#Overly Possessive Ghost?

[kingofconundrums]

YOU KNOW WHAT IM NOT DONE WHO TALKED THE OTHER FUCK ASSES AT MARVEL TO LET DANNY ACTUALLY HAVE HIS OWN DESIGN BACK? THEY ARE LETTING HIM BE HIMSELF AGAIN, HES KIND AND TRYS HIS BEST TO HELP. IN THE MINI HES BEING MADE FUN OF AGAIN FOR BEING BIT OF A CRYBABY

[adelheidvonschicksal]

The Love and Deepspace Boys Trying to Get You to Sleep ⋆｡°✩

Tags: Fluff, teasing, needy boys, mild sexual content, gender neutral reader (I had to re-write so please let me know if I messed up.)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. He’s an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he won’t unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.

“Are you planning on staying up later than the stars?” he mumbles.

There’s a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long he’s been trying to coax you into going to bed.

“I wanted to finish this report for work.”

“The report will be there tomorrow,” he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. “You should go to bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep.”

Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. “Oh, so you’re really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?”

“Well, you can’t very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.” Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. “It’s your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.”

“Ruined?”

“Ramshackled,” he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. “How do you expect me to sleep when I can’t hold you?”

Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”

His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.

“I thought you enjoyed my begging.”

“That’s different.”

“It isn’t,” Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.

“It is.”

“So, you're resolute about that position?” he questions “innocently”. There’s something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else you’d lose it.

“Yes.”

Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. “In that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Sleep.”

“But—”

“Sleep.”

Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You can’t blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.

“I’m almost done with the movie,” you tell him, hoping he’ll cut you a little slack this one time.

“Everyone dies at the end of their own stupidity,” he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. “Now, sleep.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m fine with that title if it gets you to rest,” he explains with a smooth yawn. “Poor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. You’re more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particular—”

“I get it. I get it,” you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didn’t worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Very.”

Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.

“Am I really not getting a good night kiss?”

“Do you need one to sleep?” he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.

“Duh,” you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says “Is that so” as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. He’s always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. “There has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?”

It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.

“You’re thinking of dopamine,” he says.

“Huh?”

“That makes you “all happy”,” he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.

“And Serotonin.”

Another kiss, lower.

“Oxytocin.”

He’s at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.

“Reduced cortisol.”

Flustered, you grip his arms.

“Zayne, stop, it tickles,” you whine, but it’s the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.

His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,

“You need it to help you sleep, isn’t that what you said?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Why don’t you just say you don’t love me anymore?”

You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. You’re resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. You’re entirely confused as to what you could’ve done to make him think something like that.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been playing video games for what—the last two hours?” he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. It’s too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. “What are you playing anyway? An…otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.”

Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. “So, it’s one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.”

And by those things, you mean his dramatics.

“Hush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,” he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that you’re completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. “What’s this game giving you that I’m not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?”

Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. “You’re plenty, perfect even.”

He scoffs and refuses to look at you. “Apparently not. Don’t you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but you’re too busy to notice because you’re playing silly games?”

Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.

“Rafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?”

“Want is a strong word,” he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.”

Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. You’re not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.

Teasingly, you coo at him. “You’re so needy.”

“I’d rather say you humans aren’t needy enough,” he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. “Ah, the sweet taste of victory.”

Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. “Go to sleep.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[stjohnstarling]

I’m reading some Victorian trash and have found what might be my all time favourite overly-elaborate novel frame story - So we open on a man who's about to move to a new apartment. His friends throw him a party, and at that party they decide to have a seance even though none of them believe in ghosts. Surprise! Ghosts are real. even though this novel is NOT about ghosts (it's about mad science.) Soon the ghost gets tired of table turning and demands a typewriter, and there’s a bunch of fucking around finding the ghost the right kind of typewriter (the ghost insists it has to be some specific obscure brand, and no, this has no bearing whatsoever on the story.) It takes ages. Finally, the ghost possesses one of the guys in order to use the typewriter and it turns out the thing the ghost writes is the entire rest of the novel. 

[astrolook]

👩‍❤️‍👨Spouse Observations🌈

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home!

If 7th lord Sun is in 5H, spouse might be the eldest or the only child in their family. A protective spouse and would be a strict parent to your children. Spouse would be educated and could be in a high ranking position or hold certain authority over people at work. Spouse would be attracting a lot of attention from the opposite sex as well. They're definitely a whole package when it comes to marriage.

If 7th lord Mercury Rx is in 3H, spouse can have a bad handwriting and may have little to no friends. Spouse would look a lot like their father and can be wearing glasses since childhood.

If 7th lord Moon is in 10th house, spouse would be the favorite child for their mom. Spouse would support your goals and would help you with your career just by being there for you. You can rely on them completely. Spouse would be dependable and would expect you to be close with their mother.

If 7th lord Moon is in 11H, spouse would resemble a lot like their grandma/grandpa. They can be overly sensitive at times and gets frustrated and irritated when surrounded by people or in crowds in general. Spouse might even avoid family gatherings or leave as soon as possible.

If 7th lord Venus is in 8H, spouse would be mysterious, secretive and beautiful / handsome. You might meet them when you hit rock bottom in your life or going through a bad or depressive phase of your life. Spouse would be wealthier than you and it points to someone, you, taking risks and everything in order to have that person in your life like leaving a bad circumstances, becoming sober, giving up bad habits, cut off ties with certain people, changing your career direction,etc.

If 7th lord Mars is in 1H, spouse would approach you and they would be the chaser in a bit over the top way. They might nag you at times and you're constantly on their head. A half of their day would be spent thinking about you and plotting different ways to woo you or to be with you. They might be a little bit clingy and bit possessive as well.

If 7th lord is Jupiter Rx, spouse might be an alcoholic or into drugs or be having certain addiction. However, after meeting you they either get sober or get into extremes, depending on other placements. This also indicated that spouse would be wasting their time on things and people that don't serve them and can be surrounded by enablers or people who take advantage of them. Interestingly, your spouse would be self aware to know this but still goes with the flow. That's the beauty of Jupiter Rx.

If 7th lord is Saturn, spouse would be matured but can restrict you at times, depending on the house it sits. Saturn in 3rd, restricts the way you communicate with others. Saturn in 9th, spouse won't travel much faraway from home. If so, they travel alone. Saturn in 11th, decides your network and other connections.

If 7th lord is Saturn Rx, spouse would be a homebody. Smart worker. Can be lazy at times and wants things the easy way. Saturn Rx in 1st, spouse wants you to accompany them everywhere and you end up having a lot on your plate. Saturn Rx in 4th, spouse might resign their job and might become a stay-at-home partner. Saturn Rx in 10th, spouse's career takes off in their 30s and can get into lot of trouble at work. Spouse can become unemployed for sometime in their late 20s or early 30s.

If 7th lord is Venus, your spouse would be beautiful/handsome than their peers.

If 7th lord Mercury is in 12H, spouse would have the ability to understand things that's beyond our physical realm. Spouse might even be an astrologer/tarot reader, psychic, ghost writer or in the movie-industry, etc. Spouse would talk in their sleep as well. They would be interested in the paranormal and strange phenomenons. Spouse can hide certain things about their interests/hobbies fearing they would be deemed crazy. Can indicate mental health issues in some cases. A foreigner.

If 7th lord Mars is in 8H, spouse would be multifaceted and it's like living with 5 people at the same time. High libido. Can be stubborn in what they want and can be "my way or the highway" type. Spouse can run into lot of trouble involving finances, in extreme cases, can get arrested and serve jail time.

If 7th lord is Mercury Rx, spouse would be prone to migraines/headaches, can either stutter or wear glasses or think of 250 words all at once and ends up speaking very little. Spouse can have the habit of biting their nails or their hands might sweat a lot of they're nervous. Spouse might have an eating disorder, in some cases. In some cases, OCD. Spouse can have dark circles under their eyes. Can be good at drawing and a late bloomer for sure.

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[midnightquips]

Dangerously Close

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky & Y/N are undeniably attracted to each other. Seemingly the only way these two are getting together is with some extreme meddling.

Themes: mutual pining, teasing teammates, possessive Bucky, Thunderbolts chaos, friends-to-lovers-but-stupid about it, pining (a lot)

🔴 MINORS DNI 🔴 Warnings: 18+ content, eventual smut, dirty talk, praise kink, jealousy, soft aftercare, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex

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Chapter 1: Sparks & Sandwiches

Part I

Breathing is a regular bodily function. Supposedly easy. An unconscious action. But for some reason, Bucky Barnes makes you overly aware of yours. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but when he’s lounging in the training room, built like a Greek statue, it just seems to… happen. Adding to the fact that he randomly calls you sweetheart with that stupid crooked grin, your stomach just can’t help but flutter when he’s around. 

You’re currently busy pretending to not look at him while you stretch on the mat. Whether you’re succeeding is questionable. 

Bucky is across the gym, holding a punch bag steady while John Walker lays into it like he’s got something to prove–which, frankly, he always does.

His gaze flicks towards you, just for a second. You should have looked away in embarrassment but don’t want to make it seem that you were stealing glances, so you give him a small smile instead. He reciprocates warmly.

You’re snapped out of the little moment when Yelena murmurs mid-lunge beside you, “You’re not subtle.”

“What?” you reply innocently, through cheeks burning

Yelena makes a face, “Don’t think this thing–” motioning her head between you and Bucky, “–is very unnoticeable.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re a super spy. Everything is noticeable to you. Your mind is almost making things up.”

“Yet you’re a super spy and you still can’t figure out he’s into you.” It’s Yelena’s turn to roll her eyes

“He flirts with everyone. You’ve seen him. I’m not reading into it.” 

Yelena snorts. “Sure. That’s why he lets you throw him across the mat without complaint. Totally something he does with everyone.”

Your eyes narrow. “I’m strong.”

“Yes, you are, but that’s not the point.” She pauses, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “He clearly enjoys the straddling way more than he should.”

You nearly lose your balance.

Across the room, Bucky definitely notices.

Bucky is convinced his willpower is being tested.

He’s resting against the far wall of the gym, towel slung around his neck. He watches you carefully as you move through your warm-up with Yelena. Your current position–on your knees, pushing your body forward, chest facing up–makes Bucky swallow hard. It pulls at something primal inside him.

Bucky has seen hundreds of women in gym clothes. But for some reason, you in tight black leggings and a loose tank top knotted at your waist has him on edge. Maybe it’s because he’s imagined your body too many times and every time you wear this, it confirms even more how stunning you were. He adores every inch of you, but your thighs haunt him most nights. Thick, strong and always on display in your training gear. 

He wants–no, prays to feel them wrapped around his waist. His shoulders. His face.

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, adjusting the towel to cover his reaction.

“You good?” Bob Reynolds appears beside him like a blond, nosy ghost.

“Fine.”

“Mmm.” Bob’s smile is too knowing. “You keep staring like you’re writing poetry in your head.”

“Shut up.”

“Are you writing poetry in your head?”

“No.” Bucky watches you laugh at something Yelena says, a dimple flashing in your cheek. His stomach tightens.

“Because I could help you rhyme something with thighs.”

“Bob, I swear to God.”

Training always brings out the best and worst in you. You enjoy sparring. You like the burn in your muscles and learning new techniques you’ve never considered. You specifically loved the way your body can do things now that it couldn’t months ago. The real cherry on top was sparring with Bucky. 

Which is also a real dilemma. Because he’s stupid hot but also stupid skilled.

And, worst of all, he lets you win. A flattery and an insult rolled into one.

“You’re pulling your punches again,” you say, landing on your back after a takedown you know he could’ve blocked.

Bucky stands over you, offering his hand. “Maybe you’re just too good, sweetheart.”

You narrow your eyes but take his hand. His grip is firm, warm, and way too steady. “You know, most people don’t flirt while getting their ass handed to them.”

He helps you up slowly, like it’s an excuse to let his hand linger. “Only with you.”

Your brain short-circuits. You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

Behind you, Yelena raises both eyebrows and mouths, Oh my god.

The compound smells like heaven that evening. 

You’re occupied in the kitchen, hair up, apron on while music is softly playing in the background. Steaks searing in the iron pan & vegetables roasting in the oven, while you quickly check on the saffron rice on the stove. 

You taste a small spoon of the rice and nod your head in approval, knowing the team would love it. Cooking grounds you. Moving through the kitchen with ease makes this place feel like home.

A hand brushes your lower back. You only know one person stealthy enough to sneak up behind you. 

“Smells good, doll.”

Bucky stands behind you, chest lightly pressed on your back as he peeks over your shoulder. He leans close enough that you feel the heat of his voice on your cheeks. Tempting you to almost lean back. 

You try not to look at him. Breezy, cool on the front. Melting inside. “Hope you’re hungry.”

He pulls back and leans on the counter beside so he has a full view of you. The short cotton dress you’re wearing makes you look more homey, inviting thoughts of domestic life into Bucky’s brain. He crosses his arms and looks at you with a small smile, “I’m always hungry for your food.” 

You try to ignore the way your heart flips. “I’m not serving you food unless you’ve showered.” 

“It was quick. Didn’t want to miss you.” He says warmly

He says it only with a hint of teasing that it almost makes you pause. Almost. “Perhaps some distance will do us some good.”

“I would say more dangerous than good.” 

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, “What does that mean?”

“Can’t be any more fonder of you than I already am.” 

It doesn’t mean anything. A simple reminder to yourself, before you turn back to the shelf beside the stove, trying to grab a spice from the top. 

Bucky doesn’t even ask, just simply takes his place behind you once more, hand bracing your waist as he easily grabs the jar from above your head. He keeps his hand on your waist while pushing the spice into your hand. 

“Here,” he says softly, voice a little lower

You take it almost reluctantly. Not realizing you’d been holding your breath. This man was definitely determined to kill you. 

You’re snapped into returning to the cooking when he finally releases you. He decides to give you space by sitting at the kitchen island, but contrary to what you claimed earlier, you’re not quite sure the distance was really doing any good in this situation.

Dinner is chaos in the best way. 

Alexei continuously praises your steak, declaring it “better than any American restaurant” while John asks for seconds before finishing his first plate. Yelena is busy asking why you never opened your own place, which she does every time. Bob makes a dad-joke about the saffron being “worth its weight in gold,” and Ava offers to do dishes as she requests you make paella again next week.

Bucky doesn’t say much, only looks at you the whole time. 

He finally speaks when dinner has wrapped up. He asks if you want help in the kitchen. You don’t see it but Yelena has signaled the team to leave when she overhears this. John smirks at the meddling. 

You stand side by side at the sink. Bucky washing the dishes and you drying it. 

“Thanks for cooking. I would say it’s delicious, but I think having no leftover already signals that” he says.

You smile. “It’s nothing. I like feeding you guys.”

“You don’t have to do it all the time.”

“I want to. Feeding people is... comforting.” You pause, then tease, “Unless you’re offering to cook next time.”

“Only if you want me to burn pasta and set off the fire alarm.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Hard pass.”

He likes the way your eyes light up when you laugh. He’s so gone.

There’s a bit of pause when you decide to ask, “Bucky, you date a lot?”

Bucky blinks in surprise, “What?”

You shrug, focusing on piling the plates back in the cabinet. “Just curious. You seem like... the type who does well. You know.”

He’s quiet for a beat. “Why do you think that?”

“You flirt with everyone. You’ve got the arms. The eyes. The mysterious brooding past.”

His tone shifts, softer. “Y/N.”

You look over, taken aback by the seriousness painted on his face.

He simply says, “I don’t flirt with everyone.”

Your breath catches, unsure of what to make of his response. He’s still watching you and there’s palpable tension.

Yelena’s voice breaks the moment as she calls from the hall: “When are you two gonna fuck already?”

You drop the plate.

Bucky turns red.

[rainrot4me]

Hi Rain! Hopefully you're having a good day/night/evening!

This might be an odd request, so you dont have to do it if you arent comfortable. How do you think the creeps would react to their partner being pregnant?

I’m ovulating can you tell.

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✦ . jeff the killer

Pure panic. “What the actual fuck.” He short-circuits.

Eventually accepts it, but in his own Jeff way—reckless, overly protective, and violently possessive.

“You’re really… pregnant? With my kid? Holy shit. I gotta kill someone. For celebration. I dunno.”

He’s not emotionally mature enough to process the idea right away. You’d catch him at 2am muttering, “Is it gonna look like me? Shit. Poor kid.”

But when you’re throwing up or aching, he’s right there. Awkwardly holding your hair back or punching holes in the wall because you winced in pain. Will threaten the entire world if it even breathes wrong near you. Has a meltdown when he feels the baby kick.

✦ . ticci toby

Frozen. Total deer-in-headlights.

Eventually softly spirals, but warms to the idea once he sees how real it is.

He didn’t think a future was possible for someone like him—let alone a child. He gets super protective and starts over-preparing, overthinking.

“What if I mess it up? What if it hat-hates me? What if it turns out like me?”

It takes him time, but when he finally lays his head against your belly and hears the heartbeat, something clicks. And you’ll never feel safer. Toby will break the world in half for that baby.

✦ . eyeless jack

Calm, serious, maybe a little stunned. “…Are you sure?”

Eventually accepts it quickly, but with a heavy emotional weight.

He’s already deeply practiced and observant, so his first concern is your health. But emotionally, he starts to fall apart when he realizes what this means—a living piece of you. He’s deeply introspective about it.

“Do I even deserve to have this kind of happiness?”

He’ll stitch you up if needed, make teas for nausea, rub your back at night. He never misses an appointment. Quietly reads parenting books when you’re asleep. And if you ever cry and tell him you’re scared? He cradles your face and murmurs, “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Denial, then pure dread.

Cold silence at the beginning, then explosive protectiveness.

He’s terrified. Not of you—of himself. Of what the Operator might do. Of what this might cost. You’d say the word “pregnant” and he’d just stare through you before storming out for hours.

“You really think this is a good idea? With what I am?”

But once he calms down, it flips. He becomes obsessive about keeping you safe. Locks every door. Watches you sleep. Has his hand on your stomach more than you do. And if anyone suggests you shouldn’t have the baby? He doesn’t speak. He acts.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Stiff silence. He just nods. Doesn’t look at you.

Eventually turns into a ghost for a few days—but comes back with baby clothes and vitamins.

He’s the most emotionally distant, but deeply affected. He can’t say much, but you’ll see it: the way his hand shakes when he touches your belly. How he takes on more dangerous missions to keep attention off you. He builds a crib in secret.

“You’re not alone. I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

And he means it. The violence in him becomes a blade turned outward—never toward you.

✦ . kate the chaser

Visibly shocked—but stands tall. “We’re doing this.”

Eventually develops dead-serious devotion.

Kate doesn’t pretend she knows what she’s doing. She’s scared—but she shows up. She becomes the hand at your back, the one tracking your health, guarding you like a wolf.

“I don’t care what happens. You’re not going through this alone.”

She’ll read up on birth plans, argue with Jack over nutrition, and absolutely body slam anyone who stresses you out. But when you’re lying in bed with her hand curled around your bump? She’s just Kate. Yours. Soft and solid.

✦ . ben drowned

“HUH? You mean like… a baby baby?”

Eventually crashes the Nintendo eShop looking for baby clothes in Mario print.

He’s immature, yes, but he’s also weirdly sentimental. Once he realizes what’s happening, he becomes insanely excited. Makes stupid jokes like, “Should we name it Link if it’s a boy?” but also stares at your ultrasound photo with a haunted kind of wonder.

“I didn’t think I got to live. But now there’s… another life. Because of us.”

He gets emotional in the quiet moments. When he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper to your belly, talking just between him and his unborn kid.

✦ . clockwork

Freezes. Immediately scans your face to see how you feel.

Eventually goes full-blown Mama Bear mode.

She’s shocked, but underneath it, proud. She becomes fierce and nurturing overnight. She’ll slit throats if anyone even breathes wrong around you. She does everything with you—buys gear, goes to checkups, even finds you the softest robe she can.

“I know what it’s like to grow up in hell. This one’s gonna know love.”

Her hand’s on your bump constantly. Protective. Reverent. She talks to the baby when you’re asleep. Kisses your stomach with quiet promise.

✦ . laughing jack

Long, eerie silence. Then a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Eventually hyperfixates on the idea. Alternates between doting and dangerously unstable.

He’ll laugh and joke about it—paint a nursery, sing lullabies in his weird carnival voice—but he’s not well. The idea of love and creation makes something break inside him. Children are always a sensitive subject around Jack.

“A baby, huh? Our very own little giggler… ohhh, sweetheart. What if they hate me like everyone else?”

He’s fragile. You’ll have to anchor him. But if you do? He’ll be there. Grinning like a maniac and carrying you around like royalty.

✦ . slenderman

Completely unreadable. Just… still.

Eventually shows deep solemn acceptance, and absolute control over the situation.

He won’t say anything for a long time. But the air changes. The wards around the Mansion are reinforced. Your body is protected by something ancient and unknowable. He touches your belly only once—but you feel the gravity of it.

“A continuation… of your light.”

He isn’t emotional in the human sense, but he moves with purpose. You will not suffer. You will not fear. You and the child will be safe—forever.

꩜ .ᐟ

[astrow1zar6]

Astrology observations-33

I notice a lot of Taurus moon/mars people tend to hoard a lot. I’ve seen ppl with this placement go thru periods in their life where they lost a lot of valuable things whether it be because of money issues of moving away or they may have had a period in their lives where material possessions were very scarce.

Venus in retrograde people tend to come off very cold in social situations. I’ve only seen a handful of ppl with this placement bc it’s quiet rare to find but I notice they tend to lack social graces so people assume they are rude☹️ but deep down these ppl are so shy and sweet. I also notice this is lowkey a beauty aspect like ppl with this placement be sooo FINE but they never see it themselves (similar to Venus square Ascendant)

Saturn square Venus synastry is SOOOO annoying to have for both parties. You both wanna connect badly but everytime you interact there’s this overly formal way you guys about things especially on Saturns end. These people are so attracted to eachother too but there’s always something that keeps you from really getting to know this person whether it be distance, vulnerability problems, communication barriers ect. It usually takes these people a long ass time to connect but when they do it’s so long lasting just takes a lot of trust.

Aries sun/venus tend to try to over dominate their partners and friends a lot. I notice these people always try to compete with others to prove their superiority. This can cause them to have a bully reputation.

Mars in Taurus’s tend to work best when they are working with their hands ESPECIALLY in nature. They are usually amazing farmers/gardeners.

Mars in 3rd house people tend to have a very intense relationship with their siblings. They usually grew up arguing with them a lot or not getting along. Could also indicate having aggressive siblings. Could have a lot of resentment towards them.

Dating a Sag Venus & Aqua Venus just feels like you’re being friendzoned😭

Scorpio moons tend to get really embarrassed when they act out of emotion (Scorpio suns too but Scorpio moons definitely take the cake) they can lose control of their emotions for a second then start ghosting you for like a year lmao.

Aquarius risings are all soo hottt but when you get to know them deeper your just kinda like “????” Uk

Aquarius suns tend to be the least ambitious. They aren’t as attached to money like most I notice. (Unless they got a lot of Taurus and Capricorn)

Virgo moons are such clean girls 🧼

Venus in the 7th house people (especially with libra in the big three) usually can’t be alone for too long. Needs a lot of romantic attention to function. I notice if they don’t get that they tend to lowkey self destruct and go back to toxic exes.

Venus in the 2nd house people have the best self esteem. People usually only associate this placement with finances but people forget 2nd house also rules self worth. When positively aspected these people have such a deep love for themselves which turns them into a magnet. However If underdeveloped they can be very pessimistic & greedy & attract a lot of narcissists that use them for their $$.

Aries sun Cap moon people tend to be bullies.

Lilith in Pisces people tend to victimize themselves in every situation where they may be viewed negatively. They hate being held accountable for their faults.

Aries placements love provoking people and pushing their buttons. They find it stimulating.

Do not argue with someone with a Virgo moon and Scorpio Mars unless you’re ready to cry your eyes out for months

Taurus moons are usually very shy especially with a water/earth mercury it can be harder for these people to make friends due to their fear of getting out their comfort zone. You usually have to be very patient with these people they scope you out for awhile before they decide they want to be friends. Be lucky if they pick you too cuz they are PICKY.

When a Scorpio rising is attracted to you they will STAREEE INTO YOUR EYES. They are the masters at silent seduction. They won’t be overly flirtatious but the minutes they look at you it’s like they’re looking into your soul. And while it can make your heart stop it is very intimidating at times. You see so much obsession in their eyes when they like you. But when they hate you it’s like you’re invisible to them they won’t even acknowledge your presence most of the time.

[nanenna]

This Conversation is Exactly as it Should've Been

Sleepy King AU Masterpost

Slight change in chapter title because with this brand new POV we finally have someone being reasonable!

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Duke was in the middle of his midday patrol when he got B's alert. “Come to the Watchtower, O will brief.”

Ominous, but not overly so. Nothing about the message said it was super urgent, so Duke turned back but kept an eye on the streets below as he switched to Oracle's channel.

“Hey O, what's the sitch?”

“Oh boy, do I have a story for you!”

Two attempted muggings and one long explanation later…

“So B wants me up there… to be the Ghost King's welcoming committee?”

“You guessed it!”

“What.”

“B thinks Danny will be more comfortable with another teenager, once you're up there just guide him to the hangar and wave as he and whoever's on the craft leave.”

Duke switched out his helmet for a domino, it would help not hide his age, and got into the zeta tube, “And where is this guy?”

“Let me patch you into the team's channel.”

Duke set his comms to listening only, he knew how B operated.

“Kal,” came B's deep voice, “where is Danny right now?”

“Why?” Superman asked. 

“So we can have someone nearby to guide Danny.”

“Wouldn't I be the best option?”

“No.”

There was an awkward moment of silence before some else spoke up. “Danny did run from you.”

“I have contacted an associate closer to his age, he's ready to go meet Danny.”

Superman sighed, “Of course you did. Anti-possession charm?”

“It's part of our standard equipment.”

That was news to Duke, he should ask about that later. Superman rattled off a floor number and directions to a storage room. Duke obligingly followed the directions.

“Danny spotted, he's out of the closet.” 

Duke couldn't help snorting at O's joke. “Good for him!”

“Shush, he's heading towards you, just keep heading down the hall. And remember, play dumb.”

Duke could do that. He rounded a corner to see a brightly glowing mass of shadows shambling down the hall. The figure themself was a slightly greenish white, like a glacier put through a color filter, hair face and all. Their eyes were two neon green flashlights, like the Lazarus pits or kryptonite. Their whole body glowed, like they'd been dipped in glow-in-the-dark paint. Their aura was dark shadows, writhing around them. There was a jagged blackhole floating over their head.

Duke blinked and instead found a pale teenager with black hair, intensely blue eyes, and wrapped up in Batman's cape with pale fingers clutching it closed.

“Oh I was not the best choice for this,” he muttered under his breath. He shook his head to finish clearing his vision, then smiled at the guy now standing a couple yards away, eyeing Duke warily. He pasted on a bright smile and waved, “Hi, I'm Signal.”

“Signal?”

“Yeah, I work out of Gotham. And from the looks of it so will you.”

“Huh?” The guy, presumably Danny, looked down to where his slippered feet were poking out the front of the cape where it parted to drag behind him on the floor.

“Batman's cape, looks like the adoption craze has struck again. B keeps bringing home new kids, there's like half a dozen of us.” Duke laughed along with the polite titters on his comms. Then he stepped closer to Danny and stage whispered, “Half of us have black hair and blue eyes, so you'll fit right in.”

Danny looked at Duke skeptically, “Do you?”

“Sure do.”

Danny didn't seem to know how to react to that.

“So, where you heading? I know the Watchtower can be pretty confusing at first.”

Danny's eyes grew big as saucers, “I'm on the Watchtower?!”

“Yeah, want a tour?”

“I… I …” Danny nodded eagerly, then hesitated. “My ride’s here.”

“Oh cool, where they at?”

“The uh… the hangar?”

“I can show you where it is.” Duke started walking, Danny fell into step next to him, still clutching B's cape. Duke let the silence sit for a minute because… 

“Marvel, Danny’s parents are ghost hunters,” B’s voice came over comms. Duke had no idea what was going on on Marvel’s end, O likely had him separated on that front.

“Are we sure sending the Ghost King home with ghost hunters is a wise idea?” Wonder Woman asked, trust her to ask the real questions.

“Yes!” Someone else said with heavy exasperation.

“They seem to have recently had a change in heart, they’ve denounced all their old work as flawed and outdated.” There was typing to go with O’s voice, likely showing everyone else said announcement.

It seemed the peanut gallery was calming down, so Duke turned his attention back to Danny. “So, you an orphan too?”

“No!” Danny sounded aghast.

“Ah, not as much a requirement as one might think. My sister, Orphan, still has both her parents, ironically enough. So does Spoiler and Batwing and Robin.”

Danny looked confused again. “Um… I'm pretty sure my ride is actually my parents.”

“That's cool, it's good to have supportive parents.”

Danny flushed, super obvious against his pale skin, but smiled happily. “Yeah.”

Danny seemed content to let the silence sit as they entered an elevator that would take them directly to the hangar. Duke wasn't done teasing yet. “So I told you my name, what's yours?”

“Oh um…” Danny looked down, “Danny.”

Duke raised an eyebrow, “Not got a code name yet,”

“No, I d- uh…” Danny's lips thinned. “Nope, just Danny. I'm not doing the whole,” a hand extended from the cape to gesture up and down Duke, “costume thing.”

Well that was an odd response, maybe Danny was the one steering the body after all. Then again, they had very little idea what Phantom looked like, and whether he considered himself a hero or was just being territorial.

“Well you don't have to if you don't want to. Lots of people with powers just lead normal lives.”

“Who said I have powers?” Danny asked defensively.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. It's still true though, as metas become more common it's going to be less common for them to go into cape work.”

“Yeah well, I don't even wear a cape.” Danny looked away with another blush.

Interesting.

Duke nudged Danny with his elbow, “You're wearing a cape eight now.”

Danny looked down and blushed all the more. “Fine, I guess I am.”

“But good choice, I don’t wear a cape either. Capes are cringe.”

Danny cringed at that, the blush coming back. So Danny does have a code name, is wearing a costume, and that included a cape at least for a little while.

The elevator slowed to a stop with a ding. The door opened into the hangar, where a small, unfamiliar craft sat in the middle of the otherwise cleared off runway. There was Captain Marvel and some people Duke didn't recognize standing near the craft. The strangers, one of whom was waving around a safety green baseball bat, seemed to be scolding Marvel, who had his hands up in surrender. Danny let out a relieved sigh as he stepped out of the elevator, quickly heading for the group.

“Danny!” One of the group said. Everyone’s attention turned to him, most of them smiling.

“Danno!” A large man in bright orange grinned and waved cheerfully. “We’ve been worried about you!”

“Hi, Dad, Mom, Jazz, Sam, Tuck,” Danny said in quick succession. “Sorry about that, I have no idea what’s going on or how I got here.”

The woman in teal turned her attention to Marvel, “Well someone was about to explain the whole situation to us, weren’t you mister champion of magic?”

Marvel grinned sheepishly, “Of course, ma’am.”

[angel-z-xdx]

Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW Alphabet

A - Aftercare: Ghost might surprise you with his tenderness after intimacy. Though he’s stoic and reserved, he ensures you’re comfortable, offering a soft touch or a quiet reassurance. He’s not overly verbal, but his actions speak volumes—a warm towel, water, or holding you close in his arms.

B - Body: Simon’s body is a canvas of scars, each telling a story of battles fought and survived. He’s strong and imposing, yet he’s self-conscious about his scars. Hearing you admire or cherish his physique helps him see himself through your eyes.

C - Confidence: Ghost is confident but not cocky. He knows his strengths and brings an unshakable calm to intimacy. His quiet assurance can make anyone feel safe and desired, though he’s more focused on his partner’s pleasure than his own.

D - Dom/Sub: Simon’s natural dominance is evident, but it’s never overbearing. He thrives on being in control, but he’s attuned to his partner’s needs, ensuring mutual satisfaction. If he trusts you deeply, he’s open to letting go occasionally.

E - Experience: Years in the military haven’t left him much time for relationships, but his maturity and attention to detail make him an attentive lover. He’s learned to read people well and adapts effortlessly to what his partner wants.

F - Favorite Position: Ghost prefers positions that allow for intimacy and connection, like missionary or spooning, where he can see or feel you close. He’s also a fan of standing positions—a practical choice for his strong physique and intense moments.

G - Goofy: Simon has a dry sense of humor, and while he’s serious in most aspects, he might throw in a sly quip to lighten the mood. He values the comfort of his partner, even if it means cracking a rare joke.

H - Hair: His short, regulation haircut is practical, but his facial hair is another story. He’s aware of its appeal and might let you tug on it playfully during heated moments. He secretly loves the attention.

I - Intimacy: Intimacy with Ghost is layered. He struggles to open up emotionally but craves a deep connection. When he lets his guard down, he’s intensely devoted, treating every moment as significant and meaningful.

J - Jealousy: Simon is not outwardly jealous but fiercely protective. He’ll observe from the shadows, ensuring no one crosses boundaries with you. His quiet possessiveness manifests in subtle gestures, like keeping a hand on your lower back in public.

K - Kinks: Ghost’s kinks lean toward dominance and control. He enjoys restraint, whether it’s physical or situational, and takes pleasure in heightening his partner’s anticipation. He’s also partial to praise and enjoys hearing his partner’s appreciation.

L - Location: Simon prefers privacy and safety, valuing control over the environment. A quiet bedroom or secluded space is his comfort zone, though he’s adaptable if the moment calls for spontaneity.

M - Mood: Ghost’s mood during intimacy is intense and focused. He’s not one for casual flings; when he’s with someone, it’s deliberate and passionate. His energy can shift from tender to commanding, depending on the dynamic.

N - Noise: Simon is relatively quiet, but his low grunts and occasional whispers are intoxicating. When he speaks during intimacy, it’s deliberate and laced with an irresistible edge.

O - Oral: Ghost is thorough and meticulous. When he’s giving, he’s entirely focused on his partner’s pleasure, taking time to learn what makes you tick. Receiving is less important to him, but he’ll let you take the lead if it pleases you.

P - Pace: Simon’s pace is controlled and intentional. He’s not one to rush, preferring to savor every moment. He can adjust depending on the situation, from slow and sensual to fervent and intense.

Q - Quickies: While he prefers meaningful encounters, Simon understands the demands of time and circumstance. He’s efficient and attentive during quickies, ensuring you’re as satisfied as possible.

R - Risk: Ghost is cautious and values safety above all else, but he’s not averse to calculated risks. If it strengthens your bond or adds excitement, he’ll consider stepping out of his comfort zone.

S - Stamina: Years of training and discipline have given Ghost impressive stamina. He can go for extended periods, ensuring his partner’s satisfaction before considering his own. He’s in it for the long haul.

T - Toys: Simon isn’t opposed to incorporating toys but prefers to rely on his skills first. If his partner expresses interest, he’s open-minded and eager to explore together.

U - Unpredictable: Ghost’s reserved nature makes his rare spontaneous moments thrilling. Whether it’s an unexpected kiss or a sudden shift in intensity, he keeps you on your toes.

V - Vulnerability: Opening up is a challenge for Simon, but with the right partner, he’ll let his walls down. His vulnerability is most evident in quiet moments, where his actions convey the emotions he struggles to put into words.

W - Wildcard: Despite his stoic demeanor, Simon has a surprising romantic streak. He’ll plan intimate moments, like lighting candles or bringing you small, thoughtful gifts to show his affection.

X - X-Ray (Physical): Simon’s body is as strong as his presence, with broad shoulders, a muscular build, and scars that tell a story of resilience. He’s well aware of his physical appeal but values connection over appearance.

Y - Yearning: Ghost’s yearning runs deep. He’s a man who’s lived through loss and pain, making him crave genuine connection. When he finds someone he trusts, his passion is unwavering.

Z - Zest: Though his life is defined by discipline and danger, Simon brings an unexpected zest to intimacy. His dedication to his partner’s pleasure and his rare moments of levity make every encounter unforgettable.

[multifandomfanatic02]

"You Don't Own Me."

pairing : Alastor x overlord!reader

summary : A new overlord has came to play in Hell, you. Alastor took notice in how many souls you've accrued in such a short time. He has to let you know where you stood in the overlord hierarchy, however things don't go the way he originally planned.

warnings : slight blood play ig? Idk. Author trying to edge the reader :)) not proofread

word count : 900

You hadn't been in Hell for long but it felt as if you belonged. It didn't take long before you started catching the hearts of the sinners. A lot happily giving up their souls to simply breathe the same sulfuric air as you. The way you used these souls was unique. You weren't mean or evil in anyway shape or form. In fact, you were often seen as an inspiration.

The overlords in Pentagram City were a different story. None of them liked the way you shot up the hierarchy without even trying. Instilling fear was what got them where they were at and they weren't going to give up their seat to a goody-two-shoes like you. Your methods interested one overlord in particular, Alastor. Despite literally being stuck in the past, he was quite the open-minded demon.

He didn't know whether or not to applaud you or challenge you. Your talent would be useful. He wanted you for himself. And for years he fought to claim your soul and make a deal. And not once out of the hundreds of proposals did he convince you it was a good idea. The two of you slowly started to develop a strange relationship. Nothing romantic but there was definitely tension. While he didn't own your soul, you were often in each other's company.

It was like mutualistic relationship. He staved off the overly pushy overlords constantly offering you a job; jobs that would obviously make you uncomfortable. In turn, you offered your assistance in a lot of his business. It came with pros and cons like any other agreement. He was extremely possessive of you. You were treated like precious property. You had enough. There was no reason for this behavior. Typically it didn't bother you, but something snapped.

"Alastor. You do not own my soul. I'm not property that you can toy with. I should be allowed to go wherever I please." You crossed your arms in frustration hearing him explain why he didn't want you in the Vees territory.

"Darling, you know I hold you with upmost respect. It's got nothing to do with you being property. I understand you are immune to Vox's hypnosis spell. It's not him I'm worried about. My worry is of Vox's plaything, Valentino." He gripped your wrist, leaning ever so slightly to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Understand that you are a sight to behold in the entirety of Hell. Valentino, is not honorable in his job as I, my dear. Without the proper protection, you might as well be an easy target." His breath ghosted your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It's like he forgot who you were, what you were capable of. It was time to show him how that talent of yours has affected him over time. And trust when you say, it did.

"Oh Alastor, I think you forget as to how I became an overlord in the first place. The feminine charm that you oh so fear backfiring on me is why you have been by my side after all these years." You wrapped your fingers around his bow tie, pulling him down to your level. An enchanting smile creeping up on your face as Alastor's expression glitched out from the bold action. The other hand running through his hair making him let out a soft purr. His eyes focused on yours trying to determine your next move before you could decide.

To his surprise, you gently pressed your lips against his. His head was dizzy with confusion and guilty enjoyment. Your lips trailed down his neck, biting down a bit. Enough for his blood to trickle down. Your hands were now trading between playing with his hair and drawing small circles on the back of his neck. Your lips returned to his, smearing the blood from your tongue as if it were a beautiful crimson lipstick. The poor guy was so touch starved, he gave in to the sudden intrusion of affection. He couldn't do anything but allow you to press his buttons.

Your tongue ran over your lips, swallowing whatever blood was left on them. You took a step back to view the obvious mess you've made. Alastor's eyes were dazed as if he was in another world. His face beet red nearly matching the color of his suit. It was such an unusual sight to see on him. And you managed to do it.

"My my, Alastor, you look like you would be willing to sell me your soul just readingthe look on your face." You held your hand to your lips to cover the laugh attempting to escape. "How the tables have turned, dear." A joke of course, he would never actua-

"Yes." His ears dropped to the back of his head, still standing at your level. No sign of humor on his face.

"I'm sorry, what?" You blinked dumbfounded, mouth agape.

"I will give you my soul, but only if I'm the only one to experience that from you." Your face flushed from his proposal. Alastor had actually submitted to you because of a single kiss? But it wasn't JUST a kiss to him. It forced out desires he had been holding in for a long time. Now more than ever was he determined to have you be his. It didn't matter as to how anymore.

"You've got yourself deal, Al."

a/n: I know this one is short, it was more of an experiment because of a dream that I had. However if you like this concept, I'd be more than happy to build upon it in the future.

[bunnubun]

Everyone, meet Tommy! The Ghoap child i definitely haven’t been raving to finally draw. Still in the selkie AU with this one cuz my hand is possessed with the ability to draw only when i find a new AU i can fixate on^^

The quiet yet curious halfling and his inexperienced parents! Ghost who is overly protective and Soap who takes him hunting before its normally acceptable

AU by @would_btw on twitter!

[lov3lycosmos]

♡—♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 ♡—♡

♡–Genre: Fluff

♡–Pairings: Kim Seungmin x GN!Reader

♡–Warnings: maybe a bit suggestive?

♡–Cosmos note: the letter descriptions are all thanks to my pook @vampzity <3

stray kids masterlist ateez masterlist

a — affection (how affectionate are they?)

Seungmin isn’t overly touchy, but when he gives affection, it’s intentional. He’ll pull you into a hug after a long day, adjust your jacket when it’s cold, or bring you your favorite snack just because. His love is quiet, but it’s constant.

b — beginning (how the relationship starts)

It starts with teasing. Lots of it. He probably makes fun of you before he even knows your name. But then he remembers everything you say, laughs a little too hard at your jokes, and suddenly… you’re texting every night and stealing his hoodie.

c — cuddles (what kind of cuddler are they?)

He acts like cuddling is too cheesy, but then clings to you the second you’re in his arms. He loves spooning you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, or laying with you on his chest as he scrolls TikTok like it’s no big deal.

d — domestic (what are they like living with?)

Seungmin keeps things tidy and efficient. He has a “system” for everything, and if you mess it up, he’ll sigh dramatically but fix it for you anyway. He handles bills on time, keeps the fridge stocked, and somehow remembers exactly when to water the plants.

e — ending (how would a breakup go?)

He’d be honest, but it’d hurt. He’s not one to ghost or walk away suddenly — he’d explain why, try to make peace, and make sure you felt closure. Even if he’s the one hurting, he won’t let it show too much.

f — fiancé (what are they like engaged?)

Chill on the outside, secretly freaking out about every little detail. He’d want the engagement to feel special but not showy — probably something private, like a walk by the river or a cozy night in. He’d wear the ring proudly though, always playing with it.

g — gentle (how gentle are they physically/emotionally?)

He teases a lot, but he’s incredibly gentle when it counts. If you’re upset, his voice goes soft and he listens without interrupting. He doesn’t baby you, but he treats your heart with so much care.

h — hugs (what are their hugs like?)

Warm, firm, and always just long enough. His hugs feel like coming home — especially when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind or pulls you close after a long day.

i — i love you (who says it first? how often?)

He waits. He makes sure he means it first. But once he says “I love you” the first time, it becomes part of your every day — in casual whispers, in text messages, and in the way he looks at you across the room.

j — jealousy (how do they handle jealousy?)

He doesn’t get possessive, but he definitely gets snarky. If someone’s flirting with you, expect a subtle but savage comment and a sudden arm around your waist. Later, he’ll pretend it didn’t bother him… but yes, it did.

k — kisses (what are their kisses like?)

Teasing, sweet, and sometimes unexpectedly intense. He’ll kiss your cheek just to make you blush, or press a slow kiss to your lips when you least expect it. Loves forehead kisses when you’re tired.

l — little ones (do they want kids? how are they around them?)

He acts like he’s not into kids, but kids love him. He’s great at making them laugh and teaching them stuff. He’d want kids eventually — not a lot, just enough to fill the house with chaos and laughter.

m — morning (what are they like in the morning?)

Grumpy until he has coffee, but sweet. He’s the one who wakes you up gently, brushing hair from your face and mumbling, “Five more minutes.” He gets ready fast and always remembers what you need for the day.

n — night (how are they at night?)

Nights are his soft time. He opens up more, loves laying around with music or movies, and always says “goodnight” like he means it. If he falls asleep before you, he’ll still instinctively reach for your hand.

o — open (how open are they with you?)

It takes time, but once he trusts you? He tells you everything. His hopes, insecurities, random thoughts at 2 a.m. He doesn’t open up easily, but when he does, it’s deep.

p — patience (are they patient?)

Very. He deals with chaos on a daily basis (thanks to his members), so he’s calm, collected, and rarely loses his cool. If you need space or time, he gives it without question.

q — quizzes (how well do they know you?)

Way too well. He remembers your order at every café, your favorite childhood cartoon, and exactly how you like your ramen. He uses that info to quietly take care of you without making a big deal about it.

r — remember (favorite memory with you?)

The first time you cried from laughing around him. It caught him off guard — how good it felt to make you happy like that. He thinks about that moment more often than he’d ever admit.

s — security (how safe and secure do they make you feel?)

He’s your emotional anchor. He makes you feel like no matter what happens, he’s got your back. He’s loyal, consistent, and always checks in with a quiet “you okay?”

t — try (how much effort do they put in?)

Seungmin isn’t flashy, but he tries in meaningful ways — remembering dates, writing you little notes, surprising you with something you mentioned weeks ago. He puts effort into making you feel seen.

u — ugly (what’s their worst trait?)

He can be too sarcastic when he’s upset. Sometimes he deflects with jokes instead of talking seriously, which can be frustrating. But he’s working on it.

v — vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He cares, but not obsessively. He knows how to dress and always looks good without trying too hard. But if you compliment him? He’ll act cocky about it just to see you roll your eyes.

w — whole (do they feel complete with you?)

Yes — though he’ll never say it like that. You balance him, calm him, and make his days brighter. He feels safest when he’s with you.

x — xtra (something special/quirky about them?)

He secretly sings to you when you’re asleep. Soft little hums or your favorite songs. He doesn’t think you notice, but it’s one of the things you love most.

y — yuck (what do they hate?)

Lying, being ignored, and loud chewing. He’s lowkey picky about food textures and hates when people treat others rudely in public.

z — zzz (what are they like asleep?)

Cuddly without meaning to be. He’ll knock out fast, but if you shift even a little, he’ll pull you closer in his sleep. Occasionally talks in his sleep — usually nonsense or soft whines when you’re not close enough.

taglist: @vampzity @sooniedoongiedori25 @mhluvie @yaorzu-blog

[7ndipity]

Bts as Doms

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Doms

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of bondage, oral(f. and m. receiving), degradation, spanking, choking, free use, edging, orgasm denial, one daddy joke(and this is the only time you will ever see it on this blog) not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @a-gayish-unicorn for requesting this! This list is a bit of a mess, but I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging all week without anything. As always, If y’all have any additional thoughts, feel free to add them in the notes!

Masterlist

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Jin:

He’s mainly a soft dom, but he also gives Brat Enabler vibes. Like, he kinda loves when you sass him and act up in the same ways that he does when you’re in charge so that he can punish you.

Loves when you’re good for him tho and let him use you however he wants, holding your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length, cooing at you whenever you gag around him.

Teases you constantly, making you tell him exactly what it is you want from him before he’ll do anything, letting his hands just ghost over your body and making it increasingly difficult for you to think.

Big fan of restraints and edging, pinning your hands over your head while he pushes into you, slowing his hips just before you both cum. “You can take it for a little longer, right Sweetie?”

Somehow still manages to make everything feel intimate and romantic. Like, he could be absolutely railing you from behind, but he’s whispering the sweetest things in your ear as he is doing so, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how much he loves you.

Tends to only be rough or mark you up when he’s feeling particularly needy or possessive, wanting to make sure that people know you’re taken.

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, but he gives soft pleasure dom vibes. Like, he might get a little rough with you sometimes, but he really doesn’t have it in him to be overly strict or harsh with you.

Has certain petnames that he only uses for you when he’s in these moods. “Kitten, can you come here please?”

Drives him crazy to see you spread out or on your knees for him, so pliant and waiting with that desperate look in your eyes.

Similar to when he’s subbing, he’s not too crazy about degradation, but he really loves to tease you, always mixing in some sweet words so it doesn't sting too much, but still makes you blush and flustered, calling you his needy little baby while you ride his thigh.

Absolutely loves overstimulating you. Man will eat you out for hours till you’re in tears and writhing in his hold, begging for a break.

Super soft aftercare is always a must with him, no matter what kind of scene you just played out. He really enjoys the quiet intimacy of cleaning up and looking after you while you come back down.

Hobi:

Hobi is a hard, but very nurturing dom. Like, he’s super strict and not afraid to be rough with you, but everything he does is accompanied by soft guidance and reassurances in a low voice that makes your mind go a little hazy. “You gonna let me take care of you, Sweetheart?”

Rigger for sure, he loves shibari and thinks you look so pretty tied up in different styles. Would definitely take pictures of you like that if you’re comfortable with it.

Almost every time he doms ends with you face down, ass up, with one of his hands wound into your hair so he can pull you up to hear your moans while he pounds into you.

He’s also a fan of spanking for sure, be it on your ass, your thighs, etc. He has a slight sadism kink that peaks through now and then, but he never takes it very far.

Partially because of that tho, he tends to be extra sweet during aftercare, needing to balance out any harshness or punishments by being as close and soft with you as possible to help ground both of you afterwards.

He gives Sugar Daddy vibes, tbh. He loves spoiling you and buying you pretty things like jewelry or lingerie to wear for him. Also really into non-sexual shows of domination, like resting a hand on your back when you’re out together, it makes him feel like your protector.

Namjoon:

Daddy-Sorry what?

But fr tho, although he gives hard dom vibes, I think he actually leans more to the soft side, bordering on pleasure dom energy. He really gets off on your reactions and being the one to take care of you.

Obviously has a thing for dirty talk, as well as a slight humiliation kink. He loves making you tell him exactly what you want/need from him, because 1. Communication is super important and sexy, and 2. He knows it embarrasses you a bit and helps push you further into subspace.

Very big fan of bondage and sensory deprivation. He loves how sensitive and reactive it makes you, the tiniest touches making you twitch and wine.

Big fan of manhandling you into whatever position he wants, his favorites being mating press or having you ride him until he gets impatient and starts thrusting up into you.

Loves edging and orgasm denial, seeing how close he can get you to the edge every time before you finally fall apart. “Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.”

Jimin:

Surprisingly stern dom with slight Brat Tamer energy. Like, don’t let the angel eyes fool you, when he gives you an order, he expects you to follow it or face the consequences,

Biggest fucking tease and the teensiest bit of a sadist, he will edge and overstimulate you within a inch of sanity, cooing sickly sweet little remarks in your ear. “Poor baby, can't even handle a couple rounds? We’ll just have to build up your stamina, won’t we?”

As harsh as he might be with teasing and punishments, he’s equally as generous with rewards when you’re good for him.

Big fan of guided masturbation, having you spread all pretty for him as he tells you exactly how to touch yourself or him.

Definitely likes experimenting with different themes and toys/tools. The type that would have you wear vibrating panties when you go out together so that he can tease you by turning them on randomly and watch you squirm.

Super soft with aftercare tho, handling you with the gentlest touches and sweet words. He always wants to make sure you know just how much he loves and cares for you after every session, holding you til you fall asleep.

Taehyung:

Super soft dom, he absolutely loves getting to baby you, kissing and touching you all over until you're a pile of mush in his arms. “Can I make you feel good, Baby? Please?”

He’s very much an aestheticist, he loves roleplay and setting the scene, as well as buying pretty little outfits for you to wear for him.

Praises you constantly, telling you how good you feel, how well you’re doing for him, how much he loves getting to see you like this, etc.

Definitely into taking photos and filming the two of you. Probably has a whole photo album of pictures, ranging from blurry polaroids to more professional shots he took with his film camera or phone.

Torturous levels of teasing. He will finger you for hours, bringing you to the very edge before stopping, kissing you as you cry in frustration.

Really loves the idea of free use, gifting you a special necklace or bracelet for you to wear as a sign to him that he can do whatever he wants with you. The idea of you always being willing to take him makes his ego(and other things) swell with pride.

Jungkook:

He has his softer moments, but I think when he doms, he tends to lean more towards hard dom. He really loves being in control and going all out on you.

Big fan of breathplay. He loves the way it makes you shake and clench around him, tattooed hand snaking up to hold your neck and squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

He fucking loves to overstimulate you, making you keep count of how many times you’ve cum before he’s even inside you.

When he’s in a teasing mood tho, he’s so fucking mean, denying and ruining you orgasms, laughing when you get frustrated. “I’m sorry baby, were you gonna cum?”

Loves leaving marks all over on you, be it hickeys/bitemarks, handprints, etc. His favorite tho is probably cumming inside you, watching it leak out before pushing it back in with his fingers(feel like he has an untapped breeding kink, but-)

Also really loves looking after you in non-sexual ways, be it paying for your meal or just helping you get something off a shelf that’s too high for you. It makes him feel needed.

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yandere call of duty men — would they kill for you?

— characters included : kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, phillip graves.

— warnings : murder, yandere behavior, manipulation, toxic relationships, mention of sex (soap's). gender neutral reader, isolating reader.

kyle 'gaz' garrick.

short answer; no. kyle is a rational man. he wouldn't want to terrify you. he wouldn't want to make you hate him by taking someone away from you. he doesn't want you to see him as a monster. he wants to keep his angel happy.

manipulation is his tactic. he'll drop subtle hints saying stuff such as 'i don't like how ___ does this' or 'i hate how they treat you'. he'd slowly distance you from people he didn't trust. he'll let you have a few people, your family and friends are fine, but he makes sure he's the most important person in your life.

kyle just wants to take care of you! can you blame him? he knows that he's the best person for you. just trust him.

john price.

john would only kill someone for you if they were harming you in some way. he knows the mess and the chaos that comes with such an act, yet if he believes his love would be better with said person gone, he'll do it. just for you.

he would make sure you never found out. he knows that's for the better. similar to kyle, he doesn't want you to think less of him. for john, it's more about the hassle of how you'd react.

honestly, he just wants a calm life where he can take care of you. you're his sweet pet. john won't let anyone ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley.

simon is overly protective. insanely overprotective. he constantly worries about you. to protect you, he vows he'd do anything. if that vow involves such a drastic action, he'll do it. no regrets, no second thoughts.

simon isn't exactly trying to hide it from you. if it comes up in conversation, he'd probably have the most monotone reaction, "oh. i killed him." to the point you think he's joking.

he's terrified to lose you. terrified someone would hurt you. he'd rather set the world on fire than know something terrible happened to you. you were his life.

johhny 'soap' mactavish.

johhny devoted his entire life to you. his motive is jealousy. if he feels like someone is becoming your new favorite person, he'd have to rightfully take that spot back.

johnny would proudly show off what he did. he would fuck you over their dead body if you let him, just to show his ownership over you. how he was all you needed. he was the only man who could please you.

he's not insecure about someone else taking you, johnny is arrogant. he knows he's the best thing to ever happen to you. he's scared someone will manipulate you into leaving him.

phillip graves.

graves wouldn't go that far. in his perspective, you're like a dumb little bunny. he isolates you. he treats you as his sweetheart, making sure you know he's the perfect one to care for you.

all he has to do in his mind is to be firm. firmly tell you that he needs you by his side. he'll lower your self-esteem. make you lonely. make you dependent him.

graves in possessive and slightly insecure. he wants to own you. he wants your mind on him 100% of the time. you're his precious bunny.

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You break up with Satoru.

Part 1 <- -> Part 2

What could go wrong?

Yandere!Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader Tags -DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non-con,Sexual Assault,Assault,Manipulation,Gaslighting,Verbal Abuse,Possession,kinda smut

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“So that’s it then? You’re just gonna end things?” Satoru’s voice came through the speaker phone, the silence lingering longer than it was meant to. 

You hadn’t been together long, four months give or take. The sentiment of a relationship became more and more unbearable at how overly involved and saccharine he was.

“I-I think we are very different people and-”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” 

It was a bullshit excuse. But what could you really say? Was this a legitimate reason to break things off?

Satoru must have caught on to your silence. He cleared his throat. “How about we talk things over? I couldn’t bear to end things like this. Let’s end things amicably.”  

You said nothing. 

“I won’t be long.”  

The line disconnected, leaving your phone screen blank. Your stomach sank lower than the basement. Was he really coming? You had already run things over in your head, what to say, what might tip him over the edge. But he seemed to understand at least. Right? 

It didn’t take long for him to arrive, rapping his knuckles against the front door like he usually did, leaning to the side of the porch by the broken lightbulb. You opened it, his signature smile and eyes dazzling back at you over the top of his glasses. 

“Miss me?” He said, his hands in the pockets of his pants. 

“Come in.” You didn’t cater to his charm.

“Arw don’t be like that, why are you so serious?”

“Why did you come over?”

You wandered over to the kitchen, mindlessly rummaging through your cupboards to avoid him. You took a mug from a low shelf. 

“I think we should talk about this, y’know?” Satoru cleared the island counter and jumped up on top of it. “See what I can do to change your mind?”

“There’s nothing to change. I made it very clear.” 

“Did you though?” Satoru climbed down. 

You put the kettle on, the water making crackly noises as the base heated up. He was like a ghost, his footsteps making no sound as he approached. 

You stepped back, never taking your eyes off his. “Well- yeah- I mean I sorta did.” Your hips pressed against the counter. 

“What do you really want?” He was so close to you now. 

Satoru brought a hand up, taking a strand of hair in it, fiddling between his slender fingers. The cologne at his neck was intoxicating. The woody aroma filled your nose, welcoming you to take a step inside. Satoru tilted his head to the side too, his eyes contemplating.

But you didn’t want that. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. I meant what I said.” 

“Are you sure about this?”

You took your eyes off and stared down, nodding quicker than you should have. If you couldn't see him, then it would be okay. But you cursed and questioned why you even opened the door to him in the first place. 

“You really wanna break up with me?” 

You nodded again, though still never looking up.

“You really wanna break up with me ?” His laugh came like poison. “That’s comedic.”

Your blood ran cold by how quickly his voice switched. Nothing like you had heard before, like a villain in every superhero movie you’d ever seen. "Satoru-“

“You know, no one else will take you. Right? I love you. But it seems meaningless to you.”

“Just go home. Please Satoru.”

His hands came up, squeezing your shoulders to the point his nails dig in. “I don’t think you understand how this works. So I’ll spell it out for ya.” Just as quick as his own demeanour changed, his hand lunged at you, wrapping around your throat, your feet were almost off the ground, flailing for support.

“S-Satoru!”  

Clawing at his hand made no difference, even when his knuckle began to bleed. The look in his eyes. Shit. You’d never seen it before. Large as saucers, and so psychotic his pupils were dilated.

His teeth were clenched, but his face dropped when he saw your tears slip to his hand. “Arww. You cryin’? You were always one for the theatrics weren’t ya?”

“Let me go!” 

You tried hitting him now, your arms barely reaching his face. Your eyes grew sleepy, dark spots collecting at the edges with only his grin left visible. The kettle whistled aloud as though to call for help, but no one came. 

“Okay.”

He dropped you. A sharp pain ripped through you as your head hit the tile floor. Spluttering your guts, you gasped, feeling your neck. Satoru stood there, towering over you.“Oh you poor thing, you’re bleeding. You’re so clumsy.” 

He pressed his fingers to your head, making you wince and pull away. But he pulled you back, pressing harder as punishment, huffing and sighing concern. Satoru pulled his fingers away, but kept the other hand behind your head, the blood on his fingers smeared under his nails, already drying. So he licked them, sucking them in between his lips and smiled. 

“You’re sweet when you're hurt.”

“P-please. Just leave me alone. Let me go.”

He shot up, walking backwards towards the kitchen island, his eyes dilated once more with a grin like a clown. You got up, moving around, backing away towards the living room. You could see your phone in your peripheral. It was only for a split second, but he had already noticed. 

He swiped it up and threw it across the room. “Don’t go cheatin’ now.”

“P-please.” 

You thought he’d noticed your panic, and he stepped back even further, almost to the other end of the kitchen. “How about this?” He said, putting his hands up as though in defeat.

“Because I’m Satoru Gojo! The best boyfriend in the world!” Then his voice dropped, so low it growled. “Why don’t I give you a head start?”

You stood frozen, not sure whether to run or not. What if it sent him over the edge? Or that was exactly what he wanted you to do.

Predators don’t run. Prey does. 

Satoru must have seen your hesitancy, he stepped forward. “One… two-“ He was serious. So fucking serious. Your flight response kicked in and you bolted, running for the front door. But it was locked, the key was missing. 

They jingled behind you. “Looking for these?” Satoru chuckled, then continued. “Three… four-“

You ran up the stairs to the spare room. Each step was a mission, like climbing a never ending mountain. You could still hear him counting down on the kitchen like he was still there in the room with you. The spare room had no lock, like the other rooms, but it had plenty of places to hide. The cardboard boxes you never bothered to recycle, collected full of old memories from your childhood. There weren't as many places to hide than you thought, but if you could give him the slip, you could make it out the back door. 

“10!...Ready or not! Here I come!”  

There was no movement, like a shark in the darkness, waiting, hunting in the shadows for its next meal. You struggled to keep your breathing level, even, quiet. And then. He was just there, at the top of the stairs. 

“Come out, come out wherever you are, love.” He cooed, like he had done before with your affection. 

You could see him, but he couldn’t see you through a slit between two house moving boxes, moving in a predatory fashion, knees bent with his hands up like claws. You held your breath for what felt like hours, but it was only a few seconds. In the moment you blinked, he had disappeared from the landing. 

The boxes were ripped away like they were nothing, he growled. “Got you.”

You scrambled away, but his grip around your ankle was a chain of muscle. The carpet offered nothing more than a burn under your fingernails, threatening to pull them away from your fingertips. 

“Come on back to me baby! You know I can’t live without you!” His laugh was sickening. “I will always find you, so there's no point in running.” 

In an instant, you were looking at the ceiling, and Satoru climbed on top of you and pinned you down. His hands took yours to the floor and held them there.

“Satoru, stop! Stop it please!”

If delirious could be summed up in one word, then it was Satoru. He looked nothing like the person you’d first met at that party. The cocky guy who you fell for hard. You didn’t recognise him at all.

He just kept laughing. “Stop it? Stop it?! We’re only just beginning! We have our whole life ahead of us. With you by my side we can do anything! We can start a happy family if you’d like?”

Anything but that. “Get away from me!”

One of his hands let go, going straight to your pants, slipping in like they weren't there. “This is where you’re weak, right?” His eyes never left yours. 

His finger brushed your clit, rubbing it exactly how you liked. But not this time. It was mechanical, viscous and forced. You felt around the carpet, by the boxes for anything. Something that could get you out of this bind, something to get him off of you. 

“I distinctly remember having you like this on the bed. My fingers were so deep, you couldn't think. Shall we try that again, Love?”

There. Something long and thin protruding from one of the boxes. You didn't know what it was, nor did you care. It sliced your fingers when you pulled, ready for the right moment. 

“What, cat got your tongue? I thought you loved calling my name when you were like this under me? There isn't anyone else, is there?”

“I. Said.” You found what little courage you could muster. “Leave. Me. Alone!”

The box cutter you grabbed revealed itself when you stuck it straight into his shoulder. Satoru didn’t scream, he didn't even wince. But he backed off and stared at it as you got up, half expecting him to grab at you again. He didn't. He just stared and watched you leave into the bedroom. 

You slammed the door, running straight to the window, trying to move it. Of course it had jammed again, the one thing Satoru always whined at you for. “You’ll die if there was ever a fire y’know?” He’d say, bugging you to pick up the new rollers for it. 

It wouldn't budge. "Come the fuck on you piece of shit!" 

Shit. You looked to the door and blocked it off as best you could, sliding furniture you through would hold the door. Anything. A desk chair, knotted scarf around the door knob to the handle of your wardrobe. You tried to move your bed out the way to block it.

And then came a bang. “Hey. I guess you never got that window fixed, huh?” 

Your stomach flipped, he was so calm, collected. Nothing he’d been just minutes ago. A sound you’d never forget came from the other side. A scratching, something almost smooth down the painted wood.

“You left something out here. Want it back? It’s pretty sharp.” 

You needed to get help, anything. Someone could help you, you knew it. You searched while Satoru spoke incoherently behind the door. Under your covers, behind the desk, under the paperwork stashed in the corner. 

You found it. Typing away at the passcode, your tablet opened up. Finding the call button, your friends face popped up on the screen and she answered quickly. 

‘Hey you, what’s up?” Your friend’s voice was a light in the tunnel, one you hadn’t heard for a while.

“Shoko. I need you to call the police, its Satoru he-”

“What did he do?”  She cut you off, her chilled, soft voice changing to more serious and stiff.

The little knocks and bangs on the door grew louder, Satoru chuckled. “Who y’talkin’ to? Come on baby! Open up!” 

You kept your eyes on the door, expecting him to kick it down with the half assed barrier you put up between you. You kept talking. “He’s gone crazy. I tried to break up-”

Shoko tutted, you could hear the vile rage through the speaker. “Jesus christ! I told you to do that months ago! Where is he?” 

“I’m sorry I didn't believe you- Please help-”

Satoru clawed at the door, cooing and musing your name through the wood. “If you open up, I promise to be nice! Don’t leave your man out here on his own, it's dark, and I’m scared.”  

You backed away and kept looking, but you were able to drown his voice out for a moment.

“You're so blind. I’ve already told you this, you should never have gotten together in the first place. But you blew me off. He’s a psycho and now he’s got his hooks in you so deep.” There was muffled static, a moment where you were more alone than you had ever been in your life. “ I’m calling the police. Break the window, I’m coming over.” 

The phone line disconnected for a second time that night. Your heart thumped against your chest it was fit to burst. You search for something heavy to break your window, a paper weight? Or a high heeled shoe? You were so entwined with the despair, you didnt realise that it had gone quiet out in the hallway. 

“Satoru?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but you knew he would be able to hear you. 

Taking a step back, you perched against the window, listening out for something. A breath, footsteps or a groan. But nothing. And the silence was even worse. Because you didn’t know where he was. You worried that the things against your door wouldn’t hold, but they did. Perhaps he left. 

You picked up the glass snow globe you had gotten as a gift. Satoru picked it up from his travels. You were happy to smash it in the window whether it broke it or not. Turning around, you kept an eye on the door with your hand raised to hit the window, protecting your eyes. 

But something was amiss. It had gotten a lot darker in the room. You glared outside and Satoru was there above the porch by the window. His eyes wider than ever, face pressed against the window. A cat that found a mouse to pounce on. 

“I found you.” 

You froze on the spot, dropping the snowglobe. It smashed, the liquid soaking into your socks. Satoru broke the window clean with a single punch, the glass cutting you in the process. It happened so quick. In an instant. His arms around you with that maniacal smile of his. 

“Let’s go somewhere no one will ever find us. Not even Shoko. Because we’ll die before I share you with anyone.”

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bloodstained pages ☽ spencer reid

summary: your regular library visits turn into something far more dangerous and intoxicating when you’re drawn to Spencer- brilliant, hypnotic, and always watching. pairing: vampire!spencer reid x reader warnings: descriptions of vampire feeding and blood loss, vampirism (duh), kinda possessive!spencer, making out?? wc: 2.2k masterlist. a/n: this is my first time writing fanfiction on tumblr oh boy here we go!! the last time i wrote fanfiction that i actually posted anywhere was when i was 12. five whole years ago. that’s insanity. i hope y’all enjoy <3

You first noticed him months ago.

The library was a place of quiet refuge for you, a sanctuary where you could disappear between pages and let the world outside slip away. But ever since you first saw him, it had become something else entirely.

He was always there.

A tall, handsome man with impossibly pale skin and sharp, intelligent eyes, seated in the same dimly lit corner near the classics. Always reading, always turning pages with an effortless grace that fascinated you.

You had tried striking up conversations- about books, of course. That was the only way you could approach him without sounding completely unhinged and borderline stalker-ish.

“Dostoevsky’s themes are compelling, but don’t you think he’s a bit overly philosophical?”

A pause. His eyes lit up with the barest flicker of amusement before he murmured, “Some would say that’s the appeal.”

And that was it.

No further words. Just a polite nod before he returned to his book, leaving you standing there, feeling very ridiculous.

It became a game you started playing all by yourself- seeing if you could get more than a few sentences out of him before he turned back to whatever book he was reading that day without another word.

Sometimes you managed to stretch those few sentences into a short-lived conversation. A brief discussion of Poe’s use of the macabre, a shared appreciation for the complexity of Borges, an exchange of thoughts on the poetry of Rilke. But it never lasted. He was polite, charming even, but he never lingered. Never gave you a second thought.

And yet, he was always there.

Until tonight.

Tonight was different.

The library was nearly empty, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint musk of rain from outside. The faint pattering of rainwater, and the occasional sounds of pages being flipped were the only sign of life. You sat alone at a table, flipping absently through a book, but your thoughts weren’t on the words in front of you. They were on him.

And then-

“You have an interesting taste in literature.”

You nearly fell off your chair.

He had never spoken to you first before.

You looked up, startled, and there he was- standing before you, impossibly tall, hands resting lightly in the pockets of his dark coat. His expression was unreadable, but his voice…

It was smooth. Deep. Hypnotic in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

You blinked. “I- I could say the same for you.”

He tilted his head slightly, considering you. “You always come here late.”

“So do you,” you pointed out, gripping the edge of your book like an anchor.

He smiled- actually smiled, and something about it felt like a secret. Like you weren’t meant to see it. “I suppose I do.”

Your heart was hammering. You couldn’t tell if it was nerves or excitement or terror.

“I don’t think I’ve ever asked your name,” you said, your voice steadier than you expected.

His lips parted slightly, as if tasting the idea of answering. For a second, you thought that was it. That he was going to end the conversation there and walk away once more. But then, with the ghost of a smirk on his lips, he spoke.

“Spencer.”

You repeated it in your mind, rolling it over like a smooth stone between your fingers. It suited him.

“And you?” he asked, watching you in a way that felt deliberate. Intense.

You gave him your name, and the way he murmured it back sent a rush of warmth through you.

The conversation should have ended there. You expected it to end there. Like all the other times.

But it didn’t.

Instead, he sat down across from you, unprompted, folding his hands together on the table as if he had all the time in the world.

And then he flirted with you.

Not in the overt, obvious way most men did. No, Spencer’s words were subtle, woven into the rhythm of your conversation so naturally that it almost didn’t feel like flirting at all.

“You have a habit of biting your lip when you read something you like,” he noted casually.

Your face burned. “I- what?”

“I’ve noticed,” he continued, unblinking and unbothered by your flustered reaction. “It’s an endearing trait.”

You opened your mouth, closed it again, dumbfounded, then finally let out a soft laugh. “Do you make a habit of observing people this closely?”

“Only the ones who interest me.”

You should not have felt as giddy as you did.

Something about him was utterly magnetic, pulling you in despite the logical part of your brain warning you that there was something off.

And then, as if he could sense your curiosity, he leaned in slightly.

“Tell me…” His voice dropped to a near whisper, his fingers tapping idly against the cover of your book. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

You frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

“A serious one.”

You studied him for a moment. He wasn’t joking. There was something unreadable in his gaze, something… ancient and knowing.

“I guess I’ve never thought about it much,” you admitted. “But I… wouldn’t rule it out.”

His lips twitched. “Good.”

There was a pause. Then, in a voice so quiet it barely reached you, he said-

“I’m not human.”

You felt your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, you thought he was joking. But the way he looked at you- the utter, unwavering certainty in his expression as he awaited your response- told you he wasn’t.

You should have been afraid.

You should have pulled back, laughed it off, left and then talked to your friends about the crazy guy you just ran into.

But you didn’t.

Because deep down, you already knew.

“You’re serious,” you breathed.

Spencer exhaled, leaning back. “I am.”

A long, almost suffocating silence stretched between you.

“…You’re a vampire.”

It wasn’t a question.

A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. “Yes.”

Your heart pounded, but not with fear. With something darker, something exhilarating.

“How old are you?”

His brows lifted slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that to be your first question. “Older than I look.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He chuckled softly. “No, I suppose it isn’t.”

You should have run. You should have felt something besides this dangerous pull toward him.

But instead, you tilted your chin, meeting his gaze with unwavering certainty.

“Have you ever-” You hesitated. Would he walk away if you asked the question that plagued you so deeply? Or would he indulge your curiosities?

“Have you ever hunted humans?”

Something in his expression shifted- something raw and dark and hungry.

His fingers curled against the table, as if he was bracing himself for an adverse reaction, his jaw tensing. “Not in a long time.”

You inhaled sharply. “Do you want to?”

The air between you crackled with something unspoken.

His eyes darkened. “Do you know what you’re asking?”

“I think I do.”

A long pause. Then- so suddenly it stole your breath completely- Spencer was in front of you, close enough that you could feel the unnatural chill radiating from him.

His fingers brushed over your wrist, tracing the delicate line of your pulse.

“You shouldn’t tempt me,” he murmured softly, his eyes boring into yours.

Your breath hitched. “But I want to.”

His eyes snapped to yours, and for the first time, you saw it- true, unfiltered hunger.

He exhaled sharply, as if trying to control himself. Trying to hold himself back. “If I do this… I won’t be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

That was all it took.

In one swift motion, he pulled you into his arms, his lips grazing your throat, his breath cool against your skin. Your pulse thundered, anticipation and desire twisting into something near unbearable-

And then-

A sharp, intoxicating pain.

You gasped as his fangs pierced your skin, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was like fire and ice, pleasure and pain, a pull so deep that it left you breathless.

Spencer groaned softly against your throat, his grip on your jaw tightening as he drank. And God, you never wanted him to stop.

Spencer ripped himself away from you with a sharp, ragged inhale, staggering backward like he’d been burned. His pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving, lips glistening with your blood. He looked wrecked- completely undone and trembling with immense effort to restrain himself.

Your body swayed at the sudden loss of contact, your pulse sluggish and hazy, but your mind was razor-sharp, honed in on him and the way his hunger still lingered in the air between you.

“Spencer,” you breathed, taking a step toward him.

He jolted back, almost recoiling from you. “No.” His voice was rough, like it was being torn from deep within his chest. “I can’t.”

Your brows furrowed. “Yes, you can.”

His jaw clenched so tightly you thought it might shatter. “You don’t get it.”

“I do.” You took another step forward, emboldened by the way his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting every instinct in his body to reach for you again. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Something dark and dangerous flashed across his face. “I am hurting you.”

“I feel fine,” you challenged, tilting your head, exposing the fresh wound to his hungry gaze. “And I want you to take more.”

Spencer let out a sound between a growl and a curse, his hands balling into fists. “I said no.”

The dominance in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and the moment you caught his eyes- dark, wild, filled with something primal- you felt your knees go weak.

His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “I will not drain you.”

You swallowed hard. He wasn’t asking for permission. He was telling you, leaving no room for questions.

Your lips parted, your breath uneven as the tension between you stretched tighter than a bowstring.

Then, before you could say another word, he moved.

One second he was standing feet away, the next he had you pinned against a bookshelf, his body flush against yours and his hands gripping your waist with an intensity that was sure to leave bruises.

“You make it impossible to control myself,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and sending chills down your spine.

Your head spun. “Then don’t.”

He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. “You’re insufferable.”

You smirked. “And yet you keep coming back for more.”

Spencer let out a dark chuckle, then kissed you.

It was everything- desperate, consuming, a collision of need, and restraint unraveling at the seams. His hands roamed across your body- one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist, pulling you so close you could feel the coolness of his body against your own overheated skin.

Your fingers clawed at his coat, tugging, needing more, needing him.

He nipped at your bottom lip, eliciting a quiet gasp from you, and the sound seemed to undo him. His grip tightened, his kiss deepened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually lose control- might give in, sink his fangs into you all over again and drain you completely.

But just as quickly as he had taken, he slowed.

The hunger shifted. The urgency softened.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his fingers brushing over your jaw with reverence rather than desperation.

“You think this is just about feeding,” he murmured, studying your face.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Isn’t it?”

His lips curled into something almost fond. “No, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, but his eyes were intense. “I want more than that.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Spencer exhaled slowly, his hand sliding to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over your cheekbone.

“I don’t just want your blood.” His voice was steady now, certain. “I want you.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

Spencer- brilliant, terrifyingly beautiful, otherworldly Spencer- wanted you.

Your lips parted, but your words failed you.

He smirked at your stunned silence. “You had so much to say a minute ago.”

You swallowed thickly. “You- you caught me off guard.”

His thumb traced your bottom lip, his gaze dropping there for half a second before meeting your eyes once again.

“Let me take you out,” he murmured. “Properly.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“You mean like-”

“A date,” he confirmed, tilting his head. “Is that such a shocking concept?”

“Yes,” you blurted. “No- I mean, yes it’s shocking, no I’m not opposed.”

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. “You are infuriatingly cute when you’re flustered.”

You made a sound of protest, but he only smiled- a real, genuine smile that softened his sharp edges in such a way that it made your stomach flip.

“So?” he prompted, his hand still cupping your face.

Your lips curled, and for once, you didn’t feel the need to fight him on this.

“I’d love to.”