#You didn’t specify if you wanted a certain gender so I just went with anything

[pronoun-checks]

can i have some name suggestions based on space, some similar to anne or anthony,

and some pronoun suggestions with a similar vibe to ze/zem and vey/ven, but also some bug related pronouns?

Sorry if thats alot, thanks in advance!

Sure thing!

Space-themed:

Nova

Nebula

Star

Stella

Andromeda

Cassiopeia

Jupiter

Mars

Luna

Venus

Ophelia

Halley

Astra

Astrid

Aurora

Calypso

Soleil

Solstice

Solaria

Sol

Celeste

Venus

Moon

Atlas

Mercury

Neptune

Pluto

Orion

Cosmo

Comet

Astro

Similar to Anne/anthony:

Antonio

Antoine

Ant

Tony/Toni

Annie

Annabelle

Roxanne/Roxie

Nancy

Joann/Joanne

Andrew/Andy

Andromeda

Nathan

Pronouns:

xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself

xey/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself

xey/xem/xeir/xeirs/xemself

ne/nem/nir/nirs/nemself

ae/aer/aer/aers/aerself

ae/aem/aer/aers/aemself

ey/em/eir/eirs/eirself

e/em/eir/eirs/emself

ze/zir/zir/zirs/zirself

dae/daem/daes/daers/daemself

dey/dem/deir/deirs/demself

be/bem/beir/beirs/bemself

ze/hir/hir/hirs/hirself

zhe/zhem/zheir/zheirs/zhemself

zhey/zhem/zheir/zheirs/zhemself

bug/bugself

worm/wormself

moth/mothself

mo/moth/moths/mothself

wing/wingself

bee/beeself

buzz/buzzself

ant/antself

sting/stingself

fly/flyself

insect/insectself

spider/spiderself

beetle/beetleself

bee/beetle/beetles/beetleself

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 27 | Aphrodisiac - Alfons

Kinktober masterlist

Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)

Word count: 1.1k

18+, dubcon, nonconsensual drugging (not from Alfons), sub reader, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, minimal editing

Your elbow rested on the wooden counter at the bar. You sat up a bit straighter. “Well, I beg to differ. I’m not that naive.”

“You say that when you foolishly followed me blindly into a nest of sin,” Alfons said, swirling his own drink in hand.

“Don't be overdramatic. It's a bar.”

“Are you certain? You’ve been with Crown long enough to know nothing is as it appears on the surface.”

You kept your mouth closed for a second. He did have a point.  You leaned back. “Well, I'm with you right now, so nothing too bad can happen to me.”

He paused and looked down while sighing. “What makes you think I would help you?” He smiled with a strange look in his eyes. “I do despise any work. I'd want something in return if I had to rescue you from your own foolishness.” 

You leaned back forward and your eyebrow raised. Your jaw clenched and unclenched as you stared at him unmoving for a few seconds.

Eventually you sat back and sighed. “Fuck you.”

You turned back to your drink on the right and took a long sip while he laughed.

“I suppose I can let you if you ask nicely.”

You gave him the middle finger without even looking his way.

Shortly after, and after talking a bit more, you paid for your drinks and left. His teasing must had gotten to you, because for a second you worried one man was staring at you and going to follow you out. But he didn’t as Alfons joined you out and you shook your head.

It was dark. Making every shadow like an abyss where anything could lurk. His shoes clicked on the walk next to you. 

Your body was warmer than usual. You pinned it on the alcohol, but you didn’t think you drank that much.

Your body was burning, and your breathing got heavy as you tried to ignore it. You blinked and tried to focus on the ground. 

You squinted as your brain turned fuzzy. And dizzy. You wanted to hug onto Alfons for support, but you shook your head.

Your heart beat out of your chest as panic started to fill your body but it still clammed up either way.

“Are you alright?” He looked at you. You think with concern, but you could hardly focus on it.

You opened your mouth to say yes, but another way hit your body and you nearly stopped walking. “No.”

He stepped closer. He only touched your arm but you shuddered and let out an embarrassingly sinful noise for such a small touch. He froze. Your eyes widened and your face grew even warmer than it was before.

“Let me see,” he said.

He gently held your chin to examine your face. His breath fanned over your sensitive skin. His fingers lightly grazed across your skin and set fires inside you. You bit your lip. Your muscles trembled.

“Oh dear. It seems someone slipped something into your drink. You should be more careful about that.”

You whined. It was too much. Your nerves were on fire. You wanted to rub against him, wanted to have him use his fingers or mouth or anything to get it to go away.

His expression turned strangely soft.

“Would you like some help?” he whispered in your ear.

You bit the inside of your lip harder. Normally you’d say no just for the principle of it. But it hurt so bad. You swallowed your pride and nodded.

He smiled. He swept you into a nearby alleyway and pressed you against the wall.

“H-here?”

“Oh? Did you want to wait until we got back to the castle?”

“... No.” You didn’t think you could wait.

He chuckled softly as he watched your expression.

“Just relax and allow yourself to give into pleasure. I promise it’ll be easier than playing the strong act.”

He pulled you into a kiss. His lips melting into yours. His tongue pushed in and stole your breath away. His hand went down to push aside your clothes. The cool air hit your burning skin and you gasped, allowing him to push further in.

His fingers played and toyed with your sex. Pushing against where you throbbed. You moaned loudly. His mouth swallowed the sound, as if stealing it for himself. The pressure built already as you bucked against him.

He pulled back and your mouth followed his. You whined. He couldn’t help but smile at how cutely you looked at him. He leaned in and nipped lightly at your ear, and felt how your body shuddered. His lips trailed down to your neck as he placed kisses and bites all over your burning skin. You were like putty in his hands.

He shook his head, thinking about how careless you could be. You shouldn’t have followed him.

“You truly are an earnest fool. There’s no telling what would have happened if a gentleman like me hadn’t been here.”

You opened your mouth to refute him being a gentleman when he lightly bit at your pulse point and delved his finger into you. You whimpered and tried to clench your thighs together. It hurt so bad, but you wouldn’t cum.

“Please,” you pleaded.

“Patience.”

He pulled away from your neck and kneeled down in front of you. His breath caressed your hot sex. He licked along it and pleasure shot through you. Your body arched into his mouth. His lips grazed against you and teased. He stimulated every part of you, drawing out every sound. Your hands went to his hair and tugged. He pushed his mouth further onto you and you nearly screamed.

You whined and groaned as he licked you. It burned so much. You held his head and pushed him further onto you. Feeling how his tongue swiped all over you. It wasn't enough. You bucked your hips into his mouth. Moaning and pleading.

Your vision turned blurry. Too desperate to care where you were. You just needed it.

It built like a tidal wave. Your eyes widened. Your breaths got heavier. Begging and pleading for it to finally crash down onto you. He noticed and lapped at you even faster. Then slowly run his tongue along where you needed it most, then swirled around it. He nudged and stimulated each part that made the pressure build. Until one final push and it finally ripped through you. Hot tears leaked from the corners of your eyes.

You screamed out as your nails dug into his scalp. His tongue kept rocking against you as you rode out your orgasm. Sucking every last bit of it. Your body suddenly felt weak.

He stood up and you slumped into him. He held you in his arms and he stroked your hair.

“See? It turned out just fine. Now let’s get you back.”

[ms-unfortunate24]

NO THOUGHTS JS KEEGAN X MEDIC! READER🙏🏽🙏🏽⁉️⁉️ -💋

Keegan x Medic Reader

(Reader by default will be Gender neutral unless specified by requestee. First request making me giggle🤭��)

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

You spun around in your chair, bored, and not able to focus on the paperwork you had to fill out for your last patient Logan Walker. Being a medic for the ghosts meant constant work, there were almost no breaks for you or the other medical staff. Each medic was assigned to their own team, and you just by the luck of the hat had Logan, Merrick, Hesh, Elias, Ajax, Keegan, and Kick. They’re oddly such a lively group, always making jokes, and asking questions even when they’re losing blood faster than a running faucet. Almost every member had visited you frequently… almost.

You shot up out of your seat in realization and searched your medical records on each member, “Keegan…. Keegan….Keegan P. Russ” you mumbled to yourself as you found his file, he had absolutely no visits to you and it’s been damn near three years. You had a file, it had his name, his basic information like height, weight, and medical history, but, no visits to you. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking long and hard about this. ‘Has he been going to a different medic? No, they would’ve reported it to me’ you thought sitting back down and spinning in your chair. ‘Maybe he’s a robot? He acts like one… a big, cold, dumb piece of metal-’ your seat was stopped by someone’s hand, and you looked up to see the legend himself. “Researching on me?” He quickly asked looking down at what you were holding in your hands, “Uhm, just a check on your file- Any reasoning for your visit?” You asked, your cheeks started to turn a certain shade as you realized he probably watched you spin the for a good minute.

He nods and gets up from the hunched position that he was in to peer in on you. You scooted your office chair back slightly and stood up, “Well then, Sargeant Russ, if you could please take a seat on the examination table,” you said motioning your hand towards the table, he limped over and sat on it, that was when you realized his right calf had a nasty gash in it, you looked at the floor and noticed a small trail of blood. “Uh?! Did you like not wanna tell me about that?!” You said rushing to grab a cloth and some disinfected spray. “I didn’t want to interrupt the spinning intermission,” he said as you sprayed the wound and dabbed the cloth on it to clean anything that could cause infection. “So what happened?” You asked looking up at the masked man, “I was jumping through a window, landed wrong, a chunk of glass got my calf and now I’m here,” He said looking away from you, but he avoided coming to you for three years and probably had far worse injuries…. He then looked over, his icy blue eyes looking at you, they were so dull it was like there was no soul there, usually when you were to look at someone with his eye color you could see more than you would with people who had darker eye colors. “You’re lost,” he said, you snapped out of the small trance and scanned his masked face in confusion. “What do you mean?” You titled your head slightly, “You’re just lost, and I’m still not bandaged up,” he said reaching his hand out to touch your arm, guiding you a bit closer to him. “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” he says as his face is only inches away, the smell of his mask’s paint, a bit of his sweat, dirt, and men’s cologne filled your senses.

Keegan’s POV:

I pulled them in by the arm, “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” I said as I looked them in their E/C eyes. I went three years avoiding them, I was scared of looking weak, but every time the team would come back from their office they would talk about how fun Y/CN was, how they would joke with them, scold them, how just by them visiting Y/CN their day would just get better. It finally got to me and I decided to stop taking things into my own hands and let a professional look at me, I mean there were so many times I fucked up a stitch… being this close to them made me realize how much I was missing out, they’re just so alluring, I admired their face for a hot minute before they cleared their throat that’s when I looked away. “I’ll be sure to finish you up and get you outta here as soon as possible then,” Y/CN said as they flashed a quick smile, They got up to go grab the medical supplies. I looked around their office, It was a standard office with F/C colored decorations all around, I saw a framed picture of them and a man who seemed to be from years before they joined.

Normal POV:

You came back with the supplies needed to care for Keegan’s gash, It wasn't too bad, just needed some bandages. You noticed his eyes wandering to a corner of your office, Turning your head to see what he was looking at you saw a picture of you and your friend from a resort vacation. “I'm attractive huh?” you said, Keegan snapped his head back so fast your heart dropped He didn't say anything either, he just looked at you. You shook off his reaction and got to bandaging him, You heard him wince a little and then looked up at him “I'm sorry are they on too tight?” He let out a breath and shook his head. “No, I am curious though, may I ask something?” Keegan says looking at you as you finish the bandaging process. “Sure, ask me anything!” you said, looking into his file and jotting down some notes. He shifted in his seat a bit before looking at you, “Are you free next week? Same time?” He asked, you looked up a bit confused by what he meant. “Well, I’d be in my office at this time, why?” You said, your attention was now fully on Keegan. “I’m going to be injured same time next week, so be ready for me,” Keegan says, he stands up and walks out of the room. That had to be the weirdest interaction you’ve ever had with someone but you did get what you asked for and that was a visit from Keegan…

Next day:

You were heading to your office around 06:00, your vision was quite blurred from yawning, you made it to your office door jumbling your keys and opening it. Before you stepped inside you accidentally kicked something, you looked down to see a gift bag, it was light blue with a navy blue stripe that crossed it diagonally. You picked the bag up and brought it inside your office, nobody had gotten you a gift at work before. You see the card attached to the outside of it and you open it. ‘Thanks for fixing me up yesterday, I’m sorry for never coming to you before. I asked for your schedule and saw that you were free on Saturday, maybe we could go get some coffee, my treat- Sargeant Russ’

My number-> XXX-XXX-XXXX

You smiled and then looked inside the bag, it was a book, the one you’d been telling everyone that you wanted to read. Once you took the book out there was something else in the bag, it was a cute duck plush. You laughed at it, trying to decide if the plush was cute or childish.

(Yeah lmk if we wanna see that date or not.)

[four-loose-screws]

Hello there, so I saw your Louis and Hector post and it really got me thinking if Louis is really that different between Japanese and English. From everything I’ve been able to gather, whether it be support/bond conversations or his Ally Notebook, it seems to suggest that he’s still in general a people watcher just with a general preference towards women. The way I see it, the only really major difference between the two versions is that his preference is more clear in Japanese while in English it’s more subtle, but still present through a couple of his supports (particularly his C support with Chloé and B with Ivy), as well his personal skill. But even with that preference, he still very much has interest in watching men as well, what with his supports with Clanne and Zelkov, and of course his bond with Hector. There seems to be a consensus that Louis was meant to be a reverse Nina from Fates, and while there’s some sort of truth to that, i don’t think it’s an entirely accurate description. I say that because if Louis really was meant to be a reverse of Nina, then things like the aforementioned examples would come across as really odd and seemingly random. Plus I went through a admittedly rough translation of his Ally Notebook pages where it states that he always keeps an eye on his friends and enjoys seeing them get along, not necessarily specifying a particular gender. With this in mind, I take it that Louis’ particular preference was toned down or made more subtle in English as they didn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea about him, as his pretty strange hobby aside, he’s a very caring and thoughtful guy who just loves helping out his friends and wants nothing more than ensuring that they’re in good states of mind, which is a heavily recurring theme in his support conversations. But that’s just how I see Louis, I’m interested if you share any similar thoughts on this matter.

Once again thank you for all your hard work you do for this community, it’s all very much appreciated.

For me, Louis is in that category of Fire Emblem character that has existed mostly post-Awakening, where the writers wanted both a “joke character” and a “nuanced character” all rolled up in one package, and the two sides don’t always mesh so well, for better and for worse. In general, I’ve come to be neutral on it, because it’s simply one of Fire Emblem’s tropes at this point. He’s both “Ha ha creepy dude stares at women” and “sweet man who picks up on everything about everyone, men and women, because he’s wholesome and just wants his allies to be happy” all at once. I can both love him as a sweet caring friend to his allies, and think “wow, creeper” all at once. It’s Fire Emblem doing a Fire Emblem. The writers just write like that. I can wish FE’s sense of humor didn’t have to be like this, but I also know what to expect at this point.

So fun story, the first Louis support I happened to unlock was his one with Alear, and it took me nearly the entire C conversation to get why Alear was weirded out. And I was reading the Japanese version of the convo!

I assumed Louis was like this, vibing in social situations, until finally at the end of the C convo I said to myself, "Oh, that's what the game is getting at! He's kind of a creeper!" ...And that's my humorous story, that I didn't even get the joke that probably should have been obvious.

Like... people watching is super normal to a certain degree. Multiple people have explained to me that they like to sit in a crowd and not listen in on conversations or anything... especially when I was in college! The main dining hall was built into a slope, so there were three 'tiers' of seating, each one elevated slightly lower than the last. It was a common hobby to sit at the edge of the top tier, and just hang out and look at everyone in the 2 lower tiers for a while. They weren't snooping, eavesdropping, or staring on purpose... just enjoying the vibe. Because humans are social creatures and often just like the vibe of being in a social situation, without having to be social themselves at the moment.

I'm honestly a little surprised Treehouse didn't do more to tone down the “staring at women” side of Louis’ people-watching. Anon, you mentioned the Louis/Chloé supports, and they are worth bringing up again, because the localization really did nothing to change the weirdness of them, in my opinion.

 Let's look at a direct snippet from Louis/Chloé C:

Japanese w/ my quick translation:

[クロエ]そうして堂々と言われると、 まっとうな趣味のように勘違いしてしまいそうよ。▼ Chloé: When you describe it so magnificently like that, you almost make me mistake it for a respectable hobby. [ルイ]仲良く話す女性たちを眺めるのが好き。 それが趣味なのはおかしなことでしょうか。▼ 触れたいわけでもなければ、 会話に加わりたいわけでもないのに。▼ Louis: I like gazing upon women chatting amicably. Is that really such a strange hobby to have? Considering I do not want to bother them, nor join in the conversation? [クロエ]本当に見ているだけがいいのね。▼ Chloé: And you are truly happy just watching them? [ルイ]美しい風景を楽しむのと同じですよ。 心を穏やかにし、静かに眺めるんです。▼ 無害で健全な趣味だと思っていますし、 クロエさんなら理解してくれるはずで��？▼ Louis: It is the same as enjoying beautiful scenery. It calms my heart, and I watch quietly. I think both are a harmless, healthy hobby. You of all people should understand.

Localized English:

Chloé: The way you talk, it sounds like you were taking in fine art at a gallery. Louis: To me, there is no greater art. The finest galleries fall far short by comparison. There are so many subtleties and nuances to be seen that I could do so all day. Chloé: That's really the whole reason you do it? Louis: It's no different than appreciating a beautiful landscape. I sit quietly and let it soothe me. I see no harm in people-watching, and I'm sure you of all people must agree.

Of course everyone will have their own reaction, but calling it a work of art to stare at the subtleties and nuances of women who might not know he's there... feels even more weird to me than the Japanese, where he directly says he likes watching women talk. The exact words of the conversation are different, sure, but I get the same feeling. 

As I’ve said before, I feel like certain groups of conversations get assigned to different staff, and the two (or more) translators/localizers don’t always meet up to make sure they are on the same page with the same character. Some chunks of the localized text feel like the localizers tried to make Louis’ people-watching more gender-neutral, and others feel like it's still very much a thing he mostly does to women. Just an observation, nothing to quote me on.

And so, I think that’s all I have to say on Louis for the moment! Thanks for the question anon, he is a character that makes for interesting discussion.

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

May I ask for a SAGAU Venti x reader/player fic where the reader takes Venti to the GAA and mains him always please? And one day he sees the reader/player is crying so he’s determined to get out of the device to help her. Thank you! Also if you can please use she/her pronouns ❤️

Gladly! Since you didn’t specify wether you wanted cult sagau or just basic sagau, I went with basic since that seemed to fit your request a bit more. Also, while I do understand the request for a gendered reader; I do try to keep my works gender neutral, since it’s never fun to be left out. So while I can’t fulfill the fem!reader part, I can certainly do the rest!

Well Done

If someone had asked Venti where his favorite place was a few years ago, he wouldn’t have missed a beat before replying with the answer of ‘why, all of Mondstandt of course!’

But had someone asked him that now, well, his answer would be quite different.

While his nation would always be dear to him, he had found something he loved even more.

Your company.

He adored every moment with you, enjoyed going wherever you took him, every second with your presence was a joy. The bard’s heart would leap when he heard your voice, and the sound of your laugh was a sure fire way to make him smile.

But today… Today something was different.

You had been silent today. Uncharacteristically so.

He grew more and more nervous, but he really began to panic when he heard you sniffle quietly and hold back sobs. He wished with everything in him to reach out and comfort you, but he couldn’t reach your world.

You log out of the game, too emotionally exhausted to try to continue playing. Instead you opt to lie down and cry, letting the tears that had been begging to be shed all day finally go free.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A bard clad in green barged into an alchemist’s mountainside camp, out of breath from the journey.

“Ah, Venti, what brings you here? Has something happened?”

“Albedo is the portal ready yet?”

“Oh that’s what this is about. I see. Well, in a literal sense, yes, it’s operational. However it is… Unstable. Extremely so. While I’m certain you must be eager to meet them, for now it’s best to be patient. I will need time to resolve some of the issues that have arisen before it is safe.”

“There’s no time for that! J-Just let me use it, I’ll be fine! I’ll test it out for you!”

“Are you alright Venti? You’re not this… frantic usually. Has something happened?”

Venti sighs softly and looks the researcher in the eye, a few stray tears in his own.

“…they were crying Albedo… They’re crying and I can’t do anything to help them from here…”

“… I… I see.”

Albedo hesitates for a moment before sighing himself.

“Very well, if you are certain you wish to take this risk, then I’ve no chance of swaying you. However, keep in mind, this is not permanent. The way the portal is now it can only form a temporary connection between worlds. Once that time is up, you will be transported back to Teyvat.”

“That’s fine. That’s enough, more than enough.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hugged the pillow tightly as you lie on your bed, having exhausted yourself from the emotional battle so thoroughly that you’d cried yourself to sleep.

Because of this, you didn’t see the familiar set of doors that you passed through every time you logged into Genshin materialize in your room. Nor did you see them open, or the figure that stepped through. You were too deep in sleep to know the fact that they muttered quiet words of affection and validation to you.

“You’ve been so strong… Please, let yourself rest [Name]. You’ve done more than enough…”

Later you’d awaken to a lingering scent of flowers and apple cider, and perhaps if you looked a moment more, you’d find a small pendant of a blooming cecilia left on your pillow.

[elizabethsaige]

robin buckley, certified lovergirl pt 3.

robin buckley x reader head canons

a/n: bc i can't write anything longer than bullet points :) also steve and eddie are canon in this

warnings: female!reader, gender specified in certain head canons 

*not my gif

part one // part two

^^^^ she's so cute i can’t

you two rarely fight, mainly because robin gets really nervous that you’ll break up with her over ever small fight

so every time you two do have one, robin is ready to talk it through

but sometimes you need time to process and think things over so you don’t say the wrong thing or say something you’ll regret

and there are always cuddles afterward

you NEVER actually call her by her name, so when you do address her as ‘robin’ she knows you’re upset

“robin” 

“shit, what did i do? why are you using my real name?”

sometimes you call her that just to mess with her and she always gets you back for it

dates where steve is third wheeling

and then so many double dates with steve and eddie

you and robin spend the entire time making fun of them for how in love with each other they are :)

it’s fun, especially since neither of you have seen steve like this

like ever

you know that steve means a lot to robin so you always make sure they are still able to have their best friend time alone

but robin will never admit that to steve’s face, but lets be real, everyone knows that they are the best friend duo

robin has a big thing for random facts

and she’ll randomly pull one out whenever she’s nervous

also lots of hand holding and playing with you fingers when she’s nervous

thrift shopping together 

robin knows which thrift stores are the best and which ones to avoid so you always find something good

max, mike, and lucas have all called you and robin ‘mom’ at one point or another so now you two are the younger kids’ mothers, along with steve

in fact, max is almost always asking to hang out with you guys

robin loves that the kids love her

but she doesn’t want kids of her own

it’s not really hard to get on robin’s nerves, all you have to do is purposefully interrupt her when she’s talking and she’s immediately annoyed

you run away from the spiders, robin captures them and sets them free outside

she’s definitely a bug girl

the only bug she doesn’t like are bees, especially wasps

she’ll squeal and run away from them, claiming she’s allergic to them (she’s not allergic)

one time you and robin went to the zoo and she spent a good 45 minutes talking to one of the tarantulas 

speaking of talking to things; she talks about you to the moon so much

“-and it’s crazy, i’ve been trying to find a girl just like her my whole life and now that i have her, i can’t believe it. she’s literally everything i’ve ever wanted and she makes me so happy, like so happy. i didn’t think i’d ever be this happy being with someone and i just still can’t believe it”

you tease her a lot about it, but she doesn’t stop because she’s so proud of having you as her girlfriend

you two are avid milf enthusiasts

karen wheeler being your favorite milf <3

[i-just-like-goats]

Gakushu Asano x Reader (no gender specified) attempted Fluff - though it is more of a comfort than a fluff oops

Summary: Gakushu only shows a certain part of himself to you

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 0.3k

Gakushu Asano. Son of the principal, student council president, top student and your boyfriend. Throughout Kunugigaoka, he was revered, even feared. His status as the principal’s son as well as his intimidating aura didn’t do much to prevent people from bowing down to him. But to you, Gakushu Asano was a dork. A side he would never show to anyone but you.

“Good morning Y/N,”

“Why so stiff? You don’t need to put on an act in front of me,”

“I know, I’m just too accustomed to it,”

“Your dad didn’t tell you to break up with me did he?”

“No!”

Gakushu’s eyes went wide at the accusation, but he composed himself to sound more formal.

“No. I assure you nothing of the sort happened,”

“I was kidding. You don’t need to take me so seriously. Come here,”

You opened your arms to pull him into an embrace. He willingly obliged and wrapped his arms around you. His once tense body relaxed in your embrace; he rested his chin on your shoulder as you soothingly stroked his hair.

“You seem stressed,”

“Is it obvious?”

“No, but I know you in a way others don’t,”

“That Karma just never fails to rile me up,”

“That Karma isn’t as good as you. Rest assured, he will not surpass you,”

“Thank you. I’m so grateful I have someone like you to listen to my worries and calm me down,”

“It’s why we’re together in the first place, we make up for each other’s flaws,”

“I didn’t take you for the cheesy type,”

“Only for you,”

And you meant it. Like Asano, you only ever felt like you could dissolve your walls around him.

“I want to marry you in the future,” he boldly declared.

“Take me out somewhere after school and I’ll consider it,”

“Why not now?”

“We’re fifteen that’s why,” you stated.

“That’s why I said in the future,”

“Let’s pass our midterms before we think about marriage and finances,”

“Alright. Anything for you. Just know, it’s never too late to start thinking of the future,”

“Gakushu!”

A/N: whoa, no angst? Who is this and what have you done to my wheel? /j

[havin-a-wee]

Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

this is so long overdue i apologize but this is a request! i kinda love this piece so i hope you guys do too!

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

[bloodwrittenballad]

Greatest Weapon | Kaz Brekker

Summary: you’re Kaz’ greatest weapon, but he refuses to use you for one of his most important heists. angrily you question him for reasoning as to why and find out you’re not just his greatest weapon, but his greatest weakness too.

Warnings: fighting, slight angst, mentions of death and injuries, swears, shitty writing, little sweet at the end. readers gender isn’t specified. also please note i’m dyslexic so if there’s any mistakes please be kind about it!

let me know what you think! it’s rushed i know and probably not great but feedback is always appreciated! - parker

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Kaz sat at his desk, head resting in his gloved hands as he mulled over the conversation he’d just had about the largest mission with the crows. It was no doubt going to be a tricky one, and with your help the other were convinced it’d work. However, Kaz was not entirely too sure about that.

“I’ve said it before and I will say it again. We are not asking for their assistance.” Kaz muttered bitterly at Jesper, who was wide eyed at the suggestion of using your gifts. “But why not?” Inej pressed the matter. She’d seen you in action before, she knew you were more than capable of pulling off heists, especially one of this risk. “They’ve got talent, Kaz. Skill. We need that, especially now. Why can’t we use them?” Asked a desperate Inej.

“Because I said so!” Kaz had snapped, not meaning to come off as harsh, especially to Inej, but the subject of you had always round him up. “We are not using Y/N for this mission, and that. is. final.” The other crow members nodded, jaws slightly clenched and eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but nonetheless they listen to their boss and dropped the subject.

You, however, would not give up so easily. As soon as you had gotten to the Slat to hear the latest update on the mission, only to find out from Inej that you weren’t to be apart of it, all thanks to the ever so lovely bastard of the barrel, you saw red. Inej barely got to mutter out anything else she may have had to say, before you were stomping up the stairs to Kaz’s office.

You didn’t bother knocking like you usually would’ve, instead your soft hand met the cold metal doorknob, and ripped it open with great ferocity. The sound of intense creaking and Kaz’s name being spat broke him out of his thoughts, his cold and tired eyes snapping up to your angry ones. He stood up at once, his tall body standing still before your seething shorter figure.

“What is the meaning of this, Y/N.” He spoke in his usual authoritative edge. You scoffed. “Oh please, like you don’t fucking know exactly why I’m here. Instead why don’t you tell me the meaning of why you aren’t allowing me on this next mission? Huh? Why’s that, Kaz?” Your voice was harsh as you all but spat your words in his face, like they were venom seeping off your tongue in waterfalls.

Kaz wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t slightly surprised by your aggressiveness, yet of course he wouldn’t admit out loud or show it. Still, the spite in your demeanor towards him in this moment was like nothing he’d ever witnessed before. Sure you were as stubborn as could be, there was no denying that, and as his greatest weapon, he knew more than anyone just how fearsome you were. You’d just never directed it at him.

Until now. And Kaz could see just how much these jobs meant to you. However, regardless of the fact, his mind was made up, and that was final. You were not to be joining this mission, instead you could stay there with any medical supplies they may need ready in case anyone got injured. But he couldn’t risk you being the one in possible need of help in the unfortunate case you got hurt if you went.

And that’s exactly what he told you, not that final part of him not wanting you get hurt though of course. You let out another scoff followed by the fakest laugh he had ever heard. Actually, come by think of it, that was the only time he’d ever heard you laugh in general. What a pity it wasn’t genuine.

“Oh so what, is this a demotion? Or do you suddenly just not need me anymore, is that it? I thought I was your stupid ‘Greatest Weapon’. What changed that?”

‘My feelings for you!’ Kaz’s mind seemed to yell at him. Instead he just clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at you. “It’s not a demotion, it’s protection.”He claimed. You rolled your eyes. “Bullshit. Protection against what exactly? You know better than anyone else that I can handle myself. Been doin’ it since I was a kid, I’m more capable than most when it comes to fighting.”

“I wasn’t talking about your protection.” Kaz hissed. Lie. “I’m talking about our protection, me and the other Crows. You’re reckless, you get hotheaded, that puts us in danger. I can’t afford you putting any of our lives on the line anymore, especially on this job.”

Another lie. You weren’t any of those things. You were one of the most skilled he’d ever seen or known, he just had to say these things to get you to back down. You however, being the stubborn pain in the ass you always were, still wasn’t buying it, even if you were slightly hurt by what he said.

“No. No Kaz I’m buying that. I’m not reckless, I never have been. I’m your best shot at bringing home the big win for this heist and you know that! Everyone fucking knows that! So tell me, truthfully, why aren’t you letting me do this? Is it punishment? Or could it be that you’re jealous? Is that it?”

Kaz drew in a deep breathe as he listened to you rant, which stopped you short in your tracks. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re jealous. Oh Saints, is the Kaz Brekker jealous of his Greatest Weapon? Is that why you don’t want me going, because you’re afraid I’ll best you?”

His dark eyes glared at the mention, but remained silent. You just smirked, thinking you had figured it out. “Well then,” you hummed. “I guess now that we’ve gotten to the bottom of this I can go, can’t I? Unless you don’t mind me telling everyone why you had such a hissy fit over me joining...”

With that, you turned to leave his office, satisfied thinking you won and could officially go. But before you reached the door, Kaz’s voice calling your name stopped you in your spot. You froze, shocked by the tone of his voice. Not because it was harsh, not because he was snapping at you, but... because the way he spoke was so soft it was like a whisper.

That was something you’d never experienced before. Kaz had never sounded so, desperate? You turned on your heals to him, your boots creaking on the floor as you came face to face with him. And that’s when the real shock of this situation set in.

In front of you was no longer your boss, the barrel of the bastard that so many feared. Instead, in his place was a boy who looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Y/N,” he began, it came out in a croak. “Kaz?” You questioned, unsure you took a few steps closer towards him.

He looked up you, with shiny eyes that looked like they burned with tears waiting to be shed. “Kaz, I- Whats going-,” you began, but he held up a gloved hand, silencing you.

“Y/N,” he started once more. “I- I’m not doing any of this out of jealousy, o-or because I think you’re reckless. I’m going this because...” his voice goes quiet, and he looks like he’s trapped in thought. “Because...?” you questioned, eagerly awaiting whatever it was he was going to say.

Kaz inhaled heavily before exhaling, pinching the bridge of his nose and tightly closing his eyes. “Because I can’t lose you.” he finally concluded. And now it was your turn to inhale sharply, shock overtaking you once more.

“W-what do you mean, lose me, Kaz? I-I dont-,” he interrupts you. “This heist is dangerous, Y/N. It’s not like our usual ones, this one could mean certain death for some. I cannot let any of those be you. I won’t. I can’t. You may be my greatest weapon, but you’re also my greatest weakness. W-without you I- I can’t think of what I’d do without you. You’re all I have left, Y/N. The only person I’ve had by my side since I was a child that I have left and I can’t jeopardize that more than I have. So please, please I’m begging you, stay here. For me.”

Your eyes went wide and glassy as he spoke, all the words that tumbled out of his mouth hitting you at full speed while you tried to process what this meant. You rose your bowed head to look him in the eyes, they mirrored your own. Glassy and wide, but with a mix of something you hadn’t seen in ages.

Childlike hope. The same hope he had in his eyes the day you promised you’d be by his side forever when you were both children. His only hope left was to keep you safe, that’s all he wanted. And that’s when you agreed, “okay.” your voice was shaky. “Okay, I’ll stay. But just for this one, deal? As long as you promise me you’ll be okay without me. Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

Kaz felt many things in this moment of what he had just revealed, but mostly he felt relieved at your agreement. If he could ensure you’d be safe for even just an extra day, then he’d make it his mission to make sure this heist went perfectly so he could make it back home to you.

“I promise. I’ll come back to you, Y/N. I always will.”

[where-is-francis]

Awesome! Could I get a headcanon for Sam with a Gender neutral s/o who cheers him on while he’s training to become Captain America?

Man Behind The Shield

Rules Of My Blog

Pronouns: Not Specified

A/N: Literally so excited to do this you have no idea :,) the series was so fucking good, I cried at the end. I really can’t wait to see where they go with it bc holy shit dude. Also I hope you like this 💕

TW: References to racism/struggles of black people in America. Sam being somewhat distant and not knowing what to do. Kinda angst and then fluff. :,)

Sam had to be one of the most determined people you’d ever met

Finding somebody with such a strong moral compass was once in a lifetime

Besides being partners in missions, you found yourself being The Falcon’s partner in life

He would never admit it, but he knew from the moment he saw you that you were the one

When you heard about The Flagsmashers, you knew it was time to go back into the field

“You’re not going with me, neither of you, Torres and I have it covered.”

A quick look from you and Bucky was all it took

“We’re coming with you, and you have no choice.”

Everything after that seemed like a blur, leaving your small team busted and blue at every opportunity

Still, you all knew that it was worth fighting for

After the three of you visited Isaiah for the first time, Sam began to show just how heavy the weight of the world was

You didn’t force him to talk, but you still made sure to let him know you had his back no matter what

A few restless nights led to another secret visitation to a certain house in Maryland

When he got back, he told you everything while choking back tears

Everything that Isaiah had gone through, and continues to go through

At the time, you didn’t know what to say to even attempt to make him feel better

The next morning you woke up alone, listening to the boys run around outside

When you went downstairs, Sarah already knew what happened; the energy that filled the room was pained and you spent the morning in silence

Sam sat on the steps outside, looking out on the lake

Every part of you had been thinking about something, anything, to say to help him figure it out

You grabbed another cup of coffee and tiptoed outside carefully, trying not to wake Bucky, and asked the boys if they could go inside for a few minutes

Technically, you bribed them and said you’d buy them pizza for dinner if they were good for the day, but you wanted a minute alone with their uncle

You sat down and joined in on the silence, passing the warm mug along

He smiled and accepted, continuing to stare off into the distance

“If you’re here to tell me to not let him get in my head, Sarah already beat you to it,”

You grinned and nudged his arm playfully, getting him to finally lock eyes with you

“Good to know at least one of the Wilson kids has some sense.”

The two of you sipped your drinks in comfortable silence, just thinking things over

After a while he turned to you again

“What do you think I should do?”

“Do you want the tough love answer or the mushy answer?”

He sat his cup down and leaned back a bit, lost in thought

“Steve gave you that shield for a reason, and I know he’s… gone… but he knew what he was doing. You act tough, but you weren’t always ready to be The Falcon either.”

“Ah, so tough love it is.”

“All I’m saying is that you have what it takes. And anybody can see that.”

Sam knew you had a point. But what if he messed up again?

“I think we can both agree that I’m not the blonde-haired, blue-eyed fantasy that they want behind the shield.”

“There’s always wigs and colored contacts,”

He laughed at that. For the first time since the visitations, a genuine laugh came from him.

You couldn’t tell if it was at the thought of him in a cheap blonde wig or just that you knew how to joke with him, but he needed it

“Ok ok, but seriously. Steve knew what he was doing. And you do too, your heart has always been in the right place since I met you. You’re holding sympathy for a girl who most likely is gone by now. All things considered, I think she does have a point.”

“What’s that?”

“She knows that we can’t wait for change. We have to do it ourselves. I don’t care if they want another white Captain America. If you pick up that shield, think of how many little black boys and girls will know that there’s somebody fighting for them.”

For once, you left your partner speechless

“We can’t change the past, but we can change the future. And we can make it better.”

That was all it took

It was like a lit match into kerosene, he knew what he had to do

In the months that Karli and her followers were laying low, Sam practically trained from sun up to sun down

Some days he would need that extra shove (literally) to get out of bed

You cheered him on as best as you could, though he teased you about having his own personal drill Sergeant

He wouldn’t trade it for anything, and neither would you

The white, red, and blue suit fit perfectly as he checked it over in the mirror of your room

It was like you both had hope again

You reached down to pick up the shield and pass it to him

The two of you locked eyes and eventually leaned in for a kiss, the energy in the room like a million sparklers on the Fourth of July

“Welcome home, Captain America.”

Like the story? I appreciate that. Im a gn/male reader insert blog. Reblogs are greatly appreciated, as it helps people find my stuff 💕

[madlittlecriminal]

Getaway » Doctor Strange × Reader (PLATONIC)

Request: no, Strange is my comfort character. im also excited for May 6 ☺️

Warnings: mentions of abuse, gender is not specified

His face had confusion written all over it as he read your text message. Every weekend you would both hang out at a cabin you both put money into, but apparently you decided to cancel those plans not once, but this is now the fourth weekend you canceled. The first two weekends you stood with friends, the third weekend you said you were volunteering at an animal shelter. Now, you apparently don’t have a travel bag, but he knew it was a lie because you declined his offer of him bringing you a bag he got from Nepal when he went with Wong for a few days. Stephen sighed and locked his phone before getting up from his couch to get ready for bed.

He didn’t know why you would decide to bale on him this time, but he didn’t like it one bit. He knew you were definitely lying this time as the past three weeks you had sent him pictures. You said it was to keep his mind at ease and to let him know you were safe as you knew his superhero side would come out if he thought you were in danger. Stephen appreciated that you did it, but now he has a feeling you’re avoiding him. Why? He has no clue, but something told him it was your significant other who was insecure and didn’t allow you to hang out with him.

He shook his head, refusing to think they would do that to you, but remembered the last time you saw him, sadness was written in your eyes; they were dull compared to the slight shine they always had. As he walked over to his bed, running a hand through his hair, he contemplated whether or not to call you just to make sure you were okay and if you were certain you didn’t wanna go to the cabin. Just as he went to click your name, a knock was heard on his door. He put his phone in the pocket of his sweats and walked over to the door, wondering who it could be at 2 am. When he saw your disheveled look through the peep hole, his heart sank.

Who could hurt his best friend so badly that they let themselves go into a dark pit of sorrow?

He opened the door, shocked at the dark circles under your eyes. “What happened?” He asked as you bit your lip in sadness. “Can I come in?” He nods, moving to the side, allowing you to enter his home. As you took off your hoodie, he saw the hidden marks on your body; the ones that weren’t physical, but still noticeable. “I broke up with them. I couldn’t take it anymore, Stephen.” He locks his door before walking over to you. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You know I won’t scold you for your choices, (Y/N).” You shook your head and let out a shaking breath. “I didn’t avoid you because I ended the relationship with them. It was the reason for ending it that made me avoid you.”

You explained to him what happened and when he realized how much pain you’ve endured, he refused to pull you back into those awful memories. “That’s enough, (Y/N). I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You wiped a tear from your cheek and took a deep breath. “How would I hurt myself?” He sighs. “Bringing back memories of trauma can harm you. I don’t want you to describe it or anything. You simply telling me that you were abused mentally and emotionally is enough. You don’t have to relive your trauma with descriptions. I refuse to see you hurt.”

“But talking about it heals, doesn’t it?” He nods. “Yes, and unlike him, you can tell me, but only when you’re 100% ready. I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me the whole story now. You can take your time because I’ll be here and I don’t want you thinking that I’ll ever leave you to deal with things on your own.” You smiled through your tears and hugged him. “Thank you. Im sorry for keeping this from you. I just thought you would’ve reacted negatively.” He shook his head as he wrapped his arms around you. “I would never. Best friends should be there for one another regardless of the situation. I care about you and I love you, okay? If you ever feel down, just let me know and we can arrange something, but don’t ever suffer alone.”

“Speaking of, is the offer still on the table for the cabin?” He chuckles with a nod. “Yes, I can wait for you to pack and we’ll head on our way. Want me to take you home?” You shake your head. “I was hoping you’d say yes, so I packed before coming just in case.” He grinned and walked to his room to grab his bag. “Let’s head on our way then! We do have to buy some snacks though. I kind of munched on everything with Wong when you couldn’t make it.” You laughed with a nod. “That’s fine, buddy. We can stop by a supermarket on the way there.”

With that, you both head out to your car to enjoy a much needed escape. Even if it was for the weekend, you were spending time with your best friend and that’s all that mattered to you.

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[halloweenhoneylover]

the window

summary: reader gives spencer a really cute holiday gift, and he really, really appreciates it (spencer reid x gn!reader)

word count: 2.7k

author’s note: this was supposed to be a blurb lmao. also anon, u did not specify gender, so this is gender neutral!!! also, this is for the holiday season and isn’t specific to christmas (aside from mentions of secret santa gift exchange). also also, spencer knits canonically.

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

Rolling your eyes, you closed the seemingly menacing pop-up on your screen and continued to finish up your paperwork. A few seconds passed before a second pop-up appeared.

DO NOT CLOSE MY MESSAGES!!!

You heaved a sigh and stood, making your way to Garcia’s lair. Pushing the door open, you skipped a greeting entirely and chided, “Dude, you gotta stop sending scary pop-ups to my computer. People are gonna start thinking that unsubs are hacking the FBI and threatening agents.”

From beneath her horn-rimmed glasses, Penelope tutted and chewed the end of her pen. “You are no fun. Besides, you are forgetting my immensely cool and mysterious origin story. ‘The Black Queen’ was not one of the good guys!”

“That’s true,” you admitted, “but you’re one of us now, so that means no more suspicious messages unless you want to be fired.”

She gave you a contemptuous glare, “Not gonna happen. Also, I’m really shocked that you thought you could distract me from the matter at hand.”

Furrowing your brow, you replied, “I don’t even know what the matter at hand is.”

Garcia’s smirk curled devilishly. “You and Reid.”

Further confusion ensued. “And what about us?”

She groaned and threw her head back, “Oh my god, you really are dragging this out. I know that you did not get him for Secret Santa, but you still got him a present.” The quirking of her eyebrows was enough to indicate that she meant more than what she was saying, and you were hesitant to explore the implications.

“Okay, first of all, it is illegal to look at my credit card history, and secondly, he is my best friend, so yes, I got him a present. Is that a crime?”

“Certainly not...but this does solidify the fact that you’re in love with him.”

“Dear god, Garcia, I am not in love with Spencer Reid.”

The look she gave you was one of utter incredulity. Her disbelief was so strong in fact that she did not deign your statement worthy of verbal response. Instead, she sat there. Staring. And under her rather unnerving gaze, you began to fidget, your resolve slowly dissolving. Squeezing your eyes shut, you relented. 

“Okay, maybe I am the littlest, tiniest bit in love with Spencer Reid.”

“Well, duh, but what I really need to know is when you’re gonna tell him.”

“When? Garcia, this is not a ‘when’ question. Actually, it’s not a question at all because never in a million years would I ever tell him.”

“Why not?” she exclaimed, gesturing with her pen still in hand. “You spend almost all of your time together, at work and at home! You guys go to bookstores and museums and cafes. He talks about his silly little statistics, and you listen, and you make your silly little jokes, and he laughs; you’re a match made in heaven! And he’s so obviously into you! That boy writes the definition of heart eyes every time he looks at you.”

Steeling your jaw, you rebutted, “That’s just not true.” Your voice faltered. “Sure, I’ve noticed a certain...affection, but he does not love me in the same way I love him.” You let out a shaky breath before deciding to continue. “Did you know that in all of our years of friendship he’s never touched me? I mean sure, it’s happened once or twice in the field, but that was always an accident. And yeah, I know he has his thing with germs, but don’t you think if he liked me as anything more than a friend, he would have done something by now? A pinky promise, a teasing elbow jab—I don’t know—something?”

Penelope’s face softened, and she tried to recover your confidence. “He’s like that with everyone! He likes his space. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him initiate contact with anyone on the team.”

 “But isn’t that the point, Garcia? I’m just like everyone else to him. He wants space from me.” Bitterness roiled in your stomach and dripped from your tongue. “Not very romantic, huh?” 

Trying to piece together a counterargument, she stumbled slightly, “No, I will give you that.” She paused. “But I think he’s just scared. Not of germs, not of you, but of his feelings for you. He’s not the most well-adjusted person I know.”

You chuckled lightly, gradually resuming your normally light-hearted disposition, “I would agree.”

“Well, I hope he likes his present.”

The semblance of a tired smile graced your face. “Yeah, me too.” 

You turned to walk out and had almost made it out the door when her voice stopped you. “Also, I will stop sending suspicious pop-ups to your computer.”

Peeking back through the doorway, you grinned.“I think it’d be for the best. Texting does exist for a reason.”

——— 

It had been a really good day. It wasn’t often where an entire day in the bullpen passed only with friends and laughter and love and light, but today was one of them. Snow fell silently outside the windows, but everything inside felt warm like laughing so hard that your cheeks ache and your stomach hurts.

By now, a sort of daze had befallen the team as the giddiness wore on and the alcohol set in, fuzzing eyes and minds. Most everyone had paired off after the gift exchange a few minutes prior, but no one had drifted too far. (Maybe it was the team instinct: never stray too far from the pack, but it was also likely that everyone just enjoyed the proximity to their loved ones, their family.) Garcia seemed to be in heaven, tucked into Morgan’s side on a couch that had been dragged haphazardly into the bullpen, and murmured conversation stretched on with intermittent peals of laughter. Predictably, Hotch and Rossi had sequestered themselves to a nearby desk, their scotch glasses never dry and grins never fading. (Hotch during the holidays was something special. His often frigid demeanor thawed, and out from the ice peeked his former self who wasn’t so serious. (His rare giggles were quite the surprise though.)) Emily and JJ sat on the latter’s desk, discussing anything and everything (except for psychopathic murderers), while you had pulled your chair up to sit beside Spencer at his desk. 

“So are you pleased about your gift from Rossi?” you asked, a faint grin playing at your lips.

“I am,” he replied, clearly enthused. “But I don’t think I’ll ever understand how he managed to get an authentic TARDIS key.” His finger traced the edge of the authenticity certificate Rossi had bestowed on him that sat on his desk; the key was already hanging around his neck.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded. “Well, money is a powerful thing.”

“True,” he mused before furrowing his brow. “But that’s another thing, the expense limit is not a suggestion, but he always treats it like it is. Puts all the rest of us to shame.”

“There’s no shame in an inexpensive gift!” you argued. “As long as time or thought was put in, it doesn’t matter.”

“Penelope surely didn’t skimp on time spent for yours,” he said, pointing to the homemade knitted hat and glove set on the desk beside you.

“No, I did not!” she yelled from her spot on the couch, somehow having managed to pick up on your conversation, and you laughed. “Lots and lots of time and love was poured into those!” Her speech was slightly slurred as her eggnog intake began to infringe on her lucidity.

“I know this, and I love you for it,” you beamed at her.

“I love you too.” She proceeded to bury her face in Derek’s shoulder who could only chuckle at her antics. 

You picked up a glove and inspected it. “I truly cannot comprehend how she made these. Circular knitting needles are my living hell.”

Sitting up with renewed interest, Spencer said, “If you need help with them, I could lend a hand. I knit my mom a sweater this year, and I think I finally understand how they work if you ever wanted me to show you.”

“I’d love that.” Hopefully, the flush of your cheeks could be blamed on the wine you had had. “Speaking of your mom, how is she? Are you excited to see her?”

The corners of his mouth turned up, and he nodded. “She’s good; her nurse said she’s been doing really well lately. She’s less paranoid, more alert, so I’m really excited. I think this will be a good trip.”

“I’m so glad!” You sat there with a dumb smile for a moment, your mind lagging for a moment (damn wine) before realization crashed onto you. “Wait, speaking of your mom, I have something for you!” He cocked his head to the side as you stood up and went to your desk, rifling through one of the drawers. Pulling out a neatly wrapped gift, you trotted back over and offered it to him. “This is for you.”

He took it, running a hand over the wrapping paper (it was the one with cowboys wearing Santa hats that you had found when shopping together a couple weeks before, his favorite). “(Y/N), you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Shrugging lightly, you said, “Yeah, I know we did the whole gift exchange thing, but I saw it, and I thought of you and had to get it.” And you definitely did not actively seek this out for him in the search for his perfect present. Which is something somebody who is definitely not in love with him would do.

He looked up at you, eyes already glassy and searching your face for something. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but then he met your gaze with unwavering certainty. “Thank you, (Y/N/N).”

“No problem, ya big sap, now open it already.” 

Ever the cautious one, he opened it carefully, sliding a finger under the edge of the paper and gently easing the tape up. The small action of unwrapping a present so attentively was just so Spencer your heart swelled as you suppressed the growing grin. From the paper emerged a book.

“‘A Collection of Poems by Geoffrey Chaucer,’” he murmured, smoothing a hand over the cover.

When he didn’t immediately react, seemingly frozen, nerves crept up the back of your neck, and you sputtered out some sort of reasoning. “I know your mom used to read Chaucer to you; you mentioned ‘The Parliament of Fowls’ when we worked the Fisher King case, and it’s in this collection, and I thought it’d be fun for you to take it to Vegas and read it together and—”

Your explanation came to an abrupt halt as Spencer threw his arms around you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. Immediately melting into it, you embraced him with a similar intensity and buried your face in his neck. Something in his touch allowed you to let go, and it felt like the moment you could finally exhale. 

A breath you’d been holding for longer than you could remember. 

You could smell the cologne that he wore for ‘special occasions’ and his shampoo and something so faint but so undeniably him, and his hand slid up to the back of your head, cradling it in the most tender fashion, and you felt like you could cry. So you pulled him closer, and he did the same.

The hug definitely lasted longer than what most people would find comfortable, but neither of you could be convinced to retreat until you became aware of the silence that had settled over the bullpen. You felt the many pairs of eyes on you, and it pained you to pry yourself off of Spencer. Breathless, you looked around at the shocked faces of your co-workers who sat with mouths agape and eyes wide. You coughed slightly to try to ease the tension and then for some reason beyond your knowledge, you decided to wave at them in the most awkward fashion. Sitting back down, you could feel stares lingering as conversation resumed, and you looked up at Reid who looked like a deer in headlights. You laughed quietly, tugging his sleeve until he received the memo and sat down again. 

He cleared his throat and avoided eye contact, glancing at his present. “Thank you for the book, (Y/N/N).”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, your tone earnest as ever. Still reeling from the hug, you faintly became aware of the speed of your heartbeat and unconsciously brought a hand to your chest. You attempted fruitlessly to sort through your raging thoughts, while across from you, Spencer tried to think of something, anything to say now. 

He couldn’t really believe he’d done it. His germaphobia remained everpresent, but somehow the emotion welling in his chest at your sincerity and benevolence had overridden it, and he felt helpless in stopping himself. His heart had lurched in his chest as if it was suddenly struck with the need to be in your hands, propelling him forward. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t wanted to. He had wanted to for so long, but he’d never mustered the courage before. There was something so special, so intimate about touch, and so many people gave it so freely, and he just didn’t understand how they could allow themselves the indulgence. The absolute luxury of giving and receiving love. Spencer often felt like he sat by a window, watching his life pass by outside of it, and he had always wanted to open it, to really experience all the joy and all the grief and all the love that was waiting for him, but it was scary to open himself up to those feelings and the hurt that could ensue. So, he usually sat discontented by his window. But today, it was like he’d grabbed a hammer and smashed the glass completely and stepped through to be able to return the love you had offered him. 

It felt so good.

But now, he had no idea what to do. He stood there in the midst of the shattered glass, and deep down, he knew had to take the last couple steps to get to you, but he didn’t know how. 

His fingers fidgeted in his lap as he analyzed your blank face, trying to find something to give him the next direction when a realization hit him. “I didn’t get you anything!”

Drawn back from the depths of whatever thought you had been stuck in, you met his gaze and shook your head. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I broke the gift exchange rules to get you something, so you had no way of knowing.”

“But I feel terrible.” His eyebrows drew together, and he frantically tried to think of some way to repay you. “You get me an incredibly lovely and wonderfully thoughtful gift, and I’m the loser who didn’t get his best friend a present!”

“Spencer—”

“Wait!” he interrupted, a revelation arriving. (He knew how to take the last steps.) “When I get back after the holidays, do you want to get dinner with me? Then, we can go to the bookstore on 10th that you love, and you can pick out a book, and I’ll pay.”

Your eyes widened further than you thought possible, and your heart which had only partially recovered was off to the races once again. You decided to take the plunge and ask the burning question. “Do you—um, do you mean like a date?”

“Yeah,” he answered, beaming so brightly. “Yes. Like a date. If you want to.”

You held each other’s gaze, and the warmth that had filled the bullpen all day filled your chests, and you smiled so hard your faces hurt. 

So silly, you thought, to have wasted all this time boarding up my affection and keeping it tucked away, safe and useless.

So ridiculous, he thought, to have sat by that stupid window for so many years when the real thing feels so sweet.

“I think I’d like that a lot.”

[etherealluminescence]

Could I request a headcanon of the brothers reacting to finding MC sleeping in their bed?

Sure thing anon! Thanks for asking. No gender specified so it’s a GN!MC. ✨💘💗 thank you for requesting. I appreciate it.

I have three more requests after this one!! Don’t worry other anons I’ll get to you three asap. Two nsfw fics and one hc!

Brothers reacting to finding GN!MC in their bed sleeping

Lucifer

You wanted to make sure Lucifer wasn’t overworking himself, so you made him some tea and brought it to his office a bit after dinner.

After knocking and entering, you ask him how he was, how much work he had, and made a bit of casual conversation. He insisted it wasn’t much, but you could tell from the mountainous stack on his desk, it was going to take quite a few hours so you were going to do something nice for him.

Kissing his forehead, you left your boyfriend to his work and went to his bedroom. You were going to clean and organise it! That way he won’t have to worry about dust, and you’ll even wash his bedsheets and pillowcases tomorrow, because you’re the best lover ever.

You figured it would just take an hour or an hour and a half. What you didn’t expect was you forgetting where everything in the drawers go after cleaning them, and had to figure out where you even put them in the first place when cleaning. You also didn’t expect to see hidden photographs of you two in his drawers, but because you saw them you couldn’t not reminiscence and gush!!

It was already near midnight by the time you were done, so you decided to rest your head on his big comfy bed for a bit, relax your muscles, and then leave. You didn’t want him to find it was you, even if it were obvious. You just wanted him to have one less thing to stress about.

But your own exhaustion betrayed you, as you fell asleep and passed out for a few hours.

Sighing, Lucifer finally finished his paperwork. It had to be around three am about now. If Mammon didn’t annoy the witches again, for who knows what, probably existing, he would of been done hours ago.

He made his way to his room, gently massaging his stiff shoulders on the way. As he entered, he could immediately tell you were there, and noticed just how out of place certain things were.

This could only be your doing. You were the only one who would come into his room, clean it, and accidentally disorganise it.

He made his way to his bed, and smiled softly seeing your chest slowly rise up and down while you snuggled into his pillow.

He took off his coat, and climbed into bed cuddling you without changing, he just wanted to embrace you. You’re just a human but you’ve affected him, a great and prideful demon, so so much over the course of a single year.

He’s going to kill Mammon for taking away his precious free time with paperwork instead of spending it with you, but that can wait until the morning.

Mammon

It was breakfast time and you figured you should wake Mammon up, since he surprisingly was still asleep in his room. Normally you were the last up.

You walked into his room and made way to his bed, gentling shaking him. He wasn’t budging at all, so you decided to go a different path.

If he was going to sleep, so were you! You crawled into his bed and snuggled between his arms, your back against his chest, and your head under his for maximum warmth. Afterwards, you pull the sheets high enough to nearly cover your face.

When Mammon wakes up in an hour, though, he can tell he’s immediately touching something. Is he being punished in his sleep again?

Taking the covers off, he immediately looks down at what he was holding, only to notice it was you?? His favorite human’

Realization doesn’t really kick in that you’re sleeping in his bed snuggling in his arms because he goes to your room for cuddles. But then it hits him like a truck.

You crawled into his bed something when he was sleeping, made yourself comfy, and went to sleep yourself?

You’re putting way too much trust in him, aren’t you!! He’s a man, he is a demon, yet you just went to sleep in his arms for who knows how long.

He stopped working for awhile before coming to the conclusion that of course you wanted to sleep with the GREAT Mammon he’s the best there ever is, who wouldn’t?

He goes back to sleeping, but now it’s back to back. Although he came to that conclusion it’s different than normal cuddling okay! He has to respect your personal space.

Leviathan

You were feeling slightly sick with a stomachache, and really just wanted to disappear off the planet to make it stop.

You were trying to think of a way to go to sleep and feel good at the same time. That’s when you remembered sleeping in bathtubs is good when you’re sick. At least that’s what your dad told you, and made you do as a child.

The coldness of the tub pressed against your skin should soothe it, so trusting your dad’s nonexistent medical degree, you went to test it out. My dad told me to do this once.

You didn’t want to bother Asmo asking for his bathtub when it’s probably covered in roses, so you went for someone who literally slept in a bathtub, Levi.

You knocked but there was no response. However your stomach hurt and you were not leaving for anyone. You entered the room, surprisingly unlocked. Levi was nowhere to be found, but you would explain it later.

Climbing into the bathtub, you lied stomach down while exposing your stomach. You brought one of pillows under your face and just planted yourself into it.

A half hour later, Levi returns to his room. He went to pickup a new limited addition Ruri Chan figurine. When he walked by his bathtub he thought he saw something or someone in it, but went to put the figure away first.

If there was something in his tub, one of his brothers must of did it. He purposely left the door unlocked because he already set up a curse, so they’ll get what’s coming to them.

But then he notices it’s you and freaks out;; he set up the saying Ruri at the end of every sentence curse again.

Okay maybe it’s not too bad it was be adorable. He missed hearing you say ruri at the end of your sentences. But why were you in his tub?!

Realization kicks in and he’s so conflicted does he moves you, does he wake you, does he question every single decision in the entirety of his life right now?

He went for the latter. He’s slowly freaking out that he ends up just watching you from above sort of creepily for the next two hours.

When you wake up you just roll onto your back and see Levi staring down at you with an I’m not sure what to do striken face on. You burst out laughing and explain.

Now Levi thinks he overthought, but you assure him it’s fine and it’s sort of your fault for just breaking into his bed. But he’s concerned about your stomachache.

Your dad’s nonexistent medical degree saved you this time, and you hate to admit it. So you change the subject by offering him cuddles while still in his bed.

Congrats, you’ve broken your Levi.

Satan

You were only going to return a book you borrowed from Satan then go back to your room, you swore, but your desires betrayed you.

You greatly missed your boyfriend who has been busy studying up new curses, and practising magic with Solomon. You were happy he was socialising and learning, but you couldn’t help but feel lonely without him around so much lately.

You ended up returning his book, but reached towards his bed. Surely, he wouldn’t mind, right?

You crawled on top and snuggled into his blankets, trying to get the smell of him. It felt so incredibly comfy to be laying in his scent, that you closed your eyes for just a few minutes...

Click! The door began to open, and in came Satan. He was out for nearly half the day and it was nearly midnight, he just really wanted to rest. Lucifer did not deserve the amount of time Satan was using trying to learn to curse him.

He took off his blazer and set it on his chair before walking to his bed. He could see that something was underneath his blanket, a decently large shape.

He cautiously walked towards it. Was one of his brothers playing a prank and decided to put something under his blankets?

Peeling off the covers, he sees you, sleeping soundless, trying to snuggle into the blanket to get more warmth.

His heart melted and he could feel his exhaustion fading away from just seeing this. He changes into his night clothes and climbs into bed, hugging you from behind.

In the morning you wake up in his arms, engulfed by his warmth. You realised that you never actually woke up and left after you closed your eyes for “few minutes”. But this was actually very nice.

Peeling his arms up for a bit, without waking him, you turned around and snuggled into his chest after giving him a quick kiss.

If you two could always wake up like this, then this is your new bed.

Asmodeous

You and Asmo had spent the whole day shopping. You liked to shop, but shopping with Asmo was a whole other sport. Trying on fifteen outfits per store is a little bit too much for you.

When you two returned, Asmo immediately brought you to his room and told you to wait on his bed, while he goes to the bathroom and open up a few products.

It was pretty late in the afternoon, and you two weren’t going anywhere else, so it was nothing major, maybe a bit of makeup and a fashion show just small Asmo stuff.

While he left, you were sitting on the bed, but your back was really hurting, so were your feet. Everything just hurt. Way too much pushing, changing, walking, ah how you suffer.

You lay down backwards not intending to do anything but rest, your legs hanging off, and close your eyes. His bed was so soft and comfy it’s a crime that your bed isn’t this comfy.

When Asmo returns he sees you passed out on his bed, and is automatically gushing. He should be pissed you fell asleep during your shopping-makeup date but you were very special.

You’re absolutely adorable and even Asmo would say you’re pretty close to him in looks, because he loves you so much. He automatically forgives you.

You look so comfortable that he just picks you up, he may look delicate but the boy could easily throw you, and he fixes your position.

Not to anyone in particular, he says that it’s bad for your position to be like that while you sleep. He brings his covers over you, and goes to take off his makeup.

He won’t join you in bed because you deserve personal space, and he needs to spend two hours preparing his beautiful skin for dinner, but he will watch over you and continue to smile.

Beelzebub

All the brothers had an important meeting that lasted all afternoon until evening. With you not being a student council member, you weren’t going to wait out in the hall until evening, so Solomon walked you back to your dorms.

After getting back you thanked Solomon and just did stuff Lucifer usually told you not to do. Jump on the bed, eating extremely sweet snacks, go into everyone’s closest and take something and just wear it for a bit before returning it.

It was finally Beel’s closet’s turn to be ransacked by you. You started with his shots and they were all just extremely large. You saved his for last since it would take the least amount of time. One of his shirts could just be used as a nightgown.

You looked through a bunch of his shirts and decided on his regular black triangular one, because that smelled most like Beel, which you really loved.

After putting it on, you took off your pants/skirt to really see just how much of a dress it looks like on you. This man is absolutely giant.

You sigh to yourself in content as you jump backwards onto his bed, resting. You spent all evening breaking Lucifer’s rules and damn did it feel GOOD.

But now you were tired, so a small rest is needed. They probably wouldn’t come back till very late in the evening, so you’ll leave before then.

You were wrong. The meeting was finished earlier than expected, because everything with the witches got cleared up pretty quickly. All the brothers went their seperat ways to probably change, Belphie going straight to the attic, Lucifer’s face pissed him off.

Going to his room, Beel walks over to his closet, but before that he just sees you in his bed?? In his shirt, that’s obviously way too large for you.

His face goes from the surprise devildom sticker one to blushing. He had no clue why you were in his bed, and why you were wearing his shirt. But it was extremely cute and looked good on you!

He repositions you so that you’re comfy and pulls the blankets up more. You should really sleep with pants on do it doesn’t make him feel immoral please.

Beel watches over you while you sleep and even brings snacks up to his room to share with you when you wake up, but he eats like half of them. I’m sure you’ll still appreciate the sentiment when you’re awake, though.

Belphegor

It had been a very rough day for you. You procrastinated on all your assignments so you had to get them done in a few hours, you fell down the stairs, and you even forgot to bring your lunch to school. You were dead tired and couldn’t bring yourself to face reality anymore.

You had no idea where Belphie was and he wasn’t answering any calls, so you decided to go into his room and sleep so when he came back, he could snuggle with you.

You walked into his room and casually greeted Beel who was on his side eating cake.

Crawling into Belphie’s bed, you made yourself comfortable and snuggled into the blankets, trying to find even a little bit of his smell on it to comfort you.

You ended up falling asleep fairly quickly, and Beel eventually left the room to invade the kitchen again. During that time, Belphie returned home from rad.

He was sort of annoyed that his phone died and no he had to charge it, because he didn’t do overnight, and his sleep schedule is already abnormal.

He goes over to his bed to reach for the charger when he suddenly notices you!! Absolutely adorable, brightens his mood.

Normally he has to find you for naps, and cuddles into you, but this time you were just defencelessly sleeping in his bed, your shirt slightly pushed up and you were hugging his cow pillow.

The sight was adorable and he ends up forgetting to charge his phone again, because he’s already in that bed cuddling you, going to sleep.

He slept a whole lot at rad that he even came home late, but damn did he feel so tired and comfy with his arms wrapped around you.

[lucrezia-thoughts]

Hi! Can I request some more Benny Miller smut!! Please and thank you. I just love him so much

Hi, love!! 💚 You certainly can! Since you didn't specify a kink, I did a little research and I feel like these two fit Benny well... I hope this is what you were looking for...

Kink(s): Aquaphilia & Agoraphilia

• Aquaphilia - a sexual attraction to water, places with water and activities under water.

• Agoraphilia - preference for having sex in public places or outdoors

gn!Reader (gender neutral)

Warning(s): 18 +, unprotected sex, bottom reader...

"Benny!" you gasped, hands gripping desperately at his shoulders as he filled you, movement made slower by the pool water surrounding you.

"I've got you, baby..." Benny smirked as he bottomed out inside of you. Tom was going to kill both of you if he ever found out about this...

Tom had asked Benny to house sit while he and his family went on a vacation. In fairness to Benny, he had asked if it was alright if he used the pool... you were just fairly certain this wasn't the use Tom had in mind when he'd said yes.

You hadn't thought anything of it when Benny asked you to join him while he stayed at Tom's house, but in hindsight you should have known better. Benny was always thinking of ways to push the limits with your sex life... and he had told you he wanted to fuck you in water...

"Gotta be quiet, baby," Benny warned, he stilled long enough for you to nod before he started pulling back. Fuck... the water made everything so much more intense...

"We can't let Tom's neighbors hear..."

[korgidorgi]

OUAT Regina Mills x Reader

Word count: 1637

Warnings: Like, one curse word

Summary: Takes place around S3 Ep13. Reader just arrived back in Storybrooke the previous day. They are chilling in Granny’s Diner, looking through some writings when Regina joins them. They have a chat about something strange that reader (you) had experienced in the past year. It had happened before, but when they were a kid, and it felt so real.

Gender is not specified.

Sitting in Granny’s Diner, you take a sip of your drink while flipping through the pages of two notebooks. One notebook has pages upon pages of storyline and sketches of characters. The other notebook contains notes about the first one, and this little town called Storybrooke, mostly about the people you’ve met in your short amount of time of being in this town since you arrived yesterday. Apparently, Emma, your childhood friend, is in the town too, and her son, Henry, who you haven’t seen in a year.

Emma had invited you for dinner with her, Henry, and a few friends last night, which you politely declined, but ended up going anyway. That’s where you met Mary Margaret and David. You’ve previously met Regina staring at your vehicle when you stopped in one of the stores yesterday when you first arrived; she was at the dinner too. Everyone was very nice, but something was bothering you, you didn’t know what it was at the time, but you’ve figured it out now, you think.

There’s something awfully familiar about the town and it’s people. Flipping through your journals, you finally connect the dots. Sitting in the booth behind you-

“Hey, do you mind if I sit with you?” A tentative voice brings you back to earth.

You look up, finding the dark haired woman from last night, and the same one you asked Mary Margaret about earlier this morning when you went to pick something up from her apartment that you’d left the previous night.

“No, not at all. Here-” you scramble your notes together to clear the table at least a bit from your spiraling ideas.

Regina takes a seat across from you as you try to organize your belongings, a little embarrassed about the mess.

“Sorry it's such a mess.” You apologize, throwing the loose papers and notes into your bag.

“It’s quite alright.” She responds, flashing you a small smile. “What are you writing?”

“Oh, I uh, I’ve been writing a story. Inspired from my dreams.” You nervously answer, not knowing where to look. “It sounds weird, right?”

“No, not at all.” She reassures, hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours briefly. “May I ask what your dreams are inspiring?”

“I’ve actually been writing in these journals for years, since I was a kid. I’ve always had really vivid dreams, and it was like they’d go in order, like episodes for a tv show.” You begin. “I got so into them, I started writing them down, and sometimes I’d draw some of the people as best I could from memory, but I was a kid, so they didn’t turn out very great. I’m currently looking back into it because I’ve had them again this past year, but they’ve suddenly stopped now. At least my sketches are better.” You chuckle.

“Well, they say follow your dreams.” She smiles over at you, pulling some hair from in front of her eyes. “What were they about?”

“I’m a pirate, I think, and during this past year I met a supposed “Evil Queen”, who I had met in my childhood dreams before.” You begin. “The first major scene I had was following her into a castle and trying to talk some sense into her before she tried to put a sleeping curse on herself. She told me she really missed her son, that there’s no reason for her to continue with her life. I felt bad for her and she poofed me away with some magic and I couldn’t find her again.” You tell her one of the major scenes in your dream, flipping through the pages of the first notebook you used at the re-beginning of the dreams and stopping on a certain page.

Flipping the notebook around for her to see, you let her take in the pencil sketch in front of her. The graphite etched into the paper depicts a mourning Queen sitting in a stone bench of a large room, her hair tied up and her body adorned by an intricately patterned dress, a dark cloak draped over her shoulders. In her hand, she holds a long needle, the tip coated with some dark substance; a potion or curse of some sort. Her features are soft but full of anguish, her eyes holding the most dejected look one could ever see as she looks down at the needle in her fingers.

You watch Regina take in the drawing for a moment before she finally speaks. “That’s very well drawn. And that’s from memory.” She comments, raising her eyebrows as if she’s impressed.

“Thank you, Regina.” You bashfully accept her compliment. “That’s how vivid these dreams are.” You add. “They feel like I’m actually experiencing them. Like I’m traveling to another world and living it.”

She nods at your statement, eyes fixed on the sketch again.

You speak up again, “Can I tell you something? It’s going to sound crazy, but I need to get this out of my head.”

“Of course.” She returns her gaze to you, awaiting what you have to say.

You think for a moment what you want to say first before finally saying one of your thoughts that’s been bugging you ever since you first saw her. “Have we met before?” You blurt out the question, not able to keep your words in check. “I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen you somewhere, that I’ve known you from somewhere.”

“I don’t think we have.” Regina answers. “I think I’d remember someone as-” She cuts herself off, pausing for a moment to look for the right words. “Someone as adventurous as you.”

“Oh. Okay.” You look down, “Sorry, that was a weird question.”

“No, not at all, Dear.” Regina reassures you.

You flash her a small smile, catching something out of the corner of your eye. A man passes your booth, not noticing your glance at him and leading Henry out of the Diner, to watch over him, you suspect. Regina notices your look, but before she can say anything, you’re flipping through the pages of your journal, muttering to yourself about “where is it”. Regina watches you as you finally stop on a certain page, completely confused and utterly shocked.

“I’ve seen him before…” You gape at your journal.

A sketch of a pirate’s portrait takes up the upper half of the page, as if drawn for a character profile in a novel with a description underneath the sketch. The man has short but well kept hair, one of his eyebrows raised slightly as if to taunt whomever it is he was interacting with at the time of the sketch. His stubble beard brings out some of his more attractive features and he sports a small black earring, almost covered by his black coat’s collar.

“Somehow, my subconscious knew him, and here he is.” You marvel.

“It might just be a coincidence.” Regina suggests. “Your brain doesn't forget faces, maybe you’ve seen someone like him somewhere and your mind just put him in there.”

“Maybe. But how weird is this?”

“I’ll admit, it is pretty weird.” Regina says. “Hey, I’m gonna go grab a drink from the counter, I’ll be right back.” Regina gets up to make her way to the counter of the Diner.

You flip through your journals, looking at all the characters you had sketched from your dream. You notice Regina saying hi to Emma and continue trying to think through what you had just confessed to Regina. Is it weird you told her something so bizarre even though you’ve only just met her yesterday?

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Mary Margaret’s friend, who was going to help her with the baby, walks into the diner. The aura around the woman wasn’t like anything you’d felt. She looks to be intimidating everyone in the diner, yet Regina doesn’t seem to flinch at the sudden entrance like everyone else. The woman waltzes right up to Regina, vengeful determination written all over her features. You watch as she gets up in Regina's face, trying so hard to intimidate her, but failing. You stand to go join Regina at the counter and try to see if you can get another drink.

“Oh, she never told you?” You hear the strange woman say, as she goes on about her being Regina’s sister.

“Of course she didn’t tell me, otherwise I’d know I have a sister.” Regina snaps back, holding her ground.

You interject before the energy in the room gets even more uncomfortable. “Ok, you’re making kind of a scene and people are staring. So, whatever sibling rivalries you have, can you put them on hold and sort them out somewhere else so you don’t cause a scene?”

“Who do you think you are?” The woman sneers. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You simply state, before trying to shoo the Karen out. “But if you’re going to bring drama in here and bother everyone in the Diner, Karen, you can leave, please and thank you.”

You guide her out the door and watch her huff as she turns to walk away. “Regina, meet me tonight, we’ll settle our differences then. You all haven’t heard of the last of me!”

You turn back to Regina to find the whole diner looking at you. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

Regina approaches you, placing her hands on your upper arms in an attempt to comfort you. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” She reassures, looking out the door to watch the woman disappear from view. “Thank you for kicking her out.”

“You’re welcome.” You respond, still slightly nervous. “She was being a bitch to you.” You mutter.

Your response causes Regina to release a small chuckle. “I have a protector now?”

“I guess…” You mumble.

[beelsnack]

Hi!!! I LOVE UR WRITING AND I MEAN A LOT! Its the first time EVER I ask for something and I know you are the right person! I don't know if you can write a HC of a female MC or it NEEDS to be neutral but just in case: How would the brothers react to a fem MC who is like"flat", (almost no breasts) and is super insecure? If you only write neutral, how would they react if MC was insecure because they have no curves at all and they think they are plain? THANKS A LOT 💞💞

Omg I’m??? So honored?? Thank you so much, I hope I can live up to the praise. ^////^

Yeah, I can def write a female MC! My only rule regarding MC’s gender is that you specify in the request if you want a certain gender for the MC. Other than that, I default to gender neutral pronouns!

I feel like I kind of mixed the two versions of your request together without meaning to, lol. This ended up being more like a fem MC who thinks they are plain. I hope you like it regardless!

I’m sorry this took so long, friend. I was in a bit of a creative slump and I wanted to put my all into your request!

CW: Suggestive situations, but nothing explicit

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Lucifer: “Come on, stop staring.”

Lucifer smirked from his position beneath her, using one arm to prop himself up while the other reached up to trail along her jaw. “Am I not allowed to admire your beauty?”

“I’m not beautiful,” she muttered, glancing away shyly. In the heat of the moment, both of them had discarded a majority of their clothes, but now that she had a moment to think, she hesitated. “Especially not compared to you.”

“I wasn’t aware that our relationship was a beauty contest,” he sat up fully, brow creased in concern. His hands made their way to her waist, steadying her as she straddled his lap. “Tell me what’s on your mind, my dear.”

She bit her lip, face growing warm. “It’s just…wouldn’t you prefer someone more…more?”

“My dear,” he chuckled lowly. “You are already quite the handful.”

“I meant…physically.” she crossed her arms over her chest, and Lucifer couldn’t tell if it was a subconscious gesture or not. “I’m not exactly…you know, well endowed.”

He was quiet for a moment before sighing and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “If I wanted to be with someone based solely on appearance, I have my pick of the whole Devildom. You, my dear, are the only one who had managed to enrapture me with more than just your pretty face.”

Mammon: “Hey, human! Check it out!”

Mammon actually knocked on the door while he spoke, they were making progress.

She looked up from her schoolwork and smiled at him. “What’s up?”

“The Great Mammon is on the front cover of Devil Today, that’s what!” he tossed the magazine he had been carrying on top of their textbook. Splayed across the front in full color was Mammon, staring coolly over his sunglasses at the camera. The only change from his normal attire was swapping out his normal brown and white jacket for a black leather one, so it was clearly supposed to look casual.

Her eyes drifted from Mammon’s picture to beautiful demoness hanging off of his arm. She was exactly what a model should be - tall, slender, well-endowed, the works. The human felt a surge of jealousy climb up their throat, and she had to struggle to force in down.

“Hey, hey,” Mammon planted his palm flat on her desk, leaning down so he was eye-level with her. “What’s with that face?”

“What face?”

“The face yer makin’.” he frowned. “You look like you just took a bite out of something rotten.”

Her eyes flicked back to the glossy magazine cover. “Nothing. The picture looks great, Mammon.”

“You really think you’re getting out of this that easily?” he might lack common sense, but Mammon could read facial expressions and nervous tics like most people read books. “Come on, tell me what’s up.”

“I just…” she sighed, slumping back in her desk chair. “I keep wondering when you’re going to dump me for one of these amazing models you work with.”

Mammon’s eyes went wide behind his glasses. “You’re kidding me, right?”

When she shrugged and looked away, he huffed and took her hand. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

“Even Goldie?”

“Hey now, don’t be cruel!”

Leviathan: Was she really getting jealous over an anime girl?

A quick glance at the screen in front of them told her that yes, yes she was.

“Whoa, I, um…!” Levi gulped, scrambling for the pause button. The main couple was in a locker room, the girl clad in nothing but a pair on gym shorts and a flimsy tank top. There had been plot that lead up to this scene, but she had stopped paying attention a while ago.

“The reviews didn’t say anything about an r18 scene…” Levi mumbled, face turning bright red. She could see his bright orange eyes flick over to her briefly before he desperately searched for anything else to look at. “Oh, man. Ohhhh man…”

“Levi?” she gently placed a hand on his arm, and she felt him tense, but he didn’t pull away. Maybe the exposure therapy WAS working. “You good?”

“I-I-I…” he kept looking back and forth between her and the screen, face getting redder with each pass. Yup, he was definitely comparing.

Almost instinctively, she curled in on herself. Of course, she should have known she couldn’t even begin to compare to a 2D girl.

“Ah, wait, no, don’t look like that!” Levi stammered. “I just, um…th-this is the first time…I’ve thought the 2D one was…b-b-better…”

She stared at him for a solid thirty seconds before her brain caught up with what was happening and her face grew just as hot as Levi’s looked. “…Oh…”

Satan: Well, someone was certainly popular.

Satan had asked her to go to a new cat cafe that was opening up after classes had ended. He always took a bit longer to reach the entrance since his last class was all the way across the campus, so she had found herself a nice bench to sit on and read while she waited. It was only a few minutes before the doors opened to reveal Satan…

And a whole group of succubi.

Obviously, since he was one of the Seven Rulers of Hell, Satan got quite a bit of attention. Although she didn’t want to admit it out loud, the thought of him surrounded by demons whose literal reason for living was to turn people on made her feel a bit…inadequate.

One of them had linked her arm with his, manicured claws drumming along his forearm and she smiled coyly up at him. They were too far away for the human to hear the conversation, but the way her glossy lips pouted cutely up at him certainly didn’t make the human feel any better.

As they descended the stairs onto the cobblestone walkway, Satan’s eyes met her. Almost immediately, the vaguely irritated expression he had been wearing melted into something warm and he shook the succubus off of his arm without a second thought.

“Hey, sorry for making you wait.” he was at her side in a second, extending a hand to help her up from the bench. “Were you here long?”

“Only a few minutes,” she peeked over his shoulder at the fan club that was slowly morphing into an angry mob. “Um…”

“They’ll get over it,” he held onto her hand as they began walking, leaning over to kiss her temple. “Come on, let’s go. What were you reading?”

Maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Asmodeus: This was a mistake.

A new nightclub had opened up in the Devildom Cultural District, and as Devilgram’s biggest influencer, Asmo had gotten some VIP tickets. He had practically begged her to come, since it was so rare that she wasn’t bogged down with homework and other mundane things. The thought of going clubbing with a bunch of demons made her feel a bit queasy, but she had agreed anyway.

Of course, Asmo was taking forever to get here. Knowing him, he was still in the bath. But, her name was on the VIP list, so the bouncer had let her stand behind the rope to wait for her date.

She watched as what seemed like every Devilgram model was let into the club. She couldn’t hear anything being said over the pounding base of the music, but she had caught enough disparaging glances to get the general idea that she was being judged.

She probably looked like a kid playing dress up compared to everyone else. Although she had thought that she looked fairly decent when she had checked herself out in the mirror before leaving, being surrounded by the Devildom’s best and brightest put a very unflattering filter over her self image.

“There you are!”

She jumped as Asmo appeared in front of her. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the bouncer let him in. He looked stunning, as always, hair curled stylishly and already long lashes made even longer with mascara. Honestly, this man could show up in a garbage bag and make it the next fashion trend.

“Ooh, that dress looks amazing on you, darling!” he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, briefly overwhelming her senses with the smell of his cologne. “I’ve never seen you wear that color before! Look at you, stepping out of your comfort zone.”

“Thanks, Asmo,” she laughed. “You look amazing too.”

“Don’t I?” he held out his arm for her hold onto like a proper gentleman. “I tried this new moisturizer today, and it’s a miracle-worker! You have to try it.”

“Is that Lord Asmodeus?”

“Of course it is, any club owner worth their salt would invite him for the opening!”

“Who’s that mousey little thing with him though?”

She could only catch snippets of conversations, but the Devildom rumor mill was already turning. She couldn’t help but frown, tucking herself closer to Asmo’s side.

“Don’t listen to them, darling,” he leaned down to whisper-yell into her ear. “They’re just jealous, and jealousy doesn’t look good on anyone.”

Beelzebub: This was the last time she was working out with Beel.

It might have been different if they were working out at the House, but being surrounded by demonic weightlifters made her feel a special kind of incompetent.

Everyone in the gym looked like they should be starring in a weight loss infomercial, but she felt like she was the before picture and everyone else was the after. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt that she was pretty sure wasn’t even hers and basketball shorts. Everyone around her was all toned muscles and six packs, and her arms felt rubbery just from a few reps with a five pound weight.

“You need some water.”

Someone of Beel’s size had no right to be as sneaky as he was. She hadn’t even heard him set down his weight, and suddenly he was standing in front of her holding out a water bottle.

“Thanks.” she sighed, setting down her weight. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she took a drink. “Man, I feel tired already.”

“You’re doing good,” Beel smiled. “Maybe next time you can try the ten-pound weights.”

Just the thought made her biceps twinge. “Maybe…”

“You don’t have to feel self-conscious.”

“Huh?” Damn him and his unexpected perceptiveness.

He sat down next to her on the bench, popping the cap on his own water bottle. “You were looking around at everyone else, and you had this look on your face like you just ate something bad.”

“I’m that obvious, huh?” she laughed weakly.

“Not really,” he shrugged. “I was watching you.”

“You were?” she had been too busy comparing herself to everyone else to notice.

He nodded. “I like how you look when you’re determined. It’s…cute isn’t the right word, but…”

She couldn’t help but laugh, bumping him with her shoulder. “I get it. Thanks Beel.”

Belphegor: “Hey, come on, wake up!”

Sometimes she swore Belphie purposely fell asleep whenever it was the most inconvenient for other people.

She honestly didn’t know when he was conked out, but he was deep in slumber by the time she closed the textbook she had been using to fill out her study guide. He had folded his arms on the library table that the two of them had commandeered and pillowed his head on top of them.

“Why do I even bother…?” she sighed. Even so, she poked his cheek. “Belphie, come on. They’re going to close the library soon.”

He mumbled, but stubbornly remained asleep. Growling under her breath, she stood up and placed both of her hands on his shoulders.

“Bel. Phe. Gor,” she punctuated each syllable of his name with a shake of his shoulders. Finally, he groaned, one drowsy amethyst eye blinking up at her.

“Man, I was having a really good dream…”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Were you even sleep long enough to dream? We’ve only been here for an hour or so.”

“O ye of little faith.” he yawned, sitting up. “I guess it’s best you woke me up, it wasn’t a dream I should be having in public.”

“Please tell me you weren’t having a wet dream in the school library.”

“Mm,” he smirked up at her. “It wasn’t a wet dream yet. More like moist.”

“Gross.”

“Well, I thought it was pleasant.”

She rolled her eyes, beginning to gather up the books she had spread across the table. Belphie continued to watch her through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You were really cute in my dream.” he finally said. “Not that you aren’t cute in real life, but still.”

She paused. “You were dreaming about me?”

“Who else would I dream about?”

“Literally anyone else.” she frowned, refusing to look at him as she shoved all of her supplies back into her bag. “I’ve seen some of the succubi around here, there are way better options.”

“Do you really think that?” Belphie reached out and grabbed her wrist. He wore his usual disinterested frown, but there was genuine concern shining in his eyes. “You really think I would trade you in for a bigger pair of tits attached to a screeching harpy?”

She just shrugged.

“If this was just about how you looked,” he stood, still holding onto her wrist. “Do you really think I would sacrifice my precious nap time to study with you?”

“Well, I mean, you still had your nap time…”

“That’s beside the point.”