafayel x mc, sylus x mc (no caleb bc tbh i'm not quite sure how i want to write him yet), 2nd person but canon hunter mc is referenced

[A/N] hii anon! did this sort of headcanon style, hope it's to your liking! don't have any personal experience with chronic illness so kept things pretty vague to avoid mischaracterization (but hopefully still suiting the prompt.)

xavier

doesn’t overburden you with too much talk or make a big deal out of your flare ups, instead spending most of the time just silently, patiently by your side . Napping, watching mindless TV, reading a book side by side with you in bed. 

xavier def gives parallel play vibes-- even if you two aren’t doing the same activity he’ll be next to you, comforting you with the simple warmth of his presence. “need anything?” “want a massage?” “tired?” is as much as he’ll probe. he understands what you need without you even having to say it, often anticipating your needs before you even realize them yourself.

personally he does not gaf about work drama but since he knows you get antsy not knowing what's happening at hunter HQ whenever you have to call out from work, he always prepares a rundown of any work tea for you. he finds himself being even more nosy and attuned to the other hunters at work, just so he can see your eyes light up whenever he gets to tell you about which of the new recruits are flirting with who.

zayne

sometimes it’s a little hard for him not to go fully into doctor mode whenever you're having symptoms, but he tries to rein it in so as to not frustrate/overwhelm you.

he would have very strong reactions to any signs of physical distress from you. seeing you in the middle of a flare up makes him have to confront that you're not one of his patients, you're... you, which is harder, makes things infinitely more complicated. he can't just be calm and orderly as he usually is and prides himself on being when it's you who's in pain.

he's trained himself to panic less and stay logical when it comes to your symptoms, but he has to concentrate to do so, walking himself mentally through his own medical training on your condition to talk him down from overreacting. you wouldn't have thought a doctor of all people would be the type to be on edge about something like this, knowing he's familiar with similar conditions, but for zayne, he definitely has to care for you while also battling his own emotional rollercoaster.

rafayel

cheers you up with little doodles and gifts, trying to keep your spirits high whenever symptoms get particularly bad.

i have this image of him just making little sculptures out of shells from the beach and putting them on your nightstand to decorate the space especially during those times where you're stuck in bed for days. even if he can't be around 24/7, he makes sure reminders of him are around when you go to sleep and when you wake up

video calls you a lot whenever he's out and about by himself, at the studio, taking a walk, even at events, because he doesn't want you to miss out on any of the fun even when you can't physically join.

sylus

definitely the doesn't ask questions and anticipates your needs easily type. sometimes he even overdoes it because he gets carried away but it's sweet either way, like when he prepares a bubble bath for you with a bath bomb and a bunch of essential oils to soothe your muscles and then you have to remind him you took a shower like three hours ago already

sends mephisto to watch over you during flare ups when you're napping or if he's out, and will send checking in texts frequently even though you know he has a full live feed of you from mephisto.

makes luke and kieran also do whatever you need whenever he's not around and you're having strong symptoms. notes under the door saying "boss wants you to check your phone" "boss wants to know if you need anything" "boss says he's working late and that he ordered you dinner, so you should eat without him" are a frequent amusing feature of sylus' care

[liabugs]

May I have a rafayel x reader smut?

I kinda went crazy with this one lol !! ty for the ask, Anon 🩷

cw: rafayel x fem!reader, mentioning of edging and fingering (f! receiving) p in v (unprotected) but pulling out, pet names (cutie, good girl, baby, prettygirl) begging, rafayel being a tease LMAO, just fllthy smut, not proof read, lmk if I missed any tags 🩷🎀

You were so close, right on the edge of a euphoric waterfall. If only a certain someone would let you have your release. For what felt like hours, he had been building you up, making you feel so good... only to bring you down and take away your pleasure.

"Please please please let me cum-" you pleaded, only for him to smirk. "You will get to cum soon cutie, don't worry." He teased with a hint of playfulness. he slowly removes his index and ring finger out of your cunt. Your hole clenched around nothing, desperately wanting something to take his place. He brought his fingers into his mouth while looking into your dazed eyes, tasting you with a soft moan. "Fuck baby, your taste will always amaze me." Bringing his face up to yours, sensually kissing you, deep.

You moaned into the kiss, Rafayel pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongue moving with his like it was second nature, tasting yourself on his lips. He pulled away, you let out a soft whine from the lost contact of his warm lips on yours. "Are you ready to take my cock, hm?" He purrs, you nod eagerly with an 'mhm' falling from your lips. Rafayel chuckles, "Use your words, pretty girl." You whine, he knew what he was doing, teasing you with no mercy. "I want your cock please..." You beg. It felt like no matter how much you beg, Rafayel would always be a tease. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it as much as he does.

"Okay, cutie... Take a deep breath for me." He said, lining his cock up with your entrance. Rafayel was bigger than most, and he was definitely is a lot bigger than you. His body practically engulfed yours, so when you take his cock it's always a big stretch. You breathe in, "Good girl, 'doing so good for me..~" He praises you. Then, as you breathe out, he slowly pushes the tip of his cock into the ring of your cunt. You throw your head back into the pillows with a moan, felling the slight pain of Rafayel's cock stretching you out. The more he pushes in, the more pleasure overwhelms you. He curses, his cock twitching inside of you.

Rafayel looks into your eyes, his filled with love. you nod to give him the permission to move. He starts off with soft, shallow trusts, earning little whimpers and moans from your lips. Working his way up to deep strokes, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. You cry out his name, he hums as a response. He leans in to leave a soft kiss on your lips. trailing down to your neck, leaving marks that everybody will be able to see tomorrow. Your legs wrap around his hips as he hits your special spot inside of your cunt, your walls fluttering around his cock. He hips at an angle so he can keep hitting that spot.

"fuck fuck! nng 'feels so good..!" You moan out, your nails scratching down his back. Rafayel hisses, but his sound of slight pain is replaced with a moan as you clinch around him. "You're taking me so well, baby, 'jus like that... fuck!" A growl heard raging from Rafayel's throat, his hips picking up the pace. Your hand reaches down to rub on the little pearl between your legs, chasing your high. "fuck, rub that clit for me baby, yeah?" He moans out, his thrusts getting sloppy. You both were so close to cumming, your gummy walls fluttering while you could feel Rafayel's cock twitch. Your moans becoming higher in pitch, "yesyesyes! 'gonna cum...!" You babble on. Rafayel groans, "cum for me pretty girl, I know you can do it..~" and with those words you're cumming. the coil in your stomach snapping. "doin' so good for me baby, jus' a lil' longer... I'm so close..." He chuckles and keeps fucking you though your high. You whine, already feeling overstimulated. with a couple more thrusts, he pulls out. Cum spurts on your tummy and tits, Rafayel praising you with a kiss.

You both bask in the afterglow, Rafayel pampering you with kisses and praises. He gets off the bed and scoops you up into his arms, walking to the bathroom. He sits you down on the sink counter and starts running bath water. He walks over to you, kissing you with passion. you both exchange 'I love you's and enjoy the rest of your night together.

[chvoswxtch]

hi!!!!!!

so excited for movie night!!!! <3

could I possibly have a romcom (directors cut edition) with ftws!bucky pls!!

something along the lines of, "all you had to do was ask," if yk what I mean 😏😙😇

hi nonnie!!! welcome!!

fatws bucky has my whole ass heart. I don't know what they did to him in thunderbolts and i'm scared so i'm gonna pretend like that's not happening rn and we will go back to a simpler time <3

unfortunately since you're on anon, I can't do the directors cut, but I will give you some delicious bucky visuals and set the scene for your imagination to run wild ;)

headcannon below the cut

cruel intentions starring bucky barnes

bucky barnes is a shithead. if you don't believe me, I implore you to watch the entirety of fatws and point out one time he isn't being a sassy, snarky, taunting lil fucker (and we love him for it, i adore my bitchy lil grumpy super solider)

also the man has been through it so I think he's earned the right to be bitchy

being a super soldier means that everything about bucky is enhanced (😉) which includes his senses. now he's not quite at matt murdock level of heightened senses, but he can tell certain things about people (think cap in the elevator with the hydra agents clocking that shit from a mile away). he's also learned to read body language as a former assassin

combine all that with how well bucky knows you, he can always tell what kind of mood you're in very easily

so when you're frustrated but too stubborn to admit it, he knows. oh, he knows. and he's patient enough to get you to break and give into him

lets say you two had a petty argument, and now you're giving him the silent treatment. but you haven't seen each other in over a week, and he knows you want him just as much as he wants you. but instead of being the mature 107 year old man he is and trying to talk it out with you, he decides to be a teasing lil shit instead

suddenly your car needs an oil change and bucky is out in the driveway wearing that slutty lil blue henley that makes his eyes look so pretty, and he's got only one of the buttons buttoned, and the sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, and the shirt looks like it's been washed and dried one too many times bc you can see every muscle in his back and shoulders flex when he moves

and then he decides to silently join you in the living room, where you're still ignoring him, and he sits down right across from you and spreads those thick ass thighs in a way that makes your mouth water bc why are his jeans so fucking snug like that and he's just calmly reading a book not making a sound or saying a word with no expression on his face, but internally he's smirking bc he can feel your eyes on him

every room you migrate to, bucky seems to appear in with some reason or excuse, shredding your patience to a paper thin strand that is a breath away from snapping

the stubborn part of you wants to be strong and continue ignoring him but the weak part of you can't even remember why you're upset and does it even matter when he looks like that?

the last straw is when he saunters into the bedroom in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips, and he drops down to start doing push ups. he's grunting not bc he's straining himself, he's not even breaking a sweat, but bc he knows it'll make you think of him grunting in a different way with those dog tags dangling deliciously from his neck

finally having enough, you slam your book shut and toss it carelessly aside on the bed before stomping over towards him. bucky glances up over his shoulder at you with an expression that was almost innocent, except for that stupid smirk spreading over his mouth. as soon as you're within reach, bucky suddenly turns over onto his back and grabs your leg, tugging you down on top of him with a cocky grin (you know the one)

"now that wasn't so hard, was it? all you had to do was ask, doll."

sam wilson is truly god's strongest soldier bc he puts up with bucky's attitude and ^that??? i'd fold like a lawn chair in a hurricane

[luiluvr]

reader buying luigi his favorite books because he checked them out at the library and they know his goodreads proved he loved them a lot so they buy the physical book so he can have them if he ever wants to reread them

oh this is so cute anon </3

WARNINGS: none just fluff :D

Luigi was always reading. When he had free time from his job or he wasn't caught up in family gatherings and whatnot, he had his nose between ink-printed pages. You knew it too; of course, he would put down the book just to cuddle you or shower you in kisses after a long day. He never bought the books like most people would, he figured if he just checked it out from the library he didn't risk buying a book he'd end up hating...Plus it gave him a reason to go outside and go somewhere other than back to your shared apartment. No matter how bad a book was to him, he'd always leave a review on Goodreads, you followed him so you'd receive notifications whenever he finished a book.

You found he had checked out a book he'd rated five stars not too long ago; he wrote a long review on how much he liked it too — he was returning it again, you tagged along with him to each library visit, it gave you a chance to see into his little hobby, watching him scan over the bookshelf, never needing to ask for assistance with finding a book. He always knew right where to find what he's looking for.

He turns around to walk from the counter and glanced at the new displays of books the library changed every couple of weeks, although Luigi normally finished his book way before the return date they gave. "I love that book, I would reread it again if I could. Unfortunately, they said someone reserved it so I don't want to take the chance for the next person to read it."

You smile at his words, selfless man. Most people would more than likely recheck the book, the next person can wait. However, he knew he'd already read it twice. So being kind as he is; he returns it so whoever reserved the book can have the opportunity to read his new favorite.

After that day, you took time when you got off of work to go to the local bookstore and find it. You even wrap it up nicely, add a bow just as your own signature touch and bring it home.

When he got home, you greet him happily. A little nervous but excited to give his his gift. He mentions his back was achy through a tired mumble, you help him settle on the couch with a pillow and heating pad comfortably. You had this cheeky grin and even though he didn't feel great, he still smiled and raised an eyebrow back, "What's got you so smiley?"

"Nothing," you said softly. "I got somethin' for you, Lu." You state, reaching over the side of the armrest and picking up the wrapped book. He takes it gently in his large palms and looks back up to you.

"You did? What's the occasion, dear?"

"None, just open it."

He chuckled, pulling the delicate bow untied then peeling the white and gold-colored wrapping paper. His tired eyes lit up at the sight of the book's cover and his rosy lips curve into a big smile. "Oh! You bought it for me?" His excitement was clear.

"You loved it so much, I figured I'd buy it for you. That way you can reread it as much as you want and there's no due date or reserve in the way." His cheeks flushed a pink hue, he stared at you in almost disbelief. With that look in his eyes, you knew you were going to do this a lot more in the future.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He says leaning over and placing a tender kiss against your lips. You hum and nod, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb against his slightly stubble-grown jaw. "I love you so much."

"I love you more, Lu."

Needless to say, you bought him so many more books after this, he was always grateful and so overjoyed; especially when it was one he really, really loved.

[thesilvertheorist]

• nsfw drabble - first time •

REQUEST: anon asked -

"five hargreeves first time hc/drabbles? 🥹"

warnings/tags: mdni (this is a smut drabble!), five's body and mind are 18+ here (don't be creepy), virgin!five, fivexfem!reader (lmk if people want a masc!reader ver.), PiV sex, unprotected sex (do as I say and not as I write - use protection!)

Masterlist

enjoy?? teehee - i'm open to doing another version of this, more like a fic, hmu for details

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okay so, five is obviously VERY timid when it comes to romance and intimacy on all levels... he just doesn't know what to do, like at all. he's just so clueless. he's spent years working for the commission, visiting sleazy places just to kill people who obstructed the timeline corrections. he never really knew what to make of knowing people were 'boning'. he usually gets utterly disgusted by the thought of sex - not realising that he just didn't understand what it meant if it were to happen with a partner he actually trusted to look after him...a partner he trusted to treat the delicate parts of him with care...to treat his soul with care. so when you came into his life, and your relationship began to progress, he was pleasantly surprised that the thought of sex no longer disgusted him - but ONLY if his thoughts were focused on having sex with you. he's uninterested in other people at the best of times - its obvious he's a devoted partner in all aspects.

the two of you would have had conversations about sex before, elaborating more about when it felt like the right time and when you would feel comfortable taking that extra step. five is meticulous about everything, he ensures to never overstep a single boundary of yours, not even once; just as you'd never overstep one of his. he is so deeply emotional about the fact that you treat him with respect and listen to what he's telling you. he shows that respect back a trillion times over. this, however, does not mitigate the natural progression of a human relationship. you two have hormones and urges which need answering.

the two of you will be sharing an emotionally intimate moment, holding each other and relishing in the comfort that the other brings. you'll feel five relax underneath your touch and really let that harsh outer persona drop. you bring him in for a kiss, a loving one, one that expresses deep feelings of devotion and adoration. over the course of your relationship with five, he's learned so much about how to love up on you. his once inexperienced kisses are now exactly what you need from him. his once tentatively shy hands are now planted firmly on your waist, funning themselves over your hips and up into your hair. five never really thought he'd need more than this from you...but something in him has shifted and today - he needs it.

you'd urge five to get comfortable, knowing that this is going to be much better unrushed and truly appreciated. he'd lay next to you, feeling you pull him back in for another kiss, and then another one...and another. this moment would progress until you're both left gasping for air. you'd both just explore each other with an overwhelming feeling of love, almost tearjerkingly. you'd touch him as if he were made of glass - as if he'd shatter beneath you, because he feels like he just might. every touch you give him sends shivers up his spine and blood away from his brain. he's so delicate. you'd break apart from him to caress his face, fix his hair, and lock his gaze. whilst looking at him you'd see everything he is: insecurity, obscurity, and immense bravery. he'd searching your eyes for what comes next. as he's so friggin out of his depth when it comes to anything physical...or emotional for that matter. you'd assure him that he's safe with you, peppering kisses on his face as you whisper your affirming sweet nothings over to him, feeling him begin to relax again.

five would have no idea what's next. obviously he knows the basic principles of sexual interaction...but never had he put thought into the logistics. before he could spite himself at the gross oversight, you'd interrupt his train (wreck) of thought by asking him if he wanted to keep going. he'd be completely taken aback by your question - so confused by it. had he made you feel like he didn't want to continue?? you'd see the panic start to set in and reassure him that you're asking for his sake and not yours, affirming to him that he has the option to say no. and that'd be when you clocked them...tears. five wouldn't be able to stop them, hell he wouldn't even know they were happening. he would just be so damn emotional about someone actually (wholeheartedly) giving a shit about him - enough so to give him the option to say no [five does not realise that this is the bare minimum as he's never felt love...okay carrying on], enough to ask him how HE felt.

he'd basically fall to pieces into your arms and babble endlessly about his love for you and how he wants to take this step with you - and only you. he'd want you to take care of him. you'd take his hand in yours as you began to trace down his body, removing clothing as you went, five slipping back into his shy little shell that he knows all too well. i feel like he'd need you to watch him intently to pull him back out when this happened - showering him with kisses on the places on his body he doesn't like (which is basically everywhere because he has immense dysmorphia). he'd return the favour for you, removing your clothes and instead covering you in his words of devotion and love. that's when you'd notice his inexperience come back to him. he'd have no idea on where to touch you - no clue on how to make you feel good... but you'd take his hand and (quite literally) show him.

you'd lead his hands to where you felt best - feeling his hands brush against your breasts to feel across your nipples (his mouth would water at how soft you felt and how delectable you were), you'd lead him down to your core, giving him access to your wet heat. he'd lose it when he touched you there, dropping his face into the crevice of your neck. the feeling of your slick, the warmth of your cunt...it would all overcome him and he'd endlessly run his fingers up and down your folds, committing the sensation to memory whilst also losing his brain entirely. this is where he'd need you to step in, to take the lead for this one. he's so used to having to be in complete control all the time...he'd need you to control this for him - to tell him how this is meant to go - to make sure he knew he didn't need to think through this...to let him be authentically himself.

i feel like he'd want you to cover him, he'd be on the bottom whilst you made yourself comfortable on top of him, making sure to drown him in affection as you both adjusted to the feeling of being like this with each other. five would be putty in your hands, letting you love him wherever you needed to, whenever you needed to. he'd gasp when you took his cock into your hands, stroking it gently, milking the precum from him. he'd curse his body for the eagerness of his reaction - feeling as though he may end this before he'd even got chance to start it. he'd want this to last for as long as humanly possible... he'd whine out incoherent whines of desperation as you swipe his tip across your folds, gathering letting your wetness drip down him, preparing him to enter you. he'd throw his head back when you would tease his tip at your entrance, circling it, threatening to enter and then pulling away. he'd grab at you, needing to ground himself from being sent sky high with the blood rushing through his veins.

you'd look him in the eyes as you took his hand in your own, finally allowing his tip to enter you. and he would fall to fucking pieces. he'd not break your gaze for a single second, but his mouth would be slack-jawed and he'd have no words - the only sound coming out of him would be a silent scream of pleasure at the feeling of you encasing him. you'd slide onto him slowly, letting both you and him adjust to the sensation of being joined in the closest place imaginable. once fully seated, you'd allow five to break your gaze and his head would loll back, falling limp as his breath hitched and his cock twitched inside you. you'd had an inkling that this meant that he wouldn't last long. hell, he'd have been holding it for ages already, forcing himself to hang on for this specific moment, a moment that pleased you both...a moment that pleased you.

you'd rise up slowly and feel him panic when he thinks his dick is about to fall out of you, seeing the terror in his eyes as his head snapped back up - relieved and yet astounded when you'd drop your hips back down and take him back into your cunt again. you'd see his eyebrows crease and his eyes screw shut, notice how his ribs flare and his his breath would hitch with every movement you'd make. you decide to let him feel it, to lead him through it, to let him finish.

[five beneath you, quivering with pleasure] "hhaaaah, don- don't know if i can-" "okay, five, it's okay. i've got you," you'd assure to him once again, squeezing his hand that you'd been holding since before he entered you, "it's okay, baby, let go. let it go for me, i've got you" he'd connect your lips in an urgently wet kiss, needing to feel as much of you as possible and show his love for you, breaking it only to gasp and whimper as he felt the coil inside him snap. "oh god- i love you, i love you so fucking much, can't stop, oh-" "i love you too, five... let it go for me, that's it-" you'd speak out as you felt your own pleasure rise and snap along with him, mixing your love together in the deepest part of you.

you wouldn't stop moving against him, only slowing your pace so he'd have chance to come back to his senses. he'd never want to leave you. you'd feel his cock soften slowly inside you and you'd stop moving altogether, resting against him, tangling your free hand in his sweaty hair. he'd whisper endlessly about his love for you, relishing in the fact that you - the person he adored most in the world - had just made him feel nothing short of fucking euphoric.

he'd be utterly offended when you lifted yourself up off him, attempting to summon the strength to keep you there but his muscles would certainly betray him and he'd pout about it, blood coming back up to his brain and reinstating his usual arsey attitude. he still wouldn't object to you pulling him into a close cuddle whilst you brought him back to reality. he'd wonder if he did well for you, feeling like he may have disappointed you until you'd whisper to him about how good of a job he did, laughing slightly about how he's certainly a quick study. you'd feel him release a content sigh before dropping to sleep in your arms, feeling safe, feeling loved, feeling wanted. oh and he'd definitely be all over you the next day, wanting to shower you with affection, feeling closer to you than ever before.

[pichirobi]

your "hard to swallow pill" post was so refreshing to come across while scrolling the dnp tag. so many of these fans just focus on how "dnp are the ones making the jokes, ofc they're okay with it!" and refuse to look any deeper than that - as if this justifies anything you could possibly say about their relationship! they might be fine with some of it now but as you said there is also some very real bitterness about how their privacy has been invaded in the past, and we should all be aware of that. I also just find it strange to interpret all of their interactions as if they're leaving us hints about their relationship at all times. not everything is a hint for us specifically and the idea that they would be hyping up their relationship reveal as if it's an upcoming product they're releasing is very odd to me. and the way people overanalyze every single thing they say is getting annoying especially when the fans are gasping about a phrasing that would be completely normal whether someone is in a platonic or romantic relationship.... it's a bit much at times

sorry for the rant in your inbox, I just really appreciated your post! <3

hi anon, i LOVE this ask!!!

i posted it mostly because i've noticed some people tentatively making similar posts and noting that they were afraid to do so, as it may be an unpopular opinion. i shared my opinion to make it easier for others to start these kinda conversations.

i absolutely agree and think that some fans view dan and phil's videos through a strong shipping lens, and so everything they say is placed in the context of their relationship. people begin to watch phan instead of dan and phil. which is a little sad to me, as they are both great entertainers outside of their relationship, and we know from dan that the true nature of their relationship is the one thing they get to have that's just for the two of them.

to be fair, it is tricky navigating this as a viewer—the product that these entertainers are selling is their dynamic, their friendship, and so we are invited to engage with it. but we also have to police ourselves, because we are guests invited to experience a bit of their friendship. we are being sold the product of "dan and phil", but we also don't own them. i think it's healthy to take what they do/say at face value and to not fantasize about what they must be doing off camera. (i mean, having these thoughts are fine of course haha, it's okay of course to ship them. i just think we should step back and understand that us creating expectations for their relationship can be hurtful for a fan in a parasocial sense, and when taken to far, can become invasive. ie. the point of the "we are in a relationship" dystopia daily video. and so, we should ship phan with a grain of salt.)

i don't think anyone on tumblr's causing real harm/stress to dan and phil, and they're adults they can handle their audience, but i'm sharing these thoughts to encourage a certain mindset when we watch their videos! we have responsibilities as well.

like you, i also personally find it annoying when people take normal sentences/actions that dan and phil say/do, and then extrapolate their headcanons onto it to make it shipping content. 🥸 people say they're joking about the marriage theory, but there's a difference between saying smth genuine in a silly/joking tone, versus actually treating the whole thing like a joke. 🥸 but these folks are just shipping! as long as they know they are putting the fiction in rpf, and don't become obsessive, there's no harm. the phandom is the most mature and healthy it's ever been!

[cannibalisation]

authors note. + tw for mentions of rape.

i wanted to share my overall thoughts on fanfictions about/relating to Luigi Mangione.

in no way am i targeting any specific writers (i really don’t want to start any drama, this is just an analysis of my own findings.) but i am fully aware of how impactful words can be. not a person alive is immune to propaganda, and, that’s simply what words are.

with the writing i’ve done about him, i have been mindful to portray him in a way that is not at all abusive, toxic or even simply rape-y. i’m not trying to place myself at a higher moral ground for doing so or directly shaming anyone else in particular, i just think it’s disingenuous to view him in such a way and honestly? i don’t really think it helps his case in anyway.

also another thing that bothers me is that fics will often be tagged with things related to “uhc shooter” or “brian thompson”. this directly links luigi as the shooter, which isn’t something that should be done if you believe that he’s innocent/framed.

regardless of your personal views on the case, most can agree on the fact that luigi has been terribly treated in the press. i have made the decision to no longer apply myself to any further misinterpretations of who luigi is as a human being, and as a victim of public humiliation and abuse.

i do not think that it is inherently cruel to write fics of him but there are boundaries, boundaries that haven’t even been set because he’s quite literally incarcerated and silenced.

again, i am not trying to garner any sympathy from anyone, because it’s really just not the time and place but i have been subjected to multiple anon asks that have been unnecessarily rude and mean. i initially thought that it was some type of constructive criticism but the more asks that were sent showed that it was not the case. the anon was pretty clear in how much they disliked my depiction of luigi, and had some not so nice words about me and my writing. i’m not going to lie, it definitely has made me reflect on my actions.

i’m not going to respond to any of the asks on my blog, as it will only add more gas to the fire (or whatever that idiom is 🙄) i’m only human, words do get to me, so, i don’t really know what to do now, i will still be supporting luigi but, i don’t really know if writing fics for him is a good idea. his name needs to be voiced aloud, if writing fanfictions is loud enough then i will continue but right now i’m at a loss tbh

if anyone has similar feelings/thoughts and would like to share, my inbox is always open and safe + feel free to dm me :)

[seireitonin]

Hey guys! I’m taking a break from posting on my socials for personal/ mental health reasons but I saw I was tagged in a doc about blood.plauge and I need to say something. First off, I asked not to be tagged in any more drama, but since me and him have talked in private me and plagues beef is settled. I can’t speak on what went on in his discord bc I was never in it. I only saw the racism jokes (which I’m still not okay with) but he’s apologized to me for them and said he’s trying to do better. I was never “silenced” by him. I took my videos down myself. He informed me he was underage (and showed me proof) and still is. I was told by multiple ppl (including ppl in his discord that dmed me) that he was an adult. When I found out he wasn’t I took my videos down bc he still has the chance to change bc he’s young. Even though the insensitive ass jokes he made are ones that I’m still not okay with, again he has apologized and told me he’s working to be better. Also he said he’s been harassed by some of my followers so if you’re doing that, please stop. You’re not helping me or anyone. But yeah I really let up on him bc he’s young and we apologized to each other in private. Although I can’t speak on other ppls experiences with him. If you had an experience w him or certain feelings towards him, that’s your business. And I can’t control that. How you feel about blood.plauge / Toby is up to you. I’m just saying me and him already talked and settled everything between us. And he is in fact underage so he is going to make mistakes. Once again I can’t speak to everyone’s personal experiences w him, but I’m just letting everyone know I wasn’t “silenced” and he did apologize to me. And also I don’t wanna be tagged in any drama associated w him. Since we settled everything it has nothing to do w me anymore. So I will not help anyone “expose him” or whatever the dms and anon messages are about. Ty.

[navxry]

From one (ex)writer to another, and to thise entitled anon who sees writers as inhumane/robots, here is your (very unbiased and) comprehensive guide to add on what OP said because I am actually offended lol

Writers are human like you. However, we spend time literally building our fics from scratch. Although you began by saying "not to be rude", only to follow up with saying such dumb (and, quite frankly, stupid) takes, I believe you may not understand what human beings are.

If you see writers in the same level as AI, you missed the point entirely. Us writers only do these (mostly) out of fun, not out of obligation. Asking—no, demanding a writer to pump out content so you can needlessly devour it, say nothing, and complain and whine when they don't make that content, saying how they should 'deactivate' just because they can't make that content right now, or that they can just write, its not that hard is so offensive.

Writer's block exists. Real life obligations exists. And unfortunately for you, anon, life doesn't give us time nor peace to write all the time.

People only 'posting' and it being seen as 'the only thing they have to do' is a dumb take, and it shows that you neglect to see the work writers, artists, and people in the content creation space have to do. We do research, we make drafts and rewrites of said drafts, we ask proof-readers, and when we're happy, we put them together before posting. For some, they have to do it in their own format, and we also add tags and as many @/s for our taglists (if we have any) so people don't miss it.

And if the writer (or writers) cannot do it, only to be told to deactivate, what makes you? Their boss?

Newsflash, anon: you're a stranger. You do not tell people to keep pumping out content or deactivate, they are their own boss, their host of their own place. To insult someone who makes the things you like is laughable, because when we stop, you'll start asking what happened, right?

So please, to any anon/s thinking of doing this, don't. This will only make people not do content or do it but make it so sloppy, you'll get mad because hey, you wanted it pumped out regularly, right?

Good, quality content takes time to be made. If you want sloppy seconds, or you think you can do it better, do it yourself. But please, don't harass those who are doing it.

That's all. Thank you for reading my needless rant.

sorry if this sounds rude,,, 😢 but you haven’t been posting lately and that’s like the only thing you have to do right? just post something it’s not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much,,, and if you don’t post then just deactivate? there’s no point of staying if you’re not gonna do anything but ramble all the time (again sorry)

hi anon! i’d like to correct a few things here, based on the way you worded this — you likely don’t know how insensitive this ask is.

yes, i haven’t been posting anything lately, totally on me. but at the same time, im a person — with feelings, a life, and friends + family outside of tumblr. i don’t exist just to provide you with fics, i have to clarify that for you since i don’t think you understand that bit just yet.

like any other human being, i have struggles. i usually don’t talk about them openly here because i don’t want to bring the mood down, and i wont even bore you with that information either. but i struggle. so my fics don’t come out as fast as you’d like, there’s a lot that goes into writing instead of something as simple as just “posting something”, you get it? if you’re not sure then you try writing your own work, tell me how it goes.

fanfic writers do not exaggerate, please be mindful that these are real people you have no idea about. they work hard on their pieces and should be appreciated for the joy & love they bring with every word they post. their followers should learn how to be patient.

i’m sorry if this comes off as rude too, but you don’t get to dictate what i do. i’ll deactivate when i feel like deactivating, but it won’t be because you sent me this. rambling helps me let out any pent up feelings i might have, it can be a distraction from the things going on in my life that i’m sure you have no interest in — but it’s comforting for me. so i will continue to do so, and if i make you so upset that you felt this ask was necessary to send, then please feel free to block me, no hard feelings at all. thank you for your concerns, but because i felt this ask comes from you being misguided instead of you straight hating — im answering it. otherwise i would’ve simply blocked you, i hope you have a good day or night 🤍

[hurricanek8art]

If you have trouble connecting with the baddies in swtor, I'd recommend trying the Bounty Hunter and Sith Warrior. BH can be honorable and Light Side SW has some hilarious dialog options. Anyway, happy gaming!

Oh, I have a character for each class and they're all light side, my brain can think "huh, this could be a plot hook" and then I lose complete control until I have at least a barebones idea. 🤣 I'm playing my Hunter as a Mandalorian exile fighting her way back into the clans after the Crusader's Schism, so I've noticed the 'honorable' options, but I haven't encountered too many dialogue options that have connected me to SW story just yet. I am just on Korriban, though. Some stuff has come up around the house that has kept me from getting a chance to play SWTOR, but I'll try to give SW another go once I've gotten my Knight all caught up on class story. Thank you for the advice!

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?

[rjschoicesstuff]

I'd love to participate!!

My inbox is open for anon asks for any questions!

My top 3:

1. Immortal Desires

Pairing: m!asian!cas x f!native!gabe

-I tend to draw them differently looking than how they canonically look, but you can choose for yourself if you want to portray them like that or stick to their canon appearance, if you do anything visual, I'm happy with either! My headcanons for their appearance can be found on their tags on my blog:

cas' tag

gabriela's tag

-For anyone that's more familiar with Ripley (my ID mc) I'm ok with her being included (they start out as a V and later become a triad/throuple), but if you're not familiar with her I feel like it'd be too hard because she's basically a separate character from the canon mc now.

Here's a link to her sprite assets

And here's her tag + the tag where I go deeper into stuff that's different in Ripley's story (which I see more as an au) vs canon

2. Blades of light and shadow

Pairings: Rex(bigender!orc) x Tyril or Rex x Imtura

Rex uses she/her and he/him pronouns, you can interchange or just pick a set, either is fine (I also mostly use she/her for Rex). More info + appearance refs can be found on her tag

Here's a link to her sprite assets

Here's a link to her tag

-Tyril and Imtura are in a polyamorous V relationship with Rex, but if you wanna portray them as a triad/throuple that's fine too because the idea is interesting to me lol.

3. Bitten

Pairing: Jasper (mc) x Alexandra or Jasper x m!white!Skyler

Please send me an anon ask if you need Jasper's sprite! I can also give the transparents for Skyler and Alexandra's expression edits if needed.

Here's a link to Jasper's tag

Also a link to Alexandra's tag because it might be helpful? Idk

Choices Secret Admirer: a Valentine's event

What it is:

Think secret Santa but for Valentine's Day.

Everyone who shows interest in participating will be given a match for whom they should create (or commission) a small work (drabble, art, edit, moodboard, etc)

How to participate:

Reblog this post stating your interest AND include your top 3 books/characters/pairings to help guide your match on what they should create for you. (reblogs that do not include a top 3 will not be considered entries for participation)

or, message me here or at @lovealexhunt stating your interest and include your top picks

Note: When listing your interests, please include any preferred gender/race characteristics you may have for customizable character. If you have FCs you are welcome to list them as well.

If you want to participate but would rather not create for a particular user, feel free to message me privately and if you get that person, I'll re-spin the Wheel of Names should you land on that person.

Deadline to participate: February 1

What comes next:

On, or about, February 2nd, I will message you with your match and what they listed as their top interests. [I use Wheel of Names to match users]

You create something for them based on their interests and post it for them on February 14-16.

You do NOT have to create for all 3 pairings, one is enough. The 3 is to give you a choice for what you're comfortable with!

It would also be really nice if you could include a brief positive message of encouragement and/or support with your creation for your match

Please tag this blog and #ChoicesSecretAdmirer2025 as well so I can keep track of who posted and who is missing.

If you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out.