#Though please specify you mean this ask game because I have every ask game open for asks unless otherwise specified

[thetempestechoes]

Splatoon ask game

General questions

Which game is your favourite and why?

Which story mode (including DLC campaigns) is your favourite and why?

Which weapon/weapon class do you main, and why?

Which game mode do you like the most, and why?

Which Splatfest theme (from any game) has been your favourite, and why?

Do you have any Splatoon OCs? If so, who?

Which character is your favourite and why?

Which version of the Calamari Inkantation is your favourite and why?

Which Splatfest battle music is your favourite and why?

Which Splatfest hub song/performance is your favourite and why?

Game questions

Which weapon do you think was most overpowered in (game) and why?

Which weapon do you think should have been buffed in (game) and why?

Which feature of (game) do you think should have been in the rest of the games?

What do you think about (weapon class) in (game)?

Which map from (game) was/is your favourite and why?

Weapon questions

What are your thoughts on (weapon class) and why?

Do you think (weapon class) is overrated or underrated?

What kit for (weapon class) would you like to be added to the game the most? It can be a pre-existing kit from another Splatoon game, or it can be one you've thought up!

Which weapon out of all (weapon class) is your favourite and why?

Which weapon out of all (weapon class) is your least favourite and why?

Make sure you specify which category your question is in if you're just sending the number code! And make sure you fill in (game) and (weapon class) with the series installment and specific weapon class you're asking about.

[jewbeloved]

Hello! I saw your requests were open and I just couldn't resist.

Could you do the main 4 + Twerk and Craig with a male S/O who is like Sans from Undertale? Only if you want to of course! Have a nice day/night :)

Team Stan + Tweek and Craig with a sans! s/o🤍💙🩷

Kyle's note: Sure thing! <3 You didn't specify if the reader had the same powers sans has so I will add it in there.

Warnings: Laziness ROTFL

Gender: Male

💙 Stan "Darsh" I mean Marsh- 🍼

Dude wtf? why the hell are you drinking ketchup at 3 in the morning-

wait, YOU'RE DRINKING KETCHUP?!?!?!

Stan cannot believe his eyes when he saw you slurping that ketchup bottle as if it was your normal everyday water bottle.

And now you made him a hotdog that barely has anything on it? The laziness-

Not concerned about your lazy behavior since he can be quite lazy himself too. He'll probably lay upside with his head hanging down while sitting next to you on the couch.

He got creeped out when you first showed him your gaster blasting thingys. Wait are you pointing one of them at him?!-

He finds some of your pun jokes funny too!💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Jewflovski 🎉

Oh dear lord help him, He just wakes up in the morning and sees you drinking a bottle of ketchup on his computer because you and him were video chatting all night.

Does not question your weird behavior with the ketchup because he's too tired for this.

You like to annoy him with your god awful puns just to see his reaction every time he nags you about being lazy.

(Name), you're annoying the poor dude...he's trying to study in peace and all he hears is you coming up with new jokes to bother him. 💔

Isn't creeped out by those skull blaster things like Stan. He basically shoots laser beams himself in his human kite alter ego.

Will be surprised when you suddenly lift him up into the air by using his soul.💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Fartman 🍓

Even for him He finds you drinking ketchup completely weird. He wonders if you had been Jew washed by Kyle into thinking ketchup is meant to be used as a drink.

He also finds your pun jokes funny, especially when they are directed towards Kyle. But he won't be happy if you're joking about his weight though.

Will 100% use your powers to benefit him in his schemes. Like if he wants to rob people he can just tell you to summon them gaster blasters to scare that person into giving Cartman what he wants.

The list goes on forever about what he can do with that special powers of yours.

He's all down with having a lazy day with you as well. Dude sits down on the couch playing games with snacks next to him.

Y'all are definitely a perfect match for each other....most of the time...❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Poormick 🥭

He's probably the only one that isn't weirded out by you drinking ketchup. He practically goes through the trash can for money and food sometimes.

He absolutely loves the puns you make. He even lets his sister join in on hearing your jokes, you always put a smile on her face whenever she's feeling sad and Kenny thanks you for that.

He was flabbergasted when he saw your powers the first time when you were defending him from a bully who was picking on him.

You blasted that punk to ashes.

Kenny is now obsessed with your powers and he always asks to see them with every given opportunity.

But please don't accidentally kill the poor dude- 😢🧡🧡🧡🧡

💛 Tweek Twark ☕

Doesn't notice you drinking ketchup the first time.

I can legit imagine Tweek spacing out when he's in the middle of drinking too much coffee like this:

He has coffee cups everywhere it should be obvious that he drinks a lot of coffee without noticing.

He'll probably notice when he finds a lot of ketchup bottles around the place and then he walks in on you chugging down a whole ketchup bottle.

Also visibly weirded out by you drinking ketchup but won't question it.

Like Kenny, he also loves your puns too. They always make him feel better whenever he is feeling really stressed out.

He'll get scared at your powers so it's probably not a good idea to just summon the gaster blasters when he's not in the right mindset.

He will grow to feel more at ease with them though. 💛💛💛💛

💙 Craig Fucker ⚽

He just blankly stares at you drinking ketchup like a statue and then flips you off at last sec before going back to what he was doing.

Nah you expect him to show a better reaction of you drinking ketchup? He goes to school with a bunch of crazy classmates and he deals with Tweek too. He won't show much of a reaction to you drinking that.

He doesn't mind your puns, he might even slip in little giggles while you're at it. He also doesn't mind your laziness either, I mean I don't see why he should care though.

(Name), Your powers are cool but come back and cuddle with him alright?

Cuddles first, showcase your powers to him later.💙💙💙💙💙

[stayteezdreams]

Halloween Requests - CLOSED

Status: CLOSED *as of Sept 29th

SO,

Over on my other blog, I have done what I dubbed '13 Days of Halloween' over the last few years, in which I release at least one piece of content (drabble/fic/headcanons/etc) every day from October 19th to October 31st.

And though this is not a promise, I am going to try and do it on this blog this year!~

I am opening requests for this now so I have time to write them along with my normal content.

Though I can come up with some ideas on my own I would appreciate some requests as well! (Up to this point, I have received very few requests in general, so I am hoping this might lead to more requests???) If I get a lot of requests I wont be able to write each one, but I like having a lot of options!

Who I write For:

Ateez

Stray Kids

Seventeen *all members of each group (x gn!reader)

Things I do not write:

Detailed NSFW/Smut (suggestive content is fine)

Pregnancy/child Content

Abuse/Member cheating

Prompts under the cut!

A/n: You can send in the number of the prompt(s) instead of the prompt itself if you want, but please specify which section it is from (i.e dialogue, scenario or sensory)

Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

Prompts/Scenarios (1-3 per request; feel free to mix and match) *Again: feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

~~~ Dialogue Prompts ~~~

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Don’t you dare leave me in here alone.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

"I don't believe in ghosts." "You will after tonight."

"Did you match with my costume on purpose?"

"If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

"If you say we should split up I will kill you."

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

"You look so cute!" "I'm trying to be scary." "I don't think that's possible."

"Boo!" "If you wanted to scare me, you should have left the mask off."

"Aren't you a bit old to be trick or treating?"

"Just because I'm not afraid of the dark, doesn't mean I like being in it"

"What do we do?" "Run!"

"Wear a matching costume with me!" "Why? Only couples are wearing matching costumes." "I know..."

“Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.”

Person A, seeing person B dressed as a ghost: “So… Are you dressed up as my boo?” Person B: “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

"You look good." "I'm covered in fake blood...?" "Yeah, and?"

"Did you see that too?" "Yes." "Damn, I was hoping I was going crazy."

 “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

“I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?” “Hopefully all of them…”

"Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?"

"If I knew all it would take for you to hug me was a haunted house I would have brought you to one earlier."

"Why is there mistletoe in the doorway?" "You told me to decorate." "Its Halloween!"

"Too old to trick or treat and too young to die." "What the fuck."

"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going"

"Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way before?"

"I thought you didn't like Halloween?" "You changed my mind."

~~~ Scenario Prompts ~~~

Going to a haunted house

Getting lost in a corn maze

Carving Pumpkins

Meeting at a masquerade

Wearing the same costume to a costume party

Cozy autumn evening watching Halloween movies

Scary Stories at a campfire

Lost in the woods

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

Finding out the "monster" costume they are wearing isn't a costume (monster/demon/supernatural au)

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Catch the killer Halloween party game

Every Halloween you are visited by a stranger in your dreams, but this year, he shows up at your door in the real world. (supernatural au)

Hot Chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)

Accidentally summoning a demon when decorating for Halloween (demon au)

Buying an old antique and accidentally bringing a ghost home with you because of it.

You meet Death himself, and he seems to have a crush on you. (supernatural au)

Someone summoned a demon to take your soul, but the demon likes you too much to hurt you.

Choosing each other's costumes, and unknowingly matching.

Trying to paint their face but they wont stop trying to kiss you.

You're scared and they try their best to comfort you.

Getting lost in a haunted house and running into a stranger who is also lost.

Pumpkin Carving Contest

Hearing a noise upstairs, but you live alone.

Ghost Hunting

You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed.

~~~ Sensory Prompts ~~~

Flinch of the body when something scares you

Tingles as goosebumps rise on your arms

Feeling of someone watching you

The sound of footsteps behind you

Your name being whispered in the dark

The creaking of an old door

Distant scream

Shadows in the corner

Something unseen moving in the bushes

Frozen in fear

Wanting to call out but your voice wont come

Warming up next to a fireplace after being out in the cold

Warmth that fills your gut when drinking a hot beverage

Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing

Lightning bugs in a dark field

The crackling and popping of an open fire 

Sound of wind in the trees.

Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.

Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.

Realization that you are being followed.

Being trapped somewhere all alone.

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*prompts crossed out are ones I have received multiple of and no longer want **most prompts are from my other writing blog, from lists I made myself. Some also from posts by @dumplingsjinson and @creativepromptsforwriting

A/n: Depending on the prompt I might save it for later (for after Halloween)

[harmonysanreads]

──── ⵌ RULES

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW/INTERACT

Hello! This blog focuses primarily on Yandere and Dark-Content. No explicit nsfw but, you may find some not-sfw themes sprinkled here and there. In no way do I condone or encourage the behaviors portrayed and neither is it okay to behave this way in reality. These are works of fiction made for entertainment purposes solely. All fics are appropriately tagged with warnings. Remember : you are responsible for what you consume on the internet.

✧ Have your age listed in your bio or somewhere visible on your blog. This blog contains 17+ content so, if I find out you're below that age, you'll be blocked.

✧ Blank blogs (no pfp, no reblogs, no age mentioned) and spam likers will also be blocked.

✧ This blog is not game content spoiler/leak free.

✧ DMs are open for emergency notices (anyone cross-posting my works on a different platform without permission for example) and mutuals. If its a brainrot you want to share, please use my inbox instead!

WHAT I WILL WRITE

Romantic Yandere

Character Studies

Dark Content [ Sans the topics listed in the next category. ]

Reader Insert

Female/Gender Neutral Reader

Oneshots/Scenarios/Headcannons/Interactions

Fluff/Comfort

Hurt/Comfort

Pregnancy/Baby-trapping

Reader with a certain personality trait [ e.g. shy, snarky ]

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

Suicide [ The act in vivid detail ]

Male Reader

Child Reader and Character

Explicit NSFW [ Vague implications are fine though. ]

Religious themes

Omegaverse

Hybrid AUs

Character x OC

Character x Character (Ships)

Underage

Incest/Stepcest

Reader with specific physical traits (Height, skin color etc)

Yandere Reader

THINGS IN CONSIDERATION

Poly relationships [ Skeptical, but I'll do it if the concept is interesting enough.]

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

[ The names in bold signify characters that I'm most interested in writing. The names in purple signify characters that I really love and am even likelier to write for.]

──── ⩩ GENSHIN IMPACT

↬al haitham, scaramouche/wanderer, kamisato ayato, shikanoin heizou, kaedehara kazuha, tighnari, aether, venti, dainsleif, pantalone, diluc, cyno, zhongli, il dottore, kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley, sethos, il capitano, arlecchino

──── ⩩ HONKAI : STAR RAIL

↬blade, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine, sunday, argenti, moze, jiaoqiu, mr reca

ADDITIONAL NOTES

↬ Please be kind and patient with me, as I'm (unfortunately) quite the perfectionist, it takes time for me to post since I want to make sure I'm satisfied with what I've written first :(

↬Please send all requests via my ask box, not my dms.

↬Please refrain from sending personal rants, although I explore many psychological themes, I'm by no means qualified to deal with serious issues. It's most productive if you contact someone trustworthy/professional instead.

↬ Please specify if you want the writing to be non-yandere, otherwise I'll automatically assume Yandere since this blog focuses on that.

↬ Anonymous asks detailing not-sfw themes will not be answered.

↬ Do remember that I have every right to reject/ignore a certain request/ask if it discomforts me, violates the rules or simply doesn't interest me at the moment. Though, I'll try my best to answer everything :)

↬ Please do not send requests for sequels to my oneshots. But, I may consider a sequel request if it's a character I really love or if you can follow up with some suggestions/ideas for said sequel!

↬ Lastly, please don't hesitate to send in an ask now, part of why I decided to open them was because I wanted to connect with my readers and fellow writing blogs! We're all simps who just want to indulge a little, so there really is nothing to be afraid of <3

[smallearthboundfindings]

[Banner Source]

Sprite Edit Requests: Open!

Submissions: Open!

Asks: Open!

[Blog Contents Masterpost!]

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Request Rules:

Specify what game style you want, please! If unspecified and the character/item/enemy only appears in one game, then I will use that style by default, but if they appear in multiple games (Porky, for example), I will ask which style you're looking for! Save the wait and let me know in advance!

If you are requesting a character, please specify a pose or action desired! Otherwise, I'll just toss canon sprite sheets or generic standing forwards sprites at you; I don't know what you want.

I can decline requests! Those deemed too complex, inappropriate, or hateful will be declined. Don't even bother.

Yes, you can request your OC! Just follow the other character rules and please give me at least a written description of what they look like! (Though pictures are preferred.) OC requests with no appearance will be declined.

I prefer you use the asks box rather than a comment or reblog for requests. It's easier for me to see that way! If you want to make sure I see your request, put it in the asks!

All of our canon sprites are sourced from Spriters' Resource here, here, and here to give all due credit! It's kinda hard to remember crediting every single time, so I'll put it here! Hope that works...

Submission Box Rules:

If you have something more interesting to say than me at a given time, feel free to suggest new posts as submissions or add to any preexisting posts in whatever way you find suitable! We might feature them on this blog! Just follow our little submission rules if you're going to send a brand new post! (Note: These only apply to submitted facts. Submitted headcanons only require the last rule.)

Please try to include at least one form of media, such as an image, video, or audio track as support or proof! If the media is from elsewhere on the internet and isn't a plain normal gameplay screenshot/song from one of the games, however, please credit it in a link or embed it! TL;DR: credit whoever scanned that page of Pollyanna you want to show us, for example!

Credit your sources, please! Made-up sources or “source: dude trust me”'s will not be allowed unless it’s a joke submission. Say what game or bit of secondary material you’re posting about somewhere and in what context it appears, if applicable. A simple “in the Japanese manual for [game]” or “in the debug menu for [game]” should do!

No hateful, bigoted, or NSFW submissions! I mean, we are working with a Nintendo franchise so this probably won’t happen, but just in case. Swearing is a-okay though because the mod thinks it’s funny. Please submit your Kumatora swear montage; it’ll be hilarious.

Asks:

You're totally welcome to walk up to this blog's asks and go "hey allen, what are your thoughts on george?" or something else like that. I ain't no corporate - I'm real and you can talk to me even if it's silly! I'm just some guy (gender neutral) posting Mother content and I'll gladly welcome community interaction!

Pings:

You may ping if you wanna present something you made based on something we did or showed off here, to credit something, or if you desperately want me to see a relevant informational post / a tournament were Ness got nominated and you wanna sic the propaganda on me / basically anything interesting! Overall, I don't mind them.

Miscellaneous:

Regarding the safety of our community and fandom, active bigots such as racists, LGBT-phobes, TERFs; perpetrators/glorifiers of abuse such as MAPs, zoos, and proshippers; and anyone I deem to be too mean-spirited to other users will be blocked the moment I catch you. This has been your warning. The close tab button is right there.

[bun-z-bakery]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤˚°

Now he’s thinkin’ ’bout me every night, oh. Is it that sweet? I guess so. Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know.That’s that me espresso. - Sabrina Carpenter

Please be aware of my rules and guidelines for this blog before you follow/interact. Not following rules will get you blocked! So please be respectful. I can't keep up with who follows me so please remember this blog is 18+.

‧ .˚₊ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻

This is a writing blog that will contain my work and reblogs of others' works! I also do reblog whatever I'm interested in too but it's mostly a writing blog.

My blog is mostly sfw but some of my writings contain suggestive content. I personally don't write nsfw stories however I might reblog something in that criteria so please be aware of that.

Some of my writing might be dark/triggering so please keep that in mind! I try my best to add content warnings but sometimes it slips my mind.

I do try to write for all readers (masc, fem, GN) however by default my works tend to be GN!readers.

I only write for fandoms listed here. Please note I don't write for every character so the character will be specified.

‧ .˚₊ 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑰𝑭

You're a minor. Just because my blog is tame for the most part doesn't mean it's kid friendly. I also don't feel comfortable talking to anyone younger than me online.

You're a canon purist. I understand we all have our comfort characters, I'm autistic so I completely understand but everyone has their headcanons and silly little quirks they want to give characters. If you can't see your favorite character in written in a certain way then I'm sorry this blog isn't for you.

You're anti/hateful/negative. I'm aware my blog won't be for everyone and that's ok! You aren't my target audience and all I ask is you keep scrolling.

‧ .˚₊ 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺

MDNI. As I already mentioned if you're a minor please don't interact. If you're a new or ageless blog please add an indicator or age on your blog. It may seem silly but helps out alot of other users on the site know who to interact with or avoid.

Tagging. You can tag me! If there's something you'd like to show me and can't DM me for some reason feel free to tag me! I also enjoy being tagged in tag games too! All I ask if you don't spam tag!

My work is my own. do not: steal, copy, repost, reupload, modify, or claim any of my works as your own, regardless of credit given. And absolutely do not use my works for AI training and other related purposes. Alot of the people on here write to share their ideas with their fandoms so please respect mine and others' work!

Be polite! Please be polite when sending asks or commenting and don't bring up triggering/controversial or political topics.

Don't be shy! I love interacting with others be it asks, anonies, anything! Talk to me about your day, cute crafts you've made, art I love meeting new people so don't be shy, I love talking to others!

Sharing. I know some people don't like having their work reblogged but feel free to reblog my work if you like! It helps out alot since the algorithm is non existent.

Requests and time. You're welcome to send requests when they're open! Please note even though I love writing your requests not everything will be my taste so I apologize if I don't write yours, I do hope you find someone who will! Also the time I finish your request my vary. I have other projects I'm working on when I'm not on here and life does get in the way sometimes.

Once again, I only write for fandoms listed here. Please note I don't write for every character so the character will be specified.

[deviantartdramahub]

It's 2023. We should be out of the same mass hysteria thing we've been going through in the 1600's with witches, the 1950's with the LGBT, and the 1970's with Communists. In the end, we never did catch/kill any witches, we finally gave rights to the LGBT, and the whole red menace hysterics ruined many, many careers.

And then we come to today. We still do this for some reason. I'm tired of people ranting and ranting about, ahem, certain people, whom I will call nonos. I will not specify who I mean by nonos by the fact that I disappoint myself every time I hear about them, and I should clarify that, if you're a nono, society is no place for you, but I am tired of hearing about them and just want to enjoy posting my art, not constantly witness people use a very real term to destroy a man's whole career.

Excuse me if autocorrect puts numbers in automatically, but I am tired of 1) people getting mistaking for nonos all the time 2) people thinking nonos are worse than murderers despite attacks being something people recover from (if they didn't recover from them, we would be opening validation for self-harm, something WE DON'T WANT) 3) people setting the bar for what a nono is low 4) nonos not seeking help out of how utterly stigmatized they are 5) hearing of their association with innocent/vulnerable entities when (and you can look this up on YouTube) most aren't even interested in them 6) people not wanting anything to do with anything a nono even remotely touched, such as when a nono works at a business and people saying it devalues the business and so they won't buy the products 7) lots of leverage because people won't adequately define a nono 8) people commonly making up things about nonos 9) people forgetting nonos cannot help themselves, and most importantly 10) intense worries that nonos might make their own Stonewall protest out of how awfully they're treated, because that's what happens when you stigmatize a group too intensely, even if they deserve it.

This is not the first time these ten points have been brought up, nor will they be the last, they even hold a distinct title, "The Ten Justice Hunters' Tenets" because people fall victim to not being precautionary regarding those ten things all the time. It's the reason I decided to come here to submit things rather than DeviantArtDramaNow even though I would otherwise prefer them. I just want to upload my art, please. Is that so much to ask?

Unfortunately it would seem so. Witches, Communists, and the LGBT are all at the top of their game today, who knowknows what these nonos will bring.

I won’t even assume what you mean by nonos, as in different cultures different things (like drug traders if you’re Southeast Asian) might come to mind, though I have a pretty good idea of what you mean.

[thedemigodoracle]

thedemigodoracle:

*PLEASE READ (It’s not torture, I swear, I’m a funny person)* 

I would like to point out that not *ALL* questions get answered. And here are some of the motives your question may not be answered:

1. Number one motive is: I’m human and I don’t always have a funny answer for everything right on the spot.

Stay tuned and, maybe, at some point, I’ll have a brilliant idea. I don’t delete questions and I spend most of my one hour bus ride to University every day thinking about ways to be funny and cute with the answers. Please, be patient, I want to give you all some quality replies so I take my time.

2. Sometimes your question is too complicated.

Even though I’m super cool, I’m not Rick Riordan so, sometimes, I’ll get questions like “What will you do when Frank starts dying?” - now, though I can sometimes come up with a funny, speculative answer (like when people ask me whether or not Reyna will kill Piper), sometimes I just can’t provide a good answer without making a huge theory. Same goes for simple questions that need elaborated answers. They take a longer time to reply because I do want to answer some of your awesome questions with my awesome theories of why a character did this or that but I just still haven’t figured out a way of doing it without writing a whole novel instead of drawing a chibi.

3. The question you sent was sent by a thousand other people in way too many different ways:

If that’s the case, I’ll usually use criteria such as good grammar, to the point question, date of the question ( who asked first) and, of course, if the person has appeared here before or not. 

4.You’re being waaaay too flirty in your message:

Ok, so the Greeks and Romans were known for that especial fire they had in their pants - still, nothing justify the amount of “Oh, here’s my question and, by the way, I’d love to profane your Ass-fodel with my Styx any time,babe!”

I mean, you guys, seriously. Nobody likes desperation! If I were to reply to everything Nico, Leo, Percy and the Stolls receive, they’d be living under a rock, sucking their own thumbs and unable to say any word other than “COCO!” every 15 minutes. THE THINGS THEY HAD TO SEE, I TELL YOU!

5. You sent your question to someone who’s not a human Demigod.

The main reason why I chose a “Demigod” Oracle was because drawing younger humans is easier for me so, if I were to open to the whole world of animals and monsters and parents falls on the same rule as everyone else but I won’t reply questions to Tyson because, though he’d follow the same rules for drawing, if I were to open this exception, I’d end up having to include Grover, Juniper, Chiron and a bunch of others, so, hm, sorry but no Tyson.

I love him though, just saying, as much as you all do.

6. Your question was related to my fanfiction universes and not the Riordan books.

I love you for loving my work but I’m not the boss, I can’t turn this into a role-playing blog. Even though I am role-playing as basically one different demigod per day.

7. Your question looked SUSPICIOUSLY like a drawing request:

“Hey, Nico, I wanted to see that picture of you flying a black pony while holding hands with a gorgeous brunette with a dragon tattoo on her shoulder. Remember? She has emerald green eyes and wears a purple dress all the time.”

Does the word “Oracle” stands for “stupid artist slave”? I don’t think so. 

8. You didn’t specify a character or asked a “mass answer��� question:

It’s harder to draw answer that requires lots of demigods, I’m not saying I’m against answering these questions but I’ll take longer to reply so expect me to procrastinate ‘till the end of time.

9. You sounded a little rude.

Gladly, this hasn’t happened at all. However, I am very touchy so beware, haha.

10. Your question is about other fandoms.

Right now there are a bunch of questions regarding whether or not the demigods have read the Harry Potter series, The Hunger Games…I want to answer these properly - however, have in mind that though children of Athena read a lot, most demigods are dyslexic and though that doesn’t mean dyslexic people can’t or don’t like to read, it has been pointed out - more than once - that most heroes, due to their attention spam and dyslexia tend to not be very fond of books (Percy being a very good example). 

I want to answer these questions properly but they are tough subject to reply to.

But, if you’re interested, Clarisse disliked The Hunger Games, she thought it lacked on violence. 

And this is it. I know it’s a huge-ass post but please read, I made my best to make it enjoyable and actually funny. I’ll be reblogging this post from time to time so the guidelines can be seen by everyone and, if you need any help don’t hesitate to send questions to me via here or my personal blog, I’ll always reply to those pronto, ok? And, more importantly, even though I sound a little bitchy about my choices to answer, NEVER fear sending in your question, I’m not a judge, I love receiving even the bizarrely accurate descriptions of what you’d like to do to Leo on a forge, seriously. Every question is valuable and don’t be afraid to be creative. The most bizarre questions are the best to work with.

Love,

The Demigod Oracle. 

STILL RELEVANT

WHY HASN'T MY QUESTION BEEN POSTED YET?

[willkimurashat]

Exactly 0 people asked, but here I am anyway with a rating of Love Island The Game: Ex in the Villa lol!

As you’ve probably noticed, I played each volume as it came out, did not read the spoilers. I always loved litg for giving me escapism from reality I so much craved because it was a fun, problem-free game, where I was the center of attention in a good way, and pixels loved me unconditionally. That is until s5 rolled up. I was really excited about it, even though still not over s4 because they released it so close to each other, but nonetheless wanted to give it a fair go. I was very open to the story and the characters, but about half way through, I just could not defend them anymore. It wasn’t a good time anymore, it was a “how will fusebox piss me off today” time. Anyways, maybe this whole collective trauma of s5 is still very fresh in my mind, and I won’t think it’s so bad as time goes on, but here’s my thoughts on it now.

Disclaimer: All of these are obviously just my subjective, humble opinion - feel free to agree or disagree or add your own:) and if you’d like to use these categories for your own ratings - please, by all means!

Also, potential spoilers ahead:)

So. Let’s break it down into some categories…

Character design: 7/10

This is just my personal taste I guess, but they really went off with Suresh and Gabi. Meera and Johnny made me swoon too. The rest look aight, but I think slight tweaks like aligning Finn’s jaw or Kat’s eyes or making her hair less high up, stuff like that - it would really help. Also, never forget the atrocious outfits (I mean, rubber duckies? Really? The stupid hat? The abominable sandals?? Ugh…)

Character personality: 7/10

I’m probably being too generous, but I do feel like everyone had a distinct personality and a “role” in the villa. Now, where they annoying most of the time? Yes. Were they mean to MC? Also yes, but that’s a completely different point. Did we really get to know anyone or was it mostly just conversations about how Suresh would feel if MC went for someone else and vice versa? I’ll let you answer that one… Disclaimer: MC not included here, she’s an outlier and would skew the score too much.

Character diversity: 4/10

We got some range of characters, but where they done well? Starting with not specifying ethnicities of every single mixed race islander on their applications, perpetuating stereotypes about characters of color and abuse, making them toxic, continuing to make woc villains of the story… LGBT characters being all over the place and, again, villains/unlikeable… Yeah, do better fusebox.

MC design: 6.5/10

My first impression when I saw mc was… not the greatest. My second impression when I played the game - better, but not great. I think my main issue is some expressions, which are just not.. it… I appreciate that they made a curvier body type option, but the face just looks a bit off anyway? Like, don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely potential and so many people were able to make them look hot, but my mc? Idk, can’t help but think that something’s off with her every time I look at her:/ (I figured out who my mc reminds me of btw!)

MC personality: 1/10

It really is a 0, but again, I’m being generous. 16 volumes, 42 episodes and we know absolutely nothing about them. What do they like? Who’s their type? What’s their passion in life? What makes them, well, them? Who is mc? A hologram. A cardboard cut out that only has three preprogrammed comments: yes/no/i don’t know.

MC customization: 5/10

I think overall, the customization was alright and I was pretty much able to make mc look like me, but that being said, I’m a white girl, so I’m privileged enough to not have to run into problems like having ethnic hair gem blocked… And again, I like the curvy body type option, (though it’s still kinda limited), but we still can’t have a choice of feminine/masculine presenting bodies, which I don’t think is too much to ask for (they do it on Lovelink for example). And the outfits… granny fashion and shattered glass bikini? Please just.. let’s just move on.

Challenges: 5/10

The idea for challenges was quite good. Who doesn’t love an obstacle challenge, a snog, marry, pie, a heart racing challenge, or kiss the islander with ___ secret? I know I do! No, we didn’t get the baby challenge or the mean tweets, but it was still a good selection of challenges. However, they were written so… dryly? (Is that a word? It feels like it’s not, but it is now lol.) Anyway, just like the rest of the season, it’s three lines of dry textbook text that just didn’t excite me in the slightest. I read textbooks for grad school every day, I want creative writing in a romance game pretty please! I didn’t feel like I was actually there, doing the challenge. I didn’t care if I won the challenge either because there were no prizes for them anyway and no one-on-one time with our li’s, so… Good idea, poor execution:/

Drama: 3/10

E X C E S S I V E and U N C A L L E D F O R. Of course, it made sense that in a season about Exes in the Villa the main drama will be about Exes in the Villa. I get it, trust me. But you would hope that the drama will get resolved, which in my opinion, it wasn’t. Or it didn’t feel like a satisfying resolution to me personally. It kept going in circles, “hear me out!” “I’m done apologizing!” “Maybe we are different people” “I’m gonna win you back” “How do you think Suresh would feel if…?” “How do you feel now that Suresh is with…?” And the ending was that he wanted to propose to you too, but because of miscommunication it didn’t happen, making this whole drama actually pointless. And that’s only Suresh drama, which if you’re not on his route is tiring, repetitive, and… boring?

Moving on, I wrote a lot of rants about Alfie drama, so I won’t go into it, you all know how I feel. Arlo was feisty with mc for no reason, especially if you constantly reject Suresh’s advances. Drastically changing Meera’s character to an insufferable bitch was unnecessary. Same with Johnny/Nicolas - there was no indication that they are terrible people during casa amor, and the evil master plans came out of nowhere, and only served to further hurt mc. Eddie as a villain was enough for me tbh, we didn’t need the whole villa ganging up on mc. Plus, we shouldn’t be the only ones with drama, I would like to have some fun time at least, thank you very much. Overall, I’m not saying this should be Friend Island - I’ve seen the show, I know how it goes and I know some drama can be absolutely ridiculous, but I just think it wasn’t balanced out at all. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t proportional. (Maybe I’m alone in thinking this, but I think s4 had a good balance of drama/friendships/romance, so it was still there, but it wasn’t overbearing.)

Relationships: 3.5/10

The only points here are for Lulu, honestly. And Gabi, but I might be biased lol. Okay, maybe also Alfie-Finn bromance, I’m a sucker for those. Friendship-wise, the whole season I felt alone and felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. Kat was going back and forth between being my friend and being my rival. Arlo had issues with me… why exactly? I’m honestly not sure… Dana was… just there? Her friendship entailed pulling me for a chat any time I wanted to have a conversation with my li and gossiping or asking for reassurance. Meera was nothing, but an insecure bitch to me. Eddie wanted nothing to do with me, until the very end we’re apparently all buddy-buddy and he’s spilling secrets to me. Don’t forget the blackmailing too. Finn was nice only in one (1) occasion, and that is during Snog, Marry, Pie. Alfie may have been a good friend, but I didn’t do that route with him. Lulu was the only one consistently kind and on mc’s side. Gabi was an interesting addition, it’s a shame we didn’t get to know her at all basically.

Romance-wise, again, felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. It was the first season where I just wasn’t interested in anyone romantically because I didn’t get to know anyone really, and most were horrible to me. When the first character designs dropped, I liked Suresh, then was let down. I liked Alfie, then was let down. I liked Johnny, then was let down. I liked Finn, then was let down. I liked Lulu, but the choice to pick Gabi was just too tempting, and guess what? Lulu didn’t let me down, even as just a friend. (I’m glad I picked Gabi in the end, but I still know nothing about her…) Nobody really wanted mc and mc couldn’t really have anyone either. I think there was a lot of wasted potential with li’s. Like, hear me out: Suresh - enemies to lovers, Alfie/Dana - loyal routes, Finn - slow burn, Kat - friends to lovers, Johnny/Nicolas - partners in crime, Lulu - last-minute-sweep-me-off-my-feet, Gabi - messy, peak drama choice (I mean, come on, two girls wronged by the same ex get together? It’s my favorite part of this whole season - literally why I picked her, and she’s actually a sweetheart:))

Recouplings: 2/10

I remember in s4, I felt like there were too many recouplings, so in s5 they went ahead and gave us the least recouplings possible. Only once (1) can you actually pick someone you want to be with throughout the whole time in the villa, throughout all 42 episodes, all 16 volumes - right at the very end (!!!), unless you also willingly chose to twist switch to someone after casa amor. My main issue is that the whole season can be considered pointless because you can basically never couple up with who you want, casa boys wrong you and leave you anyway, bringing us back to square one with 3 og guys that you might’ve tried to escape the whole time. Or, if you’re on a Suresh route, the whole pining angst, or even, the whole idea of going to love island was useless and pointless because even though neither of them really grow or change as people (sorry my Suresh lovelies, it’s just how i see it), they finally talk it out and make up anyway, so none of these 42 episodes really mattered. Yeah, it angers me.

Finale: 4/10

As contradicting as it may sound, I do believe the team took feedback regarding s4 finale into consideration. We got final dates, prom prep, prom, declarations of love, winner announcements, love vs. money, and even a special vip guest - all components needed for a successful finale, the climactic resolution of the season, right? Wrong. I can live with the sacrifice of afterparty (not that I would want to see anyone from this season ever again anyway), but it seems natural progression of the finale was also sacrificed for the sake of jam-packing everything into the last volume. The events felt like they were happening with a speed of light: recoupling-hideaway (ugh)-date-picking a dress-prom-declaration-winners-money/love. I may be sleep deprived, but this made me even more dizzy. And not even that, but the progression of the relationship felt anything, but natural - it was more of a fever dream, really. I like you, Gabi, I do, and you’re sweet and give me full attention, but other than the fact that you like tattooing and fear squirrels, I know absolutely nothing about you (besides the obvious, of course). So all the plastic rings flying around, “being exclusive” and ahem, a PROPOSAL felt, uh… rushed. This is not Vegas, we are not eloping, and I basically don’t know you, so why, oh why would that even be an option?

Moving on, the resolution of the season overall was quite lackluster. Finn never confronted Kat, continuing on with a perfect illusion of romance for her. Well done, Finn. Suresh leaves (if you’re not with him), and decides to let loose and go to Barbados, clearly indicating that he will resort back to his old ways. Nice. Alfie claims to have become a changed man, even appears regretful about things, but who’s to say if he really did change? A half-assed “we’re friends” speech from Kat really did nothing to me neither physically nor emotionally. Sooo… 16 volumes, 42 episodes later nobody learned anything, nobody admitted they were wrong, nobody really genuinely apologized, and nobody grew as a person. Yet again - the whole season was pointless. Add in the driest, most uninteresting writing and it was enough to leave me disappointed still.

We will not talk about Bobby. I refuse to talk about Bobby. That was not Bobby, he was not canon, it did not happen, and I will not accept any criticism.

Structure: 3/10

The only points here are for casa amor, and even that wasn’t done well (i have a post about it here somewhere). Starting with only 3 couples? Only what, like, 3 recouplings ever? Not a single beach hut moment? Not a single hideaway moment??? (No no, they cannot get away with a lackluster last minute “whatever, you can have your stupid hideaway” scene in the very end of the season) We’ve only been there for what feels like a week?? Are you kidding me? It seems we keep straying further and further away from the format of the actual show it’s meant to be based on and I don’t really like that tbh.

Storyline: 5/10

Tell you what, I was actually really intrigued when they first announced the theme of the season as “Ex in the Villa”. I remember people theorizing how they’re gonna handle it, who they’re bringing in, etc. But, a few episodes in I realized just how limiting it was to constrain the whole plotline to… just Suresh. All the conversations and all the drama got very-very redundant very-very quickly. The only redeeming quality was being able to pick Gabi. Check and mate. Oh, and Lulu. Lulu is my queen:) Here’s alternative ways they could’ve improved it: let players choose who their ex is from given characters; let our ex despise mc and mc despises them back in the beginning (enemies to lovers/enemies to besties); let all islanders be exes of other islanders (it won’t be love island the show anymore, but they weren’t really sticking to the format anyway, so); let mc have multiple exes in the villa (and then those two (or three?) exes fight for them); let players choose the reason why they’re exes.

Writing: 2/10

I’m kinda conflicted because I feel like it did get better, but it also got worse? Like, I appreciate using more of love island jargon and the conversations felt pretty natural, like real people would speak, you know? (But still, I can’t really speak to that, since I don’t live in the UK, my only exposure to different accents is through tv and videos.) But at the same time all conversations (75% of which are about Suresh and MC lol) felt so repetitive and so boring and it dragged on and on and on… and then you look back at the episode and realize that nothing’s happened and you didn’t learn anything about anyone. Character development was minimal, if there at all. Very little character depth, very limited background information. I’m not even going to mention mc… Spicy scenes were basically nonexistent and a massive downgrade from s4 (don’t even talk to me). And even in general, every scene was written so dry, so robotic, and so anticlimactic that it was just constant disappointment. The constant bullying from girls to wear expensive outfits was super annoying and unnecessary as well.

Update: I initially had a higher rating for writing, but after playing the finale, I had to cut it in half for the mere reason that I have reached my limit. The utter disrespect I felt when my eyeballs glanced over the screen and read “NSFW kiss” during a prom scene with Gabi was beyond something I could accept with understanding. Perhaps in some circumstances it could be an acceptable form of writing and communicating, but personally I considered the phrasing as a placeholder, instead of a legitimate description of such kiss. I believe if the company had at least the slightest respect for their players, they would and should do the bare minimum of proofreading the text before releasing it for satisfactory gaming experience. Unfortunately, I had to remove points for personal vindication and emotional damage, which is reflective of how I have been treated as a player.

Replayability: 2/10

Hmmm idk. Idk if I’ll ever replay this one. I never got too attached to characters or the storyline, maybe because they released it so soon after s4 and I wasn’t over that yet. And when I did feel a teeny tiny spark with a character, they went on and did something stupid/annoying/hurtful, so even if I did want to go back and do their routes, I feel like they hurt me and I don’t like them much anymore. The only way I mightttt replay it at some point is to just be a bitch to everyone from the beginning because they all deserve that, honestly…

Overall score: 4/10

Well, and that about wraps it up. I never had this many… negative emotions about a season - me, the person who always tells people to not compare seasons, give it a fair go, and not take it close to heart because it’s a game. I usually love burying my face in a pillow, giggling at my screen, and kicking my feet as pixels swoon over me, professing their undying love, but I was robbed of that this season, unfortunately. I’m definitely gonna miss the memes and the rants here every Wednesday, and being the sentimental ass that I am, I will actually feel kinda sad that it’s over. At the same time, this was the first season that I spent here, as an official member of the litg fandom lol, and I’m thankful to have made friends here, bonding over this season:) Thank you for reading my rants, agreeing with me, and offering your own insights and perspectives! I hope I was able to make you laugh a little bit too:) This season prompted me to write two fics (and maybe more to come) that I’m quite proud of, and it made me want to replay other seasons, so I guess there is some good that came out of it, right? ;) and since we didn’t get a traditional ending this season, in true litg fashion I’ll say it…

…Stay hydrated, islanders xoxo

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 17 - Bad Habit [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Everyone needs help sometimes.

Series Masterlist

It wasn’t that there weren’t any spies who didn’t lie to their superiors.

There just weren’t any spies who lied to their superiors and lived to tell the tale, especially on high stakes missions like these.

You tried to convince yourself that the General would never find out, but that wasn’t the only reason why you were freaking out. Putting false information on your report was bad, yes, but the worst part was that you were beginning to find it harder and harder to report whatever information you found out about your fake boyfriend.

For some reason, you had a feeling it wouldn’t just stop at one lie.

Your eyes opened as you snapped out of your sleep all of a sudden and you took a look at the window, but it was still dark outside. That wasn’t the problem, the problem was that you had gone to sleep with Bucky by your side but now you were in an empty bed.

“Bucky?” you whispered into the darkness and sat up in the bed. After kicking off the covers, you made your way to the living room but as soon as you got there, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you.

“Hey,” you whispered, “Are you okay? Are the bandages too tight?”

He pressed a hand over his side to check the bandage, then shook his head.

“No, no…” he said, “Did I wake you up?”

“Nope,” you said, “Is the bed too uncomfortable?”

“The opposite.”

You tilted your head “The bed is too…comfortable?”

He let out a small bitter chuckle and ran a hand over his face as you stepped into the room, then sat down on the floor as well.

“I’m not really used to…” he waved a hand to motion around you, “It’s not familiar to be comfortable.”

Ah.

Of course. You should’ve seen it coming, he was a soldier and coming back home was always so hard for soldiers, especially in Bucky’s situation.

You had so many nightmares after bad missions, you had no idea how you would sleep if you had anything close to what he had been through.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked and he shook his head again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen.”

“Don’t be,” you murmured, “Do you want to be alone?”

“No,” he paused for a moment, “Please stay.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you pushed your hair behind you ear, taking a look at the pillow and the throw on the couch, then grabbed them and put them on the floor.

“Y/N, you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

You rushed to the bedroom to grab your pillows and the blanket off the bed, then went back to the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“It’ll be fun,” you said, putting the pillows and blanket on the floor. “Like we’re outside, only not with…annoying bugs.”

“You’re not serious.”

You plopped down the floor and gave him a bright smile. “I am!”

“Darling….” He started but shook his head with a sigh as you lay on your side, pulling the blanket over your shoulders.

“I’m very stubborn, you’re wasting your time if you’re trying to change my mind,” you informed him and he shot you a small smile, then lay down as well. You entwined your fingers with his, then looked up at the ceiling.

“My virtue is so screwed,” you pointed out, making him huff out a laughter.

“Oh absolutely.”

“I mean, there goes my hopes of…” you trailed off, “White picket fence house and puffy skirts and homemade pies.”

“What, you don’t want them with me?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat, then you stole a look at him.

“Can you even imagine that?”

“Yes I can.”

“I think I picture a movie,” you said, “There’s this….big yard, and white picket fences and we painted the house white but the door is red.  And there’s a dog and— feel free to stop me anytime, Bucky.”

“Don’t,” he smiled as if picturing what you were describing made him happy, “Just keep going.”

“We have a rescue dog,” you said, “We got him from a shelter and named him… um, we named him something funny.”

“Is it a big dog?”

“Yeah and you take him on a run every night. Mornings with me, nights with you.”

“That’s a good schedule.”

“He likes me better.”

“Ouch,” his smile widened, “I don’t blame him.”

You hummed, “And you have a mustache I think.”

He shot you a look, “If you say a Clark Gable mustache…”

“I’m just putting it out there—”

“Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“Fine,” you let out a laugh, “And we have an apple tree in the garden. Wait no— we have an apple tree and a peach tree.”

“How big is the garden?”

“Not so big,” you said, “Like in those movies.”

He paused for a moment and you stole a look at him.

“You wanted a big garden?”

“Well,” he said, “We need a big garden for the treehouse.”

“We have a treehouse?”

“Depends,” he said slowly, as if he was intimidated, “Kids love treehouses.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of having kids with him, for the hundredth time the image of a happier future where you weren’t a spy flashing in front of your eyes. You tried to stop the smile pulling at your lips.

“Yeah,” you said, “I think our kids would love them too.”

You could see the ghost of a smile on his face as he rubbed his thumb over your hand.

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm,” you yawned, “And in summer we would put a bouncy house thing in the garden and we would put a hammock between the peach tree and the apple tree and we would relax there while the kids are wreaking havoc in the bouncy house.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, sleep luring you as you closed your eyes, taking in his scent, “Sounds like a good plan.”

                                                           ***

You really didn’t have time to second guess yourself today. Yes you had lied to the General and spent the whole night with Bucky imagining an impossible future but now, you had to keep your head in the game.

You would figure out what you would do. Eventually.

This was a mission. You had to start acting like it.

“I don’t think I like this one,” you called out from the dressing room and in a second, the door opened to reveal Chloe who raised her brows.

“Wow.”

You tilted your head and stepped outside to look at yourself better. The gold body chain wrapped around the lingerie gleamed under the shop’s bright lights and you fixed the suspenders, clicking your tongue.

“Nah. I don’t think so.”

“Wow,” she said again, “I hate you so much, why do you look so hot in lingerie?”

“Chloe, every woman looks hot in lingerie,” you said as you walked back to the dressing room to try the next lingerie set. It was a red lace bodysuit and after a moment of struggle, you got into it, and opened the door again.

“Not this one either.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to sleep with him!” Chloe squealed, “Are you excited?”

You cleared your throat, “It’s just a mission.”

“Yeah but you want to sleep with him?”

“The dude is hot.”

“Y/N.”

“What?” you fixed your hair and frowned at your reflection, “Nope. I don’t like this. It’s too….meh.”

“I doubt Barnes would say meh if he saw you in this,” she said, “He’d probably pass out. You look like you’re about to grab your whip or something. Oh— Y/N, you should like tie him up or something! If we’re not going full on vintage, show him the modern fun times!”

You shot her a look, “Something tells me he doesn’t like to be tied up Chloe.”

“Why not?”

“Uh, because HYDRA scumbags tied him up a lot and he still has nightmares about it?”

“Ah,” she said, “I forgot about that. Hey, maybe he could tie you up!”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I said to Julian when he suggested I called him sir in bed,” you stated, “No thank you, I don’t do that sub thing.”

“Now I kind of wish we specified your cover’s kinks,” she heaved a sigh, “It’d make things so much easier.”

“My cover likes to be in control.”

“No, real you likes to be in control,” she corrected you, “Nothing about your cover says control.”

“Chloe—“ you started but stopped talking when the shop assistant approached you.

“Do you find it to your liking?”

“Um, not exactly,” you said, “I mean I like the color but overall—“

“Do you have bridal sets?” Chloe cut you off and your eyes widened.

“Easy there.”

“Like maybe soft pastel tones…. The whole thing though, garter belt and stockings and everything.”

“Of course!” she said, “We have some new arrivals, let me bring them here.”

“Chloe!” you whispered as the shop assistant walked away, “What the fuck?”

“Think about the dresses we picked for your cover,” she said, “Soft pastels. It makes sense that your cover would pick those shades in lingerie too.”

“Bridal? Really?”

“I mean, Barnes will want to propose you right there when he sees you in them so…” she grinned at you while you narrowed your eyes at her, “Come on! I’m very curious about how he is in bed.”

You tilted your head, “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” you asked, “Because love triangles are so early 2000s.”

“Hilarious,” she deadpanned, “And no. My type is more—relaxed. Less serious.”

You scoffed and leaned back on the wall, crossing your arms, “You could just say Keith.”

She shifted her weight, biting on her lip. “I mean…” she trailed off, “He still doesn’t make a move though.”

“Why don’t you make a move?”

“I could never!” she gasped, “Nope. Ever. Besides, I thought you were against me dating spies.”

“I am,” you admitted, “But it’s your love life. If you want to date a guy who has an extremely dangerous job and worry about whether or not he will come back to you alive….”

“You’re very romantic, Y/N,” she said as the assistant came closer, holding the set. Even you had to admit, it looked very sexy and beautiful at the same time, with soft pastel lace adorning the fabric, and you took a look at the basque, then walked inside.

“Besides, you’re the one to talk.” Chloe called out as you got into the lingerie, then ran your fingers over the garter belt.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Your boyfriend does dangerous stuff too.”

“Fake boyfriend,” you corrected her, fixing the basque, and as soon as your reflection caught your eye, you raised your brows.

“Okay, maybe you had a point,” you admitted and opened the door, and Chloe grinned at you.

“See,” she said, “This is what I was talking about.”

You smirked at her and leaned on your hip, still looking in the mirror.

“Fine, I like this one.”

“Told you,” she sang and you crossed your arms.

“What dangerous stuff has he been doing lately?”

“He was texting with Wilson about some HYDRA person,” Chloe said, “Apparently they want to go after him. Tonight.”

“What HYDRA person?”

“No clue. And we can’t send a team because then it’ll be obvious— Y/N, I know that look,” she shook her head fervently, “No.”

You tried to look as innocent as possible, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You want to go after the same HYDRA person as them, but you have specific orders and we still haven’t got the okay from the top of the chain of command to go after that scum.”

“Chloe.”

“No. I’m not going to give you the address.”

“Well if Barnes ends up dead, I won’t have a mission will I?”

“He’s going to be fine, he fights better than you.”

You gasped, “How dare you?”

“He fights better than everyone in the division!” she insisted, “He can take care of himself.”

You pouted, “Fine,” you said, “I guess I won’t give Keith the idea of taking you out on a date then.”

She paused for a moment, “That’s bribery.”

“Uh huh.”

“You have no shame, do you?”

You motioned at the lingerie set you were in, “Does it look like it?”

She rubbed at her eye and let out a small whine.

“If my dad asks—“

“He’s not going to know.”

“Do you promise to behave?”

“I always behave,” you stated, making her snort.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Please?” you asked, “I promise I’ll be safe. I’ll just make sure he’s alive, that’s it. I won’t get involved in anything.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

Chloe pursed her lips. “For your information, I think picnics are romantic.”

“Dully noted,” you said, “Trust me, he will take you on a picnic. So, do we have a deal?”

She rolled her eyes, then nodded, making you let out a laugh and walk back to the changing room.

“I want candles on that picnic too!”

“Send me the list of your demands,” you called out, “I’ll make sure they’re all covered.”

                                                      ***

In all honesty, Chloe was terrible at saying no to people, especially the people she loved.

You fixed your ski mask as you took a look at the text Bucky had sent you after you asked him what he was doing;

Nothing much, going home soon. You?  

“Liar liar….” You sang as you typed your reply.

Soup Kitchen was so tiring, I think I’ll go to bed early tonight.

Fine. Maybe he wasn’t the only liar in this relationship.

You took a look at the building’s window through your binoculars, then lowered them to check your phone when it vibrated.

Good idea. Sweet dreams darling.

You tried to ignore the smile on your lips but as soon as you heard gunshots coming from the building, your head shot up.

“Shit,” you murmured and tried to see what was happening, but it was impossible. Whoever they were, they were definitely staying away from windows.

“Not gonna get involved,” you muttered, “Not gonna get involved, it’s stupid and puts the mission in danger. I’ll stay right here, he can take care of himself.”

For about five seconds, it worked.

“I’m being stupid,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed the gear around your waist, then checked whether it would actually carry you, “I’m being so fucking stupid, I haven’t even slept with the dude yet….”

You went over to the edge of the rooftop, then took a deep breath, grabbed the cables and jumped to crash through the window of the building the gunshots were coming from. You pulled your gun to shoot the person who looked like he was about to shoot Bucky, sending him to the ground and Bucky pushed the guy he was fighting with through the wall, then turned around to point the gun at you but as soon as he did, he frowned.

“….Shrike?”

“Hi handsome.” You unbuckled the rope from the harness, sending it up to the rooftop again as he lowered his gun. “Need a hand?”

Chapter 18

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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

                                                      BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

~

“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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                                                           TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks  (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

~

“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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                                                      ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.  

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior. 

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt. 

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car. 

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up. 

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home 

~

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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                                                     OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes. 

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.” 

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too. 

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head. 

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly. 

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.” 

~

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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                                                HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

~

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

[married-to-google-translater]

Now that I think about it, I don't think it matters about the gender of MC to be honest. I think the only reason why they didnt really specify is because nor all players are male or not all are female or non-binary . So I think they just treat MC as gender neutral tbh so that female players dont feel like they are constantly referred as a boys and male players don't feel like they are referred to as a girls. And the non binary players are mistaken for a he OR a she. To kind of make it all equal.

Of course in the manga, Yuu/Yuuken was introduced as a male but thats the manga, but i dont think Disney intended him to replace the people behind the screem of the game tbh. Why would the game talk to you in the 2nd person if there is already a character for that already or they could have never even ask for OUR names if there was a character like that already.To all the people who thinks that MC cant possibly be a girl/boy/gender-neutral, you literally got teleported to another world, which even the dark mirror/Crowley doesnt understand. I don't think whatever brought you to Twisted Wonderland even cared to see what gender you were or how magical you were even though it sent you to a boys' school.

Sorry if I came across as aggressive (if I even did) but this is to the people who have a problem when they think Yuu/MC/reader (whatever you call it) can't be anything other than a male character and have a problem with creators who write them as gender-neutral or female. Of course it isn't a problem if you prefer it to be a male character but please don't slander the ones who prefer it not to be. I mean Twst came out a year or two years ago, not a century so I don't think every female character in it will end up having such a traditional role. Maybe Eliza did but there were some female characters in Chaoter 6 that didn't have those kind if roles.

Feel free to challenge my opinion since I am an open minded person and is open to other people's opinions too and I promise this wasn't an attack to male MC preferences at all.Please understand that it is an OPINION.

Those were really good points. I haven't played twst myself, so I didn't know that they refer to Mc by name or in the second person. Or that they treat Mc genre neutral for behavior. Which is actually a really reasonable bet because this way some players can forget that Mc is a man.

And when it comes to Manga (and maybe also Visual Novel ) it's true. Their purpose is to tell the story and not to make the reader imagine that they are the main character.

I'm not familiar with the matter, but I believe that the majority of Male Mc supporters want Mc to be a man so that they can identify with the character themselves. As an earlier Anon commented they don't have that much material. Not even a fandom because several authors only write Fem Mc ( this is not an accusation. )

That's why it would be important to them. As far as I know, Obey me is ONLY an anime based on an Otome game where Mc is gender neutral. I hope that romantic anime with a gender-neutral protagonist will become more common.

Thank you for taking the time to participate in the discussion and writing this really long post. I wish you a good day/evening.

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Oh Brother

Pairing: Peter Parker x Flash’s sister!reader

Requested by @forlaughingoutl0ud : Peter has a crush on you, despite how much your brother torments him

Masterlist

Flash was known to torment Peter.

You, being Flash’s sister, were known to defend Peter from your brothers antics.

“Morning, Penis Parker.” Flash came up to Peter at his locker. “What did you have for breakfast this morning? Food stamps?”

Before Peter could respond, you appeared behind Flash and grabbed his ear.

“Ow! Ow ow ow ow!” He whined as you pulled him by the ear, dragging him away from Peter. Peter watched you with a smile as you dragged your brother away.

“Let’s go.” You sighed. “If you’re late to homeroom, Mrs. Weiss is gonna send a note home. Again.”

It was an every day occurrence.

“Nice shoes, Parker.” Flash snorted. “Dumpster diving is so amazing these days, isn’t it?”

“Oh my God, you’re so funny.” You whipped around in your seat and narrowed your eyes at your brother. “Tell us another one. Please?”

He liked it to keep it consistent.

“Can anyone tell me what this number is?” Your teacher asked as she wrote the digits of Pi, 3.14, on the board.

“It’s Parker’s annual income.” Flash called out, earning a few laughs.

“Why is it that no one ever wants to hear you speak and yet you’re always talking?” You piped up in Peters defense. The class “ooed” at your comeback and Peter smiled shyly to himself.

“Whatever.” Flash scoffed. “You look fat today.”

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You directed your attention to Peter. “He’s a little cranky this morning.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled sheepishly. You smiled back and shot him a wink before turning around in your seat.

And that was when Peter realized he was whipped for you.

“Can anyone tell me what an impulse is?” The teacher asked the class one day. “Yes, Flash?”

“It’s something you really want to do and have no control over.” Flash answered. “Like when I give Peter a wedgie during gym class, I did it on an impulse. That means I can’t be held responsible.”

“No.” The teacher signed. “Can anyone else tell me what it is? Yes, Peter?”

“A change in momentum.” Peter said, just a little smugly. “Ft equals mv minus mu.”

“Thank you, Peter.” The teacher smiled. “That’s right.”

“I was technically also right.” Flash spoke up. “You didn’t specify what context it was in.”

“This is a physics class.” You laughed. “That’s your context.”

“Whatever. You don’t have to defend him just because he has a giant crush on you.” Flash shot back and the class reacted accordingly. It was common knowledge that Peter had feelings for you and Flash liked to use that to his advantage.

“What? No I don’t.” Peter stammered. “That would be stupid.”

“Why would it be stupid?” You looked at him curiously, sending a flush across his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Can we get back to the lesson, please?” Your teacher asked through a tight smile. “You three can sort this out in your free time.”

“Lucky for us, Peter never has anything but free time.” Flash taunted. “Being poor really opens up your schedule.”

“Leave him alone, Eugene.” You snapped. “This is why mom doesn’t love you.”

“She does too!” Flash took the bait. “You’re the adopted one.”

“I know.” You shrugged smugly. “Our parents chose me. You were just an unfortunate accident.”

“My existence is not unfortunate.” He stated.

“Aren’t you a Gemini?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He said.

I’m a Gemini too I’m so sorry

“Then yeah, it is.” You scrunched your nose. The class stopped laughed at Peter and directed their attention to Flash. Peter looked at you in amazement and you winked at him.

“Thompsons.” The teacher interrupted. “I want you out of this class. Both of you. Now.”

You glared at your brother angrily as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door.

“This is all your fault.” He growled at you as he opened the door.

“Oh, please.” Your argument was muffled as you made your way down the hallway.

Peter’s leg bounced in anticipation as he waited for the bell to ring, springing out of his seat as soon as it did. He immediately went to your locker, where you were busy putting your books away. Peter took a deep breath before he approached you, nervously making the first move.

“Hey.” He spoke up, making you turn your head in his direction. You shot him a smile that heated his entire face up.

“Hey, Peter.” You greeted. “Did I miss anything fun in physics?”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “Unless you like learning about momentum.”

“You know what, Peter? I can’t say I do.” You chuckled as you took a notebook out of your locker.

“Thanks for sticking up for me before. I’m sorry you got kicked out of class.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You shook your head and shut your locker. “It was totally worth it to put Flash in his place. Plus, I’m totally gonna dip his toothbrush in the toilet later. Walk with me.”

He began to walk with you out of school and in the direction of the residential buildings.

“Do siblings do that?” He wondered. “I’m an only child.”

“Are you? You’re so lucky.” You sighed. “Do you know how many times I’ve fallen into the toilet because he left the seat up?”

“Yeah, thats never happened to me.” He laughed gently. “I take it you guys don’t get along.”

“It’s weird with siblings.” You shrugged. “One minute we hate each other, the next minute we’re talking about the stupid games we used to play on long car rides. There’s no way to describe it.”

“I can’t imagine living with him. It’s hard enough to spend 8 hours a day with him. No offense.” He added quickly.

“None taken.” You smiled at him. “It’s not fun to live with him. The amount of times I’ve walked into the bathroom after him and choked on his body spray is unacceptable. I think he’s trying to kill me.”

“I would be very upset if he did that.” Peter said softly.

“Did what?”

“Killed you.” He looked at you and held your gaze for a moment. You smiled shyly at each other before looking straight ahead.

“What did you mean before when you said it would be stupid to have a crush on me?” You wondered out loud.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Flash has just been bullying me since first grade. It would be stupid if the girl I decided to pine after was his sister.”

“I don’t think that would be stupid.” You shrugged as you snuck a glance at him. Peter blinked in surprise as he made eye contact with you. You both stopped, standing alone in an alleyway now.

“You…you don’t?” He looked at you shyly.

“Not at all.” You shook your head slowly as you took a step closer to him. Peter looked at his shoes for a moment as he gathered some courage, just enough to do what he’d been meaning to do for years now.

“Would you wanna go out sometime then?” He blurted. “Like, on a date?”

“I’d love to.” You smiled. “You still have my number from that group project right?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, still swimming from the fact your said yes.

“Then you should text me.”

“I will.” He promised.

“Good. I have to walk back to school before Flash notices I’m gone. I’ll be waiting for that text.” You winked at him and he let out a flustered laugh. You took this as an opportunity to lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling his skin heat up beneath your lips. You pulled away and squeezed his hand before leaving him alone in the alley.

Yeah, he was definitely whipped.

“Penis Parker.” Flash slammed an open hand against the lockers next to Peter the following day. “Do you want to tell me why I kept seeing your name on my sister phone last night? Why were you texting her? Are you trying to colonize my families bloodline or something? No white men allowed.”

“What? And no.” Peters face heated up at the accusation. “We’re just friends.”

“You don’t have friends.” Flash snapped.

“Yes he does.” You appeared behind your brother and pushed him lightly. “That’ll be all, thank you.”

Flash narrowed his eyes at you before returning his attention to Peter.

“If you go near my sister again, I’m gonna turn your innie belly button into an outie.” Flash whispered.

“How?” Peter asked with genuine curiosity.

“You don’t want to find out.” He said through gritted teeth before storming away.

“He’s so annoying.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against Peters locker. “You look cute today.”

“Thanks.” Peter chuckled shyly as he looked down at his outfit. “I, um, I have a dilemma.”

“Is this about our date?” You worried.

“It’s just, your family is rich and my family is just me and my aunt. I know Flash makes a lot of jokes about me being poor, but they’re not really jokes.” He explained sheepishly. “I don’t think I can give you the kind of magical date you deserve.”

“Peter, I don’t need a fancy date. I just want to be with you.” You assured him as you stroked his cheek. “Why don’t you bring your favorite snack and I’ll bring my favorite drink and we can lay on top of your building and stargaze?”

“That sounds kinda perfect.” He admitted with a sly smile.

“Does tonight work?” You asked hopefully.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in Physics.” You squeezed his hand before walking away.

You walked into your living room that night, all dressed up for your date. You stopped in front of a mirror to check your makeup, accidentally catches Flash’s eye.

“You look nice.” Flash said as his eyes flicked from you to his phone. “But you know, prostitution is still illegal in New York. It’s a damn shame, though. Sex work is still work.”

“You know, every once in a while, something intelligent comes out of your mouth. Gives me goosebumps every time.” You teased him as you applied your lipgloss.

“Wait, where are you going?” He put his phone down. “It’s a Wednesday night.”

“I’m going to a friends building to look at the stars.” You told him most of the truth.

“Are you walking there?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “It’s not that far.”

“Let me drive you. You have your mace on you, right?” He asked from the kitchen as he grabbed his keys.

“Always.”

“Okay.” He reappeared with his keys. “Let’s go.”

You kept light conversation as you drove to Peters apartment building, careful not to reveal who you were meeting. Flash parked out front and looked at the building in disdain.

“Your friend lives here?” He grimaced. “Is she poor?”

“Shut up. Those jokes aren’t nice.” You shoved him lightly. “Thanks for driving me.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded. “Text me when I should pick you up.”

“I will. Get home safe.” You told him as you got out of the car.

“Whatever. Don’t get pregnant.” He pointed at you. “I mean it.”

“Drive away.” You rolled your eyes as you shut the car door. You walked into the lobby and found the elevator, letting out a nervous breath as you got in. You were standing in from of Peters door in no time, anxiously waiting for him to open it.

Finally, he did.

“Are you ready to stargaze?” You asked as you held up a jug of apple juice.

“Are you ready to eat this entire box of goldfish?” Peter responded as he held up a carton of goldfish.

“You know it.” You laughed and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

An hour later, you were lying on your backs in opposite directions with your heads pressed together, staring up at the stars.

“I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than a night sky.” You sighed in content.

“I know something.” Peter looked at you, though you were upside down from his perspective.

“If you say me, I’m going kick you in the throat.” You laughed as you looked at him.

“Why?” He laughed as well.

“I don’t know.” You covered your face with your hands. “I’m not good with compliments. I don’t know how to respond.”

Peter turned his head so he was looking at you, eyes trailing over your side profile.

“I think you’re beautiful.” He told you, loving the way it made your draw drop. You rolled onto your side and looked at him before rolled on top. You rested your arms on either side of his face, admiring his face in the starlight, even if it was upside down. Your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes and before he knew it, you were kissing him. He tilted his chin up so he could kiss you back, finding the position a little awkward as your nose bumped his chin. You both giggled into the kiss before continuing, only breaking away when you needed air. You flipped back on your back and let out a happy sigh, covering your face with your hand to hide your smile.

“That’s one way to respond.” Peter joked, breaking the silence. You laughed and rolled onto your side, him doing the same.

“I really like you.” You admitted, scrunching your nose at how weird it felt to say out loud.

“I really like you too.” Peter told you before leaning in for another kiss.

And that was the beginning of your relationship. You both knew Flash could not find out that you were dating, at least not yet. You had to cave and tell him you and Peter were friends around your second month of dating after he caught him in your room, but you didn’t tell him the full extent of your relationship. You disguised dates as casual hangouts, to which Flash heavily objected. He made his disliking for your “friendship” with Peter known.

“Ugh. You two.” Flash grumbled when he came into the kitchen to find you and Peter making cookies. You gave Peter a pointed look that told him to ignore your brother as Flash got food out of the pantry.

“Cracker.” He looked at Peter with a box of snacks in his hands.

“No thank you.” Peter said politely.

“I wasn’t offering. I was insulting.” Flash blew him a kiss before putting a cracker in his mouth. Peter looked at you for help and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“How are you two friends?” He wondered. “You’re the worst people on the planet.”

“I beg to differ.” Peter began. “I think-“

“The beg.” Flash snapped before winking at Peter.

“We’re friends because we have similar interest.” You shrugged as you stirred the ingredients. “For example, we’re both very interested in you leaving the room.”

“Whatever. I was just making sure Parker doesn’t steal anything.” Flash shot daggers at Peter as he got a drink from the refrigerator. You and Peter stood in silence until you were sure Flash was gone, sighing in relief when he disappeared.

“Do you think he knows?” You whispered to Peter out of the corner of your mouth.

“He doesn’t suspect a thing.” Peter shook his head before pulling you into a kiss.

This was how it continued for month. You posed as friends and dated in secret, never letting your brother know the truth.

“Guess who?” You felt hands cover your eyes from behind. You immediately recognized Peters voice and turned around in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Flash could walk in at any minute.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He smiled. “Happy three month anniversary, princess.”

“Happy anniversary, lover.” You smiled back at him before pulling him into a long kiss. For once, you didn’t care if your brother walked in. All you cared about was Peter.

“I have something for you.” Peter smirked once he pulled away.

“What? You didn’t have to get me anything.” You told him.

“Course I did.” He shrugged as he took a small box out of his pocket. “It’s okay if you didn’t get me anything.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t get you anything.” You winked at him before disappearing into your closet. You returned with a large carton of Goldfish with a bright red bow on it.

“Goldfish!” He lit up. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did, lover. How could I forget the taste of your goldfish breath the first time I kissed you?” You teased him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well you must’ve like it since you’ve come back for more everyday since.” He shot back before kissing you. “Open yours.”

You took the box from him and opened it up, finding a hand maid needed bracelet with a moon decal that looked like Peter had carved himself.

“The moon?” You looked up at him with a curious smile.

“It’s a waxing crescent. That’s what the moon looked like the night you kissed me. I have a matching one, see?” He held up his wrist to show you his bracelet. You stated at it for a moment before your eyes went back to his gift.

“Peter.” You mumbled without taking your eyes away from the bracelet.

“Do you like it?” He bit his lip as he waited for your reaction. You looked up at him with a grin before throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly.

“I love it.” You said into his ear. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m so glad you like it.” He smiled at you for a moment before getting serious. As he was looking at you, he realized he had never trusted someone more. Something came over him that made him want to give you every thing he had, including his deepest secret.

“I have to tell you something. No, I, I want to tell you something.” He corrected. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, actually. Um, this is so hard to say, wow.”

“It’s okay, Peter.” You put your hand in his face when you saw how flustered his was getting. “I love you too.”

Peter’s face drained of color at your confession as that was not at all what he was about to say.

“What?” He squeaked.

“I love you too.” You repeated, not understanding his confusion.

“That’s…that’s not what I was gonna say.” He blurted and your face fell.

“Oh.” You withdrew your arms from around his neck, feeling embarrassment and disappointment all at once. Peter realized his mistake and tried to pull you back.

“No, no.” Peter said quickly. “I was gonna tell you I’m Spider-Man.”

“What?” You nearly screamed.

“But I love you too! I love you so much.” He took your face in his hands and kissed you repeatedly.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You pushed him away long enough to ask.

“Yes. But more importantly, we’re in love!” He kissed you again. “Happy three months.”

“Happy three months.” You giggled between kisses.

You stood with Peter outside of school a few months later as you waited for Flash to come out.

“This is my least favorite part of the day.” Peter pouted as he rubbed your hand with his thumb.

“Why?” You tilted your head.

“I don’t get to see you anymore.” He looked at you with a shy smile. You smiled back at his cuteness and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Marching band ends at 4 right? How about I come over after that? We can do anything you want.” You suggested as you played with the collar of his shirt.

“Anything I want?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’m feeling generous.” You shrugged. You were about to lean in to kiss him when you noticed your brother in the distance.

“Oh no.” You sighed and stepped back from Peter. “Don’t turn around.”

“Hey Penis Parker.” Flash jumped behind Peter and smacked his butt before looking at you. “Sup bitch.”

“Hi Flash.” You smiled tightly at him.

“What are you losers taking about?” He asked. “How you’re never gonna lose your virginities?”

You and Peter exchanged a knowing look and he turned his head to snort.

“We’re talking about how grabbing peoples butts without their permission is sexual harassment.” You spoke up to cover Peters laugh.

“Oh, really? That’s cool.” He smacked Peters butt again. “Are you ready to go? My car is on and she’s ready to purr.”

“God, I hate you.” You sighed. “I’ll see you later, Peter.”

“See you later. Bye.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, entirely forgetting that Flash was there. Your eyes widened as Peter was about to walk away, but Flash held his hand up to stop him.

“Hold up.” He looked at Peter. “What was that?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked at you, only realizing his mistake when he noticed your messed up lipstick. He let out a small gasp before looking at Flash, who was shaking with anger.

“Um…physical affection?” Peter said weakly. You slammed your palm against your forehead and let out a sigh.

“Thanks for the run down, Penis Parker.” Flash snapped. “You’re dating my sister?”

“Yeah, Flash.” You put a hand on Peters shoulder. “Peter and I are dating.”

“Excuse me a minute.” He held up and finger before bending down as if he was going to puke. “BLEH.”

You rolled your eyes as your brother continued to make puking sounds.

“I cannot stand this man.” You grumbled. Flash stopped for a moment and stood up, looking eerily composed.

“Y/n, could you give Peter and I a minute to ourselves, please?” He said through a tight smile.

“Um, are you gonna kill him?” You scratched your ear as you looked between your fearfully boyfriend and your suspiciously calm brother.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Flash said, never breaking his smile.

“Don’t go.” Peter looked at you in fear.

“You’ll be okay.” You decided. “I’ll be right over there.”

Flash waited until you walked away until he started interrogating Peter.

“How long had this been going on?” Flash started out.

“Seven months.” Peter told him.

“Is it serious?”

“I love her.” Peter smiled shyly.

“Gross.” Flash gagged. “Does she love you back?”

“Yes.” Peter nodded. “She tells me everyday.”

“So every time I drove into the slums of New York to drop her off at the cardboard box you call an apartment building, I was dropping her off at your place? I was hand delivering my sister to you?” Flash realized.

“Yes.” Peter repeated. “Are you mad?”

“You know what”,Flash let out a breath, “I’m okay.”

“You are?” Peters jaw dropped a little. He had been expecting a beating, or at least a wedgie.

“Yeah.” Flash put his hand on Peters shoulder and rubbed it. “She couldn’t be in better hands, Spiderman.”

He had whispered the last part, making all the blood drain from Peters face.

“How did you-“

“I eavesdrop on people constantly.” Flash cut him off. “I can’t stop. My therapist says it’s because I didn’t get enough attention as a kid, but what does that bitch know? I overheard her husband on the phone telling her that their kid bit somebody again. Again! I never did that. The moon bracelet was a nice touch, by the way. She really likes it.”

“You just told me way too much about you.” Peter blinked a few times as he processed what he just heard.

“Now we’re even.” Flash smirked and shot him a wink.

“Are you gonna tell anyone?” He asked nervously.

“Course not. I would do anything for Spider-Man.” Flash stated firmly. “That secret is safe with me. I am, however, gonna tell everyone that you and her are dating.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s super embarrassing for her. Later, Parker.” He held out his hands for Peter to shake, pulling him in when their hands touched.

“Swing me around the city in your arms and I won’t kill you for dating my sister.” He whispered in Peters ear. Peter looked at him in fear as he walked away. You immediately ran up to Peter once your brother was gone and put a hand on his arm.

“What happened?” You asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Peter told you. “I think I have a date with your brother.”

“You - huh?” You asked for clarification but Peter just shook his head.

“I don’t know.” He sighed in defeat. “I’ll text you after band practice.”

“Yeah I’ll-“ You were cut off by Flash honking his horn and calling your name.

“I’ll text you later.” You grumbled and shot a look at Flash.

“Okay.” Peter kissed you before you began to walk away. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You called over your shoulder as you made your way to Flash’s car. Upon hearing this, Flash just had to chime in.

“I love you too Penis Parker!”

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[waka-chan-out]

“You Asked For It.”

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 3.6k

content warning: PEGGING, established relationship, established safeword (not used), orgasm denial, hand job, fingering (m. receiving), light teasing because it’s tsukishima, tsukki calls you ma’am twice, lots of swearing

also featuring: hinata, kageyama, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, and kenma

“Hey, Tsukki dude, it’s your turn!” Bokuto said, knees happily bouncing against the carpeted floor. Tsukki rolled his eyes and shot you a glance. You smiled, looking back at him over the girl that sat between you. Though neither of you were party people, you knew he’d have been upset if he missed this. The old volleyball club boys only got together every so often, so you had to drag him out of the apartment whenever it happened. Even though he was back to being his normal, slightly grump self, you could tell he was happy. Living with him for the past six months had made it much easier to read him, even when he seemed like he had an expression spectrum that spanned from a smirk to a frown.

“Alright,” he said, holding up his six remaining fingers. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone on one of the old volleyball teams.”

“Oo, that’s a good one,” Hinata said, glancing around eagerly at everyone’s hands. You put down a finger. Easy, obvious answer. There was hesitation in the rest of the group.

“What qualifies as hooking up?” Kageyama asked.

“Why do you need to know, Tobio? Got something to confess?” Kuroo teased. Kageyama’s eyebrow’s furrowed.

“I’m not asking for myself. I just think it’s important to clarify.”

“Whatever you say.” Kuroo chuckled, leaning back on his hands. He sat between two girls that you didn’t know. Apparently, Bokuto had arranged the gathering and didn’t exactly narrow down the guest list to old volleyball players, so though a lot of the old team members were there, some random people had attended and things got out of hand fairly quickly.

“Let’s say making out and beyond just to sate my own curiosity.” Tsukki continued. “You don’t have to specify if you don’t want to.” There was a cough from across the circle and Bokuto shifted awkwardly.

“How many fingers do you have, Bo?” you asked. He holds up four.

“How many did you have?” Akaashi asked, leaning forward from where he sat next to him, legs crossed carefully.

“It’s not my fault you guys weren’t paying attention,” Bokuto said, sticking his nose in the air.

“I think he had five,” Hinata said.

Kageyama laughed loudly. “I’m pretty sure Akaashi put a finger down too.”

“Akaashiiiiiii!” Bokuto said, leaning over onto his setter.

“Get off of me, Bokuto-san.”

“They’re being crazy. Tell them, Akaashi.”

“Tsukishima said we didn’t have to specify.”

Tsukki and Kuroo were doubled over in fits of laughter, clearly unsure what to make of what was going on.

“Someone else needs to hurry up and take their turn before Bokuto-san cries.”

“Akaashiiiiii!”

“Okay, okay,” the girl next to you said. “Never have I ever participated in…” she trailed off and looked embarrassed.

“Just say it,” Kuroo said, still laughing a bit.

“Anal,” she mumbled, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. Several laughs broke out across the group as a handful of fingers went down amongst the boys. You hesitated, winced, and put your finger down, hoping no one would notice. Tsukki looked at you, surprised. The girl that had asked the question grabbed your wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re the only girl that said yes! Was it awful? Did it hurt? Was it good? I don’t trust their answers.” You look at Tsukki with wide eyes, then back to her.

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can really answer those.”

“Oh come on,” Kuroo said. “It’s all for fun. Nothing leaves the circle. I think we’re all curious.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you said, laughing. “I just genuinely can’t answer those questions. I wasn’t the one receiving.” The girl squeaked and Kuroo’s mouth fell wide open.

“Tsukki, did--”

“Nope,” he responded forcefully. Bokuto let out a guffaw and held out his hand for a high five. You gave him a gentle one, laughing with the group but cringing a bit when you looked back at Tsukki. He didn’t look upset, just dumbstruck.

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“So . . . that was interesting,” you said as you laid down on your bed, trying to get in the first word.

“What was?” Tsukishima asked, nonchalantly taking off his jacket. You laughed.

“You know exactly what.”

He scoffed. “I thought it was obvious that Bokuto-san and Akaashi were hooking up, but I guess everyone was pretty surprised.”

“God, Kei, I’m talking about the anal question.”

“Of course you are.”

“Obviously.”

“I mean, good for you I guess. I didn’t know you had that dominant side in you.” He removed his shirt and walked into the bathroom. You called in after him.

“What does that mean? Of course I have that side.” You heard him scoff. “Don’t fucking laugh at me, Kei, you know it’s true.”

“Sure it is, love.”

“Yes, it absolutely is. I just didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He peeked around the corner, brows furrowed. “How would you embarrass me?”

“Please, Kei. We both know you’re secretly submissive. If I went full dom you’d never want to go back.” His eyes widened.

“You think I’m submissive? What gave you that impression?” Poor thing. He looked genuinely baffled.

“You just have that vibe, babe. You’re a brat.”

“You’re the brat here.”

“I am, but you’d be much more fun to tame.”

He huffed and leaned against the doorframe.

“You know what?” he asked. “Fucking try me.”

“Are you serious?” you said. Your eyebrows raised and a smile crept onto your lips.

“Don’t look so excited. I won’t give you an easy time about it.”

“But you’ll let me?”

“We have a safeword for a reason.”

“Okay, Kei. You asked for it.”

“No, I didn’t. You did. Now let me take my shower, dumbass. Kuroo was clinging to me all night and I feel disgusting.”

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The bathroom door opened and Kei reentered the room, his hair curly and sticking up in the front, a towel wrapped around his waist. His whole body looked pink and damp where it had recovered from the water but not the heat. Your eyes followed him as he walked to his closet, head not lifting from the wall where he had left you. He began to open the closet door but noticed you studying him in the mirror.

“What?” he spat. You smirked.

“You’re pretty,” you said. He furrowed his brows and stared at you, trying to make sense of your words.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“You don’t know how to take a compliment.” He scoffed. You laughed, lifting yourself off the wall and moving on all fours towards him. You hung your legs hanging over the side of the mattress, hips about even with his with the height of the bed.

“I set stuff up for you,” you teased. He looked wildly around the room, eyes settling on the bottle of lube on your bedside table. He gestured to it.

“Is that all?” he asked. You smiled.

“Of course not, but I think it’s more fun if you don’t get intimidated by . . . you know.”

He flushed. “I wouldn’t be intimidated. I’m doing this for you.”

“Kei. Baby. No, you aren’t.”

“I could pull out the word right now.”

“But you won’t, will you?” You reached out and grabbed him by the towel, right where it was tucked in to stay in place. You pulled him to you, placing him right between your legs. He raised an eyebrow. Your hips lined up perfectly but he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands fell to your waist. He leaned in for a kiss but you pulled back. He rolled his eyes. “Are you really going to try making this a whole thing?”

You smiled and combed your hands through his messy, damp hair.

“I do think you’re pretty, Kei,” you mumbled.

“Will you shut up about that?” he said through a breathy laugh. Your grip on his hair tightened and you pulled his head back. He grunted in surprise.

“Don’t try to act so tough, Kei. I know you want this.”

“You have no idea what I want.”

“I think I do.” You reached down and palmed him through his towel. He hissed and stared at you, eyes wide. “I think you’ve wanted this for so long you can’t stand it, but you’re too stubborn to ask for it.” He opened his mouth to reply, but just as soon closed it and squeezed his eyes shut. You laughed and released your hold on him. He inhaled deeply and stared down at you, a distant look in his eye. “Why don’t you come up here with me?” you asked. He shook his head but climbed up onto the bed anyway. You immediately swung a leg over him and looped your arms around his neck.

“We’re playing that game, are we?” he said.

“Honey, you haven’t seen half my game.” The defiance he tried to plaster on his face faltered as you rocked your hips against his. “You know--” you said, continuing the motion. “You said I don’t know what you want, but it keeps getting easier to tell.”

“I--fuck. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, leaning in so you could whisper in his ear. “Because I can feel how much you want me right between my legs.” You planted a gentle kiss on the shell of his ear and pushed his chest back so he was lying against the bed, moving your hips harder against him. He bit back a sound and closed his eyes, fingers pressing into your sides. You pulled his glasses off of his face and leaned over to the side table, exchanging them for the small bottle of lube. His eyes opened when he heard the familiar snap of the lid.

“What--” he started.

“Shh, baby. We’re gonna have fun.” You squeezed some out into your hand and untucked his towel, grabbing his cock. He let out a sharp breath. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, grabbing one of his hands with your own and pinning it gently next to his head as you started to move your other hand. His free hand found its way into your hair and tugged a bit. It was cute how he tried to act like he was still in control.

“You’re--hah-- you’re really going for it, aren’t you babe?” he said, pulling back from your lips. You responded by moving your hand faster. His head twitched forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His heavy breathing turned into a laugh. “God, if you wanted me so bad you just had to say please.”

You smiled, staring down at his furrowed eyebrows. Something about having him in this position made you want to tear him in half, leaving him a begging mess that wouldn’t recover for weeks.

“Why don’t you tell me when you’re about to come, huh?” You focused your efforts on the head of his cock and he let out a whine, immediately clapping a hand over his mouth.

“No no, baby, I want to hear you.” You planted a kiss on his hand and he moved it to the side. “Good. Good boy.”

“Fuck. I’m close.” His eyes were squeezed shut, hips twitching slightly as he approached his release.

“Yeah? You wanna finish?” He didn’t respond. “Kei.” Still didn’t respond. You pulled your hand away immediately, sitting up and staring down at him as his face screwed up and he ducked his head forward.

“You bitch,” he groaned. You smiled and ran your hands down his chest as he caught his breath.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, fake pouting.

“Are you serious? What the fuck is your game today?”

You grinned. “You know exactly what my game is, babe, you just aren’t playing nice.”

“What did you expect?”

“Oh, I expected you to act just like this.” You wrapped your hand around him again and his eyes rolled. “I’m just gonna knock it out of you.” He didn’t have a comeback to that one. You moved your hand faster, staying in a seated position so you could watch him react.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re always such a brat but you just need someone to put you in your place.”

“Slow down, babe. Fuck.” He covered his face with his hands as his hips involuntarily twitched.

“If you want me to slow down, you know the word you have to say.”

His eyes flew open and he glared up at you.

“You gonna say it?” You concentrated on the head again and his eyes fluttered.

“No. Fuck. Shut up.”

You smiled and continued the motion. You could see his muscles tensing and relaxing, mouth never quite closing around a silent moan. “Are you going to tell me when you’re close, Kei?” He didn’t respond again. “Tsukishima. I swear to god you won’t finish a single time tonight if you don’t fucking answer me.”

“I--fuck.”

Not a response. You pulled your hand away.

His hips rolled up and his head pressed back into the pillow. He let out a string of expletives and his voice shook a bit as he spoke. His breathing was heavy and he put his hands over his face again. You watched with a small smile, running a finger lightly up his length just to watch him squirm.

“Are you--fuck--fucking serious?” he gasped.

“I’m sorry, did you want to finish?” You feigned confusion.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You aren’t asking nicely, Tsukki,” you teased, using the name his friends called him.

“What the hell do you want me to say? I’m not begging you for anything.”

“Your choice.” You dragged your hand back up and he gasped, head leaning back. You left your hand there, lightly teasing the head of his dick with your thumb.

“Can I finish?” You smiled patiently and shook your head. “Can I finish, please?”

“Closer. You forgot something, though, babe. I always call you sir. What should you call me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“How about ma’am?”

“No.”

“Your choice,” you said with a shrug, starting to move your hand on his cock again. He breathed heavily, climbing quickly after being denied twice already. His moans caught in his throat, sounding desperate but restrained.

“Fuck, babe,” he mumbled. “Fuck.” You could feel him twitch slightly in your hand as his lips fell open in a silent moan.

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” you sang, slipping your other hand down and gently rubbing at his entrance. His entire body twitched and he groaned loudly. “There it is. I knew you’d enjoy this. Why don’t you just ask nicely and we can have some fun?”

He mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“You’re going to have to speak up, Kei.” He moaned as you slowed down your hand on his cock, letting him focus on both sensations at once.

“Fuuuck.” The word came out of him in a long groan.

“You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you? Don’t deny it, babe. I see your face.” He inhaled sharply as you circled his entrance again.

“Yes.”

You moved your hand off of his cock and spanked his thigh lightly, a small punishment for not addressing you properly. He twitched and made a low noise at the loss.

“I’ll let that one slide. Just relax,” you hummed, grabbing the lube and seating yourself between his legs. You warmed it up on your fingers and pressed against his entrance, bending his legs a little at the knee to make it easier for both of you.

“You alright, love?” you asked. He nodded quickly and you pushed one finger inside. You went slow, letting him adjust to the new sensation, but the long groan he let out when you were fully inside him was worth the wait.

“There you go. Feels good, doesn’t it? You want me to move?” He nodded again, mouth hanging open. “Okay, love, stay relaxed.” You slowly started moving your finger until he felt comfortable around you. Once you could see his shoulders start to relax, you curled your finger slightly. His hips jumped and he swore loudly.

“Good boy. Taking it so well.”

His breathing picked up as you continued moving.

“I’m gonna add another one. Is that alright, Kei? You want more?” He sighed heavily and surprised you when he opened his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smiled. “So eager.” You gently pressed another finger into him. His eyes shut tightly at the sensation and he moaned quietly. You continued the motion, curling and scissoring your fingers until he felt ready. He was melting at your touch, still trying to maintain some composure but mostly allowing you to take control. You couldn’t wait for him to unravel.

“I think you’re ready, love. You doing okay?” He nodded, covering his face with his forearm as you climbed off the bed, reaching into your closet to retrieve your strapon.

It was thin, a decent length, and bright pink. It was a gag gift from a friend, but little did they know you were genuinely into that. You secured it and returned to your boyfriend, who stared at it nervously.

“Still alright, Kei?” you asked. He nodded. “What position do you want to be in?” His eyes widened.

“This, I guess?” He patted the bed from where he was laying.

“Perfect. I want to be able to see you.” His face went bright red. You climbed up between his legs, wetting the strap with lube and leaning down to kiss him. You were gentle, letting him push against your lips and wrap his arms around you. You lined up with his entrance and hesitated as he hissed.

“You’re okay, love,” you said, pressing a kiss on his nose. “I’ve got you. I’ll go slow.” He nodded slightly and closed his eyes, tipping his head back against the pillow. He looked so pretty like this. You were going to have to top him more often. “Just relax . . .”

You began pushing forward, gently and slowly. He was prepared well so there wasn’t much resistance. You kissed his exposed neck, whispering quiet encouragements in his ear.

“You’re doing so well, Kei. Such a good boy for me. You’re alright?” He nodded, letting out a small moan. “Almost there, love. You want all of me? Huh?” He tipped his head back up, pulling your face to his and laying a surprisingly harsh kiss on you.

“Please.” It was so quiet you could barely make it out, but he knew you heard him, face flushed. You bottomed out in him, chasing a deep groan out of his lips.

“Good boy. You want me to move? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. Every time he said it chills shot down your spine. “Please.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his, bracing your hands on either side of him as you drew your hips back and pushed back into him.

The sound he made was shocking, high pitched and lewd and not at all like himself.

“Shit. Keep making that noise and I’m never going to stop, Kei.” His face was permanently blushed but you see his eyebrows furrow in embarrassment.

You continued moving your hips, keeping a slow but steady pace as he pressed his forehead against yours and continued swearing. It was delicious. He occasionally let out a small whine when you hit deeper inside of him. He grabbed your hips suddenly and pulled you farther against him.

“Please,” he said, surprising you.

“What do you want, baby?” you breathed.

“A little--fuck--a little harder.” Holy shit. You happily obliged, driving your hips harder into him. He let out a long groan that ended in a whine, breathing picking up and head tipping back into the pillow. You had a feeling he could come from just this, but just to be nice. . .

“Fuck!” He cried out as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it to the same rhythm as you continued moving your hips into him. You concentrated your efforts around the head so your arm didn’t get tired, not wanting to let up on him until he was a shaking mess. He alternated between groans, whines, and swearing, so loud in your ear that you were sure the people in the next apartment over could hear him. It was shocking how quickly Kei threw away his pride when you really tempted him, and you hated that you didn’t try this sooner.

“Please, can I finish?” he said, planting a sloppy kiss on your face. “Please.” His voice sounded so desperate and you hadn’t even told him he needed permission this time. You were going to let him come either way but, fuck, he sounded so pretty asking.

“Fuck, good boy. Go ahead and come,” you said, and his grip on you tightened into fists as his moans began to sputter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated as you kept moving into him. You felt him finishing on your hand, but you couldn’t help yourself. His head tipped up into your chest and he continued swearing. You took away your hand but kept moving your hips even though he was most certainly done.

“Oh god stop,” he begged, head buried against you. “Stop, please stop, stop.” His body twitched violently. He hadn’t said the word, so you knew he was alright. “Fuck! Stop.” You laughed and kissed his forehead, slowing your movements so you were just barely rocking your hips. His head finally tipped back and his body slacked, panting heavily.

“Holy shit, Kei.” You leaned down and peppered his sweaty face with kisses, laughing gently.

“That was . . .” He couldn’t even finish the thought, running his hands through his hair and laughing with you.

“We’re going to have to do that more often.” You pressed a short kiss on his lips and he opened his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about this.”

“No promises,” you giggled. His brows furrowed, back to being his normal self again.

“Absolutely fucking not. Don’t even joke about that. I won’t let you do it again.”

You grinned and kissed his nose. “Yes, you will.”

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Hello!!!!!!!! I rlly love your blogs you make my day!!!!!!! Can I request a MC with two different eye color pls?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️love you!!!

Sorry if my request is weird😅💞💞

It's not weird at all! You mean heterochromia right? Technically every single character we have seen on screen have a somewhat heterochromia!

"Somewhat" because it's on both eyes so it kind of defies the meaning of heterochromia 😑, but Central Heterochromia exists (and my dad even has it) so they all can technically have Sectoral Heterochromia in both eyes right?? Is that a thing???

But an MC with Complete Heterochromia would be pretty unique even in these settings!

Since you didn't specify the characters I will make it just the brothers~

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The Brothers and an MC with Complete Heterochromia

Note: Spoilers for lesson 16!

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Lucifer

No matter if there is some kind of special color to them, his first reaction would simply to go "oh" then just go on with his life.

But of course because you are special to him, those eyes of yours gradually become something he just will not be able to stop thinking about.

The way the two irises look at him, how he always finds a new detail to one of them each time he gazes back, oh how he wishes and yearns to simply get lost in them.

He definetelly has a favorite iris.

Please point it out, no matter what comes next after you do, I promise you will love it.

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Mammon

At first sight he has to stop and stare for a bit, if you ask him what he is doing he will respond: "Wow your eyes are so weird", and don't expect arguing with him to go somewhere, he simply is not apologizing as he doesn't see it as that big of a deal.

Off to a good start huh?

Didn't last too long, before you know it he is giving you nicknames based on what your eyes remind him of, like an alchoholic drink from Devildom or something sweet like Bumblebee for dark brown-light brown heterochromia.

Yes he does the thing where he covers half of your face in his vision to see how you look with just one eye color.

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Leviathan

Oh how unfair. The more unique you are the more petty peeves you will trigger.

Who allowed you to be like a cool anime character huh?! Who allowed you??!! Who allowed this??!!!

Also doesn't last too long, before you know it you are being fed a suspiscious ammount of chunnibyou content as if he is hoping you will take a liking to it and act as one just for him.

If you do he will die. Of happiness.

Seriously.

Of course you can also choose to wack him in the head and tell him he can't just impose things on you, but acting like one with him isn't such a bad experience 😏.

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Satan

He has the curiosity of a cat, he will just straight up walk to you and talk about it. Or should I say, interview you about it.

It's only when he opens up that he will trully let his intrigue shine through though.

And I mean piles of piles of stories, myths, legends, you call it, all related to heterochromia.

His favorite iris changes almost on daily basis, he may make kissing your eyelids a thing, giving a peck to each one of them the same ammount of times.

If you ask why he will say 'he doesn't want to love any part of you more than the rest because he loves you in general.'

That's him being a dork, don't be fooled, he definetelly has a favorite part of your body.

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Asmodeus

Immediate intrigue, tries to get you to his bed even more often, though once it fails he just goes after other people with heterochromia. It almost becomes a kind of temporary obssession of his that every demon would start talking about.

Of course, you are the end game prize because you started this intrigue in the first place, and he takes his pact with you as such.

You may even catch him reading some of those myths and legends Satan has collected about it.

Yes he can spot you just by your eye color, if someone took a picture of your face and cropped to just show the eyes, no matter the poor resolution Asmo would still be able to tell it's yours.

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Beelzebub

No matter what your eye colors are, it will always remind him of some kind of food when he first sees them.

Soon enough he actually starts assimilating things the other way around, not just food but other things remind him of your eyes. A flower, a tree, a bug, a rock, a drink, a candy, it all just makes him think of your name before he can even process what he is doing.

Chances are he is either bringing, taking pics, showing you or directly telling you of his findings.

Yes many times he will bring something at extreme random hours of the day just because they 'reminded him of your eyes'

Is he precious or is he precious????

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Belphegor

Kind of found it annoying how he couldn't focus on both eyes at once, going back and forth between each eye was making him want to roll his own to the top of his head and just leave them there, he had enough.

And he definetelly told you so while giving you The Hug™ in the attic as he gazed directly into them.

Congrats! He can't look you in the eyes for a good while after that!

Also gives you eyelid kisses, only they linger a lot longer in there. He also loves when he carresses your cheeks and one of your eyes flutter instinctivelly when his thumb gets too close to your eyelashes.

He also does The Thing™ where he covers half of your face in his vision.

[heartless-symphony]

Spencie

Summary : Four time you called him Spencie, and the one time he really didn’t mind.

Pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category : fluff

Warnings : some curse words, semi-nudity kinda ??

Word count : 3,652 (even I am surprised)

Proof reader : @hannahjoycebanana​ (thank u for being here when i needed it and thank you for being my proof reader here. You’re one of the best friend i could’ve asked for.)

A/N : It took me so long to come back to tumblr because i had some issues, and i didn’t want to come back until i as finished with at least one of my project. Here it is, i hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

MASTERLIST

1- New friends

“Spencie !” Your excited voice pierced the silence in the almost empty bullpen, as it was pretty early. It didn’t seem to matter to you, you seemed as excited, as full of energy as usual. Your eyes were shining happily, and it didn’t take a profiler to know that it wasn’t your first cup of coffee. You were new to the team, joining it after the whole “cat adams” situation, and you weren’t aware of the meaning of the nickname to him. That’s why he tried not to be angry, but you could see his jaw and his fists clenching in a attempt to control himself. You moved closer to him, poking his nose with your fingers – you knew how he was with touches, but you couldn’t help yourself – before walking away. He gulped, frozen in his position. It was only JJ’s arrival in the room that made him move, but still. His eyes flickered to you, already focused on something other than himself, and he bit his lip. He didn’t know how to explain his situation to you, how to ask you not to call him that again, but he didn’t want to have to talk about it all over again. He already lived it almost every nights in his nightmares, remembered the prison, the games she played with his heart, his family, his everything. He didn’t want to see the look of pity on your face, he didn’t want things to change. However, he couldn’t just let you remind him of it, every day. So, silently, almost hesitantly, he walked up to your desk, were you were silently reading a report, taking notes on what to correct and what to work on. You were in your own world and didn’t see him coming, so he had to clear his throat, calling your name. You looked up and smiled softly.

“Hi, Spencie ! Anything I can do ?”

Your voice made your blonde coworker look up, and her worried eyes fell on Spencer, meeting his. He sighed and slowly shook his head. He saw your frown, your eyes swinging between JJ and him, fully knowing you were missing something. He looked up to you and you almost winced at the pain and anger in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it.

“Just, don’t call me Spencie, please.”

You frowned and were about to object when you met JJ’s eyes, and she shook her head, silently being you to accept. So you simply nodded and played with your hair, feeling sorry even though you had no idea what you did wrong. He sent you a sad, forced smile, before walking back to his desk, his fist slowly unclenching, and you could almost see the anger leave his body

2- Dance with me

The second time, you were pretty drunk. He was watching you dancing with the rest of the girl, well, he was watching you all from afar, silently sipping on his lemonade drink. He watched you move your body in rhythm, obviously singing the lyrics that you seemed to know so well. He was almost hypnotized with the way you moved, the way you held your hands up happily, or playfully danced with Morgan – Spencer didn’t want to admit it, but it made him clench his jaw. After a while, a new song started, and he knew you were up to something bad the minutes you walked up to him, moving your hips.

“Spencie ! Come and dance with me !”

He almost didn’t say anything. You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were saying and he couldn’t blame you. But still, the memories came back in an instant, the pain, the worry, the anger, and he looked away, shaking his hand.

“I don’t dance. And please, stop calling me like that.”

You pouted, tugging on his shirt. You obviously hadn’t gotten the message, and with the number of drinks you had he couldn’t really get mad, but still. One part of him felt grateful, happy even to be the one who caught your attention, but the other part sent him warning signals, remembering the last person who called him like that. He shoved you away as gently as he could, and it seemed like you had finally caught on. Still pouting, you pulled away, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fine.” He could hear the disappointment in your drunken voice, and he almost stood up to dance with you. “I’ll go find someone else.” You turned around, arms down scanning the crowd for a potential partner. Before you could even take a step, you felt a hand gently wrap around your arm and you looked back, only to meet Spencer’s eyes. You smiled widely and jumped up happily. “Let’s go dancing !” He sighed and tugged you back to him. The only reason he accepted to dance with you was because he couldn’t stand to watch you flirt with someone else – no, he wasn’t jealous. Just a bit protective of his favorite girl, that was all. He almost slapped himself for his thought. You were just a friend. He had no right to be jealous of seeing you go to some other guy to enjoy your evening when he was right here. And what mattered the most was your smile, so contagious. He wasn’t jealous. He was doing it to make you happy, that was all !

“There’s one condition.” You tilted your head, showing that you were listening. Even drunk, you stayed that respectful, kind girl he liked so much. “You need to stop drinking, and you need to stop calling me Spencie. I’m serious, Y/N.” You pouted a bit, obviously not pleased by his ‘no more drink’ rule, but you ended up nodding, leading him to the dance floor. Seeing you smile made him forget, for a moment, the bad memories brought by the so simple nickname, replacing them with images of your smile.

 3- Spencie Undercover

The third time, it wasn’t really your fault. You and Spencer being the only one who hadn’t been showed on the news, you were the ones who had to go undercover. The fact that you had to act as a couple pleased Spencer more than he would admit, because the warmth of your hand against his was calming, soothing. Almost as if it was always supposed to be here. You walked in the restaurant, hand in hand, talking about some book you read after he recommended it to you. Morgan and Hotch had specified that you had to act as normally as possible, so you had immediately started a small talk. You two were already so close that acting as a couple wasn’t too problematic, except that he couldn’t really tear his eyes away from you. You were wearing a blue dress, your hair in a braid falling on your right shoulder. Your back was naked, and Spencer did his best not to notice how pretty you looked. You were wearing some light makeup, and he knew that, under your dress, your gun was ready to be fired. He didn’t even want to think about it - the way the holster was hugging your leg, and maybe you would have to lift the skirt of your dress to take it out-, but his mind couldn’t stop the image to keep coming up. You walked up to the counter, asking for your table, while he scanned the room. Happily, he quickly found what he was looking for, or who. He used his famous trick to make them change spot - the usual light problem - ending up as close as he could to the target. It was a young man, flirting with a beautiful woman who was probably going to end up to be the next victim. However, Spencer and you were here to stop him. You didn’t have enough to arrest him just yet, but all you needed was for him and his target to go outside, where he would try and attack her -like he did with all his other victims-. But you and Spencer were ready to jump in at any moment, collect some intel on him if possible. It wasn’t a date, and it seemed hard for both of you to remember that. You just liked to be in each other’s company, and Spencer continuous rants made you feel weirdly safe, just as much as he loved to hear your not-so-silent singing and your excited eyes every time you talked about a book you read. If one of you had the guts to talk about your feelings for each other, it would have been a long time since you would’ve been together.

“Should we share a fondant, Spencie ?”

The use of the nickname made him suddenly look up from the menu. You were about to order dessert - the unsub’s ‘date’ seemed to take longer than they all wished - and he didn’t think you’d think about that. He opened his mouth, frowning a bit, ready to tell you, once again, to stop using that so horrible nickname, but then he saw you, really saw you. You had on that special smile you only gave to him, a bit playful, a bit flirty and a lot shy, but your eyes were fond, almost loving. He bit down his lips, his heart skipping a bit. You were so beautiful that he almost forgot to answer. You called his name again - his name, not the nickname - and he slowly nodded. Suddenly, he missed it. He missed the way ‘Spencie’ seemed to roll off your tongue so easily, like it was made for it. The bad memories that Cat Adams had stuck him with seemed to disappear every time you used the nickname, every time you two were close. You seemed to make all the hurt, all the pain disappear, and that was probably why he couldn’t stop looking at your lips, wondering why he never kissed you before.

4- I’m tired, Spencie

 The fourth time felt totally different. You all had to share rooms and, Spencer and you ending up all alone, you had no choice but share a room. Share a bed. Which wouldn’t have bothered Spencer if it was anyone else, but it felt different with you. Everything did. You were both really tired after the days and sleepless nights you spent trying to catch the unsub – some woman poisoning pregnant women, hoping to get their baby -. The craziness of the situation had taken you both a bit longer to find her – You were specialized in linguistic, body language but, most importantly, psychology – You knew the unsub had to have some kind of mental illness, but neither of you understood how this woman expected to get a baby from a dead woman. Either way, you were both tired, really, really tired. Spencer was used to it, so it didn’t show much on you, but you hadn’t been on the team long enough to get used to sleepless nights and busy days full of thinking too much and running around. You stumbled in the room, closely followed by Spencer. His eyes were full of worry, because your brain really seemed to work differently. It was like you had held up walls all day, acting like your fatigue wasn’t having a huge impact on you, but as soon as you ended up all alone after the case finished, the walls crumbled down      . Your eyes weren’t shining anymore and you had trouble keeping them open, making you walk around like you were lost – or drunk -. Spencer kindly guided you to the bed, where you sat down, rubbing your eyes. He knew you were too tired to get changed, but staying in your dirty clothes was definitely not a good idea. You could shower in the morning, he didn’t mind, but there was no way he would let you sleep dressed like that.

“Where are your pajamas, Y/N ?” His voice made you look up, and it took you a second to answer, like your brain needed time to register the question. You tilted your head, rubbing your eyes, before pointing to your go-bag. “Pink hoodie. Do I really have too ? ‘M too tired, Spencie…”

Spencer tried not to smile. He really did, he tried to feel angry, sad or just.. Something. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he actually liked you using this nickname. He forced a sigh, before nodding and reaching in your go bag to take out the clearly oversized pink hoodie, and blushed as he looked away from your underwear. He gently walked up to you, handing you your hoodie. You shook your head, raising your arms like a child. He sighed again and tried not to blush as he grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off you. He looked away from you as he waited for you to take off your bra, handing you the hoodie, his eyes focused on the wall. He might have been very attracted to you, but that never meant he would do something so stupid. Once you were clothed again, he helped you take of your shoes  well, he took off your shoes while you laid across the bed, eyes closed and silently singing some tangled song -, before gently tugging on the bottom off your legging. He was hopping you would sit up and help him take it off so he wouldn’t have to be too close, but you were so deep in a tired, child-like mood that you simply lifted your legs, yawning. He sighed again and very carefully took off your leggings, and he was glad that your hoodie was long enough to hide your underwear and upper thighs.

“Here you go. Now try and sleep, yea ?” He watched you nod and smiled softly, shaking his head as he tried to forget how close you two were. He made sure you were looking away – you were curled up in a ball, facing away from you – before getting changed and slipping in the bed. He thought you were already asleep, but as soon as you felt the mattress dip under his weight, you snuggled up to him. He froze as he felt your head against him, pushing him to lay down. As soon as he did, you got even closer, your head resting against his chest, where you could hear his heart beat. You smiled tiredly, looking up and gently kissing his cheeks, your eyes almost closed, before snuggling back against him. “Night Night, Spencie…” Your voice slowly went silent and, very quickly, he could feel your breathing slow down. After making sure you were asleep, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you even close, and kissed the top of you head. He smiled sadly and closed his eyes. For the first time in month, Spencer actually slept, dreaming about you in a field of flowers, your light bringing a smile to his lips.

 5- Your Spencie

The next morning, Spencer woke up before you. You were so beautiful, sleeping peacefully, your hair surrounding your face in such a beautiful way. He smiled sadly, stroking your hair. He hated the fact that you were so close, but he couldn’t have you, couldn’t touch you, couldn’t kiss you. Lost in his mind, in his imagination, he didn’t realize you were waking up, slowly lifting your head up. You smiled softly. You didn’t remember much about the evening before, your brain having shut off before you even walked into the room, but you knew that you an Spencer had slept together. Well, in the same bed, at least. And you felt his hand in your hair, stroking it gently. Before you could even register what you were doing, you gently pecked his lips before snuggling back into him. “Morning, Spencie.”

Spencer froze. Was he dreaming ? He could still feel your lips on his own, but it felt so irreal. He looked down at you, frowning. After the minute of silence, you realized what you had done and looked up, ready to say sorry and die in shame. Your eyes met Spencer’s and suddenly, you felt home. It seemed so normal, so comfortable. His hand slowly, hesitantly moved from your hair to your cheek, stroking it gently.

“Good Morning, Y/N.” You smiled sadly. Was he going to avoid the topic of your kiss ? Was this the end of your very special friendship ? Spencer must have felt the worry growing up inside you, seeing it in your eyes, and he leaned down, gently kissing you. When your lips met, it felt like your two worlds collided, melting into one. He hesitantly licked your bottom lips and you shyly opened your mouth, letting the kiss go further. Your hands flew to his hair as you sat up, and one of his hand helped you both lean against the wall behind the bed, before settling on your waist. It didn’t went further, it was a simple kiss, but it felt like it was meant to be. Neither of you wanted to pull away, breathing through your noses, making sure to keep a steady pace – no matter how fast you wanted to go, no matter how many feelings you wanted to put into the kiss -. He was still stroking your cheek, your hand was still in his hair, playing with his curls, when someone knocked on the door.

“Spencer ? Y/N ? It’s almost time to go, you guys ready ?”

Spencer growled against your mouth and pulled away, the look on his face telling you exactly what he was going to say – something along the line of ‘fuck off, Morgan’ – and you gently put your hand over his mouth, smiling softly. “We’ll be down in ten minutes ! I can’t find some of my clothes. We won’t be long !”

You heard a laugh, and bit your lips, waiting to hear Morgan walk away. As soon as he did, you pulled your hand away from Spencer’s mouth, looking back at him. His eyes were shining, and where you expected to see lust – after all, you were straddling him, wearing nothing but a hoodie and underwear -, all you could see was love and deep respect. He smiled and kissed you again, but you put your hands against his chest, gently pulling away. “We need to get ready, Spencie.”

His smiled softly and you got up, grabbing your clothes and running to the bathroom to get ready. As he got changed in a corner of the room, Spencer thought about the way you talked to him, the way you called him. For once Spencie didn’t feel like a curse, but more like a symbol of good memories. Everything that had happened with Cat was slowly fading away, replaced by the images of your smile, the taste of your lips, the feeling of your skin against his fingertip. You quickly walked out once you were sure he was fully clothed, and went to pack your go-bag. Spencer walked behind you, gently touching your back. You jumped in surprise, before leaning against him, laughing softly.

“You scared me.” He laughed and you smiled even more, leaning against him. “As an FBI agent, you should definitely be ready for any threat to come at any moment.” You laughed even more at his statement, turning around to put your hand against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer. You leaned forward, whispering in his ear. “Are you a threat, Doctor ?”. You pulled away almost immediately, grinning from ear to ear. He smiled, shaking his head before letting you finish packing, grabbing his stuff and leaning against the wall.

“You know, we should talk about it.” You looked up, worry in your eyes. “Do you regret it, Spencer ?” His eyes widened and he shook his head, walking up to you. He put your go-back down, cupping your cheeks, and all you could see in his eyes was a deep, powerful love.

“I could never regret what happened today. You found a way to my heart that I didn’t even know existed, and managed to break down all my walls. After Cat, after Max, I thought I could never feel anything for someone else. Cat destroyed my thrust, Max and I just didn’t work out. But you already know all that. What I mean to say is, you destroyed all the bad memories, changed the way I felt. I couldn’t stand anyone calling me Spencie because of everything that happened with Cat but, now… It’s all I want to hear coming from you. I can’t imagine anyone else who had the power, the impact to make things change so quickly, so strongly. You are one of a kind, Y/N, and I could never regret what happened this morning. All I hope is that it won’t be a one-time thing, all I want is to keep you by my side no matter what happens. I couldn’t stand to lose you and all those amazing memories you stuck in my head. I think... I think I love you, Y/N. And I should’ve acted on it sooner, I would’ve, if I knew you liked me. But we’re here now and I promise you, I will cherish the memories of this day all my life.”

You didn’t know what to say, and could see the worry grow in his eyes with the time you took to answer. Before he could pull away, you put one hand over his, keeping it on your cheek, and put your other hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down. Pushing on your toes, your lips met, and you never felt as safe as you did in this moment. You were home, and so was he. Your Spencie.