#My first request and I took like 3 weeks to finish it AND it's probably way off track to what it's supposed to be

[yuu-kumeii]

Heeello, hru?

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, NO TIME SKIP, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)

(Reader is clingy and doesn’t want to vent, but at the end she let it all out)

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, crying

Omg hi anon❗❗❗ I'm doing fine when I got this, but now I'm like a deflated grammar balloon 😭😭😭

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR REQUEST I SWEAR I WAS THINKING ABT IT THE WHOLE TIME AFTER I GOT IT, I just didn't get the motivation at that time so I waited for inspiration to strike. But then inspiration hit me too hard and this ended up going waaaay off track ⚰️ PLUS I wrote the middle part during a campus tour and boy am I glad to have friends who are willing to be my beta readers bc past Yuu was NOT having a good time there 🥹. So sorry again in advance if this isn't exactly what you were expecting 🙏

Btw, your all caps red NO TIMESKIP is kinda funny to me bc it's like telling me to REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A PRE TIMESKIP THING NOT POST since I'm someone who mainly writes for post timeskip 💀 ntm how you probably had your own timeskip waiting for this thing 🧍‍♀️but anyways I hope you still enjoy this monster of a drabble fic hybrid 🫶

Also heads up, it's an established relationship, yeah sorry I didn't know if you would be ok with that but uh yeah sorry 😭

Word count : 3.5k (How did I get here)

There wasn't any indication as to why you started to feel the way you do, maybe you were tired. It could be from stress, school work has been piling up so it wasn't a stretch to say that you might've been feeling a little burnt out. But deep down, you know exactly why. You're just too embarrassed to say it out loud, because what kind of person would you be to think that your friends were that shallow? A bad manager and an even more awful friend, that's what.

Everyone has been asking about you, concerned for your lack of response as of late. You barely look up from your notebook, something about a 'full proof strategy for their next game'. One so full proof it apparently doesn't need any input from the team or Kiyoko...or the coach... It's obvious you're trying to avoid them without being absent. Which makes it even more strange, usually you'd want to get away from the people you're avoiding. So why aren't you?

"Oh no, [Y/N] lookout!" A voice suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts just as you see a ball coming straight for you.

Before you could react, someone beat it to you, "I got it!" A hand reaches out and blocks the ball, you don't register who it is until—

"Nice save, Yacchan!"

Of course.

Yachi was the one who saved your face from getting pummeled while you sat there with your head in the clouds. All the more reason the team should just— just—

Just kick you off the team.

Ah.

There it is.

That's what's been on your mind. Why it was so hard for you to actually avoid them, you were scared to be pushed aside while trying to encourage them to do so. Thinking you were being good at your job, only to see someone new do it better.

You feel like you've been lacking as a manager, despite being in the club for longer. It felt like the newcomer, Yachi, was doing a lot better in the short time she's here. You know it was unwarranted, she's been nothing but helpful. Picking up all the little things you and Kiyoko taught her. The team also welcomed her with open arms, as did you.

It was a gradual realization on your end, with 3 managers on standby, it's easy to lose track of who does what job. But more and more it felt like you've been doing the least out of the 3 of you. It really affected you, even without you knowing.

You start to forget routines, things like after school clean up duty, homework, even going as far as to forget planned hangouts. It felt like all you wanted to do was finish the day as quickly as possible, you don't even get up from your seat much anymore. Your indifference in class is mostly likely why no one tried approaching you for stuff, which makes sense, you probably look unapproachable anyway.

Well, almost unapproachable. If it weren't for Tsukishima, who chose to come up to you on days you fully ignore the team.

"What's up with you?" His words were short and lacked any poise, fitting for the only first year keen on riling up opponents and allies alike.

"...Nothing is, I'm fine" Much like Tsuki, your words were curt. Hoping that the less you answer, the more he's inclined to leave you alone.

Giving you an unconvinced look paired with an equally unconvinced once over, he shrugs and turns to leave you be.

"Suit yourself"

That hurts more than anything your own mind can throw at you, because all it does is convince you further that they're better off without you. All you've been doing is feeling bad about yourself, starting to forget everything important in favor of ignoring the problem.

But strangely enough, even when you forget, nothing seems to have any big consequences. When you realize you forgot about cleanup duty, your class partner just shrugs, saying your friend stayed behind and helped them instead. You think that it could've been Yamaguchi, he sometimes helps with cleaning duty when someone's partner goes home early.

It makes you feel worse about your moping, inconveniencing not one but two people. All because you can't convince yourself that just because Yachi is doing a lot better than you, it doesn't mean you're useless.

Right?

Not to mention the heartwarming messages from your friends when you don't show up to a hangout, they seem so understanding in spite of how you don't even tell them anything. The messages telling you to "Take care of yourself" and "Work things out at your own pace" could honestly make you cry.

Even the team tries their best to cheer you up, or at least to get your attention. You can't lie and say you don't see Hinata trying to get the other first years to pull some cool volleyball stunt he saw once, hoping that you'll congratulate them. It's hard to ignore it, especially when you can just feel his occasional stare, trying to get a reaction from you. But, as much as you want to cheer them on, you just can't do that. And yet, they're still so understanding. Trying to raise your spirit, Yachi even tried to start a conversation with you by asking for help on different managerial duties. But to no avail, all you do is point her in the right direction before going back to your place in the stands. Her efforts weren't in vain, but not enough to really get to you.

But it doesn't add up, how would they know you're going through a tough time? Are you really that obvious? You probably are. Either way, it's sweet of them to still think about you even when you're basically ditching them.

What does make sense to you is the homework, which you still end up submitting on time. All thanks to, you guessed it, Tsukishima. He just started reminding you about homework due in 2 days, complete with the pages and formulas needed. A smart comment about your recent forgetfulness is always attached to the message, something to remind you that it's from Tsuki of all people.

Someone you got to know through Yamaguchi, a mutual friend of yours, and if that's not enough, then being on the same team definitely is. As a manager on said team, you were always there for whatever sarcastic quip he had at the ready. Complete with every short joke ever made and that snide smile of his almost everyday. Needless to say, it didn't take long for a friendship to bloom. No longer hanging out only when Yams was around, you both built a routine for when you have each other. Yet you were always one to break routine for something new, a habit the tall beanpole never fails to challenge.

"Why do I have to come with you? You can just go alone" He says, not too keen on the idea of skipping your usual bakery visit for a cafe.

"Because I don't want to go alone and you're the only free one" You were always so sure he'd come with you anyway, to the point where you don't even try to convince him anymore.

He did end up going with you in the end, even if he did have his complaints here and there. But overall, it was one of the few times you can visibly see him having a good time. You chose a cafe themed around the stars and space in general, which you knew Tsuki liked quite a bit. Sure it would've been better to go to a dinosaur themed cafe, but the ones you know about are all the way in Tokyo and Fukui. Nevertheless, that space cafe visit was definitely a core memory in both your and Tsukishima's friendship, no matter how much that salt shaker wanted to deny it.

Though you did promise that one day, both of you would go together.

As friends, cause that's what you are, right?

Wait, actually do you even remember what happened after the space cafe? Wasn't it really important?

It feels like you know exactly what it is, it's a *fact* that you remember what it is. But much like everything else around you, it as well, whether you mean to or not, is pushed to the back of your head. Your thoughts start to discourage your resolve in this self-driven solitude of yours, built upon claims with no support. But why would the evidence matter if the claim itself is enough to make you believe?

It really felt like you were going to keep up this ruse forever, nothing really served as a consequence to you. The only thing keeping you in this state were the small glimpses of the team above your notebook, always up to some dumb fun. Something you always looked forward to in spite of the grueling practice ahead of them, well it was something you looked forward to.

Your eyes catch onto the other first years happily chatting with each other, except for Tsuki who preferred to stand on the sidelines, only chiming in to add a sprinkle of sarcasm into the conversation. That seems fun, you knew it was. As you watch everyone laugh at something Yachi says, something in you starts coiling around your heart.

You're suddenly aware of every breath you take, your thoughts start to repeat 'breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'

Your surroundings start to feel heavy, like you were tethered to your place. The sound of your own breathing feels louder than the voices in the gym. So focused on your empty notebook that everything else blurs at the edges of your vision.

It wasn't until you caught golden-brown eyes staring at you from across the court, genuine concern masked under a nonchalant gleam. You hold his gaze for longer than you'd like, unsure if there's anything else hidden under the bespectacled stare.

Tsuki only tilts his head in the direction of the other first years, probably telling you to come with them. You can only refuse, solemnly shaking your head. They can't possibly want you there with them, not after ignoring them for the better part of a week. It wouldn't be right to just butt in like that.

He probably knows that you're still not giving in, because it looked like he let out a sigh before walking towards them. Not before one last stare down with you, his gaze asking if you're sure about your decision. You can only hesitantly nod, you're not sure, you don't want to pick this decision, but you've convinced yourself that you're backed into a corner.

A corner you made up.

Well, no use in thinking about it now.

"Oi [Y/N], I'm gonna lock up the gym now! Better get going" Oh coach Ukai, you forgot he was still here. Taking your notebook and pen into your arms, you nod at the coach before heading towards the exit. Body slightly hunched over when you pass him, unable to look at him in the eye.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you know they got your back, right kiddo?" Ukai suddenly says, right before you leave. It makes you stand in your place for a while, thinking. You know they do, it just doesn't feel right to, especially when you didn't give them a valid reason for your distance.

"Y-yeah…Thanks, coach" You mumble, fully facing away from him. Turning to leave, when you catch a glimpse of the orange sky outside. Realizing how late it got, you break into a sprint back to your classroom.

Through the now empty halls, doused in ombre. No other soul in sight, leaving the sounds of your footsteps to be heard. The sky is beautiful today…wouldn't it be fun to experience it together?

Your pace slows right in front of your classroom, 1-4 written on a sign next to the door. Putting your hands on your knees to catch your breath from all the running, you stop to admire the light that passes through your classroom door.

And that's when you heard it, the faint scratching of a chalkboard being erased, you'd know that sound anywhere. It's soft, you could barely hear it over your own breaths, who could be cleaning it at this time? You know your partner didn't come to school today, they were sick. You yourself forgot, so why would anyone be there?

Slowly peeking through the door frame, you see a lone figure standing by the chalkboard. Short blond hair, a lean figure, headphones over his neck, the wire hanging loose. It's him, the one you felt the most guilt for. You watch him for a while, lazily swiping the eraser across the chalkboard.

So that's who your cleanup partner was talking about.

It wasn't Yamaguchi…

It was Tsuki.

He's been the one filing in for you, the one picking up after you. The one who kept pushing you to just talk to the team from a distance, he was looking out for you. The one that's been trying to reach out in his own way, you feel so stupid. Running away while your…

Your…

Your...

Own boyfriend looks out for you even when you unfairly pushed him away.

Your eyes glaze over and your breathing interchanges between short huffs and long shaky sighs. Feeling like you owe so much to him, keeping you afloat in an ocean of your own solitude. Step by step, you make your way over. Speeding up the closer you got.

Reaching him, you immediately press your face into his back. Arms wrapping around his waist, grabbing at the fabric of his school uniform to keep yourself in place. You can feel him tense, before slowly relaxing and going back to his cleaning. The guilt eating up at you even more, you clench your fists around his uniform, trembling in your place. Your lip trembles slightly, making your words sound even more pathetic than they already are.

"I'm…I-I'm so-so-...so-sor—ry—!" You sob, voice breaking off the same way you are. No words could express the mix of relief and remorse you feel, relief to be able to express your true feelings and remorse for your actions that didn't. Your eyes fill with tears that linger at their edge, waiting for a push to get them down.

"You better be, do you know how much they miss you? Those idiots won't stop asking me about you" Kei's words striking right through your heart, the coil no longer tight. Your tears finally fall as your cries get louder. You press your face further into your boyfriend's back for comfort, letting out all the pent up feelings you've harbored the past week.

"I…I just f-felt like—like I wa-was u-useless!" You whimper, sobs reduced to short intakes of air between big breaths.

"Idiot…" Turning to face you fully, Kei's hand settles itself on the top of your head, sliding down to the back. Pushing you further into an embrace of his own, refusing to look at you. One hand on the back of your head, the other fiddling with his headphone wires.

All that you've done, the distance you tried to make, it all came tumbling down. All at once. It was never supposed to take hold of you the way it did, so all you needed was something to justify ending it. Kei, is that something.

"It's just tha-that—Yachi is such-such a good mana–ger…be-better than me…" The words flow out before you could stop them, a confession to your actions. Hearing it out loud, you truly realize how weak your reasons are. It just shows how little it took to have you questioning your worth as a member of the team, laid out in front of the both of you.　

"..." His silence causes you to meekly look up at him, afraid of what he might think. Kei was always good at keeping a neutral face, never making it easy for you to know what he's thinking.

"I don't want to stop being your guys' manager…" You lower your head, voice a whisper, lip still quivering slightly.

"Then don't, no one's telling you to quit"

Huh.

"But—" You quickly look back up at him.

"But nothing, Yachi's great and all but when will we ever get another clutz like you who pays for my drink?" He has a smug look on his face after saying that, eyes filled with nothing but mischief.

You say nothing, words stuck in your throat. Still staring at his stupid smile, he's probably so proud of himself for that. But, you knew he said that to cheer you up. Something to keep you out of your own head, and it's working.

"Way to ruin the moment…" You mumble, "Could've been a bit more dramatic" A soft smile takes over your expression, already feeling much more relieved than before.

"You can do that by yourself," Kei retorts, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"But you'd still do it with me" Your smile grows, eyes filled with adoration for the pretty face in front of you. After being alone for the better part of a week, it was nice to finally talk again. Even if you had so much making up to do, to everyone in the team, maybe you could start with the one who still held you close.

"Oh? You sound so sure of yourself for someone who's been running away from me" Eyebrow raised in faux skepticism, waiting for your answer.

"I promise I'll make it up to you first" You tell him, before burying your face back into his front, basking in his familiar scent and warmth where you feel most at ease.

"You better"

And you will. To all of them.

Walking home from school during sunset is a special kind of rare to you, barely anyone on the streets. Your newfound goal for the following week, circling in your mind. Beside you was Kei, matching your pace with long strides contrasting your own smaller steps.

"Kei…Do you want to stop by Paprika heaven?" You suddenly ask.

"Paprika heaven? Really?" Kei is not convinced you're being serious, you can practically sense that raised brow.

"It's a cafe! I know the name isn't the sweetest sounding but trust me on this!" You insist, letting out an exasperated huff.

"Shouldn't it be closed?" He questions further, still doubtful.

"It closes at 9, I checked" You proudly exclaim, crossing your arms with a content look on your face.

Kei rolls his eyes at your antics, "Alright, I yield" he raises his hands in surrender, yet a smirk still makes its way onto his face, "But you're paying"

You freeze, realizing that he's right. You are going to pay for it, with your own money. Immediately, your figure deflates dramatically. Slouching forward with an exaggerated groan.

"Right…" Your wallet will never forgive you. But not because Paprika Heaven was too expensive, a piece of your soul just dies whenever you take out a remotely large amount of money from your wallet.

This apparently amuses your boyfriend because he starts laughing, so much so that his shoulders move in time with each laugh. He turns to look at your stunned figure, which only entertains him more. Hearing his mocking laughter, it shakes you out of your stupor. Irritation starts to take hold of you, wanting him to stop laughing at your obvious misery.

"Wha—?! Stop laughing!" Your fists make contact with your boyfriend's chest, repeatedly hitting him to get him to shut.

"I'm serious! I might become poor after this!"

"That's your own fault" In between laughs, Kei is still able to call you out. Seriously, can't he take this seriously?

After a while he calms down, wiping a single tear from his eye. You also calm down, arms tired from the repeated attacks on your boyfriend. Leaning your forehead on his chest to rest, eyes closing on their own from the change in atmosphere. Kei only stands proud, hands in his pockets and a grin spread across his face in content.

Comfortable silence wash over you, the sun still peeking just beyond the horizon, lighting up the road just enough for you to see the way ahead. It's way too late for a bunch of high school students to be out, let alone ones who plan on staying out. But that doesn't matter, you can take the worried lectures from your parents later. Right now, you want to make up for lost time.

"Kei—," You raise your head to face him, taking a deep breath,

"Thank you" A closed eyed smile appears on your face, "For still putting up with me"

"...Whatever" He looks away from you, eyes gazing over the road in front of you.

But no matter how much he tries to hide it,

You can still see that small genuine smile on his face.

[vampjaeyun]

NETFLIX & CHILL

PAIRING loser!jake x maneater fem!reader | wc: 1.2k

SYNOPSIS “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

WARNINGS reader is in heat lmfao, soft jake, dry humping, hickeys

NOTES IF THIS SEEMS FAMILIAR, ITS BECAUSE I WROTE THIS FOR MARK ON MY NCT BLOG!!! I revamped it because I wanted to post something for jake's birthday but I haven't finished the one-shot im writing for him, so enjoy this for now <3

happy late birthday to my side piece, xo

WHAT IS JAKE SIM HERE FOR?

Tapping at your thigh, your impatience grows after every second that passes.  

You're not typically this horny or impatient, but to set the scene, you met Jake on the first day of classes.  As everyone filed into the auditorium and the professor began rambling, he took the seat alongside yours.  Throughout the first week of school, you started talking to him, sharing mutual interests and small talk.  You think he's awfully cute.  So you went ahead and texted him, wanting to "Netflix and chill" this weekend.  Maybe you were being too direct, but the deed had already been done, so you chose to embrace it. 

He doesn’t hesitate with a ‘for sure’ text back, not asking further questions or details about your request.  You smile at that, itching to explore another side of the cute boy who you see in class. 

The day arrives, and he walks over to your flat, smiling affectionately as the door swings open.  You both laugh and fond over each other while he cooks dinner and joins you afterward at the dinner table. He's so funny and sweet you realize, finally conversing about things other than school; it influences you to increase your expectations, and you wonder why hookups aren't typically like this. 

Now you're both adjacent to each other, your body cuddling up to his side as the movie plays. It's amusing since Jake hasn't made a single move towards you all night.  Aside from the arm around your shoulder, he hasn't attempted to sneak his arm any lower.  And he hasn't turned to face you since coming in contact with the couch.   Perhaps he changed his mind?  The movie is almost over, and the line has yet to be crossed. But the voice in the back of your head tells you that just because he didn't plan to tonight doesn't mean he doesn't want to, right?  A glimmer of optimism just helps to persuade you more, and once you dig a hole, you only dig deeper.

He laughs at a comedic moment in the film and you find it adorable.  He’s so invested and that’s when you finally realize Jake seriously didn’t come here to have sex with you.  It’s not his intention at all. His kindness and investment into everything you both did tonight is probably an effort into a full-on date. 

But this only made you more horny and attracted to him.  Fuck, you want to jump his bones so fucking bad.  And shit, you feel terrible because your mind and body are telling you to rip off the bandaid.  The pulsing want you have for this man is almost uncomfortable.  

You’re cursing yourself but like a bitch in heat you’re already escalating the situation. 

“Jake, the movie’s almost over,” you look up at him. 

He’s chuckling at your random commentary then looking down at you, “Yeah, it’s almost over.” 

“It’s almost over, and I invited you to Netflix and chill,” you pout.  Maybe the phrase ‘Netflix and chill’ flew over his head but it couldn’t be. You recall texting him the exact words.  There’s no way someone could misinterpret that.  Right? 

He blinks at you as if he’s unable to process your response. 

“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he quirks.  Maybe he’s genuinely clueless or the facade is running right past you, but you are fully convinced Jake has no idea about the ulterior motive of the popular phrase.

No one could guess Jake Sim would be the one who doesn’t know this term.  Maybe a stereotypical nerd whose internet consumption is strictly educational research.  Never judge a book by its cover, they said.  But you haven’t fully related to the metaphor until now.  Jake Sim’s cover has the term ‘fuckboy’ written all over.  Right to the Chrome Hearts hoodie and silver chain that looks like it belongs there.  

It’s alarming.  So alarming, that you have to sit up from Jake’s side to face him clearly.  Your brain is moving at a million miles per minute as you try to grasp the idea of how Jake doesn’t know the popular booty-call slang, head tilted to the side and all.

“Is there something wrong?” he questions. It’s beyond innocent.  His wide eyes give away the sincere worry he has and all you want to do is jump his bones.  

You smirk, “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

He pauses, staring like a deer in headlights, “It has another meaning? What else would it mean?” 

“Jakie,” you inch closer to him, so much that your noses brush at the nickname. “You’re so cute,” you utter slowly as you straddle him with one leg on each side of his thighs.  Thankfully, you wore a skirt, so the thin panties are the only thing obstructing the feeling of the rough material of his jeans.   

The poor boy beneath you flinches as you move so seductively in slow motion.  You’re glancing up to gauge his reactions and you swear you see a shadow of darkness in those chocolate orbs.  If that wasn’t enough for you to completely lose control, you follow his tongue gliding along his bottom lip and all you want to do is bite his lips until they’re bleeding.

“Why’d you agree to my text, but won’t do just that?” his breath hitches as you slightly move around on him, but it doesn’t have much of an effect because you’re not directly where he needs it most. 

“W-what?” he stutters slightly.  So cute.

“It means,” you bring your lips to graze his earlobe. “You wanna fuck,” u purr and he freezes at the revelation. 

“You wanna fuck while some stupid movie plays in the background,” at this, your hips move directly above his crotch and the weight of your body forces him to groan softly in pleasure. 

“It’s j-just an excuse,” You whimper as you move sensually against him.  Jake's hooded eyes tenderly glance at you, his erection slowly increasing against his jeans as the scene progresses. Because of his hesitation, his hands have yet to find homage at your hips, and you almost grab them to move them yourself. “You can touch me, you know.  Don’t be afraid.  I’m all yours,” you rasp, and the boy you’ve been crushing on crumbles underneath your fingertips. 

You waste no time chasing more pleasure,  continuing to drag your lips against his neck, sucking and biting to leave rosy marks on his flesh. Your fingers tangle in his hair, unknowingly tugging on his locks, only for him to squirm beneath you.  His rough hands attempt to steer your hips and it's not quite enough for you to cum, but the zipper rubbing against your clothed clit sends a buzz up your spine, and you moan against his neck. 

"Will you do it?" You resume licking a stripe from his collarbone to his jaw.  When you notice the overflowing lust painted on his features, you can't help but beam a grin.  

"Yes," he gasps at the sensation of your motions against him.  

"I'll do it."

[katyawooga]

sevika x hyperfemme reader raegahhahhehaaaaaaa

ummmmmm Yes ..... teehee

apologies if this isn't nsfw... i'm still trying my best to get more comfortable with it :3 i hope u enjoy it nonetheless, anon :)

men and -16 dni please

you were a new hire at the drop, and weren't you just the cutest little thing? you had lost count of the amount sleazy guys who showed up to the bar (already drunk) and asked you the same cliché of, "what's a pretty thing like you doin' in a place like this?" and it had only been a couple weeks.

to be fair, you looked very different from the average person living in the undercity. you were put-together, dressed well, and oh so feminine. your hair was always perfectly styled and your makeup was applied with absolute precision. no one could find a single flaw when it concerned your appearance, and you wanted to keep it that way.

the only complaint you’d have, though, was the uniform the drop had you wearing. not only was it ugly, but it was so not your colour. deep greenish-grey? please, you looked your best in reds, whites, and pinks. and if it couldn’t get any worse, they had you wearing pants. not jeans, not tights, not even shorts — ugly straight-leg slacks. that simply wouldn’t do.

the night you swindled your way into wearing a miniskirt during your shift, sevika was in her corner playing people into the ground at poker. you always loved serving her; she gave you the sweetest compliments and actually seemed in the right mind to give them without objectifying you.

with a serving plate flat on your palm, you started strutting your way over to her table to deliver her drinks. you would’ve made it there unscathed if some cross-eyed oaf hadn’t bumped into you and knocked you to the ground. the drinks shattered and you scuffed your knee and your elbow on the raw cement floor. looking around you at the spilled mess of alcohol and broken glass on the ground, you whipped your head up and glared at him.

“watch where yer goin’, girly,” he spat his words at you, scoffing as he stomped his way to sevika’s poker table. she saw what happened first-hand and wouldn’t have it.

“you,” she barked at the man, quickly standing up from her seat and slamming her hand of cards on the table. she didn’t care about the game or if her hand was visible. she grabbed the guy by the crotch with her mechanical arm which was almost always covered by the red cape she wore over her body. the man pitifully squealed at the pain and his eyes went wide.

‘did’ya really tell this girl to watch where she was goin’?” she sneered at the man, and when he didn’t answer right away, her grip on his nethers tightened.

“y-yes! that bimbo p-probably doesn’t know h-her lefts from her r-rights…! ow!!!”

sevika wasn’t satisfied with the language being used to describe you. you had gotten yourself back up on your feet and you stood to the side a little timidly, holding the elbow that took the blow when you fell.

“if you don’t want a free facial reconstruction from yours truly,” she growled in his face, her eyes almost glowing magenta. “you’ll apologize to 'er.”

“w-wha— no!” his eyes went wide, obviously she was hurting his pride. “she ran into m—”

the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before he was knocked out with a single punch and sent flying to the ground in a much more violent way than you had. after a small chuckle, sevika took a few steps toward you and gave you a sentimental look.

“y’alright, sweet thing?” she asked, looking you up and down and spotting your scraped knee and the bleeding elbow that you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding. “i’ll have someone take care’a the mess for you. would it be alright if i took care’a you tonight, though? what he did was no way anyone should treat a lady, especially not one as beautiful as you.”

her compliments and her request to possibly take you home caught you off guard. you stammered and adjusted your tiny skirt from the nerves before giving a shaky laugh.

“i, um… my shift doesn't end ‘til midnight, i don't wanna make you wait that long, …?”

“sevika.” she finished your sentence, her name stupidly having slipped your mind. the gloss that shone on your lips, even in the dim yet colourful lighting of the bar, distracted her. “an’ i have no problem stayin’ late if it means beating some morons into submission at poker and spending some time with a gorgeous girl like yourself.”

her deep, smooth voice was insanely easy on the ears. so easy, that you barely processed any of what she said to you. she brought you back to earth when a finger on her human hand twirled itself around a ringlet curl that had fallen into your face from the tumble. you chuckled and looked down, still not believing you were being hit on after getting pushed to the ground and eating shit like that in front of her.

“yeah, sure,” your cheeks burned red with your acceptance of her offer, but it was difficult to see from the powder blush you already had on your cheeks. god, with the way you present yourself, sevika could go dumb just thinking about the kinds of girly moans and whines she could work out of you.

“i’ll be waitin’ for you, baby doll.”

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[ilys00ga]

𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡.

PAIR: yoongi x f reader

TAGS/WARNINGS: strangers to lovers, 'love at first sight' (I tried, okay?), producer!yoongi, producer!reader, fluff, I don't really know how to tag anymore, oh yeah no warnings just smoking ig, cats <3 this is very cheesy but op requested that sooo!!

A/N: requested <333 this is not my proudest work. and to be honest, I don't think I like it that much. but this is the best I can provide atm :,) I hope yall like it. don't forget yo leave ur feedback and comments! lots of love <333

SYNOPSIS: the one where yoongi falls in love at first sight on the streets of his city.

PS. ignore all mistakes people, thank u. I can't believe I even managed to finish and post this !

It all started one breezy Tuesday night—The first time Yoongi felt his heart leap in his chest because of a complete stranger.

The tune he had been stuck dealing with for the previous couple of hours was an endless loop echoing in his head, a desperate effort of his brain to solve his headaches for himself.

Being a significant producer-songwriter for many, he was often locked up in his studio for entire days, sometimes even weeks, but that's when he can tell he's on the verge of plunging into insanity—the irony of choosing to do the one thing he loved the most in this world—if he didn’t pick up his keys and his phone, headed towards the door and walked the tension between his bones away.

On his way back home that night, he let his legs bring him to a park by the edge of a vast river. It was fairly late into the night, but some humans lingered there and about.

He sat on a lonely bench, drawing some of the fresh air into his lungs before leaning back and making himself comfortable against his seat. Usually, he’d go for less crowded places, places where solitude spoke to his mind and put it to rest in the middle of the chaos his life was. That night, he found himself watching people existing on the edge of that river, where the water spoke the language of the sky and painted an image of the bright moon and city lights.

On their little picnic mats were couples sharing delicate intimacy and friend groups laughing and chatting amongst themselves, while cyclists drifted by. A perfect picture of humans basking in the moment.

And Yoongi? He had a cigarette burning between his fingers to keep him company.

His thoughts ran with a mind of their very own, he almost didn't notice her.

The stranger passed by him like the gentle whispers of breeze that played with his hair strands. A nearby cat caught her attention, she crouched down and petted it.

“You're hungry, aren't you? Me too, me too. I only had lunch today. Coffee for breakfast. I'm working on a new project these days. It's always hectic, you know? You probably don't. You're just a cute fluff ball. Wandering around. Surviving.”

Such were the soft words he heard the human say. It seemed like a natural conversation to any passing-by ear. He wouldn't have guessed a cat was at the receiving end if he weren't at a short proximity from them, but the simple interaction painted a faint smile on his face. It was endearingly pleasant.

Shifting his gaze to the scenery ahead of himself, he took long, thorough drags of his cigarette, and let his thoughts consume him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” He heard her voice again. Yoongi looked up, almost startled. The first thought that came to his mind was that her friendly smile reminded him of Sakura leaves dripping from the sky.

She pointed to the other end of the bench he sat on, waiting for his response.

“Yes, of course.” He replied, ignoring the way his heart dramatically skipped a beat in his chest, and the way the sound of the world existing around him faded into a blissful quiet once their gazes met.

She sat down quietly, her smell lingered in the air between them, and spoke again, “Cats hate the smell of cigarettes, you know.”

He looked at her again, the warm streetlamps kissed all over her features, giving him a better view of her face.

Her eyes, Yoongi thought he finally found something new to write a song about.

Regardless of the gentleness of her voice—almost as soft as the distant sound of the waves dancing across the shore—he glanced down at the cigarette in his hand with a weird sense of embarrassment.

“My bad.” He muttered, doing a quick job of pressing the burning cigarette to the sole of his shoe. Its once alive flame slowly died into a lifeless gray dust, before being tossed into a trash bin nearby.

She smiled, “It's okay. Have you ever owned a cat?”

He shifted awkwardly in his seat and answered with a short ‘yes’.

“Then you should know they don't appreciate it when people ruin their lungs like that.” She added, her tone light-hearted.

That made him release a soft chuckle into the air. His heart fluttered in his chest when she chuckled along, and then she proceeded to tell him that she too, although rarely, smoked as well.

“I always keep cat food in my bag just in case.” She said, bringing out a pack of cat food from her bag and showing it to him.

“Why?” He asked. He knew why, of course he did, but he'd never felt so at ease with a stranger before. He had the urge to initiate any form of conversation with the stranger to hear pieces of her mind for some longer.

“Because all cats deserve food and love. Especially the stray ones.” It was not hard to pick up on the shift that happened to her tone. The lightness that was once present on her features quickly faded into faint dullness. It almost made a frown of his own appear on his face.

She added, “Sadly, that's not common in the world we live in.”

“Keep doing that.” He said. “The thing you said you always do, keep doing it. Maybe one day you'll influence someone, and that someone will influence another someone. More cats will be fed and taken care of..”

The words floated in the air for a while. She smiled, a genuine, grateful one that gave him a sense of satisfaction.

The pair sat in silence following that. Neither of them deemed the need to fill the comfortable quiet that sat on the bench between them to be necessary.

An ‘Oh!’ from between her lips broke the silence between them. The stranger's brows tugged together as she checked her watch, and she muttered something about the time going so fast and her being late for something.

He never liked to admit it to himself, but he felt a tinge of disappointment pop inside his chest at the thought of her leaving.

He silently watched as she stood up and hoisted her bag’s strap onto her shoulder, then asked about his name. He answered as casually as he could muster.

“Yoongi..” She repeated, as if savoring the name on her own tongue, and smiled, “I'm _. It was really nice meeting you.”

And just like that, she was gone, fading into the faint chatter of the people surrounding him, and he was left in the park with a cat rubbing its body against his legs. It reminded him of her, the only thing that he had left of someone he thought he would never see again.

He made sure to feed and pet the creature some more, before scooping it up in his arms and taking them home. His mother would take good care of him, he thought.

The next day, he spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering if he'd find her warm smile and affection towards strays if he were to go to that park again. He missed her eyes, her smile, the way she'd spoken to him so naturally and so easily.

He was trying to push those thoughts off his plate and focus on his work, when she walked into his studio and introduced herself as his new, awaited co-producer.

The best part of it all was the excitement she displayed upon seeing him. It felt like he was reencountered with an old friend, except that an old friend wasn't supposed to make you feel like a teenager catching the glimpse of their crush in the distance.

“Hi! It’s you again! Sorry for being late. I had a crazy morning and just when I thought I was making it I-” She proceeded to talk, but he cut her little rant off with a gentle question.

“You met another cat?”

The small but amused smile on his lips grew a little bigger when the faint blush on her cheeks became more apparent.

“Well, yeah, I kind of did..” she trailed off, tilting her head to the side in embarrassment.

It wasn't hard for them to find a common ground to stand on after that. She liked to talk, the words kept coming naturally out of her mouth, and Yoongi, he liked to listen, and he didn't mind her talking his ears off one bit.

One day after another, hours spent in the studio together. It slowly became something very familiar to him, the feelings her presence gave him. They shared takeout meals on his uncomfortable studio couch and many cups of coffee at late hours of the night. The project they worked on continued to link his heart to hers. On days she would walk in with a deep frown on her face or tears staining her cheeks, she would sit on that couch and mope, and he would wordlessly open a can of beer and put it in front of her, then sit to work next to her until she decided life was worth living again.

From a stranger, to a ‘friend’, to someone he couldn’t stop thinking about. She was not only a good hearted person, but an incredibly smart and talented producer.

If feeding cats together did not push him over the edge of what he thought he would never come to experience again, then working with her surely did.

Sure, he didn’t have his answers. He didn’t know if it was going to be a long lasting thing, or just one more of those phases where his lonesome heart clung onto something other than the thing he loves the most, music, before deciding it had enough. He didn’t know what to do with the feelings that kept growing in his chest and the stupid butterflies he felt in his guts every time she so much as smiled at him. But he knew that spending hours at work and feeding stray cats became things he looked up to every single morning.

More importantly, he had a feeling that whatever he was feeling didn't come from his part alone, but it was all left unsaid for the sake of keeping a fine line between work and personal emotions.

And then it happened, their first, tipsy kiss. When they shared a bottle of liquor and celebrated the wrap-up of their project. The faint blush on her cheeks every time their eyes met made him feel like screaming at the top of his lungs.

He tasted the alcohol on her cherry lips, and oh, how he loved the taste on his tongue.

He thought he'd reached the peak of helplessness when he wrote poems for her eyes, but then he wrote some more for her lips, then her smile, then her hair, then her hands… and then there was no going back.

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

heyy! i was thinking about how schlatt is generally a private person, so could you please write about what it would be like trying to hide the relationship and the eventual reveal? thank you!

he's so absurdly paranoid

at home? always has to be touching you

holding your hand, sitting with your legs touching, little kisses all over your face, neck, arms, anywhere he can get to

but with the blinds closed and all cameras facing away from you two

date nights are either inside or with a third person so you can brush it off as three friends hanging out

but he plays footsies with you under the tablecloth because he can get away with it

would avoid flirting with you on camera, which leads to people noticing the different way he treats you, how he looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how he laughs genuinely at all of your jokes, how he just stares at you when he doesn't think he's in frame

and then one day you're both at let's say mizkif's house because when is that man not recording, you both think you're safe and out of view, but then another streamer decides to sneak up on you guys (shushing their audience and everything) and ends up capturing you two in a sweet kiss

schlatt holding your hip with one hand to pull you closer, the other used to lean against the wall and cage you in to keep you there

the cleanup for the slip was EXHAUSTING

took all of your mods about 3 weeks to finally calm down the angry simps and the obsessive shippers

couldnt take the clip down, you finally got one down and three more appear

he's still not comfortable with pda, but he does calm down a bit about how strict he is about it

finally having 2 person dates (rip Ted probably)

everyone calls you jambo and [ERROR]'s mom, regardless of your gender

speaking of gender

he has another mass purge of followers, but this time anyone who says anything bad about you being a woman/man/nb/cis/trans/etc.

minecraft wedding

the rocks in your background are all from him and his few trips outside

(lots from Japan)

NSFW

some people notice a little big something in schlatt's pants when he looks at you too long

everytime you two have to stream all day, or are otherwise unable to get a moment to yourselves to sneak a kiss, he makes absolutely SURE that he makes up for it

going for hours, making you cum at LEAST 5 times

every position you two can get in

he doesn't care how many times he finishes, or if he even does

he just wants to show you how absolutely LOVED you are

AAAAAAAA FIRST EVER FIC/HCs/ANYTHING, PLEASE LIKE IF YOU LIKE IT, COMMENT, SEND REQUESTS, ETC.

p.s. my keyboard doesn't have a caps lock cause im on a fucking chromebook

[racinggirl]

furthest from truth

Lando Norris fic - requested

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a/n: I'm baaack! It's been a while, I have to admit. But after having 3 new requests today, I got motivated again and I decided to write the ones that were yet to be posted on my page. I hope you like it! I've added some spice to the end of the chapter 👀 Don't forget to follow me so you won't miss my other stories! 🫶🏼

Sun. Beach. Sand. Friends.

It might look cliché, but it’s what filled your hearts with joy.

‘’Norris! Give me a hand, will ya?’’ Your lips pulled away from those of your boyfriend the moment he got up to help one of your friends with preparing the jet skis.  

‘’Finally,’’ your best friend, Ava, laughed as she took a seat next to you. ‘’Now that your lips are no longer glued to his, what do you think of grabbing a drink, I’m in a desperate need for a Frozen Daiquiri.’’

She pulled you up on your feet after you agreed on getting drinks. It was your holiday, after all, and even though it was just your first day of the 3-week holiday here in Dubai, you were planning on making it the best holiday yet.

You and Lando had been together for a little over 5 months now, the two of you bumping into each other at last year’s Christmas Market in London. You spilled your bottle of water over your shirt, and he was determined to win you a teddy bear so he could make it up to you.

After that Christmas Market, you went on a ton of dates. In London, but also in Monaco, as that was where he lived. You attended 3 races before he finally asked you to be his last summer, and obviously you said yes, otherwise this story is kind of weird, isn’t it?

Anyways, you knew who he was when you met him, having watched a few races here and there, along with your friends.

The moment you told your friends Lando had asked you out on a date, they couldn’t contain their excitement and practically forced you to go out with him. So, you did. And here we are, almost a year later.

‘’Two Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri, please.’’ Ava ordered the drinks for the two of you and once you felt the cold glass in your hand, you immediately took a sip.

‘’Urgh,’’ you groaned, your eyes closed. ‘’Best drink ever.’’ You giggled.

‘’Lando! Oh my god watch out!’’ Your grip on his life jacket was tight as he was riding the jet ski with you on the back. ‘’You idiot!’’ You laughed, hands gripping his shoulders firmly when you felt him go even faster – if that was even possible.

‘’You’re riding a jet ski with an F1 driver, love. Did you really think I was gonna go slow?’’ You groaned at his reply, and you simply held onto him like you could fall off any moment, which was probably the case.

Everything sport related was a game to him, and he was very, very competitive. He hated losing, which is why he tried his hardest to make you his, with success.

‘’Okay, okay, enough speed for me, let’s go back to the shore and have dinner, I’m starving.’’ You breathe, Lando’s hand moving over your leg slowly. He lifted his hand till it rested on your outer thigh, whilst still steering the jet ski with one hand. Slower, though, thankfully.

‘’We will, love, we will.’’ He said, but you could hear the amusement in his voice, his tone, teasingly with a smirk.

‘’Lan-…’’ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before your boyfriend pulled the right handle towards him, the two of you flying over the water. He made sure to keep an eye on you, but he knew you enjoyed this, and he wasn’t wrong.

You might tell him to stop going fast, heck, even in the bedroom you’d tell him to stop, but it was always with that flirty and teasing tone. He knew that tone, and he knew it meant you did not want him to, in fact, stop. So, he kept going.

‘’I should have thought better before signing that contract about us.’’

You were fully drenched, Lando obviously pushing the strings too hard which caused you to fall off the jet ski. Nothing harsh, it was all playful, and the two of you were laughing when it happened.

‘’You’re an idiot.’’ You smirked, rolling your eyes playfully as you squeezed the salty water out of your hair.

‘’I know, but you like it.’’ He teased, slapping your ass lightly as his hand moved its way towards your hip, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. ‘’I love you.’’

Dinner, which was absolutely insane – mostly because you were starving, but definitely because it was one of the best restaurants here in Dubai.

‘’Ehm..’’ Ava shoved you her phone, and you immediately let your eyes wander over the tweets, the Instagram posts, and the articles.

Lando saw the worried look on your face, so he cut off the conversation with his friends and pointed his attention to you, causing his friends to do the same.

‘’What’s wrong, love?’’ He asked, his thumb drawing small circles on your knee as his gaze went from you to the phone, back to you.

You showed him the articles, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. You could see his jaw clench, the apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. ‘’They really need to make rumours about everything, don’t they?’’ He sighed and pressed a kiss to your temple.

‘’Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll fix it, we’ll post a statement on Insta, alright?’’ He said, his arms wrapping around you which caused you to relax.

You felt guilty, because you were aware of the eyes that were on him now that his contract with McLaren was coming to an end. You knew his contract was getting renewed, but the world didn’t, and you didn’t want to cause issues.

People blaming McLaren for not renewing his contract, and how this. People blaming McLaren for forcing Lando to be in a relationship with you, a PR relationship, which was the furthest from the truth. You loved each other so much, and McLaren had absolutely nothing to do with the two of you.

‘’Come here.’’ Lando’s arms made his way around your shoulders, his strong arms pulling you even closer to his chest. The bed was comfy, soft, but the tension in your face was apparent, especially to Lando.

‘’I just, I feel so stupid for saying that.’’ You sighed but Lando reassured you immediately.

‘’Babe, it’s not the first time we say this, it’s our joke, and people don’t get it, apparently. You know how the media is, they exaggerate everything to get those views and clicks, so they probably overheard you saying that, but did not see the look on your face, or your beautiful smile when you said that.’’ His voice was soft and calm, like he was not stressed at all about this.

‘’But the image McLa-..’’

‘’No, baby, no. That’s not your fault, okay? They should have probably announced the contract extension sooner, yeah, but that has absolutely nothing to do with whatever you said at the beach, okay?’’ He said, stern, but gentle. And you believed him. Of course you did, you believed everything he would tell you because you knew he was right.

‘’Now let’s make that post so people will stop complaining about things that are the furthest from the truth. That, and so I can take you tonight because I really, really want to.’’ He whispered the last thing with a voice so deep, you felt chills all over your body.

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I love you more than anyone imagine. Nothing can stop us, I promise you. Best decision I've ever made 🧡

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user1 I feel ashamed

user5 as you should user3 we all should. how could we think it was just a PR. they are in love in love.

user2 You are so so so cute together!

‘’Lando, fuck, stop!’’ You breathe, hands pushing against his chest as he looked into your eyes, his bright ones a few shades darker than usually. He smirked, wetted his lips before thrusting even harder… Just how you asked.

[benevolentbones]

I have an idea for an angst/fluff. Bare with me because this is my first request. Spencer notices reader has small reactions to yelling, slamming doors, stomping, etc. Maybe it’s from arguing parents as a child or they got a bit of trauma on a case and had been hiding it from the team (maybe both. Like arguing parents and then a traumatic experience brought it all back up). She hid her anxieties from the team because she knows she’s safe with them and is slightly embarrassed by the reactions. Spencer only noticed because he pays such close attention to her (he’s got a crush!) and starts doing things to help reader. Like changing the subject when an argument is coming on, distracting them after someone slams a door, etc. I’m not a writer so i have no idea how to end this. Thx 💓

silent support | spencer reid x reader

warnings: brief mentions of bad childhood. spencer fluff! gender neutral reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy<3 reblogs n comments n requests always appreciated

spencer reid wasn't the kind of man to overlook details. his job demanded meticulous observation, and he'd long since developed a knack for noticing things others missed. this skill, however, extended beyond crime scenes and into his everyday interactions, particularly where you were concerned.

you had joined the bau team almost a year ago, and from the very beginning, spencer had found himself drawn to you. he admired your dedication, your intellect, and your ability to connect with victims and suspects alike— and of course he thought you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on. but recently, he began noticing something else about you—small, subtle reactions to loud noises and arguments.

it started one evening in the bullpen. hotch and morgan were in a heated debate about a case direction, voices rising steadily. you sat at your desk, seemingly focused on your work, but spencer saw the way your shoulders tensed at each raised voice. when morgan slammed a file down in frustration, your hand jerked slightly, knocking over your coffee cup.

spencer's eyes narrowed as he took in your quick, shaky breath and the way you forced a smile when jj handed you a napkin. the pieces of a puzzle began to form in his mind. he had read your file—he probably shouldn’t have but—he knew about your difficult childhood, the endless nights spent listening to your parents argue, the fear that came with every slammed door. and he suspected there was more, something you hadn't shared with anyone on the team.

his suspicions were confirmed over the next few weeks. during a particularly rough case in phoenix, a suspect's sudden outburst caused you to flinch noticeably. you recovered quickly, laughing it off, an embarrassed blush covering your features, but spencer didn't miss the way your hands trembled slightly as you continued with your questioning.

he wanted to say something, to let you know he understood and was there for you, but he also knew how embarrassed that might make you feel. so instead, he began to find small ways to ease your anxieties.

when arguments started brewing in the office, he would subtly steer the conversation in a different direction, diffusing the tension before it could escalate. if someone slammed a door, he would immediately engage you in conversation, pulling your focus away from the noise. these actions were small, almost imperceptible to the rest of the team, but he hoped they made a difference to you.

one particularly tough case in chicago brought everything to a head. you had just finished interviewing a suspect who had a penchant for yelling, and spencer saw the strain in your eyes as you walked back to your desk. garcia was arguing with an it technician about a software glitch, her voice raised in frustration. when she slammed her laptop shut, you visibly jumped, the color draining from your face.

before you could retreat into yourself, spencer was there, standing beside you with a gentle smile. "hey," he said softly, "did you know that the world's largest snowflake on record was 15 inches wide?"

you blinked at him, momentarily distracted from the chaos around you. "really?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky.

he nodded, his smile widening. "yeah, it was found in fort keogh, montana, in 1887. pretty fascinating, right?"

you managed a small smile in return, the tension in your shoulders easing. "that is pretty interesting, spencer….thanks."

he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "just thought you might like to know."

over the next few days, spencer continued his quiet campaign to help you. he found ways to be near you whenever the atmosphere in the office grew tense, offering bits of trivia or starting conversations to distract you. you noticed his efforts, of course, and though you were slightly embarrassed by your reactions, you were also deeply grateful.

one evening, after the team had wrapped up a particularly grueling case, you found yourself alone with spencer in the conference room. the rest of the team had gone home, but you were both still reading over files, trying to wrap up loose ends.

"spencer?” you said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence, "can i ask you something?"

he looked up from his file, his expression attentive as he studied your form. "of course."

you hesitated, choosing your words carefully. "i've noticed... you've been going out of your way to help me lately. distracting me when things get tense. why?"

spencer's cheeks reddened slightly, and he pushed his hair back nervously. "i... i noticed that loud noises and arguments seem to bother you. i know you had a tough childhood, and i figured maybe it was bringing up some old anxieties. i just wanted to help..."

your heart swelled with gratitude, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "thank you, spencer. it means a lot to me. i... i haven't really talked about it, but you're right. —there was something that happened on a case a while back that... well, it just made everything worse." you chewed on your lip, meeting his gaze.

spencer reached out, his hand covering yours. "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but just know that i'm here for you. i promise.”

you squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of comfort and safety wash over you. "thank you, spencer. it helps more than you know."

in that moment, surrounded by files and the remnants of a long day's work, you realized just how much spencer reid meant to you. he wasn't just a colleague or a friend—he was someone who truly cared, who saw your vulnerabilities and accepted them without judgment.

the days following that conversation were transformative for you. knowing that spencer understood your struggles and cared enough to help made a world of difference. you found yourself growing less anxious about your reactions. spencer's quiet support gave you the strength to face your fears head-on.

one evening, after a particularly stressful case, the team decided to unwind at a local bar. laughter and conversation filled the air, but you couldn't shake the lingering tension from the day. as you sat nursing your drink, you watched the interactions around you. hotch and rossi were deep in conversation, garcia and jj were dancing to the jukebox, and morgan was charming a group of women nearby.

spencer slid into the seat next to you, a gentle smile on his face. "you okay?" he asked softly.

you nodded, though you knew he could see the truth in your eyes. "just a lot on my mind."

he studied you for a moment before speaking. "want to take a walk?"

grateful for the escape, you agreed. the two of you slipped out of the bar and into the cool night air. the streets were quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic.

eventually, you found yourselves at a small park. you sat on a bench, the silence between you comfortable and reassuring. spencer looked at you, his expression earnest.

"you know," he began, "i've been doing a lot of thinking about what you told me. about your past and what you’ve experienced. and i just want you to know that it's okay to feel the way you do. there's no shame in it."

you looked down at your hands, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and relief. "it's just... i thought i had it all under control, you know? but then things happen, and it all comes flooding back. i feel weak."

spencer's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. "you're not weak. you're incredibly strong. you've been through so much, and you're still here.”

tears welled up in your eyes, and you blinked them away, not wanting to cry. "you always know the right thing to say."

he smiled, a soft, genuine expression that made your heart ache. "i'm just glad i can be here for you. you mean a lot to me, you know."

your breath hitched slightly at his words, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. "you mean a lot to me too. more than you know."

spencer's eyes softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "i'm here for you. always."

spencer’s eyes flickered over your features, the harsh street lights casting a soft glow over you, taking in how beautiful he found you.

you took a deep breath. "there's something else i need to tell you. something i've been feeling for a while now."

he looked at you, his features softened, the warm light catching pieces of his dark hair causing them to almost look golden. "what is it?"

"i... i think i'm falling for you.” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "you've been so caring and kind to me...more than anyone in my life."

a look of pure, unfiltered joy spread across spencer's face, and he squeezed your hand. "from the moment you joined the team, there's been something about you that drew me in. and the more i got to know you- the more i fell for you..”

relief and happiness flooded through you, and you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a soft, tender kiss. it was a moment of pure connection, a promise of support and love.

as you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, a smile playing on your lips. "thank you. for everything."

he cupped your face in his hands, his eyes shining with affection. "no, thank you. for trusting me, for letting me in. i wouldn't have it any other way."

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[angelzarchive]

hi! I'm requesting again! I LOVED the spencer hcs! I am normal. you totally don't have to write this if you're not comfortable, but maybe something about spencer taking care of his s/o while she's menstruating? thank you. you're the coolest.

request: hi! I’m requesting again! I LOVED the spencer hcs! I am normal. you totally don’t have to write this if you’re not comfortable, but maybe something about spencer taking care of his s/o while she’s menstruating? thank you. you’re the coolest. / from the lovely @earspop! ahhh, thank you so much. you’re the sweetest :’) thank you for your requests, i’m genuinely having so much fun writing for spencer rn! and tmi, i was just on my period so imagining him looking after me menstruating totally works for me lol (no but fr, sooo so normal about this man 😳) <33

pairing: spencer agnew x afab! reader

warnings/ included content: reader gets their period (tw) but spencer is there to make it better. just fluffy content.

a/n: yayyy! another spencer fic, little bit of a short one this time. as always, if you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to point them out. it’s not edited yet because i wanted to get it out quickly, so a little note if you see any would be greatly appreciated! if you have any requests you’d like to see, please leave them <3

there was nothing in this world that you hated more than getting your period.

you expected it, knew the reason you had been feeling shitty all week was because literal hell was creeping up on you.

at least now you had a reason to tell spencer as to why you had cried when he showed you a tiktok of two cats cuddling and said “us”.

but you weren’t happy at all, you never were around this time of the month.

what does help though, is having the sweetest boyfriend who is ready to drop everything to help you through it.

you were sure he was probably a little suspicious himself about when your period was next due.

luckily it fell on a friday, so you could just relax the first couple of days. which usually, you found were the most painful.

you had just finished showering when you heard spencer come home. you heard him leave his shoes and bags at the front door, slowly making his way through your apartment. “honey, you home?”

you called back weakly, letting him know you were in the bathroom. he knocked on the already open door, asking if it was okay for him to come in.

you agreed and his head appeared through the crack. his smile dropped slightly as he took in your red puffy eyes, which he could only assume was from you crying.

“is everything okay?” he asked as he quickly came closer to you, his arms reaching out to pull you into his chest.

you nodded glumly, “i got my period.”

“oh baby,” he cooed, his hand moving to stroke your wet hair. “not feeling too good?”

your shook your head.

“i think i know something that will cheer you up.” he pressed a kiss to your head, taking step back to look at you. “why don’t you get yourself comfortable then come meet me in the lounge?”

you nodded and he placed another kiss on your head.

he made his way to the door but stopped just before leaving, a cheeky smile on his face. “hey, at least we know your new birth control works.”

you knew he was trying to make light of the situation but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your face towel towards him. which, was obviously unsuccessful as he managed to dodge it. you shook your head at him, a smile on your face nonetheless, and he blew a kiss in your direction before closing the door.

by the time you had gotten changed into something comfy and came to the lounge room, spencer had managed to set everything up. he knew before he left for work this morning that he wanted to do something nice for you and he couldn’t have planned a better day.

you froze upon seeing the lounge. there he was laid on the sofa, waiting patiently for you to finish with a comforting smile.

your favourite food and snacks were laid out on the coffee table and the tv was ready to play your favourite movie.

god, this man was a dream.

“come here, baby.” he patted in between his legs, ushering you over. you couldn’t have moved faster. you laid in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

“spence, this is so sweet.” you pouted, looking up at him as he pressed play on your movie.

he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his arms wrapping around you in a hug. “anything for m’lady.”

his hands made their way to your stomach, massaging gently. “now relax and let me take care of you.”

and he definitely refuses to let you lift a muscle for the rest of the night. which is no problem for him, he loves to look after you.

[throneofsapphics]

have your little girlfriend, part eight

Summary: Catching Aelin's eye, you quickly end up entangled between her and Rowan, forced to navigate their darker sides in your new relationship.

Warnings: dark!rowaelin, others included on series masterlist to avoid spoilers!

Word Count: 4264

A/N: here's the final chapter! I did cry a little when I finished this. this is one of the first fanfictions I wrote for this fandom, and to see everything coming to an end after over a year is so bittersweet <3

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Rowan scribbled on and discarded what felt like hundreds of sheets of paper. Thought, spoken, or written, none of his words felt right, and he knew now, above all, that she deserved right. She deserved the best, and she was stuck with him. The worst part was he couldn’t let her find what she deserved. For now, he would accept the distance, but in the end he belonged to her as much as she belonged to him. As much as Aelin belonged to both of them and vice versa.

He glanced down at the salutation written, the parchment crinkled at the edges. The downward slash of the 'y' nearly ripped through the paper. He wondered if she’d study it like he did, searching for every little detail and clue that may be conveyed.

My mate,

A starting point, but it didn’t nearly encompass everything she meant to him.

“I can feel the self-pity coming from you,” Aelin’s voice, mild, floated across the room. He knew how she’d be standing, the wind sung to him, with their newborn babe in her arms, her head cradled in her elbow, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Someone else should be here too, and it wasn’t fair that he was and she wasn’t.

It took more courage than he cared to admit for him to turn around and face his newborn daughter and wife.

Rowan realized he was failing in every aspect. Failing the people he loved. Had already failed her.

“Rowan,” his name on Aelin's lips, was a plea. He answered, roughly tossing the quill back into the ink pot, in a messy manner he knew she'd probably hate. It didn't matter if she wasn't here to hate it, he reminded himself.

Pushing his chair back, wood scraping lightly against carpet, he rose to face the two females who should be three.

“Are you writing to her?” Aelin asked quietly, shifting so Rowan could wrap his arms around her waist, his head rested atop of hers.

“Yes,” he said just above a whisper. Their babe would sleep through almost anything, he knew that, but seeing the peaceful and angelic face always made him feel like he needed to hold his breath, lest he disturb her.

“I have something for Fenrys to bring her,” Aelin admitted, and Rowan knew that was an invitation for him to offer up his own letter, perhaps even a request.

“I'll have mine finished by the end of the night,” he promised. His wife leaned back into him, tilting her head to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

”Good,” she murmured, leaning her cheek against his chest this time.

Nothing, except this, felt as good as it should right now. Someone was missing. “I miss her,” he said without thinking, wincing internally after.

“Of course you do. I miss her too.”

“I should be angry.”

“Who says you can't miss her and be royally pissed off?” Aelin huffed, tilting to meet his eyes, saying  'I am,' silently. He wondered why it had to be silent, as if missing her was such a weakness. He supposed the fewer people who knew she wasn’t currently in the castle the better, but it would be difficult to hide that for long. Word would get out.

Regardless, it had only been a week, and gods they felt like a mess. He hadn't realized just how much her presence soothed them. When they got her back, something would have to change. Whatever it took. Once, he'd figured out how to help Aelin keep her, this time the two of them could figure it out together.

-

Fenrys paced. He should’ve noticed something was off with her. He hadn’t lied to Aelin or Rowan when they pestered him, when Rowan pinned him against the wall with a knife to his throat.

How could she do that? To Aelin who’d saved -

Well, he saw Aelin as his savior, his Queen, but he realized she might see her in a different light. It didn’t change the way he saw his Queen but maybe added more perspective to her actions.

It didn’t change the fact that he was pissed at her.

As soon as Aedion returned, having left on Aelin’s orders days prior to the birth, he’d take on his newest mission. Finding her, remaining unseen, and reporting back. It would take massive amounts of self control to keep him from dragging her ass back immediately.

He was reluctant to approach Aelin and ask her to do it, but he needed to have that guarantee of control. Four days after she’d given birth, he built up enough courage to approach her, making sure Rowan was present as well. He was extra testy, given the circumstances.

“I need a favor from you, if I’m to do…if I'm to find her.”

“Anything,” Aelin said.

Just as Rowan asked, “what is it?”

“Use the blood oath.” Aelin blanched, he kept talking. “I don’t trust myself not to bring her back. Immediately.” He didn’t know what they thought his reasons might be, he didn’t care, they were his own. She was a sister to him, regardless of this, and only four days without her and he missed her more than he thought was possible. He’d only ever missed Connall like this.

“Are you certain?” She asked, just once.

He nodded, “yes.”

Her mouth tightened, but she gave the order. The tug wasn’t uncomfortable like Maeve’s, it felt like what it was -a favor, a sweet and comforting hold, it felt like trust and reassurance. He didn’t know he needed it.

-

She perched on the edge of the bar, head on a swivel in the tavern. This was … unusual for her. Before them, perhaps it would've been a comfortable scene but after them nothing was the same.

“Loosen up,” her cousin jammed her shoulder into hers. She glared, and took a deep drink from her pint.

Was this really where she wanted to be? No, absolutely not, but she was stuck here because some busy bodies were convinced she needed to loosen up and have a 'good time.'

“Maybe you could fine someone to take your mind off things?” Ella waggled her brows. Her fists clenched at her sides. Another person being where her mates had been? Taking her to those heights? Impossible. Even she knew nobody could ever hope to compare to them, and she wouldn't dare try. One, she didn't want to. Two, the things they would do if they ever found out? Plus, their scent was so thoroughly entwined in hers, claiming her feasibly for the rest of her existence.

She watched as her cousins smile faltered, but she couldn't find a pleasant word to bring to the table.

”I was kidding,” Ella forced a smile back on her face. “But you're going out with us, so wipe that sour expression off your face and get dressed. I'm tired of you moping. Bring back my fun cousin.”

'Bring back my fun cousin,' still echoed in her head. Was she really that miserable to be around? That much of a drag?

-

Fenrys was grateful the tavern was crowded enough to hide his scent, and so well used to travelers that they didn't question a male with a cloak pulled far over his head.

He wondered how she'd gotten around the bargain they'd made all that time ago. She, his sister, wasn't supposed to be here without him. Perhaps she'd traveled to the outskirts and gotten one of her family members to bring her the rest of the way.

They'd do it without too many questions, at first. He knew that. If Rowan and Aelin were persona non grata to her family right now, what did that make him?

A sense of grief and loss hit him harder than he expected.

A tug pulled him across the room, to an opposite corner. He followed, watching as she pivoted and stared directly at the spot he'd just been standing in. Perhaps Aelins bargain was working even better than intended. He shouldn't need it. This is something he was more than capable of but right now he was being uncharacteristically careless.

That wouldn't do.

Fenrys slipped out the door as soon as she turned back around. He had a few messages to deliver. Really, he should've cleared off as soon as he scented her - could tell she was alive, but he had to see she was…he had to see.

-

She knew they'd be aware of where She went, at least eventually, but she hadn't expected letters to arrive quite so soon. Or for them to move her so fucking much. That's how she knew it was about time for her to move on, to find somewhere new to haunt. Although she knew they'd never dare harm her family, being here when she knew her mates were so volatile felt a lot like tempting fate and not in a good way. Was there any good way to tempt fate?

In the beginning, when they found each other, she thought she was stumbling on a good thing, but with most good things in her life it slowly poisoned itself til it reached a breaking point. Til she reached her breaking point, and realized that if she didn't choose herself then, she never would. So she did the only reasonable thing, and the most wicked thing she'd done in her life. She ran, just as her mate was at one of the most vulnerable moments of her life, giving birth. It's possible she'd poisoned the memory of that day, but part of her also wondered if everything was better now that she was gone. She'd been a burden, a drag on the two of them and their perfection.

“Letters for you,” her cousin announced as she returned from her walk. She frowned.

Ella waggled the papers in front of her, and she snatched them from the air. A nuisance, her cousin was a downright nuisance sometimes but at least she knew better than to read someone's mail.

The letters. Three distinct scents still attached to them. Her heart stopped, time froze.

Not yet. 

She wasn't ready, it couldn't be time.

Ella noticed the change in her demeanor, and said, “I'll give you some privacy,” before she could argue that privacy was the last thing she needed, the other female had disappeared, leaving her with shaky hand and three slips of parchment, adorned on the outside with just her name, that could change everything.

My mate,

I know you are not likely to return soon, but I dream of it each night, along with what I would do differently if I could go back. Would it please you if I were to write everything out in a letter? There's little I wouldn't do for you, my love. Nothing is the same without you here.

Tell me what to do, anything, and I will make it happen for you.

R.W.G

Petal,

We're a wreck without you.

A.

My sister,

Picking yourself is admirable, but it doesn't change the fact that I miss you dearly.

Your chosen brother.

Tears slid down her face as she finished reading them. Paper she should burn, but instead it was tucked away to an inside pocket. To keep, to re-read in the late hours of the night, when her candle should already be extinguished, to hold close until the scent of them disappeared, and then to let her imagination fool her into believing they might still be there, that if she tried hard enough she may still be able to scent them.

-

She packed her things early in the morning, just Ella there to see her off. She'd figured out what she was planning and volunteered to tell the rest of her family for her. She was braver than she was, that's for sure. Still, Ella seemed to understand why she wouldn't tell her cousin her next plans or where she was headed after. She wondered who gave her that kind of understanding, and who exactly she'd have to hunt down and eliminate one day. Or it could be ten years spent on the run from Adarlan that did it. Either way, Ella would shut down if she started digging for information, she knew her cousin well enough to know that.

“You'll be back to visit, of course,” she said hesitantly. It broke another part of her already shattered soul. 

“If it's safe,” she said quietly.

Her frown brought a tang of guilt she couldn't control. “I think you forget how much we survived together sometimes.” Guilt crept in for another reason. Her cousins were more than capable. They'd all, herself included, survived ten years in their animal forms under Adarlan's occupation.

If anyone could weather the storm of her mates, it was them, but that didn't mean she felt any better about leaving them in their path of destruction.

She broke a little more with each step and bound as she traveled, and as she approached the meeting spot she was little more than a collection of shards and smashed pieces. As delicate as glass. She’d rebuild, put herself back together.

Sticking to her animal form, she made good progress. Better than she expected, really, but considering she was avoiding people at all costs it made sense. She needed to go somewhere they wouldn't expect. They probably thought she'd flee the continent, perhaps to Antica or even to Wendlyn, but…her soul wouldn't let her go quite that far and she hated herself for it. More than she usually did.

Why did the one act of self love she'd engaged in, as far back as she could remember, have to feel so much like hate? Why couldn't her mates have loved her like she deserved? If they'd just done that one thing, they wouldn't be in this situation.

The truth was, she was bitter, and resentful, and likely would be for some time. She thought she had good reason to be. 

It wasn’t long before she arrived at her destination, her home even if it was temporary. Melisande. 

-

Work wasn’t all that difficult to find. Summoning courage she didn’t know she had, she found the nearest tinkering shop, walked in, and asked for a job. 

“Sit with me for a few hours,” the man, smiling, said, and motioned towards the extra stool behind the counter. Carefully, she picked her way over there, mouth curving up at the corners. “I have a story that I'd like to tell you, and it starts with one of my finest creations, and ends with spider silk.” 

She listened, in fascination as the man explained every last detail of his creation, from top to bottom. She got the impression he didn’t have many people willing to listen to this kind of detail, let alone be able to understand it but she found herself naturally oohing and awing in all of the correct places. He put her at ease, and it felt like a long while since anyone was able to do that. 

The suit sounded familiar somehow, although she couldn’t quite place it or put a name to how. 

The man patted her on the shoulder when he’d finished, and she fought the urge to flinch backwards, keeping her back ramrod straight instead. 

“Very well, let’s see what you can do now. Is there a material you prefer?” 

“Not glass. It’s been a bit temperamental for me recently.” 

“Wood it is,” he handed her a rough piece of cedarwood, and sat her down at a workstation in the back. 

“I’ll come back in an hour,” he called over his shoulder and returned to mind the shop. 

What was the most impressive thing she could make in an hour? 

Magic flowing through her, she warped the material, letting it curve and bend in ways wood didn’t grow. Maybe she should’ve explained before that she used magic. She let the magic do its work, turning herself into a vessel for it to extend its wishes, its wants. 

At the end of the hour, she was left with a near perfect replica of a hawk in flight. She blinked back the tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand as the man re-entered the room. 

“Oh how wonderful,” he exclaimed. “You didn’t explain you have magic,” he said with a tone of awe, not fear, thankfully. 

“Sorry,” she said quietly. 

He waved off the apology, “people like us are hard to come by, let alone those who have your gift. Very well, you’re hired.” 

She wondered if her magic had an extra role to play in how she got the position, but she kept that thought locked inside and instead thanked him profusely. 

“Do you have somewhere to sleep? I know a lady renting out the rooms above her shop. As long as you don’t have any great debts you could afford it with what I’ll pay you. Plus you’ll be earning commissions on any works you put out.” 

Considering the harm she’d done, she didn’t feel like she deserved this kindness from a stranger. Maybe it made her a wretch, but she took it anyway. 

-

Years passed, and nobody came for her. Despite never feeling this free, she mourned the life that could have been. The life she should have had. 

-

“Did you hear the news?” He passed the paper to her with a flourish. “Right from your home. The Queen of Terrasen is abdicating her throne, passing rule off to her eldest and only child.” 

Her eldest child, now approaching mid thirties. The man in front of her, the son of the one who’d originally hired her, beamed expectantly. She’d always thought he had a bit of a crush on her, but she’d reinforced the boundary of friends firmly, and he’d never pushed. 

Somehow, she’d still retained those same lodgings and her salary and work both had afforded her the chances to travel to neighboring territories and explore, bringing back different raw materials for them to work with. 

“I didn’t,” she murmured, sipping her tea. “Thank you for telling me.” 

She pretended to read the newspaper, really her eyes were glazing over, not processing any of the information in front of her. Abdicated. Would they come for her now? How old was this news? 

She’d laid down roots here, deep and generations long roots. She couldn’t exactly get up and run again. Were they aware that she was cornered now? Did they care?  

But part of her ached for them, still did decades later. Still wanted them back. But another part, perhaps equally as strong, relished her freedom. 

What would they do now?

She tapped her fingers against the wooden bench. She’d been ‘hidden’ here for so long, there was no reason to expect they’d come looking for her now. 

-

Rowan would miss the castle, but he and Aelin had both acknowledged it was time to move on, to let their eldest and only child take up reign now that she was ready. And they had unfinished business further south. 

They came in the middle of the night, and centuries should have been enough to ebb his anger, but some of it still bled through. 

Rowan had already crafted the letter explaining she had urgent business back home, still able to copy his mates handwriting perfectly. 

“Ready?” He murmured to Aelin, voice just carrying enough for her to hear. They stood in the alley outside of her apartment, each with a hood pulled low over their faces to obscure their features. They were recognizable everywhere, but they needed to do this task for themselves. 

She’d stolen from them, stolen the chance at a life with her, and in turn they’d steal her back. 

“Add kidnapping to our list of crimes,” Aelin huffed. 

“Haven’t we done that already?” 

“Probably.” 

He could tell his mate was nervous, and he was too - to a certain extent. 

“Lets go,” he finally said, leading the way up the stairs.

A few quick movements from Aelin and the lock was picked, the door swinging open. Not even a deadbolt. He added it to his list of reasons to be angry.

Silent feet moved them up the stairs, and they found her door already unlocked, and voices. 

There hadn’t been a soul here when they scouted it earlier. Or the days prior. 

He glanced at Aelin, but before he could convey a question he heard a moan. Her moan. 

“That feels good,” her breathy voice reached his Fae ears. 

Red hot fury filled every inch of his being, and Aelin pushed through the doors, Rowan hot on her heels. 

Fenrys hadn’t reported her having a lover. 

Her bedroom door was wide open, she laid flat on her stomach, a male above her. 

Metal flew, and his and Aelin’s knives lodged simultaneously, one in the back, one in the back of the neck. He fell flat on top of her, muffling her scream, his blood splattered on her sheets, the bits of her skin he could see. 

Aelin stalked across the room first, more pissed than he’d seen her in decades. She shoved the man off the top of her, fist winding through her hair, yanking her up to sit at the edge of the bed. “Are you fucking him?” She snarled. 

She hadn’t been, at least not in that moment, but that didn’t say anything about the past. 

“He’s a friend,” she whispered. “He was giving me a massage.” 

Another male was putting hands on his mate, in an intimate way. 

Rowan seethed, and moved next to Aelin. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to.” 

“I’d never cheat on you,” she said, nearly desperate. A gag of fire wrapped around her mouth. Rowan could tell it was hot, but not enough to burn. A warning. 

“You let another person put hands on you,” Aelin’s fist, still wrapped in your hair, squeezed. “You moaned for him.” She winced. He rolled his eyes. There would be worse now, before the night was out. 

Decades apart hadn’t taken the sting out of the mating bond, and he doubted anything would, but somehow his petal had figured it out. 

No matter how long they spent apart, she was his and Aelin’s, and apparently needed a reminder of that. 

He flipped her on her stomach, shoving the dress up above her ass. A piece of silk barely covered her. He crouched down and ran his hands over her ass, letting one smack against the skin, enjoying the way she wiggled in front of him, trying to get away. Aelin had shoved the man’s body and it toppled to the floor on the other side, his blood still staining her sheets. Good. He’d fuck her in it so she never forgot exactly who she belonged to. 

Wind bound her hands behind her back.  

Carelessly, he tossed her on the bed, Aelin already stripped from the waist, leaning against her headboard. 

-

This wasn’t supposed to be about her pleasure, she knew that, but by the gods she was turned on. It was a claiming, pure and simple. They could probably already scent her arousal, and Aelin grabbed her shoulders pulling her up the bed towards her. 

“If you come, I'll turn that ass black and blue for two weeks,” she warned her. 

Rowan pulled her hips up, already at her entrance. “I’ll help her,” he added. 

You whimpered as he shoved in, not giving you anytime to adjust. He had no idea nobody had been there since he last had, and she had no way of telling him. It hurt, burn, stung, lit her entire body on fire. 

Aelin released the gag, just to shove her right towards her already glistening cunt. “Make it good,” she ordered. She would, part of her feared the consequences if she didn’t, but another part of her, growing stronger, wanted it despite how wrong it was. The blood hadn’t even dried fully on the sheets. 

The pain behind her slowly ebbed into something else, into pleasure she hadn’t felt in decades. Rowan moved relentlessly, making her use all of her focus on pleasuring Aelin. The moans ahead of and behind her only fueled her further. She squeezed around him, used her tongue to flick Aelin’s clit rapidly, and brought them both closer and closer to release. 

She was always giving to them, why would anything change now? 

-

The estate was in the middle of nowhere, seemingly, the closest town an hour's ride away. A small skeleton staff of servants, all trusted to keep their affairs private.

She laid on the table, face turned to the side as Rowan prepared his materials. Ink. Needles. Sketched design. A design of their names, to go permanently on her body. Not as deep as the twin sets of scars on either side of her neck, but something else permanent.

When he'd asked, it hadn't felt like a question but she'd wanted it regardless. Wanted them sketched onto her. She didn't have the courage to ask if they'd be getting a tattoo for her in turn, but it turns out she didn't need to. Aelin had shown her that night, on her back weaved in with Aelin's other tattoos was her name, and Rowan had hers done similarly, on the inside of his forearm.

Their names would be written, in ink and blood, on her upper right back. Large font, too, based on Rowan's design.

“Breathe for me,” he said, sitting and dipping the needle into the pot. She would, as every bit of her belonged to them. 

-

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[komitomi]

Could I request Sae having bath sex with his s/o?

Man's just had a long day. Of course, his darling wife is worried and just wants to spoil him.

She cooks him a filling dinner and runs him a warm bath complete with bath bombs and flower petals.

But, just as they're relaxing. S/O feels Sae's hands grope her on all sides. Teasing and rubbing every part of her body until she feels tingly. All of a sudden, Sae pushes her against the tub (gently) and starts eating her out.

Oh, but he's not done. As she feels her legs quake, Sae inserts his cock into her pussy and starts moving at animalistic thrusts.

MHMMM YESSS <3 THIS IS SO GOOD ANON.

Itoshi sae x afab!f!reader

MDNI, NSFW CONTENT: p in v, bathtub sex, oral (f.receiving), sae pull out game strong, teasing, use of good girl (once), this is kind of short :( + not proofread, also my first time writing bathsex !

this also took WEEK to write, not cause it is long or anything but just cause I got so busy irl 😭, sorry for the wait anon! <3

WC: ??

You were in the kitchen preparing for dinner, cutting vegetables when you heard the front door open and close followed with a sound of baggage being dropped and a long sigh, it was sae, and from the sound of it, he seemed extremely tired.

He enters the living room and immediately crashes into the couch, groaning in pleasure when his back hits the soft cushioning as he dozes off, you were going to ask how his day was but you see his tired form and conclude that it was probably very rough.

Wasting no time, you immediately sped your pace and added the vegetables into the soup, while that was cooking, you chopped up some cucumbers into pieces and added seasoning, And set up the empty dishes on the table.

You added the cucumbers into the small bowl, you heard the ding of the rice cooker indicating that it was finished cooking, you took a frying pan and added oil and let it heat up before adding the meat to the pan, the sizzling noise was so satisfying.

Sae woke up from his light nap when the aroma of food filled his nose, he took a big whiff taking in the amazing smell, he made his way tiredly to the kitchen and saw you placing down the dishes, you looked up at him and smiled.

“I was going to wake you up just now.” you said and he returned you a small smile before he made his way to the table and looked at the dishes you made before he gave you a kiss on the cheek and sat down.

“Thank you for the food, love.” he says and signals you to sit and eat with him, which you follow.

You both have a very long conversation about how his day went, he told you he had a long day and it was exhausting and apologized for not greeting you when he came home, which he usually does, but you told him it was nothing to worry about, it was small moments like this which makes his heart fill with content, just eating a fulfilling meal with his wife and talking while doing so.

You cleaned up the table, picking the used dishes and placing them in the sink, sae was on his phone while you were preparing a bath, lighting up scented candles, adding a bathbomb into it before finishing it up with rose petals.

You called sae over and he put his phone down before he followed where your voice was coming from, he was slightly shocked at your act of kindness but you just gave him a smile.

“Wanna hop in with me?” you say with a smirk which makes him nod eagerly, you chuckle before saying “Well, let's wash up first then.”

You undo your clothes and he does the same, taking in the sight of your body, you unhook the detachable shower head before spraying water all over your body along with his, you decide to tease him by spraying it right into his face which he fights back by grabbing the shower head and turning it towards your face.

You gasp and he giggles slightly at your reaction, he loves doing fun childish stuff with you, just enjoying yourselves without a care of the world, being lost in the moment of your playfulness.

Finally, you were done washing up, sae hopped in the bathtub and settled down in a comfortable position, he throws his head back in pleasure as he relaxes in the water, it eased his muscle ache and was so therapeutic, you followed along him and settled in between his legs, you rested your back against his chest.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, relaxing and enjoying the moment until you felt sae's hands travel the outline of your waist before stopping at your breasts, you watched as he gave them a light squeeze making you gasp.

One of his hands trailed down while the other remained on your breast, rubbing and pinching your nipples, the other hand slowly made its way towards your thigh before settling on your inner thigh, he rubbed slow circles, teasing you as you watched his hand so close yet so far from your cunt.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as sae left a trail of kisses down your neck to your shoulder while his both hands toyed with your body parts, making you feel tingly and whiny.

His hand suddenly presses against your clit which makes you gasp as he rubs circles onto it, you're disappointed when he retreats his hand back but surprised when you feel yourself being pushed against the bathtub, with sae now in front of you.

You look up at him in anticipation, he kisses you on the mouth before leaving kisses down your neck and grinding himself against you, he pulls back and grips your thighs and lifts your hips up just enough for your pussy to be slightly out of water.

He leans back before wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep them apart and kisses your core which makes you tense, he gives your pussy one long lick making you gasp and throw your head back against the bathtub.

His tongue swirls against your clit, nipping on it time to time, your hands fly to grip his hair and grind yourself against him, he then inserts one of his fingers into your hole, “f-fuck! Sae!” you moan out.

“Hm? Do you not like this?” he asks teasingly as he continues to eat you out, while he pumps his finger in and out of you, “I- I like it- b-but fuck! 'ts too much!” you say between your moans as you feel your high approaching, you hear him chuckle against you as he curls his fingers inside your, hitting at gspot.

You arch your back as you feel the overwhelming rush of pleasure coarse through your body, coming undone on his fingers as he brings his face to lick you clean.

He pulls away and watches your chest heave up and down, your eyelids slightly open as you breathe heavily, trying to register your high, he let goes of your thigh and pushes your hips back in the water before lining his cock against your entrance.

He slowly slides it in, throwing his head back as he grips the top edges of the bathtub where your head was resting, with a low groan. You too mimic his movements. He doesn't give you time to adjust and moves at a rapid pace, you grip on his arms tightly and look up at him, he leans down you catch your lips in his as he continues his thrusts.

“o-oh God! You feel so fucking good.” he utters as he pulls away from your lips, “So good for me.. Taking in my cock like a good girl!” he praises you, making you blush, “Thanks for everything earlier babe.” he leans again to kiss you, appreciating you.

His rhythmic thrusts slowly become more sloppy and you know he's near his limit, so you help him by grinding against him which makes him let out a guttural moan.

You were also near your orgasm as you feel him hitting all the right spots making you whine against him which makes him even more feral than he already was, with a few more harsh thrusts against your cunt, you finally cum, alongside with him.

He quickly pulls out and pumps his cock with his hand to aid him through finish, his white cum spurts out into the water as few drops of it land on your waist.

The sight was immediately making him hard once again, but he knew more than to push his limits or yours.

He quickly repositions both of you guys into the original position with your back pressed against his chest and his face rests in your neck, staying in each other's embrace for a while.

[moon-fics]

Hi! Any chance you’d be open to writing an angsty Ghost fic? I’ve had the idea that because they’re relationship is secret (both on 141) they give each other 3 taps to say I love you. Somehow the reader gets mortally injured and because they can’t speak they cradle his face in a hand giving him 3 taps. 🥺 I know this is really specific so feel free to change anything if you feel like writing it! :)

A/n: My first request and I love it🥺 I literally do this with my partners!! This is gonna be so cute thank you for the ask!! Please feel free to return!

Warning: Swears, mentions of blood and injury, angst

The moment you knew you loved Ghost was when you were tending to his wounds. It was a rough mission and both of you needed patching up, Ghost insisting you get fixed first. There's no arguing with him when it comes to survival.

He's sitting upright in his desk chair, the moonlight shining through the window. You can see the white of his mask reflecting the light, his eyes are shadowed by his mask.

Your hands barely touch his skin while wrapping a bandage over his cut arm. You're so focused on ensuring the dressing isn't too tight you completely miss his gaze that's locked on you. You tie off the bandage, reaching for some bandaids from his medical kit. He got lucky on this mission, he doesn't need stitches.

Once you finish you unknowingly tap his leg three times, getting to your feet. It doesn't even enter your mind that he might know what something so intimate. From the amount of time you've spent with him you've only known him to be reserved and cocky, you've never seen a soft side to him.

"Any other injuries I should be worried about?" You ask, picking up the first aid kit and closing it. Your eyes finally meet his and your breathing stops. There's something in his eyes that makes you wonder if he somehow knew what you meant when you tapped him.

"No." He responds, his voice raspy from screaming into his com all day. You nod, assuming he'd want you to give him privacy. He usually needs a day to rest after a hard mission, tonight is no different. At least, that's what you think, meanwhile, Ghost is barely holding it together in front of you. "You and Soap goin' out for drinks?" He grumbles, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs in a relaxed position.

"Probably, I'm not really in the mood but knowing Soap he's gonna drag me down to a bar somewhere." You shrug, placing his medkit on his desk. You're tired and you know alcohol will only add to your pain in the morning, but Soap can convince a grumpy old man to smile.

"I'll join ya." He keeps his tone low, almost uninterested. You're not sure why he's showing interest in spending time with you and Soap. He spent a whole week never leaving your side and he still wants to be around you.

"Whatever you say, LT." You smile, following him to find Soap.

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You think back to that moment, when you secretly confessed your feelings to Ghost. You can't help but laugh at how stupid you were to think the man who knew more about body language than you did about, well, anything. It's a fond memory, the moment Ghost knew he shared those feelings with you.

Even now as you bleed in Ghost's lap, you still smile at the memory. His frightened eyes stare into your slowly dulling ones. You wonder if this is how it all ends if your life story is slowly coming to a close.

"We'll get you patched up and you'll be sent home." Ghost assures you and himself. Your vision is getting blurry and there's darkness creeping in. You want to believe him, the man you love. However, the numbness in your fingers is reminding you that he's wrong. "I know for a fact you'll be hanging this over my head for at least a year." He tries to lighten to mood, but you can't laugh.

You know that he'll blame himself by the end of the day. He'll break everything in sight and then himself. You took the bullet for him, you jumped in front of a loaded gun and got shot. You can't give him a reason as to why other than the fact that after the night out with Soap, he tapped your hand three times before going to bed.

You can tell you only have minutes, maybe just one, before you lose everything. You can barely lift your arm, and shakily reach out to hold Ghost's face. His mask feels so foreign in your hands after months of getting to know his skin.

As silence surrounds you, you force yourself to move your index finger. Tap tap tap.

[igotanidea]

Dating Sam Winchester headcanons.

Requested: I was wondering if you could write something supernatural with Sam Winchester, what kind of boyfriend would Sam be? Thank you anon, made that as expanded headcanons starting from meeting and going further in the relationship.

A little NSFW in point 16.

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1.Bookshops dates

I mean come on, all things considered I am pretty sure you would meet him in the library rather than any place else. And even if you weren’t actually reaching for mythological monsters encyclopaedia or the yearbook of the city from 1456, you were bound to meet at the counter. It wasn’t that big bookshop after all and Sam, with his tall, muscular silhouette was definitely filling most of the space, forcing you to sneak under his arm to get what you were aiming for. Not that you complained, cause he does smell good.

2. Soul longing – as silly as that may sound. Ok listen up. He had women, that’s for sure. But one night stands is only good for so long. And unlike Dean he needed stability from the beginning. Sam is not a player nor a playboy. And as for you? You’re not just gonna jump into the bed of a very handsome, tall and broad shouldered man you met briefly while buying a book, right?

Even if you can imagine so many things he could do with those hands….

Even if you can tell just by looking at him that he’s got enough experience and skills to keep you up all night and –

“Miss? Miss are you all right?”

Damn, seem like you just spaced out in front of the guy who’s been currently eyeing you with those deep eyes piercing right into your soul.

Impossible to forget and even more impossible to let go.

3. Cliché scenario – you actually became a part of team free will after getting into a demon related accident serving the part of a lady in distress perfectly. Got hurt so bad the boys Sam felt guilty enough to look for you for a couple weeks while getting too attached.

4. Obviously wanting to keep you out of the family business. Too bad he got himself a persistent badass, who refused to sit cases out. You may not be a hunter, but you’re a girl. And who’s better than a woman when it comes to making scenes and getting man to mansplain to the poor, innocent soul that knows nothing? The first time you faked cried he fell for it all the way and never questioned your skills again.

5. Probably making you get an anti-possession tattoo. Just for safety, of course. And holding your hand all time while getting it done, caressing your palm in that special reassuring way. And then kissing it better after, regardless of the place it was inked on.  

6. Funny thing he was hesitant to put a tag on your relationship. At first. Can’t blame him given all that happened to his mother and Jess. But his emotional side finally took over and he blurted something in the middle of an argument.

“You’re staying here tonight.”

“The hell I am, Sam.”

“I’m not asking.”

‘You’re not my boss.”

“Well I am your boyfriend!”

“Did you just-? Sam? Sam, did you just - ?”

You never got to finish that sentence. And just that one time you stayed behind.

Behind being on the backseat, no further.

7. Bantering over silly stuff while making Dean crazy, cause since you two got together there’s no one to bring him pie.  

8. Knowledge duels – as long as you pick the theme, cause no way you’re going against him in history or demonology.  It is however possible to beat him in popculture or modern cinematography.

“How am I supposed to know all those –“

“Educate yourself Sammy.”

“Oh I will educate you on something –“

9. Merciless teasing from Dean about stuff that should not ever be his business.

“Hey, whose underwear is that?”

“Brought you two some protection.”

“Hey maybe we can get a threesome?”

“Is that a hickey on your neck Y/N? God, girl, you are loud.”

(but we all know that’s the way Dean’s inner soft side is showing)

10. Doing research while laying head on his chest, tracing patterns on his skin. (making him distracted and locked up in another room until you start to behave.)

11. Doing research in the various libraries. You have no idea but he raises his gaze from the book way too often to actually comprehend any of the text. The way you are frowning, scrunching your nose and the way your eyes shine every time you come upon a clue or a helpful fact seem to be more interesting.

12. Fights – oh, damn, it was bound to happen right?

Arguing with Sam is impossible. He always keeps his cool, not letting the blood boil no matter how many needles you gives him. Sometimes it feels like he’s wearing that stupid armour turning into stone just to infuriate you.

But not for long, cause Sammy can’t stand to see you hurt or broken. That’s not him. It doesn’t matter if you started the fight (you’re being reckless, you’re gonna get killed, you need some rest) or he was the part to initiate it (you’re not the hunter, I know better, I’ll handle it) he’ll be all up for communication. Talking through.

Being a Winchester comes with toughness and roughness sometimes, but Sam doesn’t deny having feelings he want to work on. With you.

It’s not a perfect relationship but you’re patching it up with all the best and most resistant fabric.

13. Subtle hand holding while driving on a hunt. You may be in the backseat while both brothers take the front ones, but who cares. The blank between the driver and shotgun is for something, right? And who cares about the gearbox?

14. Forehead kisses and cuddling – you have actually seen Sam right? If that’s not a giant teddy bear than I don’t know who is. Definition of safety and warmth. Just imagine nuzzling into him with those strong arms around you keeping you safe from any demon, angel, witch, wendigo, shapeshifter or whatever else monster might come for you.

15. Steamy make out session in the impala just to get some privacy. Honestly I believe at some point this would be used as a threat for alone time.

"Get out Dean.”

“ Mmm. Nope. Not happening. I got stuff to do here.”

“I said get out.”

“Make me.”

“Well I think you should go and check on your car before I take care of the backseat.”

Wide eyes, rushing out and not getting back for hours.

Mission completed.

16. Getting intimate with Sam is indescribable. You don’t even need words and yet he seems to understand everything your body tries to convey. Soft, slow, sensual and tender love making while looking into your eyes, refusing to let your gaze drop? Tracing your body and kissing all over your soft skin? Making you feel fragile, small and delicate no matter your size?

All done.

I see Sam as a soft dom. He could break your boundaries easily and probably would, but never to the point of hurting you.

Rough play, BDSM, kinks, making love on any flat surface possible? Not exactly his style.

Stretching you out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pressing you into the mattress, marking you? Absolutely.

He’s fine with pleasuring you, getting to know what turns you on (hitting and finding all the sensitive spots that makes you mewl and rake nails down his body), never failing to make you see stars.

He may not be talking too much and not use a lot of dirty talk, but hey, a few thrusts, a few flicks of his tongue, his muscles flexing under your fingersand the feel of him so freaking deep and you forget something such as words exist.

17. Getting just the right amount of aftercare cuddles, kisses and hugs. Duties are calling and Sam may be a bit of a workaholic, but you’re on top of the “to-do-list.” Taking just the right amount of time to help you get back to reality, getting your floating soul back into your thoroughly loved out body by caresses, kisses, touches, strokes. Whatever you need.

He loves you.

[slytherinshua]

HANDLE WITH CARE

genre. fluff. warnings. reader has hair long enough to braid. not proofread. pairing. dohoon x fem!reader. wc. 603. request. requested by 🪩 anon for #4: “can I kiss you?” and #9: “your hair is so soft.” a/n. sigh dohoon the boyfriend material™️ he invented boyfriend actually!!!

“All done?” Dohoon asked as you stepped out of the bathroom, clad in your pyjama set that just so happened to match his. You definitely hadn’t taken note of the pair he had put on and gotten it out of your drawer instead of the original set you had.

“Yeah. All done except for my hair.” You answered with a smile, patting your hair with a towel.

“Come here, baby.” Your boyfriend said, setting down his phone on the bedside table, and getting out your comb that you kept in the drawer. He opened his arms and you gladly sat in front of him in between his legs. He took the towel from your hands, continuing to pat your hair with it until it was no longer dripping any water.

“I’ve only done this twice, so let me know if I mess up.” Dohoon warned, picking a section of your hair and starting to comb through it. Just like you had instructed days ago, he started with only a small piece at the bottom and slowly added more hair so as to not tug or break any strands. He was gentle and careful— more than you probably ever were with your hair. 

This whole after shower routine involving your boyfriend brushing and braiding your hair for the night had started just last week. He had watched how frustrated you had gotten with your hair, struggling to get out a stubborn tangle out, and out of the blue offered to do it for you. It was a bit chaotic at first, Dohoon met with a tool he had never had to use before on his own hair. But you guided him through it and even taught him how to braid it. He was quite good at it, though he doubted how well he was doing it.

It was a win-win situation, you soon discovered. Your hair finally escaped from your impatient brushing, definitely benefiting the health and longevity of it. And, Dohoon’s gentle brushing was like a massage. It was so relaxing that once you settled down into your boyfriend's arms to sleep, you were drowsy enough to fall into your dreams almost immediately.

“Your hair is so soft.” Dohoon commented quietly, brushing through a full section from your roots to your ends, feeling the silky strands in his fingers. “It smells good too.” He smiled, always enjoying any chance he got to smell your shampoo; a fresh citrus flavour that always drew him in. 

You closed your eyes, thoroughly enjoying the feeling as your boyfriend brushed out all the tangles, carefully sectioned your hair into 3 pieces, and braided them together. He was a bit awkward with putting on the elastic, but he eventually got it, securing the braid with care. He grinned once he finished, admiring his work carefully.

“I’m done.” He whispered, hands circling your waist. He squeezed you tightly and you laughed and fell back onto his chest.

“I love you.” You said sleepily, watching Dohoon’s lips form a smile and a little dimple below his eye make its appearance. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked in response, cheeks dusted pink from your words. You nodded, turning around in his arms so you were facing him, gladly letting him kiss you. He hardly needed to ask at this point, there was never a time where the answer was no. But Dohoon was always cautious, wanting to make sure you were always comfortable around him. The fact that he did still ask every time made your heart swell in your chest, only making you fall deeper in love with him.

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[museaway]

As requested, here's how I trained myself to wash the dishes pretty much daily.

Dishes and laundry have always felt insurmountable to me. It's probably because they never end. I live alone and I don't have a dishwasher, so I have to do the dishes whether I like it or not. I would much, much rather watch YouTube than do chores, so here's how I get around that.

(It's long so I'll put it behind a cut.)

Disclaimer: What works for me might not work for you. We all have different lives and situations. Take what works for you and leave the rest.

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Solution #1: Make it low commitment

Sometimes I look at the sink and think, "I have to wash all of these?? It's going to take FOREVER. I'll do it tomorrow."

On those days, I challenge myself to wash dishes for the length of one song. It doesn't matter how many dishes I wash, just that I wash them for as long as the song plays!

Sometimes the song will finish and I'll feel up to washing for just one more. Usually, I end up listening to three or four and clean the whole sink. But if the song ends and I want to go do something else, I'm allowed to.

Try working up to multiple times a day.

Make a playlist with songs that make you feel energized! I use anime OPs because they're loud and fun to sing to.

Be gentle with yourself. If you washed one cup, that's great! That's a clean cup! That's one more clean cup than you had one song ago.

You're taking care of yourself by doing this. Really, it's a great kindness you're doing yourself and your family by cleaning something! You deserve to be taken care of!

This method also works with putting away folded laundry. If you don't want to use music, set a timer. Work for 3 minutes and stop.

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Solution #2: Gamify it

When I have a little more energy, the goal changes:

"Can I clear the sink before this song ends?"

"Can I wash all of these within three songs?"

"Can I wash this cup before the chorus?"

This technique really motivates me. I tend to focus and work efficiently since I'm trying to beat the song. If I don't make it, I usually give myself another song or two. It's rare that I stop until the sink is clear.

Whether you beat the song or not, you've washed a bunch of stuff, so you win either way!

This technique also works for putting sheets on the bed, dusting, taking the trash out ("can I get back before the song stops??"), etc. Timers can replace music here too.

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Solution #3: Use a habit tracker

The above solutions got me to stop leaving dishes in the sink for three days, but I was still leaving them overnight. To train myself to wash the dishes every single day, I made it a nightly chore for a solid month.

I used a habit tracker so that I got to check it off every day! I love checklists, so this was terribly satisfying.

I've tried a slew of habit trackers and hate all of them except for this one by TheFor. It's simple, has color coding, supports habit-based goals (like dish washing 7 days a week, or sweeping the deck once a week), and displays an overview so that you can check if you missed any days! Free on the Apple and Play stores. This isn't sponsored; I'm just a fan.

It took a month for my new habit to form, but it did! I'll now go wash the dishes when I see them in the sink, although I still use the first two solutions to keep it from feeling like a chore again.

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Hand-washing tips:

Dish gloves will save your hands! Get a pair you like

I like a wooden dish brush with a replaceable head

I think it helps to like the scent of your dish soap

Get big, easy-to-clean things out of the way first. They take up a huge amount of room in the sink and make the situation look worse than it really is. Think colanders, cookie sheets, the pot you only boiled water in.

Wash things in categories. For example, I like to wash all of the mugs at once. It seems to go faster that way.

Leave the hardest-to-clean stuff for last so it can soak.

Paring down my mug collection sincerely helped the mug overload. Maybe put spares in a drawer for a while.

Sing while you work

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Here's my dish washing playlist

[reirasheadcanons]

NSFW ALPHABET- KYOJURO RENGOKU

Author's note: It will probably take a while for me to finish this, but I really wanted to try writing some NSFW content. If you are minor, please don't continue reading this.(I warned you) English isn't my first language, so I apologise if I make any mistakes<3

NSFW ALPHABET- KYOJURO RENGOKU

Cw: 18+ NSFW, kinks, anything that has to do with sex, fem!reader, roleplay and more.

Hope you enjoy!<3

Aftercare: what he's like after sex

Kyo is the type of guy who puts your safety and pleasure before his. After doing it, (probably for 4-5 rounds) he will surely carry you to the bathroom, cleaning you and getting you perfectly dressed up. He doesn't mind if he's cock is still leaking juices or if he's tired. You are his one and only priority. After making sure you are alright and comfortable, he falls into a deep sleep while hugging you.

Body part: his favourite body part(s)

To be honest, he's in love with every part in your body. If he HAD to choose one, it will probably be your collarbone. He loves kissing you there, leaving marks, scars and hickes. Marking you as his property can be considered as his everyday routine. He also enjoys licking you all over, till you can't take it anymore.

Cum: anything to do with cum

He cums A LOT and EVERYWHERE. He says he can't keep hold of himself, since you feel so good. He can reach multiple orgasms. Again, he puts you before himself. When you are close, he is trying his best to make you cum. Fingering you faster, breeding you faster, using a sex toy.. anything for you. He loves it when you both reach your climax together.

Dirty secret: a dirty secret of his

Since you both met, he has been stealing your stuff and uses them to pleasure himself. It drives him crazy how you can have such a pleasurable and sweet scent and eventually, all your stuff smell like you. He can steal literally anything. From t-shirts, to perfume, to even your favourite pillow. 'Till today he doesn't have the courage to admit he's the one making your stuff mysteriously "disappear".

Experience: how experienced he is in sexual activity

One answer. Zero experience. You took eachother's first time and you both were glad about it. He likes trying new things in bed, and more specifically wild things. He once requested if you could try out ALL the positions in one night. That man's stamina is unbelievable.

Favourite position: favourite sex position

Doggy style. That man can go forever in that position. The way he can feel your insides, squeezing you all over, hitting in your g spot like crazy. Although he enjoys doggy style, he also likes reverse cow girl. When you asked him why to try out that position, he simply answered that he can have a really nice view of your ass, while you ride him so good. For you, it wasn't as enjoyable since you could only see his feet.. but making that man happy and satisfied is your number one goal.

Goofy: is he humourous while doing it

In his everyday life, Kyo is a very humourous and goofy. During your alone time, he can be as serious as ever. He doesn't like making jokes when you both make love. He finds it kinda disrespectful.

Hair: how well groomed he is

He doesn't pay any attention on himself while doing it. His looks don't matter. Also in his point of you, are always looking as sexy as ever.

Intimacy: how is he during sex

Kyo during sex, is way more gentle than usual. He will do whatever you ask him to do. He ain't going to push you doing something you don't like, as well as, he ALWAYS uses protection. He's also making sure you are comfortable and satisfied with the way he does you.

Jack off: anything with masturbation

He masturbates once or twice a week. To be honest, he can go without doing it for months. Honestly, he believes it's better to make love to you, than going solo.

Kink: one or more of his kinks

Breeding kink, degrading, and of course daddy kink. When it comes to you fucking, he can't control himself. He also enjoys it when you beg for him to either stop or go faster.

Location: favourite place to do it

Literally EVERYWHERE. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen table, in the spa, in an isolated room, in master Ubuyashiki's mansion. For Rengoku, it's doesn't matter where you both do it. As a gentleman he is, your pleasure is beyond all.

Motivation: what turns him on

For this man, when you're wearing tight shorts it drives him nuts. He gets so turned on that he can't control the bulge in his pants. When you are offering your help, of course he accepts it and let you do the work. When he reaches his climax, he's making sure its your turn.

NO: something they wouldn't do

Fucking without protection. He can't get himself to do it, even though you have asked for a creampie before. He believes that you should only do it when you are both ready to start family. He surely is a gentleman.

Oral: preference in giving or receiving

Definitely giving. I mean, he couldn't mind if you want to give him head, but he's mostly the type of guy to do you first. His tongue licking you all over, sucking your clit while putting a finger inside you. You surely gave him head after that.

Pace: is he fast and rough, or slow and sensual

He doesn't have a preference. It's mostly according to his mood at the time. If you are having some alone time and you ask him to do you, he will go slow and cutely.. BUT, when he's turned on it's game over.

Quickie(s): his opinion on it rather than proper sex

He hates it. He can't understand the reason it even exists. And no, we wouldn't try it at all.

Risk: does he take any risks while doing it

Having sex with you in public, is the biggest risk he has ever taken. Trying to take you all, while begging you to keep your voice down. Once, he fucked you in a public spa.. If he could rate the experience, he could put 11/10.

Stamina: how many rounds can he last

This man can go forever. For him it's usual to do it for about 4-5 rounds. He can keep it up, until you both pass out. Don't worry, he gives you aftercare after all that.

Toy(s): does he use toys

He isn't a big fun of them. I mean, he can use them to please you, but not really to do himself. Sometimes he gets jealous watching you getting excited from a dildo and not his cock. You can understand what's happening after that...

Unfair: how much does he like teasing you

A FUCKING LOT. This man want to hear you scream, whimper, whine and beg for him. He won't stop teasing you 'till you're begging and crying for his attention and affection. In the end, he gives in and claims you as his.

Volume: how loud he is

Again, it's according to his mood. He can both stay quiet and keep praising you, as well as, being loud as fuck. When you're both having a good time, he mostly tries to hide that he wants to moan too. He's embarrassed of you finding out he can also be a submissive.

Wildcard: random headcanon about the character

In my opinion, it should be canon that he keeps himself awake all night after sex. Not because he's afraid of something, but mostly because he wants to make sure you are actually doing fine. For example, he didn't hurt you while fucking, or he didn't push you off your limits. Also, I can imagine him being a sweety during it.

X-Ray: his yk size

Probably around 10-12 inches. Medium length which can surely satisfy you.

Yearning: his sex drive

He has a medium sex drive. AGAIN it's according to his and your mood. He won't push you on doing anything, until you are both ready.

Zzz: how quickly he falls asleep after sex

He won't sleep until you do. As the top in the relationship, he cares more about you and your health more than anything. There is no exception of him falling asleep before you.

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It actually only took me 2 days to end this💀 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AND I'M FREE FOR ANY REQUESTS!!! <333

Take care everyone<3

[regulusblackslut]

Can I request a dom regulus black x “innocent” fem reader?

hiiii! thanks for requesting! (SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

BRO. THIS MAN- literally my fav ever (hence the username)

warnings: dom!reg, smut (obvs), fingering, cursing, protected sex (wrap it before u tap it)

notes: i didnt know what kind of innocent you wanted the reader to be so i made her more naive/inexperienced. i hope thats okay!! thanks for requesting!

you’re more on the inexperienced side when it comes to the intimate details of relationships. you lost your virginity to your first boyfriend, Walden McNair, in 5th year. he had no idea what he was doing and finished 7 minutes later. safe to say it was one of the most awkward experiences of your life. you ended up breaking up 2 weeks later. so it's not that you haven't done anything before dating regulus, you just hadn't found someone you would want to go further with. but since dating him you’ve gradually opened up to getting more sensual.

which is how you found yourself in the same position that you’ve been in numerous times, laying on regulus’s bed with him on top of you. his head burrowed on the left side of your neck leaving rough, passionate kisses on any visible skin he could find. his left hand was cupping your jaw while his right hand rests on your waist, occasionally lightly grabbing the flesh. you let out a few breathy moans as he continues his actions.

and that's all you guys really do. but this time is different, you want more. you want regulus in every way possible.

“um.. reg?” you say meekly, closing your eyes out of pure nervousness.

“hmm?” he inquiries, still working on your neck, determined to turn it a different color.

“i-um.. want you to um fuck me? please?”

he stills. regulus lifts his head and sits back a bit, starring at you. your heart drops. you sit up and stare at the velvet bedding. ‘what if he didn’t want that in this relationship? what if he breaks up with me now? i mean we’re only 17. he probably thinks i’m so weird now’ you think.

“..really?” he says, barely above a whisper.

you look up at him. your eyebrows raised and a warm blush rises up your face.

“i mean i-if you want to of course.”

“say it again. now.” he says. his eyes filled with lust, raking over your figure with a slight smirk. it’s like a switch flipped in his head. all these thoughts he’s had about you- how you’re positioned, the fucked out look on your face, the sweet little noises you make as he makes you feel oh-so good -are able to become reality.

“i want you to fuck me, regulus.” you barely muster enough courage to make eye contact with him as you say that.

regulus groans in response, leaning in to kiss you. his right hand on your waist as his left one comes up and cups your breast, squeezing it. you moan into his mouth as you tug at the bottom of his button-down. he leans back and slowly undoes 3 of the buttons.

“well come on! it’s only fair to have yours off as well no?” he chuckles, carrying on with his shirt. you quickly discard your top, throwing it off of the bed, leaving you in a lacy white bra.

his eyes dart to your chest. his hands stop what he’s doing and reach around your back to the clasp. regulus looks back at you with a confirming look as if he’s asking “is this alright, love?” you give a nod and a small smile. he unclasps the bra and lightly pushes you so you're laying back on the bed.

he starts kissing down your neck all the way down to your breasts. he stops to admire you all laid out for him. his hand comes up, squeezes your left tit and grazes his thumb over your nipple. while still squeezing the flesh he ducks down and kisses your bare chest, as an attempt to replicate his masterpiece that is on your neck. your moans only encourage him as he pinches and nips at the exposed area of your chest.

“oh god regulus! please, i need you in me.”

“be patient ma chérie.” regulus says moving back so he is at your legs. “i’m going to make you feel so good, i promise.”

he flips up your skirt and stares for a moment. his thumb pressing the wet patch forming on your pink panties.

“ugh! reg, please!”

“patience, mon amour, or i’ll stop right now and leave you to finish yourself off.” regulus’ words went straight to your core causing a breathy moan of desperation to leave your lips.

he takes your underwear off and slips it into his pocket, sending you a sly wink. regulus takes his index and middle finger, dragging it through your folds. you bite your lip, muffling your sounds of pleasure he’s composing. he slips his fingers in and starts at a steady pace. not enough to make you orgasm quickly but still causing your eyes to roll back into your head.

regulus rolls his thumb over your clit, rubbing tight circles over and over again. that’s when your moans start to increase, you feel your orgasm start to build. he devilishly pulls his fingers out and signals to his bedside table.

“can you grab a condom, doll?” you groan in frustration at the sudden loss of friction and roll over to the right side of his bed. after grabbing the condom you find your boyfriend standing completely nude. you can’t help but stare at his toned figure, eyes tracing over every muscle until they reach his bright pink cock.

your eyes widen a bit at the sheer look of it. 8 inches, neatly kept, and standing straight up - rock hard.

you tear open the condom and place it on the head of his dick. looking up at him for reassurance that all of this was okay, regulus replies with a strained “go on”. rolling it down his length he takes in a sharp inhale, eyes squeezed shut.

“shit. the things you do to me love.” his hand cups your face, his thumb slightly catching your bottom lip. you fall backwards on the bed and prop yourself up with your elbows. regulus crawls towards you and stops in between your legs.

he places the head of his cock at your entrance and waits. “you ready?” he questions. you nod your head with a loving smile.

regulus pushes himself in you then leans down to kiss you. he lets you adjust to him while you make out. he slowly starts thrusting back and forth, causing light moans and pants to spill out of both of your mouths.

his right hand interlocks with your left and brings it above your head. his thrusts move deeper in you, drawing your right hand to scratch down his back. he grabs your leg, moving it up to give him more access. the slight position change makes both of you groan.

“fuck, mon amour. you are doing fantastic for me. you make me feel so good.” you could only moan in response to your boyfriend's words. regulus buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing over the hickeys he left earlier.

while still keeping his brutal pace, regulus snakes his hand down to your clit and rubs fast, tight circles.

“you like that huh?” he chuckles, feeling you clench around him.

“y-yes reg. feels so g-ood. ‘m so close”

“fuck- me too”

regulus moves both of his hands onto your hips, grabbing the flesh to brace himself with his increased speed. now you’re seeing stars.

“reggie i’m gonna cum. please don’t stop” you murmur. your eyes roll back to your head and your toes curl. he brings his hand back down to toy with your clit. that’s when your body erupts in pleasure and warmth. regulus keeps thrusting into you chasing his own release. his actions are sloppy and his groans increase.

he finally finished with a string of curses followed by your name. he pulls out and rolls next to you.

“shit mon amour. that was fantastic. i love you so much, thank you.” regulus whispers before he places a kiss onto your lips.

“i love you too” you respond, kissing him back. “wanna get cleaned up in the prefects bathroom? we can take a nice long bath together. hmm?”

“that would be amazing, ma chérie.” he says, standing up to find wherever your clothes went.