#and if i take up any space outside of my room it very quickly becomes a problem

[greatestwizardofthisage]

the worst part of living with my parents is the complete inability to exist in any room other than my own

[denwritesandcries]

Fall(ing for You) – S.C

Pairing: sam carpenter x soft goth!reader

Summary: Sam is certain that Tara's new quiet friend may turn out to be Ghostface, unfortunately – or not –, that friend is you.

or, it takes the help of tara and a dog for sam to finally come to her senses.

Word count: 6,0k.

Content: scream 6 but without the killing, r's 23, cursing, wingman tara ft. yr dog, jokes abt r being ghostface, fluff, pining, sam falling first AND harder, silly movie references.

Note: hey guys, It's been a while since I've written for scream but I rewatched it recently and finally got some inspiration again! I describe the reader a little more in this but it won't really affect anything if you choose to ignore it.

English is not my first language.

Tara made a new friend.

Sam still isn't sure exactly, but the only plausible explanation for the way Tara has been acting lately is that her sister met someone interesting enough to keep her attention so that she gave everyone a break from her tantrums and reckless behavior since their new start outside of Woodsboro.

Now, that could be a good thing, it had been months since the kids started college and they were all doing relatively well. Mindy had Anika, Chad had Ethan and also there was Quinn, even though she wasn't very close to anyone. Tara should have someone too.

The problem is that Sam has no idea who this person is. Tara just won't tell her.

You see, Sam understands that she might have been a little too protective of her sister and that this made Tara's behavior become defensive towards her. Her new therapist – after she got rid of that quack �� is helping her work through that, okay? But curiosity and worry were eating away at her insides. The curfews, the tasers and pepper sprays, and especially the ID checks were all important to keep them safe, dammit! Mindy and Chad had no problem with it, and it was only after all the appropriate measures were in place that Sam could breathe and let these new people be a part of their lives. Not knowing this so-called friend, let alone who they were, was driving her to the brink of a breakdown.

She was trying to give her some space, probing with subtle questions here and there and the most she got was an eye roll and ‘It’s just a sophomore I met at the film club, haven't you said I should try to be part of something that didn’t involve frat parties?’

Well, at least it wasn’t a boyfriend, given the lack of dreamy sighs, giggles into the phone and late-night escapades. That was good. They already had enough problems to deal with and a new relationship so quickly was the same as asking for a ghostface to go for them again and Sam hadn’t been back in Tara’s life long enough to know how to deal with this part of being a big sister yet.

Sam had understood that she wouldn’t meet this mysterious person for a while, at least until her sister’s tantrum had passed, and between two shitty jobs and trying to keep a structured life being responsible for a bunch of teenagers in the big city, she couldn’t find it in herself to insist on the subject any further and get the risk of causing a fight. She thought it would be forgotten.

Now just imagine Sam's surprise when she came home one night after a long, exhausting shift, expecting to eat the leftover pizza she had hidden in the fridge and fall into a deep sleep, only to be knocked over by an noisy and strange dog with a piece of pizza in its mouth as soon as she opened the apartment door. Her pizza.

“Koda!” Someone called. Someone unfamiliar. It wasn’t just the dog, there was a stranger in her house.

Sam’s hand instinctively moves to reach for the taser hidden in her jacket when a pair of black-clad legs show up in her vision. Does Ghostface work with dogs now? She wonders in confusion for a moment, and has given up on the voice changer?

The only thing stopping her from tasing this potential killer in front of her is the pure bewilderment and Tara’s laughter filling the room.

“Oh my god,” the figure bends down, picking up the dog who turns out to be a very excited puppy, the pizza falling from its mouth and onto her shirt, getting it all over her, “I’m so sorry.”

It’s a girl, a face she’s never seen before, looking completely mortified.

“Hey, Sam,” Tara stops beside her, a barely hidden tone of satisfaction in her voice, “This is my friend. I thought you’d like to meet her.”

It's safe to say that Sam didn't like Tara's new friend at all.

“You didn’t think about telling me you were bringing someone?” Sam exclaimed, rubbing her temples wearily, “Especially that Lydia Deetz project right there? I almost shocked her in the middle of the hallway!”

Quinn shifted from where she was leaning against the counter in the small impromptu meeting and didn’t bother to hold back her laugh, “Nah, I think Tara would fit that role better.”

“Quinn,” Sam groaned exasperatedly.

“If I had told you you would have said no,” Tara shrugged.

“Yes! Because we don’t know her!”

It was quite awkward sitting on the couch in their living room less than five feet away from the kitchen and being able to hear every word spoken as if you weren't right there, with your messy dog ​​happily chewing on the sock on your ankle.

This wasn't the turn you expected your night to take when you decided to accept Tara's sudden invitation for a movie night, visiting her off-campus for the first time since you became friends.

You met her at the start of the school year, the day she showed up for a film club meeting before anyone else arrived, well, anyone except you. She seemed completely lost and suspicious, even though she was clearly struggling not to show it, which made you like her right away.

Getting attention and starting conversations was never really your thing, this whole club thing wasn't either, honestly, but you ended up being one of the last older members to join with most of the others having recently graduated and the responsibility of looking after the new freshmans gradually fell on you. Most of the time you kept to yourself, preferring the behind-the-scenes side of things to participating in the long-winded debates of high school teens obsessed with slashers and making Stab parodies, but you noticed the way Tara seemed desperate for any sense of normalcy beneath her laid-back facade and the whispers of murder that haunted her.

You took what seemed like a rabid kitten under your wing and ended up cornered by the personification of a Doberman because of it. Talk about doing good deeds and stepping out of your comfort zone. What a joke.

Tara’s older sister, Sam, if you got it right, stared at you with narrowed, suspicious eyes – just like Tara when you first approached her – towering over your figure that tried to look smaller than it actually was on the couch, as if she was trying to learn every little hidden detail about you.

“So…” you began hesitantly, wanting to break the awkward silence that had ensued, “you have such a beautiful house.”

“Aren’t you too old to hangout with a freshmen?" Sam cut in coldly, one eyebrow perfectly arched in distrust.

You sighed, this conversation sure started off very well, “I’m 23,” you cleared your throat, “Tara’s in the same club as me, and I’ve just been helping her with some classes I used to take when I first started here.”

You hear Tara’s distinct chuckle, clearly amused by your frustration, which doesn’t help your situation much. What a wonderful friend, indeed.

Sam hummed with fake indifference and the other two housemates watched the exchange intently, eyes darting between you like they were at a tennis match, amused by the sight of Sam trying to intimidate the poor unsuspecting twit that you were.

A great friend, for sure. Ugh, this is why you don’t sponsor obviously troubled kids.

It’s not like Sam Carpenter is really intimidating or scaring you out the way she seems to want to, she has bags under her eyes and a greasy pizza stain on her shirt and you’re a grown woman, for God’s sake! It’s just that it was extremely embarrassing to cause a scene like that, especially with someone who you really wanted to make a good first impression.

Interacting so much socially lately was becoming relatively exhausting and you expected it wouldn't become a thing, as you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything. You hoped this would be the last big meeting you had for a while. Tara had told you a lot about her sister, mainly about how it was a pain in the ass to always have someone hovering over her, but it was something you never took seriously because of the way she sounded when she talked about it, too loving for someone who hated the situation so much. No, Sam was important and Tara had insisted that you meet her after doing the same with the twins just a few days ago. You had carefully planned how it would happen, what clothes you would wear and what you would say and now your chance to make things right was ruined, the words seeming to have escaped you in a flash. You were reserved, quiet, small in the midst of so much hustle and bustle, used to watching everything go by from the safety of the shadows. Being a mouse was easy.

“Is that all you have to say?”

Less easy when caged with a lion.

“Look,” you tried again, silently squirming as your pup start sniffing Sam’s combat boots furiously as you stood to pick him up, “I really didn’t want to cause any trouble or misunderstanding, Tara called me earlier while I was walking this little guy and insisted it would be okay if I came over for a movie. I can leave now if you want to, I’m really sorry for… well, all of this.”

You noticed Sam's expression became conflicted, as if she didn't know exactly what to make of you standing in the middle of her living room without showing any threat and wasn't used to people actually listening to her on sight. Still, she wasn't going to give up that easily.

“Great,” Sam nodded, her voice sounding less firm, “go then.” She pointed directly at your dog, now sitting at her feet with its fluffy head tilted to the side in a guiltily innocent manner, “And make sure to take that pizza thief with you.”

(You swear he looked personally offended.)

“What? No!” Tara seemed to realize that her little game could backfire and came out from behind the counter in your defense.

“Tara—”

“Come on, Sam, it's movie night!” She stomped her foot loudly, “I refused the invite to Jason's party for that, we were marathoning all the Texas Chainsaw Massacres!”

You don’t even have to be good at reading people to know that Sam had lost that fight the moment Tara looked at her with pleading eyes, knowing that there was no way to blame her for simply doing what she asked.

That didn’t stop Sam from rolling her eyes and huffing in irritation.

“Fine,” she practically growled, shifting her attention back to you, “But I’m gonna keep an eye on you, so you better not act all smart and keep that fleabag away from me.”

“His name’s Koda.” You pointed out, before softening, “And thank you, I promise I’m not gonna—”

“Shush.”

Sam was sure this was all part of an act of yours, just the first step to infiltrate their lives and pull the rug out like others have done before, because no one in their right mind would sit quietly next to someone who nearly shocked and threatened them in many ways just a few minutes ago.

Especially if that someone is burning holes in your head with their eyes, like she's doing now.

Sam watches shamelessly and intrigued, shooting daggers at your figure as you lean back with Tara babbling enthusiastically between you, your puppy completely knocked out on her lap, oblivious to the sounds of death and fake blood spurting from the TV. She notices the way you effectively ignore her, responding to Tara’s remarks with genuine interest, even if your voice doesn’t match her enthusiasm.

You remained quiet beyond those moments and the tiredness along with your lack of sudden movements made Sam feel secure enough to leave the room and finally take a shower – because along with everything she never saw much fun in these movies like Tara –, warning you that it was better for everyone to finish the night when the movie ended.

(She also forced Quinn to take her place on the couch and promise to scream if anything happened. You didn't comment on that either.)

Sam only falls asleep when she hears the sounds of goodbyes coming from the living room and the door house being closed, finally relaxing after all the interaction, deciding that it was enough. You could have been at her house, but that doesn't mean she would let you come over again.

You come back, because of course Tara doesn’t give a damn about Sam’s warnings about being careful around strangers – incessantly claiming that you’re not a stranger – and there you are at the next game night that Chad insisted on making a tradition.

At least there’s no sign of the shirt-destroying furball this time and there are pizzas smelling good on the kitchen counter.

“‘Sup, Sam!” Chad greeted loudly as she walked through the door, waving excitedly from the couch, “We’re playin’ uno!”

Her eyes landed on you, who waved at her with a small, tight smile, awkwardly sandwiched between Anika and Ethan, the way you stood out among them so comical that Sam suppressed a snort. She decided to join in without much protest, someone responsible still had to watch you, after all.

Sam wouldn’t admit to anyone, absolutely anyone, that she was enjoying the evening, listening to the heated exchanges as everyone got competitive. Strangely, she noticed that you didn’t try to engage much in the conversation, just like the other night, seeming happy to just be there. She thought you had been withdrawn then because of her behavior towards you, but maybe you were just shy.

That made her raise an eyebrow, Tara didn’t usually embrace introverts. Actually, she had always been pretty popular even before Sam left, if she remembered correctly, so this was new. She felt a small piece of curiosity spark inside her instead of more mistrust as she expected and it disconcerted her.

“The whole point of the 7 card is that you're not supposed to talk, man!” Mindy throwing chips at Ethan interrupted Sam's flow of thoughts.

“This rule is stupid! The manual doesn't even mention it, read it for yourself!” Ethan shuffled the cards wildly – ​​everyone at the table had seen his hand – pointing, “And you’re talking too!”

“Whatever! Nobody reads the fuckin manual to play uno, Ethan!”

Tara groaned, “Guys, just shut up and everybody buys a card.”

“But that’s not how you play!”

She decided to abandon the game and all the fuss in favor of getting some air and a slice of pizza and was surprised to find that her favorite was still untouched, which was a miracle in such a crowded house.

“Tara said that you liked this flavor,” your voice coming from nearby startled her and Sam saw you gesture to the box in front of her, “My treat, for the other day.”

She cleared her throat hesitantly, “You didn’t have to.”

“I did,” you dismissed with a wider smile, “My dog ​​left you without dinner.”

Sam didn’t respond, but you leaned against the counter next to her anyway, picking at the dark polish on your nails casually, listening to your friends arguing in the background.

“Get tired of the crowd?” Sam asked, deciding that ignoring you wasn’t an option since you clearly weren’t leaving.

“Yeah,” you agreed, shrugging with an odd laugh, “I guess I’ve had enough socializing for one day.”

Sam wasn’t sure why she didn’t just send you away then, seizing the perfect chance to dismiss you like she’d wanted all along and avail everyone's presence to remind that you weren’t welcome, but that strange spark flared in her and made her smile unconsciously, more sincere than the previous tense ones.

“Oh, I know what you mean,” she agreed slowly.

Your expression brightens in surprise, as if you expected a cold, blunt rejection or maybe a slap (probably both) and Sam feels a bit guilty by it. Sighing, she waves you towards the apartment’s tiny balcony, silently inviting you to join her, to which you respond with a firm nod as you watch her unwind the chain on the sliding door – they keep everything locked up tight now – and follow her.

Sam swears she’s not doing this to be nice or anything, all she wants is to repay you for your politeness, that’s all.

The night breeze is refreshing and sends pleasant shivers down your arms and shoulders as Sam leans against the railing and the two of you fall silent. It’s pleasant, actually.

Sam takes a moment to look at you, like, really look at you for the first time since you met and her breath hitches.

Your relaxed features look cheerful and are well-emphasized by the makeup you’re wearing – she tries to search her memory and gets frustrated when she can’t remember if it’s the same style as the night you met – your hair blows a little in the wind and your clothes just fit. Every single thing about you seems to have been specially made to be this way, charming, beautiful.

Your elbow brushes hers in the small space as you lean in to better contemplate the dreary, empty New York sky and Sam’s skin is burning and she doesn’t understand why.

Sam didn’t realize, through all the haze of anger and suspicion and tantrum, until she was touching a pretty girl, that you were, in fact, a pretty girl.

Shit.

“You’re trying so hard not to like her that I’m getting embarrassed for you.”

It’s late. Everyone has already left, including you, who went early claiming you had to work the next morning. Tara should be in bed by now, but she’d be upset if Sam told her to do that, so she doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam dismisses, packing up the last of the leftover pizza to put in the fridge.

“But you do,” Tara hums smugly, stifling a yawn, “Just admit that you were wrong and that I’ve made a friend who’s not a potential serial killer. And that you might have a crush on her. I saw you two on the balcony.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she grumbles, “And I wasn’t wrong for being worried that you brought home a stranger without telling me, even if she’s not dangerous.”

“Ha!” Tara points out, “So you admit she’s no danger.”

Sam sighs tiredly, bringing a hand up to massage her temple, “She can keep coming over for movie nights or whatever if that’s what you're asking me.”

Tara cheered, jumping up from where she was sitting on the counter to finally go to sleep. She stopped just before turning the corner to her room.

“Seriously though,” she caught Sam’s attention, “You guys have more in common then you might think, that’s why I like her. I think you could too, if you get to know her better.”

“That’s impossible, Tar,” Sam says weary, looking at her sister with the most done expression, “I don’t ‘get to know’ anyone, I already have all the people I need in my life.”

“Maybe you’ll be surprised,” she shrugged, “It would be good for you anyway.”

Sam's approval was all Tara needed to make you a regular fixture in their lives and make movie nights an official thing. Sam usually walks in when they're in full swing, with the two of you deep in conversation about the completely random movie you decided to watch that day, and now she greets you back instead of ignoring like she did before and you look happier every time she does it openly.

She finds excuses to wander around the living room and kitchen when she hears Tara pause the tv for whatever reason, just so she doesn't leave you unsupervised in their house – it was still too early to rule out all the care, after all. It ends up making her feel kind of ridiculous, because, hell, she shouldn't have to make excuses to wander around her own house! But you guys talk during these moments, sometimes.

Sam learns more about you as time goes on, and she tells herself that it's just gathering information, that you're not friends at all, but she finds herself soaking up every bit of detail. What are you majoring in, how long have you been in town, if you live close to campus like most students or if you have roommates like them.

(Actually, when she thinks about it now, Sam probably sounded more like a maniac trying to find out where you live, but at least you didn’t call her out on it.)

Then movie nights are joined by study sessions that Tara insists on having as her first week of finals approaches, and you manage to convince Sam to let you bring your puppy too so he won’t be alone for so many hours and she can act a little more normal around you and have a conversation that doesn’t sound like a job interview. You tell her about the movies you like – which consist of more than just an extensive list of slashers like she initially assumed – in a loud and excited tone instead of your usual repressed one, and it stirs something inside her, which leads to several other facts. Your favorite color, what kind of music you like, what you do when her sister isn't dragging you somewhere, and why you decided to adopt a dog so young when you already had so many other responsibilities.

“He helps me not feel alone,” you replied, looking deep into her eyes, “my roommate graduated last year and moved out. I guess I couldn’t stand coming home to empty houses, you know? And he’s my guard dog, he takes care of me and I take care of him. The little guy might be small but knows how to do damage.”

She could relate to that, in part.

And then you start asking too, suddenly and Sam finds herself with a dilemma after so long avoiding your attempts to get to know her. She’d rather remain closed off.

But a trade isn’t a fair trade unless she gives you something back, is it? And you’ve been quenching her thirst for knowledge for a long time now, you gave her a lot.

So, during one night when you insist on helping her make dinner, she confides in you – somewhat reluctantly – that she really enjoys cooking, especially healthier meals. She doesn't look at you, nor does she say it clearly but still, you listen and Sam is surprised when she finds herself speaking.

“You really should ask her out.”

And of course, Tara is always close enough to raise an eyebrow with a knowing look at her on practically every occasion.

“I've told you already, it's not like that.”

“You're cuddling her dog right now.”

“Just so he stays quiet and doesn't disturb you two! Shouldn't you be studying, by the way?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Sam can almost, almost admit that you're her friend too.

(Though she kinda wished it were a little more than that.)

Movie nights evolve into sleepovers, because Sam argues that it’s simply too late and dangerous for you to come back alone and she feels embarrassed – and guilty as much – when Quinn brings up that it has always been dangerous and she didn’t mind letting you go before, when she didn’t care about you.

Now there are some of your clothes in a drawer Tara set aside for you just like a colorful food bowl in the living room for your dog – Mindy jokes that it's theirs now – and there’s rarely a day that goes by where she doesn’t see you.

And when you don’t come over, Tara makes sure to remind her of how anxious she looks waiting for a knock on the door and how she lights up when you greet her first when you finally arrive.

“I swear that now she comes here more to see you than me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Yeah, sure,” she huffs, “And when are you gonna make a move again?”

“Never, Tara.”

Sam hasn't heard a thing about you in days. Tara said yesterday that you ended up getting really busy with a college project, preparing a presentation that, her sister quotes, 'needs to be perfect because public speaking is horrible and there's a big chance I'll embarrass myself.'

It's not that Sam asked, it's just that she doesn't text you often and Tara thought it would be convenient to talk about it out loud when she was on the phone with Mindy.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter, it's not like you two are close. You are Tara's friend. If it weren't for her, you two wouldn't even have a reason to see each other. There's no reason to be so stressed.

But she misses you anyway. She's having a shitty day at her shitty job and everything seems to go by even slower because Sam knows that when she gets home at night you probably won't be on the couch waiting with the soft smile she's grown accustomed to looking forward and if she has to deal with another group of rude teenagers she'll freak out.

The sound of the bell ringing at the entrance draws Sam’s attention back to the counter and she ends up face to face with the person who has been on her mind all day.

“Sam!” you approached with a tired smile, your dog wagging his tail happily on a leash in one hand and a paper bag in the other, “I was looking for you.”

You'd never visited her at work before, she didn't even know you knew where it was, having only mentioned it in passing, but there you were, with the smile she wanted to see and bags under your eyes.

“Hi,” she cleared her throat, feeling her face heat up. Damn, she looked like a teen girl with a crush, “I didn't expect to see you here, what, uhm, what do you need?”

You snorted at her flustered attending voice. Seeing her show any kind of nervousness was very unusual.

“Tara called me today demanding I get out of the house for a bit and ‘touch some grass’, so I decided to bring this buddy along, he was begging me for a proper walk,” you shrugged, “And she asked me to bring your lunch.”

Sam paused at that, Tara definitely didn't make lunches for her, much less go to the trouble of delivering them like that.

“...Thank you,” she accepted the paper bag you held out delicately, eyeing the package suspiciously. You held back a giggle when she looked at you again, “Anything else?”

“Oh, um,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, obviously nervous, “I’m taking Koda to the park nearby and I thought maybe you’d like to come with us. If you can, of course.”

Sam couldn’t really, it was still a few hours before her shift ended at the coffee shop, but she didn’t want you to leave without the promise of seeing you again.

“Of course,” she found herself replying instead, “I can meet you there in a few minutes.”

She knew she’d made the right decision when you gifted her with one of your warm smiles.

“Okay! Nice,” you nod, absently twirling your dog’s leash around your fingers, startled by the sudden, loud bark he lets out at the delay, breaking the oblivious bubble you were in, “Alright, I should go before he starts trying to jump over the counter.”

Sam barely hears the sound of the bell announcing your departure over how loudly her heart pounds in her ears.

It takes a lot of willpower and her last pack of good cigarettes to convince her insufferable coworker — who’d watched the whole thing with a bored expression and loudly chewing gum while cleaning the coffee machine — to cover the rest of her shift. He ended up ordering her lunch too, thinking it might be something special, only to complain when he was met with a sad peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a carton of warm apple juice. Tara really didn’t cook… but then why had she done that?

(She laughed at him anyway.)

“You owe me, Carpenter,” he grumbled, taping a note to her arm that had fallen out of the package.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Sam was out the door before he could change his mind.

Taking a deep breath of the damp autumn air, she picked up the yellow post-it note curiously, recognizing her sister’s handwriting immediately.

‘u looked so depressed lately that I

decided to send u a gift

DO something this time

good luck!!’

She knew. She fucking knew that smartass had set her up. Sam should have guessed it before. Tara would never let her get away with this without doing something with her own hands. At least she hadn’t brought Mindy into the scheme this time.

The park you had mentioned was more like a small square and with the rainy cold weather of the last few days, it was pretty empty. Sam could spot you without difficulty, sitting on one of the few benches watching the scenery and she made her presence known when she got close enough.

“Can he even sit still sometimes?” Sam asked, hands in her bomber jacket pockets, pointing with her chin at the dog playing alone on the grass. You moved a little so she could sit next to you and subtly moved closer when she did.

“It rained last night and he's a big fan of puddles,” you chuckled, “I guess he's just excited, we haven't been out much lately.”

He wasn't the puppy he'd been when Sam had first seen him a few months ago and the sight of him running around the trees chasing flowers and stray twigs was actually quite funny.

“He's so covered in mud that it looks like a bear.”

“Well, his name's Koda,” you pointed out amusedly, “I would have called him Pongo but he always looked more like a small bear than a dalmatian anyway.”

She snorted, “If you say so.”

Sam couldn't remember a time when she felt so relaxed, with the weight of your shoulder resting against hers, enjoying the weather of the early season, the ground covered in orange and yellow leaves framing your surroundings.

She couldn't stop the restlessness she felt inside her chest, watching your profile. Feeling warm inside, but also shivering with a terrible fear of ruining everything. Do something, do something, do something echoing like a mantra in her head.

Sam took a deep breath. She'd faced murderers before, for God's sake! She could be braver than that.

"So..." She coughed, "Tara set this up, you know? The lunch stuff and everything."

You turned your attention to Sam, raising an eyebrow with a confused look.

"She did?" You asked, "Why would she do that?"

It's now or never, Carpenter. Focus.

“She did it so I could see you,” she looked away, “Because I missed you. Because I…” She felt your hand reach for hers and noticed a fallen leaf on your shoulder.

“Because you…?” your voice echoed anxious. She could do this. She's going to do this.

“I—”

A loud howl scared the two of you and you turned to see Koda behind a pile of leaves, pupils dilated and jumping up and down.

“Oh no.”

“What?” She stammered.

“He saw a pigeon.”

You see, Sam is not a pet person. She has only had one guinea pig her entire life and only before her father left and a 6-year-old Tara let it escape from its cage never to be seen again – poor Darwin would always be remembered – she does not know how to handle dogs, much less big, excitable ones like yours.

Yet she grabs the leash from your hands when you finally reach your dog who won't stop barking at a tree and ignores your warnings that he is heavy and strong, Sam, it will end up dragging you away and tries to gently pull him to convince him to let go so you can get out of there. Because she is big and strong and she wants to show you that she can handle a mere happy dog.

He acknowledges her like she wanted and also drags her like you said he would.

This manages to surprise her more than the first stab wound she took, how one minute she’s standing still, telling your silly dog ​​to walk in a confident condescending tone, and the next she’s running at full speed through the trees and puddles of the park, your worried voice ringing behind her, as does your laughter.

“Sam!” you exclaimed from a distance, hands cupped around your mouth and dark red scarf falling from your neck, “You need to stop!”

She does stop, yes, but only after your dog has already circled her and Sam must be a ridiculous sight with a colorful leash wrapped around her legs and a dog panting with its tongue out next to her.

“Oh my god,” you lean in closer, unable to hide the amusement in your voice, “Are you okay?”

Sam huffed, feeling a strand of hair fall across her face: “A little help would be appreciated.”

“Sure,” you laughed, reaching out to carefully untangle it, “Maybe I should call him Pongo after all.”

She rolled her eyes: “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you, it’s just cute.”

Sam opened her mouth to retort, only to realize how close you two were, with your hands resting on her shoulders to steady her and your faces just inches apart, your breath tickling her skin. You seemed to realize the same thing, tongue coming out to wet your lips, your gaze fixed on her mouth.

Do something. Do something. Do something.

She finally does something. She kisses you.

It's all a mix of sensations, she feels when you sigh, breathing through your nose in surprise and satisfaction, she feels where your hands tighten on the fabric of her jacket and tastes you, warm lips contrasting with the cold skin of your cheeks, with traces of coffee, lipstick and something else so undeniably you that Sam swears her heart might stop.

You pull apart hesitantly, breathing fast, noses touching, eyes shining, and she feels herself falling, literally. Your dog jumps on your waist, demanding to be petted, and you fall, taking Sam with you.

Landing in a pile of leaves is more uncomfortable than the movies make it out to be, but Sam can’t find it in herself to protest when you’re the one on top of her. She smiles and you laugh out loud. She didn’t mess up.

“You’re covered in leaves,” you say, running your fingers through her hair, “And your face is smeared with black lipstick.”

She scoffs, “I wonder who’s responsible for that.”

“He is,” you point innocently at the dog standing next to you.

Sam rolls her eyes, but cups your face with her cold hands to pull you close again, and the second kiss she gives you is just as magical as the first.

Tara doesn’t expect to find a dog taking up the entire couch for the first time in days when she comes back from Chad’s dorm after sending you off on a fake mission to find her sister. Yet, hours later, there it is, with one of the sneakers she forgot to put away when she got home from class stuck in his mouth and trails of mud and leaves across the room.

“C’mon, man, that’s not a toy!”

She hears a laugh and finds herself face to face with Sam, looking completely filthy despite the sound of the shower running in the hallway and Tara knows Quinn isn’t home yet. Oh.

“So, you finally did something?”

Sam nods solemnly, pointing to the dark kiss etched into her jaw.

“I did.”

[torialefay]

"Regardless of That Fucking Assignment..." 📝

professor!seungmin x fem!student!reader smut 🔞

✨ synopsis: you tried to be professional after being selected for a position under the hottest professor on your univeristy’s campus. turns out, the professor doesn’t give a fuck about “professional.”

✨ warnings: this piece, although consensual, does revolve around a morally grey area. this is strictly fictional work, and should only be considered as such. contains a lot of roleplaying that is not appropriate for everyday life. I do not condone any acts that are represented in this fic. this is strictly fictional work, and should only be considered as such. ; unprotected sex, semi-public sex, slight breath play

Dr. Kim was easily the hottest professor at your university. Young, handsome, and intelligent were the perfect recipe for quickly becoming your favorite classes to go to.

Thankful that he actually taught courses for your major, people outside of it would still sign up just to see him. Well, more like fawn over him, in hopes that he would somehow notice and fall for them, like the clichés they’d seen in movies. It was a bit annoying, considering you’d have to make sure to register early for his classes, but you didn’t mind as long as you got your spot. It made your performance in his class look better in comparison at least.

You’d always performed well in his classes, but you always felt a bit behind. You’d considered asking for his opinion on who would be best to go to for tutoring, but you didn’t want to get flustered in front of him. You surely didn’t want him to think you were struggling in his classes because it was hard to pay attention to anything but him… But ultimately, that was the truth.

Which is why you were very surprised one day to receive an email saying that you’d been selected for the fellowship you applied for… with Dr. Kim as the head.

“Hello, Dr. Kim,” you said nervously after knocking and peaking your head into his office.

He was relaxed, seated behind his large mahogany desk with a plaque on the front ordained with the inscription “Dr. Kim Seungmin.” He’d had a pen in one hand while holding his chin with the other, lost in thought.

“Ahh, y/n. Come on in and take a seat,” he smiled, lifting his head out of his hands and gingerly resting the pen onto the paper underneath it.

You shyly opened the door wider in front of you, just enough so that you could glide through and carefully close it.

Afterwards, you smoothed your skirt down around your thighs and crossed the short space of the room before seating yourself in one of the nice, leather-backed chairs that he had placed neatly in front of his desk.

“I’m glad you could meet with me on such short notice,” he said warmly, looking you in the eyes.

You couldn’t help but blush a little. Even if you’d had around a hundred lectures with him under your belt, it was nothing like the one-on-one conversation you were having now. Butterflies crept up into your stomach that you quickly tried to shoot back down. If you were going to work with this man on a fellowship project for the next year, you were going to have to learn to set those feelings aside… starting now.

“Yes, of course,” you said formally. “I’m very thankful and excited that I was chosen for this position. It really does mean a lot to me, so thank you for giving me this opportunity,” you smiled back, hiding any nerves that you may have had.

Dr. Kim chuckled a bit. “No need to thank me. You’re a great student. I’m always happy to see your work. You have a lot of great ideas, you know? I don’t say that many students challenge me to think about things in a different way, but you’re… different. Very different,” he smirked.

You automatically felt your face flush. ‘Surely this will get easier with time,’ you reassured yourself, taking a deep breath as nonchalantly as possible.

“Oh really?” you began, calming your voice. “I do get worried sometimes that maybe people could find my work a bit… unconventional?” you raised an eyebrow, trying not to falter.

“Good thing I’ve never been the conventional type,” he winked as he smiled, looking down directly after to grab the paper sitting next to him.

‘Did he? Did he just?…’ your mind began running. ‘Surely he didn’t mean it like… No, there’s no way. That’s just his personality. He’s witty. Of course he’d play around like that. He’s just cool, calm down.’ You tried your best not to let your internal freak out show on your exterior.

“So,” he started, looking back up to you, “give me your ideas. Obviously on your application, you threw out quite a few interesting ones. As long as I agree, we can work on whatever you’d like this year.”

“Hmm, well…” you began before running through your list of ideas with him. You had one proposal that you’d been fixated on, but it would require a lot of effort and attention, and you weren’t sure about the logistics of it working out. It would required a lot of time from the professor as well, so you’d almost nixed it altogether. Something about it just kept coming back though, you you figured you’d at least mention it along with the plethora of other ideas that had been rattling around.

“Woah, woah- stop right there,” Dr. Kim put his hands out, preventing you from continuing on to another point. “That’s really good,” he nodded his head. “I’ve read up on so much, paper after paper. But no one’s ever done that before.” He sucked in his cheeks as he continued to lightly nod and fixate his eyes off into the distance. “That’s smart… that’s really really smart.” He smiled, bringing his eyes back to yours now. “I knew I chose the right one. You're really impressive."

"Ohh no," you said, blushing with a smile as you waved your hand in disagreeance.

"What, you don't think so?" He teased, leaning back in his seat. "Why's that?"

"I'm just really interested in it is all. It's not that I'm special."

"Ahh," he nodded, understanding. "Well, I disagree." He folded his hands. "I noticed you the very first class. I even remember what you were wearing."

The sudden comment had you taken aback. "Really?" you asked, wide-eyed.

"Of course. You're quite memorable," he said coily.

Your heart kept speeding up in your chest. 'Calm down. Calm down.'

"Come on, Dr. Kim, you don't need to say all that," you tried to play it off. "I appreciate building my confidence up, but I will always try to work harder," you finished with a solid nod.

He stilled for a moment as if contemplating his words. "Oh really? Work harder?"

“Well… of course?” your voice carried up, confused on why that was such a notable statement. “I could always be doing better in your class.”

Dr. Kim nodded. “Mmm, I guess that’s true. Tell me, y/n, whose class is your favorite? You can be honest with me. I’m just curious to know.” He cocked a brow.

“Hmm…” your eyes darted up as you began to think. “I’m not saying this to be facetious, but I really do enjoy coming to your lectures. Dr. Pramal’s lectures have been very good recently as well.

He giggled. “Dr. Pramal? Come onnn, he basically wears a toupee. My classes have to be at least a little more fun than his.”

“I don’t know,” you smiled, “He tells a lot of dad jokes. He may give you a run for your money.” You raised your brows at his daringly.

“Ahh, okay. Dad jokes. I’ll have to remember that. That’ll get me some brownie points then huh?”

“It just might,” you shrugged. “I think the class would really enjoy it.”

A smug smirk came over his face. “I didn’t mean brownie points with the class. I meant brownie points with you.”

“Ohh,” you blushed, looking down. There was no way, you thought, that he meant the words the way that they were coming across. But it did fluster you anyways. “But I guess… haha yeah, I guess maybe that’d put you ahead of Dr. Pramal… maybe.”

Lighthearted. This was the way to go, you thought.

“Playing hard to get… I see how it is,” he grinned ear to ear.

“Hey, we’ve gotta see how good those jokes are first!” you thought quickly.

“Alright, fair enough. I’ll get some good ones prepared for next time. Just for you.”

At that moment, there was no denying it anymore. There was no way, unless he was absolutely toying with you, that he’d be making all of these advances without realizing. You were sure he knew that almost every person was crushing on him, so you weren’t sure if he was just trying to play around, but either way, you knew that if you had been standing, your knees would have already buckled and given in. There was no going back now.

“Well,” you began, “since I shared my opinion, I think it’s only fair for you to tell me which classes are your favorites to teach?” You felt bolder now. More confident.

“Hmm… I wouldn’t say that I have any one favorite. They all have their pros and cons… but right now,” he tapped his pen on the table, “maybe I prefer the ones that you’re in. It always makes my day a bit better, but the classes go by so quickly.”

“So you decided giving me this position would be a good solution?” You giggled, finally leaning into the fantasy unfolding in front you.

“Absolutely not,” he stood with a smirk, gingerly beginning to walk behind where you were seated. “Excuse the language, but you’re fucking brilliant. It’s why I was so drawn to you... Having you on was a unanimous decision by the board.” He leaned down behind you until he was hovering just next to your ear. “But this…” he breathed out. “This is just a bonus.”

He took one hand to gently brush your hair over the opposite shoulder, making sure the area beneath him was open and exposed. He slowly let his fingers trail along your back until they rested on your shoulder, only for a split second, before sneaking lightly to trace along the lines of your collar bone. You could hear deep breaths coming from his throat.

“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop…” he whispered lowly.

Your head clouded. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine any of this. You wanted this, didn’t you? Yes, you wanted this.

But how would it affect your future? What if someone found out?

His hot breath hitting your ear drowned out any hesitancy you could have had. ‘Fuck it.’

“Don’t stop,” you whispered back, feeling shy, but excitement leaking out of you nonetheless.

He slowly let his lips find their way to your shoulder, planting the lightest kiss you’d ever felt, as if he was testing out the waters. As you began to get chills, he slowly began trailing kisses across your collarbone and to your neck, taking time there so gently suck. Nothing too crazy. Nothing too harsh. He wanted no evidence left behind. No emotions involved.

And that is exactly what you believed. Before he leaned in to kiss you.

His arm reached to rotate your shoulders towards him as he brought his lips to yours. The passion he poured in was immaculate. Like he’d been hungry for weeks. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, asking permission to go even deeper.

Without breaking the kiss, the walked around to the front of the chair, holding your head steady for him the entire way. Once he reached his destination, you let his tongue find its way into your mouth. He started with light circles around your own until he was quickly moaning into you. The desperate sounds leaving his mouth had you echoing, making you squirm even more.

You could feel yourself growing more and more wet with each second. Swallowing in every last moment, you basked in the bliss of it all, but you couldn’t help but to want more.

He smiled as he realized how worked up you were getting. Resting one hand on your cheek and the other around to the small of your back, he guided you up until you were standing.

He slowly waltzed you around, never breaking the contact with your mouth. As the moans grew heavier and heavier, you slowly began to push yourself up and onto his leg, needing any sort of friction possible.

He took that as his cue to extend his thigh out for you, running his hands down to hold your ass before rubbing it harshly.

You winced at the new pressure as you slowly began to push yourself up and down on his thigh, losing your breath at how good it felt.

The scene in front of him was quickly getting too much to handle. You knew from the growing hard on that you felt each time your leg hiked higher.

As he groaned loudly, he pulled his lips from yours and yanked your body into his, separating any centimeter of space that could have existed.

You let out a low whine in response as his lips went back to your neck, nibbling away as you fucked yourself onto him. His fingers burrowed into your hair as he went, encouraging you to go faster.

You reveled in the way your clit was engorged now, making sure to hit just high enough with every thrust. And as he began to pant more heavily, Dr. Kim moved his thigh up and down for you, adding to the intensity that you felt.

“Oh fuckkkk,” you let out when things were getting too much to bear.

The sweet sounds coming out of you were too much for him. Abruptly, he pulled his lips from your neck, taking hold of your head to bring it eye level with his. He stared into you like he now owned you. “You can’t tell anyone about this. Promise me,” he demanded, rutting his leg up into you, forcing you to take it as he watched..

“I promise,” you breathed out, grappling to his chest as your eyes rolled back, about to reach your high.

“Feels that good?” He chuckled, planting a harsh smack to your ass.

“Oh fuck,” you winced, loving the roughness he was giving you. Your face flew into his chest. “It feels so fucking good. Harder… please.”

“Harder?” His voice was raised now.

In any normal situation, you would have been worried that someone would hear. But in this moment, you couldn’t have given a fuck if you tried.

Another smack left you dripping through your panties. “Fu-u-u-ck,” you cried. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You held onto him tightly as the knot in your stomach formed. “Keep going, keep going,” you whimpered out, chasing your release.

You heard him grunt as he began thrusting harshly, as quickly as he could, into your cunt. Although you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was enjoying every last second.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you let out lowly as your clit throbbed in just the right way. The warmth got to be too much. The thrusts were too much, and suddenly, you lost it.

Flailing out all over him, you tried your best to cling on and ride out your high. The sexual tension that had been pent up for so long had finally spilled out- hard. You began shaking and crying out into him, not caring if you were too loud now or if anyone heard.

Once it was beginning to be too much, you pulled off, shaking and pushing him back. You were sure you couldn’t take one more second without passing out.

He took the opportunity of being separated from you to make the few strides toward his door to lock it. You couldn’t believe that you’d completely disregarded that once you’d been caught up in the moment.

Catching your breath, you turned around to grip onto his desk, holding yourself up with your arms. You were able to get a few deep breaths in until the professor returned behind you, pulling your ass toward him.

“Fuck,” he smiled, gripping your hips and squeezing, letting your ass push against his clothed dick. “That was so fucking beautiful.”

All you could do was moan in response, rolling your hips around. Although your heart had had a few seconds to calm down, you could feel it speeding right back up.

As he massaged you with his hands, he continued letting his thoughts turn into words. “Now I want to know how beautiful you’d look on my dick. Getting fucked right into this desk. Will you let me?” His hands ran up and down between your hips and your ass, rubbing you lightly. Almost as if he was… cherishing you?

“Mmhmm,” was all you could get out, still trying to fully recover.

“I need to hear you say it,” he barked back. “I need to hear you say yes. Say that you want this.”

“Yes, Dr. Kim,” you breathed out as harshly as you could, your response landing you another smack on the ass as he brought his hand to the back of your head to push it onto the desk and have you perfectly bent over for him.

He wasted no time, undoing his belt and letting his trousers fall to the ground, quickly pulling his cock out from his boxers to let it spring up and hit him.

He hastily threw the bottom of your skirt over your ass to reveal your panties underneath, completely soaked in the middle from the time you’d just had.

“Goddamn,” he chuckled. “All of this for me?” He rubbed his thumb up and down your slit, causing you to wince, before ripping your panties to the side. It caused them to partially rip, not that you minded. “Even prettier than I could have imagined,” he said, licking his lips and staring down at your pussy. “Fuck.”

He took one hand from you long enough to spit in it and bring it down to stroke his hardened cock. He moaned the slightest bit, touching himself while thinking of what was to come.

Using one hand to hold you down and the other to steady as he lined himself up at your entrance, he pushed in slowly, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your pussy stretching around him. He savored every last centimeter that he could get inside of you before bottoming out. A large breath escaped his lungs as he tried to stabilize himself. It was all too much of a sight to behold.

Pushing you into the table harder, he inched his way out before thrusting back in, trying to warm you up to him.

You couldn’t deny how delicious it felt. He was bigger than you were used to, and the way he had you pressed down was taking your breath away. You tingled head to toe from the sensation. It was better than anything you could have dreamed up in class- a few thrusts of his dick inside of you, and you could already confirm.

He picked up his speed inside of you as you let out a whimper, already feeling like you’d taken much more than he could give.

He railed into you relentlessly, letting out gutteral grunts and moans with each snap of his hips into yours. The sounds of it were lewd, but it only added to how you felt.

“Ahh fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he growled lowly, trying to focus enough so that he wouldn’t cum right away. “You’re taking it so fucking well.” He moved a hand up to your hair to form a pony tail that he could pull back on. “Don’t you think so?” he yelled, pulling your hair slightly back.

Surprised, you yelped, which only turned him on more. “Yes, Dr. Kim,” you managed to get out between shallow breaths. You didn’t know how much more you could take.

“You like it when your professor fucks you, don’t you? You always wanted to be used by me, huh?” he teased, thrusting into you even faster, tighter hold on your hair.

“Yes- yes, I love it,” you strained.

Something in him must have ticked because before you could process what was happening, you had been pulled up by your hair so that your back was arched, torso now fully upright. The professor now had a hold on your hair, but all the way around your waist as well to hold you up.

You felt yourself choke on your own throat from how far back your head had been tilted. The iron grab you felt from him behind you hinted that this would be something you’d have to get used to. He chuckled as you gasped for air, beginning to pound into you harder.

He admired the way you looked for him. Perfect ass slapping against him at every thrust. Your body contorted in the most unnatural shape, just because he willed it. Your face red from the blood rushing around. So perfectly behaved for him. Letting him do whatever he wanted. So willing to give it all up. He couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.

Relentlessly he growled, fucking into you harder than he had before. He could feel the sweat seeping from his brow, but it didn’t hinder him. All that mattered in this moment was using you until he couldn’t stand anymore. Each thrust into your tight pussy brought him closer and closer.

It was the hardest you’d ever been fucked. You were past the point of return. After moaning harder than you’d ever thought possible, you were officially fucked out. He kept hitting the same perfect spot over and over until all you could do was cry out and gasp for air. No thoughts anymore, just needing that second wave of relief. You clenched around him as you tried for a deep breath, quickly working your way there.

“Ahh shit,” he hissed as he felt you- pure, unadulterated, untamable lust now clouded his eyes. Something different had come over him now. He was no longer your professor. No. Now… his one purpose in life was to fuck you senseless.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanted to do this?” he spat at you, yanking your head back even harder so he could get a clear look into those pretty eyes while he rammed into you. “How many times I’ve wanted to stop in the middle of class to just bend you over and take you?! I’ve contemplated so many times if I should hold you back after class so I could talk to you. Get you to put those pretty lips on mine, ah?” He was aggressive, almost yelling out of his mind through gritted teeth. "I’ve wanted you from the very first day I fucking saw you. Last year. An entire fucking year of acting good,” a harsh pound into you, “and acting professional,” pound, “around you," pound. "But goddamn it, I just can’t do it anymore! You drive me fucking crazy, y/n! You drive me so fucking crazy!” He yelled forcefully, quickly releasing his grip on you so that you fell forward onto the table.

Your lungs sucked in as much air as possible as you had a momentary sense of relief. But within a few seconds, Dr. Kim was reaching with his hand to rotate your head around to the side, right next to his own as he’d bent himself over your body, still fucking into you with all the strength he had.

“I’ve got to fucking have you,” his voice rumbled lowly, looking into your eyes. The words alone made your pussy quiver.

'Fuck. There's no fucking way. Does he mean?...' You were sure you were going to cum any second.

“Tell me I can have you… Fucking hell, tell me I can have you,” he growled, watching you desperately. Hungrily.

You closed your eyes as they slightly rolled back in your head. “Yes… Fuckkk, yes, you can have me,” you moaned out as his thrusts became too much for you to handle.

He violently crashed his lips into yours as if he’d been starving for them this whole time- like he'd been saving his appetite for this very moment. He ate at you like you were the most delicious thing he would ever taste.

And with the perfect thrust, you felt it. The feeling that had been creeping up for so long, exploded now, leaving you in complete shambles. Cursing, moaning, throwing yourself all around, you just couldn’t control yourself any more. You tried pulling yourself back, but his mouth kept you anchored to him, resulting in you throwing all of your groans into his mouth.

You didn’t know how it couldn’t be over, but he growled as he finished fucking into you, the wet sounds of your release only adding to his pleasure. You were getting overstimulated to the point that you were sure you were going to cry.

“Ahhh,” you wailed, not able to handle it any more.

“Oh fuck, baby, fuck!” he yelled, throwing a few final, violent, thrusts into you before pulling out. He continued to moan harshly as he pumped himself in his hand, letting his cum spurt out all over your ass, covering it almost completely. He stroked it until there wasn’t a single drop left inside of him.

'Baby?' you thought, contemplating if you'd misheard him.

Once he was sure he was finished, he breathed in and out deeply, trying to catch his breath while grabbing for a few tissues on his desk. He used them to lightly clean you up while you too were still bent over, struggling to get your breath back.

As soon as you heard his pants come up and zip, you were sure he was done. You slowly used your hands to push yourself up and off the table. Your muscles twitched as you went, absolutely exhausted. You didn’t know if you’d even be able to stand on your own, let alone make it back to the dorm.

You were slow as you turned, flattening your skirt down and trying to get your footing, but failing.

“Woah, woah, take it easy,” Dr. Kim smiled happily, knowing he was the one that had done this to you. He reached his hands out for you to hold so that you could get your balance.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said, blushing while nodding downward to acknowledge his help.

You both stood for a moment, absorbing the scenery and what had actually just happened. You almost couldn’t believe it.

As if it finally registered, you were suddenly uncertain of what to do next. You ran a hand through your hair before crossing your arms over your chest. You wanted to act like you weren’t nervous, but you knew that you were failing miserably.

“Well, I should probably head out then,” you tried to play off as light-hearted, moving your body out of his way and toward the door. You couldn’t believe you were about to have to do the walk of shame… at fucking school.

“You don’t have to-” Dr. Kim started, almost too eagerly, “you don’t have to go…” he calmed himself. “If you don’t want to. If you need time to, umm.” You’d never seen him be at a loss for words like this. “Get collected and everything.”

His eyes were softer than you’d remembered. For once, he didn’t look intimidating. He looked almost… sweet?

But none of that changed the fact that you had just fucked your professor and needed to go clear your head.

“Oh,” you smiled, trying to look grateful. “I appreciate it, but I think I’m alright. I should probably go finish up on an assignment I’ve been working on for your class actually. But really, thank you,” you said, bowing your head in gratitude, about to reach for the door handle.

“Wait,” he insisted, moving closer to you. “I just wanted to say that I really did mean all the things I said about you. Regardless of whatever this was, you are so fucking brilliant. I don’t want you to think that this is why I wanted you for the position. I hope that you’ll stay on… and that we can actually work together.” You thought you could make out a plea in his tone.

“Of course I’ll stay on, Dr. Kim. I’m excited to work with you,” you smiled, realizing now that you had some kind of upper hand.

He smiled back as he took a few steps backward, letting you turn to reach for the door once more.

“Please, call me Seungmin… Except in class of course,” he winked with a chuckle as he moseyed back behind his desk.

“Alright then, Seungmin,” you annunciated teasingly, smiling at him with big, innocent eyes. “I need to get to work on that assignment, but I’ll email you later so we can find a meeting time that works for us both?"

Seungmin just rolled his eyes with an annoyed grin. “You’re getting an A, regardless of that fucking assignment. And please... just give me your number instead.”

[myeuphoricmindset]

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(middle photo credit: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple )

Paring | Eddie Munson x fem!blind reader

Summary | Reader is blind and Eddie is utterly obsessed with you, going out of his way to play you music and read to you. It’s simply a friendship, but he can’t stop himself from crossing the line.

Notes/tags | That’s correct, the reader is blind. I do not mean to write this in any way that would be insensitive; I just loved the idea of seeing Eddie care for someone who has a disability. The way he would be so sweet and go above and beyond. If this fic rubs anyone the wrong way or makes anyone uncomfortable, please let me know, and I’ll remove it. My intentions are pure. It’s a very sweet fic with the vibes of what it feels like to be young and in love. — No smut, but there is making out, and it feels very sensual. Also, cheesy AF.

I do switch back and forth with povs, don’t expect this to go by the writers rules.

— Oh, I listened to Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine while writing this. But what’s new? I always write Eddie fics to that song, even years later.

Word count | 2.1k

Eddie always met you outside. He waits on his porch, finishing his cigarette, and the moment he sees you approaching, he gets up quickly to close the distance, taking your hand to guide you to his place. He loves the excuse to touch you. He’s not greedy either; just your hand in his makes him secretly giddy. He’s focused on it the whole way to his room, even though he’s talking your ear off about a new song he wrote.

Nothing about this is new or different. Eddie inviting you over to play music and talk well into the night has become normal. A friendship that never crosses the line, but Jesus Christ, he thinks of crossing the line all the time. He wonders if your touch would feel different if it was reaching out with love instead of friendship. He doesn’t dare feed into his thoughts of how your kiss would feel and if his name would sound different if you moaned it into his ear.

He admires you as he strums his guitar, only half-focused on the song. By now he’s memorized every curve of your face and has counted every lash on your eyes. It feels wrong to stare, knowing he can’t be caught. Can you feel his gaze?

You’re lying in your usual spot on his bed, surrounded by his scent in the sheets. You try to hide the deep inhales you take as if it were the last time you’d be here. But, it’s not. You’ll be back tomorrow, as you always are.

He plays beautifully, and you try not to smile because he plays softer for you than he does during his shows. Is he nervous to scare you off? He never could.

“I love it,” you say as he finishes the song.

He smiles, and you know because it’s laced with his voice, “You do?”

The sound of his guitar being placed on the wall mount is familiar, followed by the radio on his dresser being turned on. It’s only for background noise. Eddie hates silence, and you can’t help but wonder if he just doesn’t like to sit with his thoughts.

You both lie on his bed in deep conversation with no sense of time. Eddie lazily plays with small strands of your hair with the hand draped behind his head. Does he realize that you notice every time he does it? It makes your stomach flutter.

“Read to me?” you ask as you shift onto your stomach, feet rising up behind you.

Eddie takes a moment to speak, but you hear his breath hitch, and when he does speak, his breath is warm against your face. He shouldn’t be surprised by your question as he reads to you every night, but maybe it’s the way you’re closer to him than before.

Your bodies aren’t touching, but there is a sense of intimacy with the way he’s lying on his back, most likely looking up at you, and the way you’re on your stomach, nearly looming over him.

Unsure if he’s uncomfortable by the way his breathing becomes uneven, you reach over to the nightstand and grab your water, trying to make it seem like you’re giving him a little space. When you return to your position, you’re a few inches away from him.

You realize you were wrong about him feeling uncomfortable because when Eddie grabs The Return of the King off his dresser, he returns to the bed even closer than before.

His arm touches yours as he lies back on the bed, and you can’t take your mind off of it. It gently moves against yours as he turns the page.

“Now, where were we?” he says as the sound of pages turning fills the room. “Aha, here it is.” His smile is audible in his words. “You’ll like this part.”

Eddie begins to read. His voice is like honey, sweet and soothing to your ears. He makes you giggle occasionally with his exaggerated voices for certain characters. His laughter matches your own, and even though he’s read this book a hundred times, it feels like he’s experiencing it for the first time with you.

As he continues, there’s a subtle change in his tone that you can’t quite place until you listen closely to the words. Two characters in the book kiss, and the way Eddie reads the description makes your stomach flutter more than the romance he’s narrating. You feel your cheeks heat up and lower your head to your arms to hide it.

Eddie chuckles softly, saying your name, “Are you blushing?”

“No!”

You bury your face deeper into your arms, breathing in his scent from the sheets. You would give anything to sink into the mattress, completely enveloped by his smell.

He calls your name again, clearly amused by your reaction. His fingers find your sides and he starts tickling you, forcing you out of hiding. You burst into laughter, trying to grab his hands to push him away, but your laughter only encourages him.

“Look at you. You’re so red you might pop,” he teases, continuing to tickle you.

“Stop,” you manage to say between fits of laughter.

You struggle to fight back, and Eddie laughs at your attempts. Your stomach begins to hurt from the laughter, your breathing becomes ragged, and your hair covers your face from the tussle.

Both of you finally give up, gasping for air. Eddie plops down beside you, the weight of his body next to yours so familiar that you long for it when you’re alone in your own bed.

“I’ve never seen you blush that hard before,” he says, amused.

You can feel his stare, which only makes you blush more. “Can you stop?” you groan, playfully shoving his arm.

“Stop what?”

“Staring at me. I can feel it.”

He scoffs, “I’m not staring at you.”

You sit up and demand his bandana. He protests in confusion, but once he understands, he relents. Sitting up directly in front of you, you lift your chin with a sense of victory.

“Because I don’t believe you, this is what I must do.”

Eddie lets out a sigh, pretending to be exasperated though he’s smiling like a fool. “If this pleases you.”

You ignore the flutter in your stomach at his words. Reaching out, your fingertips touch the corner of his mouth, feeling it curve up against your touch. His face is smooth, and you take advantage of the moment to trace your fingers across it, finding their way to his hair. He remains silent, but his breathing is slightly heavier—something only you would notice.

His hair is soft, and you resist the urge to twirl his curls around your finger. Instead, you wrap the bandana around his eyes and tie it tightly behind his head.

“Oh,” he says with surprise, followed by a chuckle. “A little tight, huh?”

“Can’t have you peeking.”

“Don’t you trust me?” he asks.

Your hands drop into your lap as you smile. “Mm, I’m still deciding.”

But that was a lie. You trusted him more than you cared to admit. There were many people you trusted to be alone with, but as you’ve spent time with him, he’s proven that you’re safe with him. The best feeling is being completely vulnerable and knowing without a doubt that the person you count on with your vulnerability handles it with care.

“So, this is what it’s like for you?” he asks softly.

“Something like that.”

The room is silent, the radio off since before he started reading the book you’ve both abandoned. The only sounds are his breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioning. But you notice the parting of his lips and the sudden, yet soft, intake of breath as if he were going to say something but decided not to.

“What is it?” you ask.

He clears his throat as if caught and takes a breath. “Can you…touch me?” You’re nearly taken back by that until he speaks up in a rushed sentence. “Uh, sorry, I —uh, I mean, my arm or face. Show me how it feels for you.”

Your heart warms at his request. And you gladly give him what he wants. Your fingers meet his face again and you admire all the softness. You trace the lines and curves, imagining if he’s as beautiful as he feels. Eddie sits there still for a while, softly breathing.

Then his hands grasp your wrists and lower them to your lap. “My turn,” he says as his fingers begin to move up your arms. Goosebumps break out over your skin, and you try your best to control your breathing, knowing he can hear if it catches in your throat.

His calloused fingers brush against your soft skin, but you don’t mind. One hand drops from your arm and takes hold of one of your hands. You fight back a smile, knowing his fingers tracing your features are close enough to feel your reaction. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your cheekbone. It feels incredibly intimate, just the sound of his breathing matching yours as time seems to slow.

He breaks the silence. “You’re so beautiful.”

A smile breaks out on your face. “You can’t even see me.”

“I don’t need to. I know exactly what you look like.” His tone is serious yet soft, almost as if he’s in deep thought.

He lets go of your hand and cups your other cheek. Your face fits perfectly between his warm hands.

“Eddie…” you say, wanting to ask what he’s doing, what he’s thinking. But your words fall short as you feel his thumb brush over your bottom lip.

“Tell me you feel this.”

He doesn’t mean his gentle touch on your lips, and you know that. The electrical current between you two could light up Hawkins. He grabs one of your hands and brings it to his chest. Your breath catches at the feeling of his heart thumping wildly against your palm. It’s so strong that you think it might burst out of his chest and right into your hands.

“Yes,” you answer him.

“Tell me I can kiss you.”

Your stomach flutters so fast that you feel like you could float away. “Yes.”

There is a moment of stillness in the room, time frozen. The sound of you both breathing dulls out and you lose feeling in your cheeks at his touch as you await his lips on yours.

He’s so gentle and slow. His lips meet yours and you welcome it, nearly melting into him. The kisses are soft and lazy, as if you both are drunk off each other. Your hands are in his hair and he moans at the feeling. Heat forms in your lower belly and you can’t help yourself when you crawl into his lap.

“Yes,” he breathes as he welcomes you into his embrace. His arms wrapping tightly around your back, rubbing his hands up and down your back while still kissing you.

His tongue brushes your lower lip and you open your mouth to taste him. He’s perfect. He’s all you feel and taste, nearly drowning in him. His bandana is still tightly secured around his eyes and you wonder if he’s consumed by you as well.

Eddie starts kissing your neck and your head drops to the side in pleasure. His hand wraps around your head, keeping you in place as he begins to suck softly in the right spot. You moan and you feel his smile against your skin.

“There it is,” he mumbles, before finding your lips again. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect.”

“Stop.” You mutter against his kiss, fighting back a smile. Your cheeks turn hot and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

His arms tighten around you and you sink further into his arms. You both stay like that for a few minutes, resting in each other's arms. You feel him inhale you deeply before he starts stroking your hair.

“You may not realize how beautiful you are,” he says as he begins to play with your hair. “But, I don’t mind reminding you every day.”

“Would you?” You whisper.

“I’ll take your hand, tell you in great detail about the world around us while reminding you how it doesn’t even compare to you.” He kisses your shoulder. “Not even close.”

The smile that spreads across your face is almost painful. “You have such a way with words.”

He takes your face in his hands, “I do write songs, sweetheart.”

With that, he kisses you with such passion that you fall back onto the mattress, giggles spilling from your lips as Eddie turns your darkness into light.

[yumseokz]

RIIZE MTL ☆ who can stay as fwb

most likely

seunghan ☆ he likes to keep his options open anyway, so this works for him really well. he’s good at viewing sex as only sex, without attaching any deeper meaning to it. he’s really good at maintaining the friendship and would be down to hang out outside the bedroom, like, you would truly just be a couple of besties who occasionally get freaky together. can act jealous but it’s just a cute act, he doesn’t care

sohee ☆ also very good at not attaching deeper meaning to sex, he really views it as you and him blowing off some steam. he’s not cold by any means, in fact he’s very sweet in-between your rendezvous, isn’t afraid to ask you to stay a bit longer and order in some food or watch a movie, keeps things very platonic and doesn’t enforce any romance onto the relationship, he doesn’t get jealous easily either so it really is a good arrangement

eunseok ☆ i initially had him at the top of the list, and i’ll explain why he has moved down. eunseok is good at “no strings attached” sex, his only goal during sex is to make it pleasurable for you and him. sex with him isn’t unemotional though, he can hold eye contact while railing and speak into your ear prettily without catching feelings, he just wants to give you a good time. HOWEVER, i don’t think he would be very happy with you having other partners. at first his logical reasoning is that multiple sex partners is dangerous, “catching a disease would be bothersome, going to the clinic is annoying” he would say, but i think deep down it’s a matter of him wanting something exclusive, he’s not able to share, not just bc of a looming fear of STDs lol, but because once he gets fond of you and your body, he wants it to be just him & you

wonbin ☆ it starts off so well.. he’s good at hiding his feelings (and he has a lot of feelings despite his cool exterior) so he’d be able to maintain your fwb relationship for a while. however, the lines start to blur the more time you spend in his bed, the more he sees you in his dorm room the more he pictures you as a permanent part of his everyday routine. wonbin is someone who loves his comfort, his bed, his private space, so when you, your smells, your missing earring or the panties you left behind infiltrate his bubble the more he becomes dependant on you and your presence (can’t say more on this because i’ll spoil my upcoming fic)

shotaro ☆ the second you establish your relationship with him, he already knows it’ll be broken. he will keep up the act for as long as it lasts but ultimately shotaro is a domestic man who values the home life. he yearns for physical intimacy that doesn’t only include your mouth on him and he gets very jealous when he finds out you have side pieces. a very monogamous man who wants it to be just you & him or nothing at all, he’ll stay because he genuinely likes and respects you but his priority is finding a wifey

anton ☆ anton just doesn’t like fwb, he prefers a relationship that isn’t just physical, he wants an emotional connection, he has a very romantic nature that he can’t suppress. he would be easily persuaded into a fwb relationship, his busy schedule and his affinity for you rationalises it, but he would quickly become depressed with the arrangement.. he loves the sex but he doesn’t like how quickly your time together ends, one day he’ll accidentally spill all his thoughts while ploughing into you, the mood would seriously shift into a depressing one *cue angst*

sungchan ☆ you’re becoming his girlfriend, no questions asked. he cannot hit it without attatching emotion in some way, he becomes emotionally attached to the pum and hates the possibility of you having other sexual partners besides him, sungchan is clingy and possessive and that doesn’t work with your fwb agreement. he’ll either be attempting to take up all your time or he’ll straight up convince you to date him, starts asking you out on proper dates and tries to be more domestic before and after the act, cooks for you and starts hoarding YOUR belongings and doing YOUR laundry so you have a reason to come back and see him 🚬

least likely

[tumbleweed-run]

Want

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 7: virginity

“There you are, I was wondering if you’d changed your mind,” Gale tried to make sound light, a little joke between the two of you but you could hear the undercurrent of tension in his words. 

“I’m sorry,” you said earnestly, letting your hand rest on his shoulder as you sat. “I got caught up asking Wyll something.”

That was a lie, and one you felt a little guilty telling him, but the real reason you were delayed was a bit more embarrassing. You’d been sitting by the fire going over conversations in your head. Or rather, how to have a very specific conversation. One you still weren’t exactly sure how to approach. 

The truth of the matter was, physically you were a virgin. Even though you’d had mind-blowing, life-changing, astral sex with Gale just before fighting Ketheric your body was still very much the virgin it had been before that night. 

Gale, of course, didn’t know that fact. It wasn’t something you advertised to potential suitors. 

It wasn’t that you were some prudish untouchable. You’d had your fair share of odd groping as a teen (and adult) and were intimately familiar with your own body. You’d just never had actual sex using your body. 

That was an odd distinction to have to make.

You weren’t ashamed of it, it was just something that didn’t happen. Some people never had the opportunity to try certain foods or go certain places, you’d never had the opportunity to have sex. Or rather, you had the chance a few times, but the partners were decidedly less than ideal. 

You realized that keeping this fact from Gale was becoming increasingly like keeping a secret. You needed to tell him, and you needed to do it before he decided to take advantage of the relative quiet of the journey from the Shadowlands to Baldur’s Gate. 

“You seem quiet,” Gale prodded, bumping his shoulder into yours. 

“A lot on my mind,” you admitted vaguely. You bumped your shoulder into his but stayed there, leaning into his warmth. 

Gale hummed in agreement. “It’s odd this calm before the proverbial storm.” 

You felt him press a kiss into your hair. 

“I need to tell you something, but you can’t make a big deal about it,” you said eventually after allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of the moment. 

You felt Gale’s body stiffen, no doubt anticipating the worst kind of confession. Though at this point you weren’t sure what Gale would consider the the worst.

“Alright, I’m intrigued,” He said very neutrally. 

You took a deep breath and sat up right, giving yourself the space for this. “Just to be clear, that night, our bodies weren’t actually… involved.” You were hopeful maybe you were wrong and you’d just missed all the awkwardness because you’re mind was literally somewhere else. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Gale’s head cock to the side. “Ah no, they weren’t,” he agreed, unknowingly dashing your hopes, “it looks a bit strange to an outsider, I admit, but alas our corporeal selves were exactly where we left them.”

“Why?” He tacked on after a pause. 

“Well, that would mean that I’m still technically a virgin.” You made your admission rather quickly, words bumping into one another as you spat it out, hoping to get this odd conversation out of the way. 

Gale was unusually quiet and when you finally turned your head to look at him you saw about a thousand emotions cross his face. 

“You’re a…” he trailed off.

You waited.

“Virgin?” his voice had risen almost comically. 

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“But you’re-”

“Yes, I know how old I am,” you interrupted rolling your eyes at him. 

“You mean you’ve never…?” Another incomplete sentence from your usually verbose wizard. 

“That would be what that means, yes,” you confirmed… again. 

You sighed and turned your body so you could look at Gale easily. “It’s not that I’m some innocent. I’ve had the odd kissing session in a dark room, its just never gone any farther. Not to mention I’m concerningly familiar with my own hand and also that one odd pillow in my…”

You trailed off as you watched Gale’s eyes darken. He cleared his throat and shifted. Idly you wondered which of those revelations had affected him so.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounded almost hurt. 

“It never came up,” you admitted, “first, you were at risk of blowing us all up and then we ended up having sex astrally. I would have told you if we’d been… physically involved,” you assured him, fighting with yourself as to how exactly word things. 

Gale seemed to absorb this information with acceptance. “Well I guess that means my plans for tonight are off the table.”

“What? Why?” You sounded genuinely alarmed, surprising even yourself. 

Gale smiled a small, exasperated thing. “My love, I can’t have you bedded properly for the first time in some wood in the middle of nowhere.”

“You absolutely can,” you insisted.

He chuckled and took your hand. Normally you would have seen a similar move as patronizing but there was nothing but love and adoration shining from Gale’s eyes. “We can be together astrally, again.”

“No,” you huffed pulling your hand away, growing frustrated. This wasn’t why you’d told him. “I want you,” you insisted, “I want you, for real. Here.”

Gale shook his head again, “but you deserve-”

“Gale,” you moved up onto your knees so you could hold his face between your hands, “this is about what I want. And what I want is your actual physical cock inside of me, here in this clearing. Tonight, preferably.”

Whatever Gale had been expecting, that confession wasn’t it. His mouth dropped open. 

“Are you sure?” He asked eventually. 

You nodded, vigorously, “yes.”

“Then I will give you what you want.”

You leaned forward and kissed him. Gale gathered an arm around your waist and laid backward, pulling you with him. You laid across his chest, eagerly allowing yourself to get lost in kissing him. 

You shifted, slotting your body between his legs. Gale groaned when your thighs brushed against his cock, already half-hard. Taking advantage, you pressed your tongue between his lips. His hands slid down your back to your ass, cupping it he pulled you up and closer. 

“How many young lads did you lead into dark corners, only to leave them with their hopes dashed?” Gale teased when you two finally separated for air. 

You laughed. “I never said I left them unfulfilled.”

Gale shook his head with an amused smile. “I assure you every lad who left without bedding you was unfulfilled in some regard.”

“I think,” you smoothed a hand against his chest, “you think too highly of me.”

“Not possible,” Gale reassured. His expression changed as you watched, from playful to something more sincere. 

“What have you done with others?” He asked all of a sudden. 

Now, you felt you might be a little offended. “Gale, I wasn’t saying that-”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I don’t care if you’ve had a thousand cocks in your mouth. Confused, perhaps, but I want to know specifically what has been done to you that hasn’t come from your own hand… or pillow I suppose.”

“Oh,” you felt a little sheepish now.

With out warning his hands slid to your thighs and he lifted you, pulling your legs apart, forcing you to straddle him. You could feel his cock pressing against your core. You fought down the urge to grind against it. 

“Has anyone ever made you come with their mouth?” Gale asked then.

You shook your head, a warmth crawling down your neck at the thought. 

“Their fingers?” He continued. 

Again, you shook your head. “Twice I've had someone’s hand down my pants,” you admitted, “but it was awkward and they never really did much.”

“Maybe you’re lucky,” Gale mused, “boys tend not to think beyond their own needs.”

“And men are any different?” You challenged. 

Gale’s eyes darkened as he looked at you now. “Not all, but this one, yes. Your needs are mine.” He rolled his hips up then, grinding his cock against you. 

“Oh,” the sound felt like it was punched out of you. Happily, you rocked your hips back down against him. 

Gale’s hands went to your hips, holding you from doing anything further. You tried to roll them again and frowned when he wouldn’t let you. 

“I promise I will pay as much attention to your pretty cunt as you can stand,” he started, “but I need you to promise you’ll stop me if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

There was an edge to his final words, and you knew anything less than an agreement that he’d leave you untouched. 

“I promise,” you repeated. 

“Good girl,” He rewarded, his words shooting straight to your core. You absolutely did not look at him in an attempt to hide that knowledge from him. His chuckle let you know it had been unsuccessful. 

He released your hips and you ground down on him once more. 

In a testament to Gale’s self-control, or perhaps his determination, his hands moved to the ties of your trousers. When he’d finished opening them, he rolled you both so he was above you. He sat back on his legs and slid backward before working to shimmy your bottoms off before discarding them in a pile nearby.

He gently pushed your legs and you laid back, allowing him to bend your knees. He gently pushed at them so they dropped to the side. You shivered both from the complete exposure of the position he’d put you in and also from missing his warmth on you. 

“Fingers or mouth?” Gale asked, hands sliding down your thighs, ever closer to where you truly wanted them. 

“I believe I said cock,” you retorted. 

A light pinch was delivered to your thigh and you jumped, startled but not actually in pain. “Soon,” Gale promised, “for now, though, those are your options.”

“Mouth,” you answered with almost no hesitation.

Above you, Gale smiled, apparently pleased with your answer. “Do you want anything? A pillow,” he asked rather than doing what you’d asked for. 

“I want,” you answered a bit snappier than you’d meant, “for you to touch me.”

“Some day, I will have you without risk of interruption.” Gale wasn’t really talking to you it seemed. Still, you wondered what he meant by that. You hoped something wicked. 

All thoughts left your mind when you felt his fingers spread you open even further. You were about to remind him you’d said mouth, unable to resist the urge to push against whatever side of him you were seeing, when you felt his breath hot against you. That urge fled, just as quickly as your thoughts. 

You cried out when he swiped his tongue between your folds. Quickly you pulled your arm across your mouth, aware the camp wasn’t too far off. Gale didn’t seem at all concerned though as he began tracing maddening paths with the tip of his tongue. 

Somehow he was touching you where you wanted and yet seeming to avoid it all together. A growl ripped out of you in frustration and you tried to slide down closer to his mouth. An arm flew across your hips quickly, preventing you from moving anywhere. You were about to say something, beg even, when his tongue finally found your clit. You cried out, free hand threading itself in Gale’s hair. If you couldn’t move closer to him, you could at least pin him to you. He didn’t seem too bothered by this thought, tracing his tongue down you again, this time pressing it inside of you. 

“Shit,” you cursed hips ineffectively trying to grind down again. 

Gale, in some act of benevolence or maybe because he was enjoying your reactions, move his arm from across your hips. He instead pushed his hand under your ass forcing you to tilt your hips up towards him. He moved his attention back to your clit. You felt the walls of your pussy begin pulsing around nothing and you whimpered.

“Fingers,” you gasped, pulling your arm from your face. 

Gale either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you. A few more seconds of attention to your clit and then his teeth gently nipped against it. 

“Fuck,” you cried out as your orgasm hit, once again pulling Gale against you. You couldn’t help but shamelessly grind against his face as you came. 

He stayed there, tongue licking broad stripes up and down your center until you stilled. Only then did he gently disentangle your hands from his hair and sit up.

He knelt between your still-spread legs, a hand gently cupping your cunt. He was watching you closely, pleased with whatever he saw he gently began kneading against you. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You asked unable to help the way your hips chase up at the contact. 

He shook his head. Briefly, you were mesmerized by the way his beard, glistening with your wetness, reflected the light. 

“Why not?” You whined, which wasn’t exactly how you’d meant to say that. 

Gale chuckled before leaning over you to press a kiss on your lips. You could smell yourself on him, taste it even when he pulled away. Far from being turned off by that fact you found yourself wanting to kiss him again. 

“Fingers, first,” he said and demonstratively slipped a finger beneath your folds to press against your entrance. 

He easily pressed the finger into you, finding no resistance when he did. Gently he began pressing it in and out, every time he ground the heel of his palm against your clit until your hips were rolling with his movement. 

His eyes never left your face when he began pressing a second finger into you. You nodded, trying to pull them deeper but he only continued pressing the new digit into at a slow pace. 

“Gods,” you moaned when his fingers were pressed into you completely. 

“Not quite,” he answered with a wry smile. 

You were quickly distracted when you realized he was refusing to move his fingers in you. He was just grinding his hand to your clit, and while it felt amazing it wasn’t what you wanted. 

“Gale,” you whined rolling your hips in an effort to get some movement inside of you. 

That was his aim, apparently. Gale held his hand still and allowed you to fuck yourself on his fingers. You grew brazen, chasing after the grinding sensation as well with a roll of your hips. He watched you with a scrutiny that had your body flushing. Gradually you realized he had begun gently scissoring his fingers inside of you, pressing you open wider each time you pulled away from them. 

His fingers were thick and you felt yourself clench around them at the thought of what he’d (hopefully) be replacing them with. You realized, in a passing thought, that you’d struggle to watch his spell casting in a normal way ever again. 

You felt another orgasm building and with great effort stilled your own hips. 

“Please,” you groaned out, “I want you inside me. Please, I’m ready,” you were shamelessly begging. 

“Yes,” Gale agreed before finally thrust his fingers in and out of you a few times and then with drawing them entirely. 

He was quick about removing his own trousers. His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach, in the moonlight you could make out a bead of precum on the tip.

Your mouth watered. 

Gale didn’t allow your thought to wander any further before settling between your legs. One hand hooked around the back of a thigh and hiked up your leg against him. 

“Tell me if this hurts, despite what you’ve heard it doesn’t have to,” he said leaning over you, bracing himself with his free arm. 

You would rather die, you realized as you nodded a lie to him. 

The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, but he didn’t move any further. It appeared he’d also put you in a position where he could keep you from pushing down on it. You wondered if it was forethought or simply a coincidence. 

When he pressed inside your head collapsed fully against the ground. He was certainly bigger than anything that had been inside you before, his thick fingers included. Painstakingly Gale began pressing into you. His movements were slow and controlled, making sure to keep you immobile. The sensation was uncomfortable but not painful as he stretched you even further. 

You couldn’t help but be grateful, now, for his refusal to fuck you immediately.

When he bottomed out, hips pinned against yours, he groaned head dropping forward. You felt the muscle of his thigh tremble against yours. You were secretly pleased as he struggled to maintain his composure. 

You tried to wait him out, trust him as he had only thought of you so far, but your patience only extended so far. Experimentally you clenched around his cock. 

“Shit,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he restrained a thrust. 

“Please,” you whispered once again fluttering around him, “please.”

Gale pulled out only a little before slowly thrusting into you. It wasn’t much but your eyes rolled back. 

He kept it that way, small shallow thrusts until there was almost no resistance when he did. Then, he began working back further before thrusting into you. He was grunting with each thrust, head hanging low so his forehead was resting against your chest. 

“Gale,” you whined unable to take the coddling much longer. 

It seemed his restraint was hanging on by a thread because his hips snapped up against yours, much harder than any previous movement. 

“Yes,” you cried out in response. 

Gale began truly fucking you then. He was mumbling something against you but the sound of your skin slapping against one another was drowning him out. Your own hips were moving now, too, the hand on your thigh had loosed so he was not longer holding you still. 

“Touch yourself,” he said, voice strained, finally loud enough for you to hear. 

You were able to slide a hand between the two of you. Instead of touching yourself right away you pushed your finger further down enjoying the sensation of the slide of his cock in and out of you. 

Abruptly Gale pushed up so he was sitting back on his knees. Both hands sliding under your hips in order to tilt you up so he never slid fully from inside of you. 

“Now, please,” he groaned out and you realized he was holding back his own orgasm. 

Hurriedly you found your clit with your fingers, this new position making it easier. You rubbed quickly and efficiently in a way you’d long learned would bring you off. 

“Beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” Gale babbled above you. “Come for me, I want to see your face this time.”

It was his words more than your fingers that pushed you over the edge. You whimpered and he began thrusting harder as you squeezed around him. 

Gale came with a shout, eyes screwing shut. He pinned your hips together once more as he spilled inside of you. He rode out his own orgasm like that, hips rolling slightly with each pulse. Once he was done, Gale gently lowered your hips back to the ground, allowing himself to slip out of you.

You extended your hand up to him and when he took it you pulled him down against your chest.

“Next time I think I want to ride you,” you told him after a moment of quiet. 

Gale laughed before tilting his head up to capture your lips in a kiss. 

[the-universal-sun]

could you write something about stan being claustrophobic? i saw a couple works on that and wanted to see your take on it and/or regressed stan ver

I’m sorry if this wasn’t quite what you were thinking of! I don’t really have personal experience with claustrophobia, so this was a bit hard for me to write. This also started out as some head canons and turned into a Drabble? I don’t feel exactly proud of this work, but I know this was asked a while ago and I’ve been pondering it for days. You know what? Don’t even read this I’m sorry. Again, I’m always open for constructive criticisms and helpful advice on my writing!

-For Stan, rather Lee, there’s a big difference between the nice and comfy small spaces and the chest hurting and scary tight spaces

-Being wrapped up in his blanket? He loves it. When he’s feeling sick, or anxious, or overwhelmed, or really any negative emotion, he loves to be smushed underneath his weighted blanket, he loves feeling the pressure surrounding him, calming his mind and body. When Lee’s feeling extra bad, Ford will lay on top of the weighted blanket on him, giving him both that extra pressure he needs and the comforting presence of his brother surrounding him, chasing all the bad and icky feelings away

-But those tight spaces? Those all encompassing spaces with no windows? The dark cramped places? He can’t do those. It reminds Lee too much of those…darker times that Lee doesn’t want to think of thank you very much

-Being on the ship was an adjustment for him at first. After 30 years of having his open and bright spaces in the Shack and in Gravity Falls, the small boat and smaller rooms gave him the tight feelings in his chest that he hates having. Luckily, Ford made sure that every single room has a window and a door, a link to the outside for him to look at, to know that he’s not stuck

-If Lee finds himself stuck in one of those spaces, like if the door to his toy closet accidentally closes on him while he’s in there, he panics. He cannot think. He cannot move. He cannot do anything. He starts banging on the door, yelling for his Sixer, he’s sobbing, and he cannot breathe.

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Ford opens the door as soon as he hears the banging, catching Lee in his arms as he collapses, hardly able to breathe through his panting. It becomes obvious to Ford very quickly that having Lee match his breathing wasn’t happening, not here on the floor at least, so Ford picks him up (he will worry about his back and knees later) and hauls him to their room.

Thankfully, Lee’s weighted blanket was left out on the foot of the bed, so he grabs the blanket as he sets Lee down, swiftly pulling it over him, careful to leave his head exposed so he can see the light spilling out from the windows. He lays down on Lee, rubbing his hand against Lee’s chest and breathing deliberately. He sees Poindexter shoved halfway under a pillow and pulls him out, stuffing the stuffed animal underneath the blanket, next to Lee’s face, hoping the familiar toy will help calm him down

It takes some minutes and a lot of head stroking before Ford can feel his brothers breathing start to calm. He sees his eyes regain some clarity, still in his smaller headspace, but not as panicked and scared. He feels his own heart rate slow down; Lee’s attacks always makes him very anxious as well.

When Lee’s awareness comes back to him, he finds himself in bed, comfortably crushed underneath his blankie and his Sixer, Poindexter’s face nuzzled into the side of his own. His body feels heavy, but he manages to look over at his brother, rubbing his head against Fords, humming softly. He usually finds it hard to speak when feeling small, but now he can’t speak at all. But he knows Sixer wouldn’t be mad that he can’t speak, words aren’t always needed with them. He feels his brother wrap an arm over him and relaxes into the extra pressure. His Sixer always knows how to make him feel okay again.

Ford reaches over to the night stand with his free arm and grabs the half full sippy cup from last night. Lee needs water, day old will do, and he doesn’t want to try to lift Lee right now for a cup, knowing how heavy he can be after an attack. Plus his brother looks so soft and comfortable, he’d hate disturbing him. He brings the sippy cup to Lee’s mouth, watching him drink so he doesn’t accidentally choke on water.

Lee drinks the water greedily, his throat was dry and hurting. It wasn’t a lot of water, but he didn’t mind, feeling too…he didn’t know how he was feeling beyond “blah”. He wasn’t sleepy, but he didn’t want to get up. He’s fine right here, with Poindexter and Sixer and the light from his window. His bedroom isn’t dark and small and scary, and plus he has his brother here. Lee knows Ford will protect him from anything scary. Even his own thoughts. He snuggles deeper into the bed and Ford, sighing softly as he feels the tightness still in his has calmed down, his mind getting fuzzier, but in a nice way, as he just breathes in and out. In. And out.

[magicians-abode]

Ok so, the idea just popped in my mind and I RLLY need someone to write it LMAO

Your Chilchuck fics give me LIFE so you were me go to, no questions asked

Could I get Chilchuck with a reader (preferably male, but gender neutral is also ok!) who miscalculated the ammount of anxiety medication they had left and ended up running out in the middle of the dungeon? Reader is having a hard time with their anxiety ticks and one of the side effects of going a bit too long without them is his body starting to "shut down" and become slightly like a ragdoll. Reader is still talkative and behaves as normal besides their head going to the side aggressively, flopping to the side and body parts just going all weak when they sit, flopping legit like a ragdoll (this os very self indulgent and has happened to me once, it is not good to say the least LMAO)

I completely understand if this makes you uncomfortable to write! And if so, a reader with severe generalized anxiety would work in the place of this request!

Hii! I'm sorry if this took too long ;-; since I have generalized anxiety and therefore I'm more knowledgeable about that subject, I'll write for a reader with severe generalized anxiety. I don't want to fuck up the other option with the ticks and such, because I don't know about the condition and I don't want to offend anyone. So hopefully this is okay!! love y'all thanks for being patient!

(Also changing my POV today) I'm so glad you love the way I write, it means the world to know that💗

"A Comforting Half-ling"

[Chilchuck Tims x gn!reader]

Warnings: none - fluff

Your hands were sweaty. You had been fidgeting with your fingers for a while, feeling a pit at the bottom of your stomach that made you even more anxious that you already were. The slight pang of pain in the chest that came from time to time the more you thought about the problem at hand bothering you as you sat on the corner of one of the rooms of the dungeon that the group had stopped by. Why were you so anxious? Simple. There was another party in that same room, and the rest of the group had decided to be all social and chat for a bit as they sat down to take a break from walking around.

Gosh I must look really weird sitting alone in this corner. I think they didn't hear me when I said "hi." What if they think I'm an asshole? Or a weirdo? Or a weird asshole?! you thought, looking around the room.

—Oh yeah, and that one there is (y/n), they're kinda shy— you jumped, your head snapping back to stare at the middle of the room as Laios pointed a finger back at you. Everyone's eyes were on you. Never had you wanted earth to swallow you whole and never come back so desperately before.

As the conversation resumed, the half-foot's eyes stayed on you, a curious and worried expression on his face as he watched you fidget with your hands.

He excused himself softly and walked up to them.

—Hey, why don't you come with me for a second? I need your help with something— Chilchuck pointed to the door, and your feet hurried to stand up and get out of the room as quickly as possible. Once outside that room, and away from the hearing range of the others, he sat against the wall, patting the space beside him.— What's got you so jumpy?— he looks at you, genuine curiosity in his voice.

Looking at him, you wonder if it's okay to admit out loud how anxious you were about, not just talking to people, but almost anything that had to do with being in public.— You're always behind us when we encounter other parties, and you don't seem to want to be there. I'm starting to think you're not just "shy"— Chilchuck called you out.

Beginning to explain to him how you were always on edge around people wasn't the easiest task. Admitting that, you were afraid of not being seen as capable, but being seen as a bother or even a burden ate you up every second of your life to Chilchuck was hard but worth it, because now you had someone that understood you better than any of the rest of the group. Everyone gets a little anxious at times, but you were a little extra anxious about everything.

Sitting cross-legged and now intently staring at you as you finished your through explanation of how you felt almost all the time, Chilchuck sighed and placed a comforting hand over your shoulder.— I'm really sorry you have to feel like that. I get anxious for five minutes and I hate it, so you being on edge all the damn time must suck— he offered a sympathetic apology, understanding you easily.— Whenever you feel like that, just... uh– try and tell me, or nudge me, whatever works best for you— he smiles softly, and the look on your face makes him huff softly in embarrassment and look away, retrieving his hand from your shoulder. When you give a soft laugh at his reaction he starts protesting and huffing at you, although we all know he wasn't seriously that upset.

When you hug him, however, he falls silent and sighs, taking a moment to return your embrace.

From then on Chilchuck tries his best to comfort you and help you everytime he notices you feeling anxious.

You need to buy something but can't because you're afraid of taking too long and upsetting the line behind you? He'll go with you and hold your hand. Maybe you're afraid of the guy at the stall, selling whatever it is you want to buy. Don't worry, he'll talk for you when you get nervous and start to stutter. Or even if you don't even want to talk at all.

Afraid someone is judging you? He's jokingly rolling his sleeves up and asking "Who? Who is it? Point at them and they'll never see what got them!" (They won't but that's because he's small and he kicks their knee from behind)

If you feel like everyone is judging you, though, he holds your hand and guides you away into a corridor/hallway where it's less crowded

Ever start hyperventilating? The first time he'll panic, and he'll struggle to find the words and actions to properly help you calm down. But it doesn't take him long before he has it memorized.

You're basically the only one on the group who's got Chikchuck breaking his rules about innerparty relationships, because he's grown very close and attached to you.

You're such an amazing person, you shouldn't have to struggle like this.

He gets very happy for you when you manage to do something that makes you anxious on your own. Maybe you spoke up to a whole group of people completely alone, or maybe you went and bought something that you really wanted without struggling at all.

When that happens he's sure to give you a smile and a thumbs up or a pat on your leg (you're taller than him, don't tease him about it or he'll get all red in the face and start mumbling to himself)

Overall, Chilchuck would understand you and try to help. He struggles, and sometimes you might think you're being a bother for him, but he makes sure to tell you that "no, you're not a burden nor a bother. I'm simply... not used to comforting people that often."

+ romantic established relationship headcannons

If you tell him that having him by your side is comforting, even in the slightest, he'll cough and look away, hiding his growing embarrassment.

If you ask to borrow something of his to comfort you, he's scrambling all over his words but eventually giving said item to you gladly.

You hide your face in his scarf after wrapping it around your neck and softly inhale his scent— Ah... you smell so nice. And the scarf is so warm— so is his face. A beautiful tomato red all over his cheeks and ears as he looks at you, genuinely feeling better just by borrowing his scarf.

Or maybe you borrow his gloves (if they fit) and put them on.— Okay... but why my gloves?— he asks curiously, waiting an eyebrow as he looks up at you.

You smile, wiggling your fingers after putting the gloves on— Makes me feel like I'm holding your hand— he falls silent, and he opens his mouth to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a flustered exhale as he turns around and walks away from you as he mumbles a "you're unbelievably.... cute" that you're sure he didn't mean for you to hear.

A few minutes later he'll return by your side as you're walking and extend his hand up, looking ahead— You can just hold my damn hand, you know?— he mumbles, and you notice how his cheeks tint with red once again.

[lliminall]

(Yan) “Chrollo, why were you crying before? ….Are you alright?”

tags: gn reader, yandere, chrollo being big sad and a little bit unhinged

In the dark shadow of the room, you could almost convince yourself that Chrollo is praying as he glances up at you. Sat hunched on the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands folded against his forehead as his dark eyes open to meet yours. It would be a funny thought, if it wasn’t so unsettling to see a man of his composure unraveling before you.

For a moment he says nothing, and you wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything about it at all. If you should have stayed in the bathroom and pretended to busy yourself in the shower for another half hour. It feels almost violative to witness him in this state. Your hand itches to flip the switch of the bathroom light, plunge the room into darkness and wipe the image of that expression from your mind.

Chrollo stands and crosses the room in just a few short steps. His hands find rest on the curves of your cheeks, thumbs meandering along the lines of your face.

“I’ve lost someone very important to me,” he says. “Someone I should have been able to protect.”

His eyes are sad, too sad for a man of his kind. It’s wrong on his face, wrong on his body, for someone who’s caused so much grief to be crumbling under the weight of it himself.

“One of your friends again?” you ask.

“Yes,” Chrollo answers with a sad smile. “One of my oldest friends. And there is someone on this boat who is determined to take more from me.”

Your stomach churns nauseatingly. You aren’t sure if it’s the motion of the sea or the man in front of you causing it. Chrollo pulls you into his body, pressing his forehead against yours. He looks at you like he wants to absorb you through his skin. Catalog every detail, every sight, sound, and touch of you in the library of his mind. It feels too much like he’s bracing to lose it. To lose you.

“I see now that I’ve been an idiot,” he says. “Arrogant. An arrogant fool. I didn’t understand how close I was to losing all of you.”

Nausea. Cold, creeping nausea. You want him to drop this unfamiliar act, to become the strong and unwavering force he has always been to you. He can’t be weak. He’s made himself into the only support you have, and he can’t be weak now.

Something sharpens in his gaze.

“But I won’t make the same mistake again. I’ve been weak before, in a long distant past. Did you know that?” He smiles at you as you shake your head. “No, and I won’t be again, now or any time in our future.”

His hands tighten around your face.

“I will be anything, become anything, do anything it takes to keep what belongs to me.”

Nausea. Nausea. Your hands press against his chest in a weak attempt to put space between yourself and this man you don’t recognize. He can’t be this now. Fraying at the ends. He has to be your only constant. Your strong and unbroken constant.

At the pressure on his chest, Chrollo seems to find himself again. The edge in his eyes softens and he’s looking at you again like you’re his favorite dog, shivering while the thunder rages just outside your shelter. Firm hands press your face into the warmth of his chest.

“Chrollo, please. You’re scaring me.” The tremble of your voice muffles into the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t be afraid, love,” he says. “Nothing is going to to take you from me. And if he tries to—“ his breath catches with a wave of emotion. The fingers in your hair tighten.

The air around you becomes thick with something powerful and suffocating, something cold and cruel that makes your joints lock and skin prickle. It fades as quickly as it comes, and Chrollo breathes slowly, deeply beside you. His hand caresses your hair in slow strokes, an imitation of comfort that does more to ground himself than to sooth you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t cause you to worry about this.” Warm lips press into the crown of your head before he tugs you away from his body to look into your eyes. “You’re safe with me. You always are.”

There’s a knock on the door. He leaves you to turn and pluck his coat from the bed, taking the warmth of his body with him, and you are left standing in the chill of the room with cold skin and damp hair.

“I’ll only be gone a moment,” he says. “Dry yourself off quickly. We’ll be moving rooms again tonight.”

He steps into the hallway where another voice greets him, and the door clicks shut behind him.

Your hair is dripping onto the tile beneath your feet. Chrollo’s voice fades into the depths of the hallway, further, further, until it’s gone.

You lock the door with shaking hands.

[sagesparrow394]

I’ve decided to start rewatching Doctor Who from 9 onwards, and it got me thinking about q!Tubbo and Sunny’s whole planned time travel arc that never came to fruition

And now im just devising a QSMP/Doctor Who AU where Tubbo is the Doctor, and Sunny is a little girl who he meets while doing an investigation into some sightings he’s heard about nearby of something that seems distinctly alien. Sunny had snuck out to meet some friends but got lost on her way home, and asks this mysterious man (who she quickly decides not to call ‘the Doctor’, that’s silly, and since he won’t say his real name, she gives him the name Tubbo) to help her find her way and walk her home.

And hey, even if Tubbo is busy, he can’t really leave a lost kid alone, can he? He walks Sunny home to a pretty small flat, where he meets Sunny’s pop, Charlie. Charlie is very thankful that Tubbo brought her back home safe and sound (he gives Sunny a stern talking to about sneaking out to see her friends without saying anything), and invites Tubbo to stay for dinner as a thank you.

Tubbo figures okay, a free meal and then back to his investigation. But through the evening, he picks up on a few things that hint to him that Charlie may not be all that he seems, that he may not even be human… There’s some small things, like how he speaks with an American accent despite claiming he was born and grew up here in London - almost like an alien who doesn’t understand how earth accents work, and taught themselves how to speak English from movies. Other things are much more stand-out, like him offhandedly mentioning something about ‘shapeshifting’, before awkwardly and unconvincingly explaining ‘oh that’s what I call my gender transition aha’. Tubbo begins to think maybe the alien he’s been looking for might be right here…

So Tubbo comes back later that night, parking the Tardis outside of the block of flats as he sneaks into Charlie and Sunny’s. However, he’s met with sounds of a struggle. He follows them to Charlie’s bedroom, where, good news, he sees that Charlie is absolutely an alien, as he is now in a bright green form of pure slime.

Bad news, it seems someone else got to Charlie first: a strange creature, a human-like body covered in white fur, with the head and paws of a bear. It has a completely blank face; no eyes, no nose, no mouth. It has Charlie, who is unconscious, slung over its shoulder. It stares at Tubbo for a moment - before pressing a strange device on its wrist and disappearing, taking Charlie with it.

While wracking his brain, trying to think if he’s seen those bears before, Tubbo goes to Sunny’s room and shakes her awake.

“Huh…? Tubbo? What are you doing here?”

“Uh, bad news, your pop’s been kidnapped by an alien.”

“What?!”

“Good news, you’ve got the one guy in the universe here who can find him.”

Sunny, very confused, gets quickly changed out of her pyjamas and into some proper clothes, before following Tubbo outside. She struggles to believe any of what he’s rambling on about - her pop is a slime alien? A weird bear took him? - until she steps into the Tardis.

And so, Sunny becomes the Doctor’s new companion, she and Tubbo travelling throughout all of time and space in the hopes of finding her pop, developing their own kind of father-daughter relationship along the way. And wherever they go, those same faceless bears as well as the phrase ‘The Federation’ keeps lurking, more people getting kidnapped across the universe…

[sillylittleguytm]

Hide Us in Shadow

Cardinal Copia x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of people getting up to filth in the confessional

Word Count: 696

Love from Your Papas Day 5: Hidden Kisses with Copia

Comfortable silence lays over the ministry halls like a blanket, the space uninhabited and illuminated by moonlight. The ministry is a beautiful place, and that beauty is only enhanced by the light of the moon pouring into the stained glass windows– it’s calm and serene when there isn’t a stream of people carrying out their duties throughout the day. 

The silence is suddenly cut through by the faint sound of careful steps on the tile. It's times like this that you curse the spacious, echoey hallways. You didn't typically go out past curfew, but the instances have become more and more common since you've become involved with the Cardinal. The blossoming romance isn't exactly forbidden, but you'd like it to develop more privately before it becomes a public thing. So, naturally, you both decide to be dramatic about it and sneak around to see each other. It makes things far more thrilling and fun.

You soon make it through the ministry and outside to the garden, your designated meeting spot. You arrive just a couple minutes late and find Copia sitting on a stone bench. His smile brightens at the sight of you and he moves over to give you room to sit. His hands fidget nervously. 

Sitting down next to Copia on the bench, you take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze. While he enjoys sneaking around with you, it stresses him out to no end. But it's hard to worry about that when you're by his side. All other cares go out the window when he has you in mind. 

“I'm glad you made it. I was starting to worry that Sister had found you.” Copia says, keeping his voice low. “I would hate for you to be put on laundry duty on my behalf.” 

“I think you're well worth any punishment she could dish out.” You assure him. “Except maybe cleaning out the confessional. I don't even want to think about the messes people leave in there.”

Copia laughs at this and leans in close. He looks at you for a moment, wanting to kiss you but hesitating to initiate it. The relationship is new and the last thing he wants is to take things too far and make you uncomfortable. But you simply laugh and lean in the rest of the way, kissing him softly. He makes a happy noise against your lips. His hand slides up your back and rests on the back of your head. 

Suddenly, you hear rustling in a nearby bush. You both quickly part in a panic, looking around for the source of the noise. You calm when you see that it's just a stray cat pouncing at a meal near the bushes. Copia visibly relaxes when he realizes they haven't been discovered. He places another short kiss on your lips, only to pull you in for another right when the previous one ends. You grin against his lips as the kisses continue. He peppers them all across your cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips. Not an inch of your face is left untouched. 

“Someone missed me today.” You tease with a giggle. Copia doesn't argue– he most certainly did miss you. Seeing you at night is the highlight of his day. He doesn't have to worry about paperwork or deadlines. All he had to worry about was Sister’s wearabouts and when he would next be able to see you like this. 

“I don't think we should hide this any longer, topolino.” Copia whispers, his mouth just short of colliding with yours once again. 

“I agree. I want people to see us and know that we're together.” You breathe, glancing down at his lips. Unable to resist the temptation, you bring him into another kiss, wrapping yourself around him, immersing yourself in him. You're in somewhat of a trance, completely mesmerized by how his lips feel against yours.

“Having fun, are we?” 

You jump back yet again and are met with a very smug looking Sister Imperator. Both of you are sheepish and worrying over what chore you both would be tasked with for being out past curfew.

Please not the confessional, anything but the confessional…

[snippychicke]

A Quick NSFW Moment

So, uh, who wants some rather short smut with a bit a plot should i want to come back and write some more?

Look, I have have trouble writing PWP. And if you haven't noticed, I am a bit obsessed with Klahadore|Kuro from One Piece right now. And there is like, very little. Especially when it comes to smut.

So here. Have some Klahadore|Kuro/fem!reader smut. Rating Explicit, obviously. Also quickly written, so don't expect too much.

The sun was hanging low outside the window of the manor's sitting room, casting everything in a golden hue. It was a reminder that you would need to leave soon, though you stubbornly ignored it as you continued your conversation with Kaya. Being one of the girls your age--and the fact your parents had been business partners with hers-- meant you had become close friends despite the fact you were a few years older. You loved taking an afternoon off every once in a while to visit, bringing tea to share while you caught up. 

(You reasoned you were allergic to her special tea as it often made you feel quite ill for a few days, thus why you always brought your own.) 

Kaya, however, noticed the sun setting, and her wide smile started to fade. "You'll have to go soon, won't you?" 

"Yeah," you acknowledged as you set your cup down on the table. "But… I did want to talk to you about something." 

"Oh?" She tilted her head, mimicking your movements as she placed her own cup down. 

"Well, you know how I've started my own business. And well, it's outgrown the little workshop in my family's store. So, I've been looking for somewhere else…"

Kaya's blue eyes became stricken, "No. Don't tell me you're leaving? I-I don't know if I could…"

You reached across and grasped her hands. "No, I'm not moving away, per say. I've actually been talking with Klahadore, and there's plenty of room in the east wing if--"

"Yes!" She interrupted, the dismay on her face quickly becoming excited. "Oh my--yes! Absolutely!" 

Your grin quickly followed; you had presumed she would be agreeable, but you still had worried. After all, the east wing had been closed off since the death of her parents. "I'll talk with Merry and Klahadore about setting up rent for the space, and any other costs--"

Kaya stood and quickly pulled you to your feet and into a hug. "Oh shush, I don't care about any of that. Having you here more often, even if your working on your projects, is more than enough! You wouldn't mind if I sat and kept you company, would you?" 

"Not at all," you assured, grinning as you squeezed her as tightly as you dared. She was such a small fragile thing, you often worried about accidentally hurting her. 

You could feel the spasm in her back before she actually started to cough. You went from hugging to help her stay upright while she lost herself to the coughing fit. 

Within an instant, another arm was braced around Kaya's shoulder while Klahadore offered the young woman a cup of her special tea. You hadn't even heard the butler enter, yet you weren't surprised in the slightest. The man could move as quiet as a cat when he wanted. 

"I think that's enough excitement for the day, ladies," he chided softly once Kaya caught her breath. "I believe it's about time for our guest to leave anyway before it grows too dark." 

Despite looking even more exhausted, Kaya smiled up at her butler. "Not our guest any more, Klahadore. Our friend and business partner." 

Understanding crossed his face as he glanced at you, giving you a look that you weren't sure how to decode. "I see," he virtually purred, making your heartbeat quicken as he turned back to Kaya, his demeanor quickly returning to normal.  Well, in any case, I think it's beyond time for you to get some rest, Miss Kaya. Do you need me to help you to your room, or…?"

Kaya waved him away. "No, I'm good."

"I could use some help finding my bag," you offered, stomach twisting. "I may have forgotten it in the dining room, and this place is such a maze…" 

There was that look again. He knew what you were up to, and seemingly had the same line of thought if the way his eyes trailed down your body was anything to go by.

Subtle, enough for you to notice but not enough for Kaya to question anything. "Of course." 

***

Klahadore did not lead you to the dining room, or at least he wasn't taking the most direct route. (You did know your way around at least the central areas of the manor after all.) 

You weren't quite sure where in the manor you were, but frankly didn't care. Especially when you were suddenly pinned to the wall, Klahadore's lips attacking yours mercilessly. 

If just a year ago someone had told you that you would be having an affair with Kaya's butler, you would have blushed but waved them away. Yes, you had already developed a crush on him, but hardly expected him to reciprocate it. As prim and proper as he always acted you presumed if you had confronted him about your little crush he’d politely turn you down. 

If they had added on how ferocious of a lover he was, you would have called them crazy. Klahadore was a kind, patient, gentle man. Surely that would transition into his personal life.

Great Blue, no. 

It was like he was a different man when it was just you and him. His lips were harsh and demanding as he pulled away the 'fashionable' scarf you wore to reveal the fading bruises along your neck and quickly began to renew the marks. Teeth nipping the tender skin before he sucked hard, pain and pleasure a sweet illicit mix. 

You bit your lip, trying not to let the whimper escape your throat. You weren't sure how close the other two of the household staff were, or god-forbid, Kaya. But he felt so good. The hand not knotted in your hair made quick --careless-- work of the fastening of your blouse before cupping your breast. 

"You tortured me all afternoon," he growled as his mouth worked its way up your neck to your ear. "As soon as I opened the door, I knew you weren't wearing a bra." 

"You tore my last two," you managed to say as his fingers pinched and squeezed your hardened nipples, going from gentle, to rough to gentle again in a way that made you crazy. "They're not cheap, you know." 

"I was hard all through supper," he growled, the fist in your hair tightening. "Barely unable to look at anything else besides you, unable to think about anything else but fucking you on every surface in there." 

The need between your legs grew even more. You could easily imagine him shoving you up on the buffet, pushing your skirt around your hops and roughly taking you. Or bending you over the dining room table, one hand gripping the back of your neck as he entered you from behind. 

"Please," you whimpered, your hands gripping the back of his jacket as you tried to grind your hips against his. 

His hands suddenly gripped your thighs, picking you up. Your legs immediately wrapped around his narrow hips, and it was both a blessing and a curse to feel the bulge in his pants rub against your core. You moaned against his neck, placing butterfly kisses against the tense muscles. 

"Such a naughty girl," he growled as he slowly rolled his hips against you. "What you deserve is to be punished."

"You say that as if walking all the way home after being thoroughly fucked and your cum slipping down my thighs isn't punishment enough." You actually quite enjoyed the walk of shame and usually ended up having to finger yourself into another orgasm as soon as you reached the privacy of your bedroom. 

There was another growl as he worked on the fastenings of his pants. "It's not, but it'll have to do." 

The first time his cock entered you always made you want to cry out in the delightful mix of pleasure and pain. It was clear Klahadore didn't believe in taking things slow and steady, and instead thrusted himself in completely with one sharp movement. It never how wet and ready you were--he filled and stretched you past the point of feeling full. 

He didn't wait for you to adjust before gripping your hips and absolutely fucking you. You could so little more than dig your nails into his back and silence your moans and whines against the fabric of his jacket. You could never figure out how he could think lucidly enough for the mix of praises and dirty talk in your ear. 

"Such a naughty girl. No bra or underwear? You were just waiting for me to fuck you weren't you? Such a perfect little kitten. My perfect kitten." 

His words washed over you, helping you climb higher and higher with each thrust. You were already ready and waiting when he said your favorite words: "Come for me, kitten." 

And how could you not obey? If anything it was a relief at that point as you spasmed around him, biting down a scream with what little control you had left. Especially as he kept moving, kept pounding into you, with guttural sounds as he chased his own climax. 

Soon you could feel him come inside you, his cock pressed deep into you, his body pinning yours to the wall, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pulled you as close as possible. 

In the afterglow was the only time you were really able to be affectionate. You ran your fingers through his hair, helping him fix it despite loving the disheveled look. The kisses were softer, sweeter, saying things that neither of you dared to say aloud. His hands caressed your legs, as if attempting to soothe away the bruises forming. 

"Do you think you can stand?" He asked softly after a moment. You nodded, though couldn't help but miss the feeling of being full as soon as he removed himself from you. Your legs were wobbly, and you were thankful for his support as you tried to catch your balance. "I should apologize for being so rough…"

You pressed your finger to his lips. "Don't. If I didn't like it, I would have said something." 

Klahadore's expression was fond, even though you swore there was a darkness lurking in his eyes. "There's a bathroom just down the hall. Come, let's get you cleaned up for your 'walk of shame' as you put it."

[writing-fanics]

☽｡⋆cream puffs and roses ☽｡⋆

Endymion/Mamoru Chiba x F!Reader

[summary: a sweet and forbidden romance sweet like cream puffs that ends in tragedy]

'Denizens of the Earth and Moon Kingdom are forbidden to fraternize. That is the god's law.' 

"Princess Celeste!" Venus shouted, catching the princess as she snuck down to Earth. Celeste stopped in her tracks and stuck out her tongue. "Princess, I would expect this kind of behavior from Serenity, not you," said Mars. Celeste folded her arms across her chest. "Is it so wrong that I'm merely curious?" asked Celeste. The Sailor Guardians looked at her sternly.

"And it's such curiosity that will get you hurt or worse," said Jupiter, and the princess pursed her lips. "Did anyone see you?" asked Venus, and the princess pursed her lips. "No." She said, lying. "Now, back to your studies," said Mercury, causing the princess' eyes to widen. She slowly backed away, from the guardians and ran down the hallway. 

"Celeste!" a voice called out, and she closed the book and placed it on her bed. Romeo and Juliet. She looked out her window and her breathing stopped, "W-What're you doing here?!" asked Celeste, looking down and seeing Endymion looking up at her from her balcony. 

"I had to see you again. You dropped this," said Endymion as he reached into his pocket, revealing the bracelet she had dropped. Her cheeks turned red. "How can I trust you?" she asked, unsure.

"I promise I mean no harm," he said, and she gazed down at him. His eyes sparkled like the crystal blue oceans she had seen from above on Earth."

"I'll be right down," she said and quickly left her room. She peeked her head out, looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then made her way down the stairs and outside.

Endymion came out of the bushes and spoke apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The girl looked at him nervously as he slowly approached her. He held out a bracelet, and she cautiously reached out to take it from his hand.

"Thank you," she said with a soft smile. "I also brought you this," he said, presenting a beautiful red rose as an apology for having frightened her. Her cheeks turned beet red as she looked at him, and she smiled while taking the rose from him. "Thank you," she mumbled under her breath. Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other as they sat down on the grass, talking to each other as if they were in a world of their own.

Months went by and a friendship blossomed between the two. The Sailor Senshi and Serenity watched as it unfolded from afar, "She looks so happy," said Serenity, noticing the smile on her cousin's face as she talked with Endymion. Celeste never talked much and was always quiet, whenever she didn't have any studies. She used to stay in her room reading whatever booked peeked her fancy. Until one day, her curiosity to see Earth became far too strong for her to push away. So she snuck down to there. 

"I can't believe this is happening," said Mars. Serenity looked at the scout and crossed her arms. "Unfortunately, it is," she replied, smiling as Celeste laughed at something Endymion said. "Please don't mention this to my mother," Serenity added, gesturing towards Endymion and Celeste who seemed very happy together. "They look so happy," she remarked, glancing at Celeste once again.

"And sneaking out more often," Mars mumbled, causing Serenity to chuckle. "Yes, besides, I'm going to fix that silly law when I become queen," said Serenity, happy for her cousins' budding friendship and possible romance with Endymion.

Venus gazed at the young princess and replied, "It's not as easy as you think." Serenity looked back at her and responded, "I don't care. When I become queen, that law will no longer exist." Her determination was evident. Suddenly, Endymion and Celeste intertwined their fingers and gazed down at the Earth, causing Serenity to let out a sharp gasp. 

"Love is in the air~" She cooed, giddly. The Sailor Senshi sighed and decided to give the two some space. Yet, the Sailor Senshi stood at a safe distance, their eyes fixated on Endymion and Celeste. They had been watching their friendship grow for months, and now, it had blossomed into something more beautiful and alluring.

"Yeah, I couldn't stop laughing when that happened." Celeste exclaimed, as she looked over at Endymion smiling, as they shared stories. Endymion smiled, as he listened to her stories and about her struggles of loneliness.

"I love Serenity I do and the Scouts but.." She brought her knees to her chest hugging them. "I still can't help but feel lonely." She said sadly, looking out at the Earth.

"So most of the time, I stay in my room reading whenever I have a break from studies." She said. He scooted closer to her, "Or sneaking down to Earth." He adds, and she chuckles softly. "Yeah, that too." She said, looking at him smiling. "There's going to be a morning market tomorrow," He said, looking at her and she looked at him. "Would you like to go?" He asked, and her eyes lit up and she nodded in response. "I'd love to. I'll use Serenity as a distraction." She joked, causing the two to smile at each other.

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Celeste's eyes looked curiously at the various food stands and shops, in the market. The smell of something sweet wafted through her nose, and her stomach growled in response. She started sniffing the air like a dog sniffing for food. Until her nose pointed in the direction of the stand, where the scent was coming from.

She rushed towards it. Endymion could only smile softly in response as he followed after her. Her eyes sparkled like stars seeing the delicious cream puffs, some filled with whipped cream and others custard or pastry cream. Endymion paid for the sweet confectionery.

Her eyes widened, and she placed her hand on the right side of her cheek and hummed in delight. “So good!” She mumbled as she savored the delicious treat.

Her cheeks flushed, “Sorry, I’m being impolite.” She said, embarrassed looking away from him. “No, I’m happy you’re having fun,” He said, and she looked at him and smiled. He noticed the little bit of chocolate on her cheek, he brought his hand to her cheek and with his thumb, wiped away the chocolate on her cheek. 

She looked away sheepishly, as her heart pounded against her chest. "I should be heading back," She mumbled. He removed his hand from her cheek understanding but upset that their time together was already ending. "I'll escort you," He said, and she smiled. Her eyes landed on a stand selling necklaces, and couldn’t help but stop to look.

As she walked down the street, her eyes caught sight of a beautiful necklace with a gold chain and a jeweled rose at the bottom. Endymion walked up behind her and noticed her staring at the necklace in awe. Without any hesitation, he paid for the necklace before the young princess could even object. "H-Hey, you didn't need to buy that for me." She said as they walked towards the palace. 

He looked at her and smiled, "Why not? You're my guest." He said, and her cheeks turned bright red, "Besides a beautiful necklace should be worn by a beautiful princess such as you." He said, and her cheeks turned beet red. Her heart skipped a beat as her breathing hitched, "I-I um.." She mumbled, under her breath. 

Her heart raced as he held her hand, intertwining their fingers. She looked into his blue eyes, which sparkled like crystals in the sunlight. "Celeste" He whispered, her name rolling off his tongue so easily. 

‘Dont fall in love’ 

‘Don’t fall in love’ 

‘Don-‘ 

As he leaned in, she could feel his warm breath on her lips. His lips were soft and gentle as they met hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but melt into the kiss, her hand instinctively reaching up to caress his cheek. His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. At that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

‘Too late’ 

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She paced her room still able to feel the warmth of his lips, and she couldn't stop touching them with her fingers. She missed the softness and sweetness of his kiss already. As she walked towards her window, she looked longingly at the Earth. "My Endymion," she sighed, placing her hand over her chest. 

Celeste was lost in her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. "It's me," Serenity said from outside the bedroom. Celeste opened the door and pulled her cousin into the room before closing the door behind them. "What happened?" asked Serenity, taking Celeste's hands. "You've been quiet," she continued, and Celeste looked away sheepishly.

"He kissed me," said Celeste. Serenity's eyes widened in shock. "And I kissed him back," Celeste added. Her cousin gasped in shock before smiling and squealing, "Oh, I'm so happy for you!" squealed Serenity, then Celeste placed her hand over her cousin's mouth. 

"Celeste!" a voice called out. She walked towards her balcony and saw Endymion looking up at her. "Endymion!" she whisper-shouted, excitedly. "I'll be right down," she said, sending him a smile. Serenity looked at her cousin and smiled, "Go on!" said Serenity, patting her on the back. Celeste had a smile on her face as she gave her a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "Go get 'em!" Serenity shoved her outside of her bedroom door.

"I had to see you again," he confessed. Her smile grew as she ran down the stairs towards him, wrapping her arms around him. "Endymion," she whispered, looking up at him. 

☽｡⋆

He gently placed his hand on her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. She smiled softly and said, "When I'm with you, it's like my heart becomes transparent! Energy wells up within me!" She paused for a moment and then looked up into his eyes. "I want to be with you like this forever," she whispered, feeling her heart swelling with emotion as she leaned her head into his chest and felt his strong arms around her. He looked down at her and smiled.

With a gentle sigh, she whispered his name under her breath - "My Endymion." He leaned down towards her and their lips met in a soft and tender kiss, their bodies drawn closer together. As the kiss deepened, he placed his hand on the back of her head, gently pulling her closer to him. With every passing second, the intensity of their embrace grew, their passion burning brighter and brighter until they were both lost in the moment, lost in each other.

๋࣭ ⭑"My Starlight." ๋࣭ ⭑

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A dark cloud seemed to loom over the Earth Kingdom, a rebellion seemed to be brewing. Endymion and Celeste, were seeing less and less of each other. She knew for them to be seen together especially now, would mean war and could even make the situation even worse.

She looked down at the countless letters that they've been exchanging during this time, "Oh, Endymion." She whispered. Missing her lover dearly. She heard rustling from outside, and walked towards her balcony. "Serenity, knows not th-" The figure revealed himself, and her eyes widened with joy.

"Endymion!" She whisper shouted, and quickly ran out of her room towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as his arms snaked their way around her waist.

"Endymion," She whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at him, "I don't mean to sound dark but." She mumbled under her breath, she intertwined her fingers with his. "If anything happens, I hope we find each other in our next life." She said, looking at him biting her lip nervously.

Endymion placed, his hand on her cheek. caressing it with his thumb. "Of course, everything is going to be alright." He said, leaning down to press a kiss onto her lips. "I promise," He said, placing his forehead against hers. "I'll protect you no matter what." He planted a kiss on her forehead, and she placed her hand over his.

"I'll protect you, my Starlight." He whispered. She wrapped her arms around him as if her life depended on it. Tears brimming her eyes and she nuzzled her head into his chest. He pulled back and cupped her cheeks, "Someone like you shouldn't have such tears," He said, gently wiping them away. She placed her hand over his leaning into his touch.

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"We will take the Kingdom of the Moon and make it ours!" 

"The Legendary Silver Crystal will be mine!" 

"Prince, will you be a traitor to Earth?" 

"This is all for Earth's prosperity!" 

"Stop! Lay down your arms! Stop this futile war!" shouted Endymion, standing in front of his beloved Starlight protectively. Celeste stood behind him scared for her life. Beryl's eyes landed on her eyes filled with hatred and jealousy, "So, this is the wench you betrayed your kingdom for!" shouted Beryl; raising the sword above her head and running towards the princess. 

"I'll end you!" shouted Beryl, running towards the princess sword raised; above her head. She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her protectively. Followed by a pained scream and blood staining her hands. Her eyes widened in horror seeing her lover protect her from the sword; getting himself impaled in the process. 

Celeste let out a blood-curdling scream, "Endymion!" as she watched him fall to the ground his body lying in front of her feet. Falling to her knees in shock, as she brought her hand to her mouth.

She couldn't breathe. Her entire world seemed to crumble around her, "Endymion!" her anguish cries echoed throughout the kingdom Her eyes drifted towards the sword lying on the ground. With eyes devoid of emotion she reached; towards the sword lying on the ground. She couldn't make a wish or pray everything was gone, nothing could fix this nothing could bring him back. Once again she was alone. Alone.

"Princess?" whispered the sailor scouts. Celeste, tears in her eyes and immeasurable grief in her heart gripped the sword with both hands and plunged it between her breasts. Her body fell to the ground lifeless beside Endymion, her beloved. Her hand clasps over his in her final moments. The Sailor Scouts let out a horrified scream, "Princess!" watching as the princess took her own life. Her body lying next to that of her beloved, like Romeo and Juliet. 

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"I cant seem to stop eating theses for breakfast and lunch." She exclaimed, as she walked down the sidewalk. Just as she was about to take her first bite of her third cream puff. Someone bumped into her, causing her to drop the cream puff on the ground.

"Wahh! My cream puff!" She exclaimed, looking down at her ruined lunch. "Hey!" She exclaimed, her cheeks puffed as she looked up at the guy.

She looked at the guy in front of her his hair was black, and he wore shades and a tuxedo? He almost looked familiar. "You made me drop my lunch." She pouted, looking at him. He looked at her through the shades.

He couldn't help but tease her. "You keep eating like that, and you'll turn into a cream puff," he said with a grin. She looked at him, furrowed her eyebrows, and pursed her lips.

"Excuse me?!" She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest as she looked at him. "Hmph, mind your business!" She growled, as she picked up what was once her breakfast and stormed off.

"Pretentious jerk!" She mumbled under her breath, as she turned back to look at him before continuing on her way. Looking down at her watch, causing her to shout and pick up the pace. "Oh, I'm late!" She shouted, and he watched as she ran off in the opposite direction. Running towards, her extracurricular activities. .

a/n: I hoped you enjoyed this! Should I make a part II? Mamoru definetly owes her some fresh cream puffs don't ya think?

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi may I ask for a romantic matchup request for both marvel and dc ? (Im 20 and a straight girl btw). Im pretty short (5f) with brown eyes and hair (easy to guess im hispanic also cause of my accent jsjs)

Im someone who enjoys being active, either jogging or biking and even kickboxing or weightlifting works for me !

But im also very sensitive and need space cause this world can get so overwhelming (i have adhd that explains both my need for moving yet also if smt feels off its hard not to be bothered by it )

Finally I rlly like to listen to oldies in my turntable, I adore my cat and if I could have a superpower it would be able to speak all of the languages cause I feel you cannot ever learn or discover enough (i can be a chatty Ravenclaw 😅)

Thanks 💙

Hey! I am sorry this was so late in posting!

But, I hope you like your matchups for MCU and DC! <3333333

Romantic Matchups; Marvel and DC

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Romance;

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Marvel;

Peter Parker - (Honestly; can be seen as any Peter wanted)

You first met Peter during college when you accidentally spilled coffee on him when rushing to class.

You were apologizing, feeling awful.

But Peter was already stressed about a project for Dr. Connors, so his immediate reaction was a flustered “Oh no, it’s okay! No need to apologize! I think I was due for a caffeine shower anyway!”

You still felt terrible, and Peter could see as you continued to apologize profusely that you were becoming overwhelmed.

Peter's kindhearted nature kicked in. He reassured you that there was no harm done, before saying one of his goofy jokes to hopefully help you.

Which it did. His goofy joke earned him a small, appreciative laugh.

After that, Peter offered to meet up with you for a coffee, since he did run into you, and you don't have coffee to drink anymore.

Since then, you and Peter would meet up on campus, in the halls, or at the library, and soon you both started sitting together to study; either in the library or your dorm rooms.

Peter admires your energy and drive for physical activities, even if he isn’t always as athletic (outside of Spider-Man-ing).

He loves hearing you ramble about your kickboxing progress and even shows up at the gym once or twice to cheer you on - pretending to be clueless about all the technical moves.

Peter is a secret sucker for oldies like Sam Cooke and The Beach Boys, so he’s thrilled when you introduce him to some gems on your turntable.

Peter also has ADHD so he understands to struggle.

He also understands when you need space for yourself. He also gets overwhelmed, whether that be from his secret spider job, college, or life in general.

If he wants to meet up or hang out, he always makes sure to check in with you to see if you're up for hanging out.

When he visits your dorm to hang out or study, Peter meets your cat.

He quickly becomes smitten with your cat, treating them like royalty whenever he visits. ("Do you think your cat likes me yet? Should I bribe them with tuna or catnip?")

Peter realizes he has feelings for you when you patch him up after a fight as Spider-Man.

Yes, you found out about his secret identity.

You just sort of found out.

Peter would leave early at night, he'd leave studies early sometimes, always making up excuses...

Anyway, Peter would come over at night, either to crash or with gashes and small wounds.

You were firm but caring, scolding him for being reckless while gently dabbing at his wounds.

Watching you handle his injuries with such tenderness makes him think, 'Wow, I want to be around her forever.'

He’s shy about confessing at first, worried about endangering you because of his double life.

But eventually, he can’t hold back anymore and blurts out randomly during a movie night, “I, uh… I really like you. Like… A lot.”

Dates with Peter are an adorable mix of chaotic and sweet.

He might take you to a 24-hour diner at 3 a.m. after patrol or sneak you up to a rooftop of your dorm to stargaze.

Peter loves teaching you little phrases in different languages he’s picked up from his adventures in New York. When you say them back to him, his heart does a somersault.

He loves how much you love to learn.

He keeps a framed photo of you and your cat on his desk, right next to his laptop. You tease him for it, but he just grins and says, “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy.”

Cue blushing.

When you are overwhelmed, with life or anything really, Peter will ask if you need to be alone or want him with you.

If you want to be alone, he leaves the room, letting you know that if you need him he'll be in the next room studying.

If you want him with you, he'll grab a nice throw blanket, quickly grab you your favorite snack, and sit beside you; the blanket over you and your snack in your hand.

He'll ask if you want to cuddle if you want him to touch you, and if you do, he'll hold you close, nuzzling his cheek into the hair on the top of your head.

If you don't, Peter will sit beside, you making sure there is enough space for you.

When you are feeling a bit better, Peter will try and make you laugh.

He loves your smile.

Peter joins you on jogs and bike rides, trying to keep up with you. He ends up panting by the end, but he refuses to quit because he loves spending that time with you.

Peter often swings by your window as Spider-Man to surprise you with snacks or flowers. You always have to remind him not to scare the cat.

You cat ends up really liking him, so that makes you really happy that your boyfriend and your best cat friends like each other.

Mini family...

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DC;

Jason Todd -

You met Jason at a late-night diner. You were sitting in the corner booth with a book, enjoying some dessert after you successfully got 100% on your big test.

Jason was there, to decompress after patrol.

But, when an older woman came over to Jason, speaking in a language that he couldn't understand. The woman was rambling, words coming out of her mouth as she stared up at him in what seemed to be distress.

Jason tried to cut in, confused and worried for this woman as she continued to speak, tears in her eyes.

Jason was trying to stay calm and not freak out. He wanted to help, but he couldn't understand this woman.

"Here. I am help." He heard, watching as you walked over to Jason and the woman.

Jason watched as you spoke in the woman's language. Perfectly.

He then watched, curious, as the woman explained everything to you, and with a nod from you, you led the woman to a waitress.

Jason strained his ears; the woman just wanted to order some dinner, but no one could understand her; except you.

Walking back over, you stopped beside him at the bar. "Thank you for trying to help her."

He asked about that further, and you revealed that you were able to understand all languages. You didn't know how you knew, but you just knew.

Since that day, you and Jason have been inseparable, sometimes.

Jason appreciates your ability to keep up with his sharp wit. You’re one of the few people who can match his banter, and it always leaves him grinning.

Your love for history catches Jason’s attention. He enjoys listening to you ramble about random historical facts, secretly amazed at how passionate you are.

Jason is low-key impressed by your kickboxing skills. He offers to spar with you sometimes, and while he always holds back, he can’t help but tease you when you land a solid hit.

He loves your cat, even if he pretends not to at first. The cat, naturally, loves to curl up on Jason’s lap when they first meet him.

You both bond over your mutual need for space and time to decompress. Jason understands how important alone time is and never pushes you beyond your limits.

Jason starts to fall for you during one of your late-night conversations.

You were sitting on the fire escape outside your apartment, sharing your dreams - traveling the world, learning all you can - the way your eyes lit up as you spoke made something in his guarded heart soften.

It its him when you laugh at one of his rare, dry jokes - not a polite laugh, but it was genuine.

Jason notices how you remember little things about him, like his favorite type of coffee or the way he likes romcoms. It makes him feel seen in a way he hasn’t felt since his days with Alfred.

He realizes he’s in too deep one evening when you casually fix the rip in his jacket. Watching you focus so intently, sitting so close to him, he can’t help but wonder what life with you would be like.

Jason gets jealous easily but tries to hide it behind sarcastic comments. When he sees someone flirt with you, his protective instincts kick in, and he subtly finds a way to make it clear that you’re with him - even if he hasn’t confessed yet.

He starts looking for excuses to spend time with you. A “random” call to see if you’re free or showing up to your favorite café - it’s his way of being close to you without fully admitting how much he cares.

The moment he realizes it’s more than just a crush is when you call him after a particularly overwhelming day. He listens as you vent, offering comforting words, and when you thank him for being there, he can’t help but think, 'Yeah, she's the one.'

He struggles with opening up, but your kind and patient nature slowly breaks down his walls. One night, he admits, “You’re the only person who makes me feel… Normal. Like I can breathe.”

Jason loves taking you on motorcycle rides through Gotham. He buys you a custom helmet with your favorite color just because he wants you to feel special.

He’s not great at expressing his feelings verbally, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s showing up with your favorite snacks or fixing something in your apartment, he’s always finding ways to make your life easier.

He'll even do the dishes.

When you get overwhelmed, Jason becomes your rock. He lets you vent or just sit in silence, offering quiet comfort until you’re ready to face the world again.

He secretly loves it when you play music on your turntable. Sometimes he’ll just sit back and watch you dance around the room, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

Jason takes you to hidden spots in Gotham that he knows you’d love, like old bookstores or quiet rooftop views.

He teaches you self-defense techniques, even though you’re already capable. He says it’s to “sharpen your skills,” but he just likes spending time with you.

Jason introduces you to his favorite rock bands, and you introduce him to oldies. Your playlists become an eclectic mix of both genres.

When Jason has a bad day, you read to him. He won’t admit it, but the sound of your voice always calms him down.

~~~

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Hello ! Hope you're doing good <33

Can I request platonic headcanons of YJ! Dick,Kaldur,M'gann (and any other characters that you think will suit this idea). Them meeting alien!reader(any gender you like) who's around the same age as them and that recently joined the YJ? Like for example,reader has 4 arms and has a cool space ship and being able to control elements (water or smth) ?

Please ignore this if you want I suck at making requests. Hope you have a good day/night !

From Another World | yj! Characters x platonic Alien! reader

a/n: I am doing good thanks for asking! I love this! It’s so creative and I never really get to do platonic things so I’m so happy I got this request!

Warnings: None. Gender of reader is never mentioned.

Contains: Robin, Aqua Lad, Miss Martian. Season 1 timeline.

ROBIN:

Robin would have immediately welcomed you to the team.

he keeps his distance though, his training with Batman taught him to find weaknesses and strengths of anyone he’s around. It’s like a switch in his brain he can’t switch off.

He would like to train you to use your water manipulation powers but knows he probably no help with that.

he would do research on your world to get some background information. He’s a sneaky little thing

He probably try to crack a few water jokes around you.

“Hey Y/N! H2O is water but what is H2O4?”

”Robin that’s not a eleme-“

”For swimming and drinking!”

”Get out of my room.”

He would probably try to find any possible weaknesses or kill spots on your spaceship.

He would ask you to teach him to fly it, and of course you do.

He would be interested in teaching you hand to hand combat with multiple arms, but again might not be the best at doing that since he only has two.

He would teach you how to hack a basic computer, standard knowledge amongst the team

Aqua lad:

Aqua lad welcomed you with loving arms onto the team, being the leader.

He starts training you how to use your Water powers in battle, and is constantly looking for new tactics and weapons to teach you to form with water.

He would take you to Atlantis and show you around, being the one of the only other member of the team who can breath underwater is lonely so he’s glad he can take you back and show you his home, he’s really proud to be an Atlantian

He would be very interested in learning your native language and the power of your people

He would totally introduce you to Aquaman

He would tell you about his struggles with dealing with his emotions and feelings about Tula. He feels like you two are connected through your abilities and is willing to let down his wall and not be a tough leader around you.

you two become pretty close friends quickly after joining. He’s very glad of the new addition on the team.

Miss Martian:

M’gann is so freaking happy to meet another alien

She s felt so isolated with her ability set and her not being from earth made her feel like she didn’t truly belong

But since you came along that is out the window!

She starts sharing about her home life on Mars and opens up about what her true form looks like before she told the others.

M’gann would form two extra arms to teach you how to properly fight against your enemy

She would be very interested in learning your planet’s costumes and culture and she would share hers as well.

She would teach you all about human culture as well and would help you pick a secret identity

She would definitely make you cook with her.

She’d show you food from mars and how to cook it along with human food. She would love to see and try some of your planets food too.

M’gann would teach you to fly the Bioship and would love to show off her organic clothes

When you show her your spaceship she would freak.

She would love to learn how to fly it and would love to visit your home world with you.

She’d open up about feeling like an outsider in the team and how you being there just makes her feel more at home and at ease.

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sorry if this is really short!

request are open!

[dovesintherain]

butterfly kisses

word count: 2.6k

warnings: fluff, kissing, butterflies?

an: hi :) so i accidentally deleted my other account so im reposting everything on this new one, bare with me please ! im very sorry for the confusion and inconvenience !

your quiet morning turns into tender moments.

Everything was warm. That was the only way to describe what you believed to be the most perfect morning you were graciously given. 

As you roused from sleep the first thing you noticed was how quiet it was. The rain that was relentlessly tapping at your window through the night had finally stopped, and in its place was the low glow of the sun as it began its journey into the sky. The sunrise had barely started and you considered going back to sleep, but the past couple days left you with little to no time for yourself so you chose to take this gift of freedom in stride. After peeling yourself out of bed, you took a quick shower and began to get ready for the day. Before leaving the confines of your room you grabbed one of your spare blankets in your closet and headed downstairs. It hadn’t been so nice outside for so long you thought it was a shame to waste it, opting to spend your morning laying by the lake that neighboured the compound. 

As you rounded the corner of the lower level you spotted someone in the kitchen. The flash of red hair told you everything. Natasha had always been an early riser. She had also always been one to stay up late so you often found yourself worrying if she even slept. You knew she heard you before you had even entered the space, unsurprisingly. It crossed your mind that her sensitivity to her surroundings might be the reason for her lack of sleep. That quickly vanished as you took in her appearance as you approached her. Her hair in an intricate braid going down her back, messy from sleep. Face bare of any makeup and a small smile gracing her features. She stood leaning against the counter in what you believed to be her sleep clothes, soft gray shorts and a black tank-top. You thought that she had never looked more beautiful. 

“Morning.” Her voice laced with sleep echoed softly through the kitchen. 

You returned her sentiment as you approached her and stopped standing on the other side of the large island in the center of the room. 

“Going somewhere?” She spoke as she gestured to the folded blanket resting in your arms.

“I was going to go lay by the lake for a bit, enjoy the weather while it lasts.” You paused for a moment and spoke your next words carefully. “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” You focused on reducing the shakiness in your voice while trying not to sound too hopeful in your invitation. 

“Sure.” She said with such ease that you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thirsty?” She asked as she pushed herself from the counter and made her way to the fridge. 

As she opened the door she turned her head to you ready to receive an answer. You nodded and her smile grew as she turned back towards the open door, eyes scanning for a beverage that she deemed suitable for your morning picnic. You assumed she had found something as she reached in and pulled out a small pitcher of lemonade. She turned towards you as her smile slowly turned into a smirk. 

“Isn’t that Wandas?” You asked with your voice tinged with amusement.

Natasha gave you a look that said “she wouldn’t miss it” and you both stifled your laughs as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before following you to the back door.

The spot you had in mind wasn’t too far from the compound. It was close to the water's edge under a large willow tree. You had found the spot a couple weeks back when you had an afternoon to yourself and made a mental note to return. Despite the close proximity and easy route, you had almost gotten lost due to how distracted you had become. The soft thud of steps on grass accompanied the light whistle of the morning breeze that glided through the trees. The sun had risen higher and allowed rays to shine through the gaps in the foliage above you, turning green leaves into gold and leaving a warm haze. A warmth that was most certainly reflected on your face as you glanced at the woman next to you.

You watched at how the impossible turned possible. Natasha had become even more beautiful. As you walked through the spots of sun she was illuminated in a way that could only be described as ethereal. You had to catch yourself from stumbling despite the relatively even terrain. Her eyes flickered to yours, amusement present in the way she looked at you. You had been caught staring. You quickly averted your gaze and became much more fascinated with your feet as they pushed shallow dents into the lush grass. Opting to avoid further embarrassment you chose to keep your eyes ahead for the remainder of the walk. You tried to conceal your nerves when the hand that held the two glasses began to brush lightly against yours. You felt your face grow warmer. 

You joined the team almost a year ago now and you’re proud to say that you had a place among the family you found yourself in. You developed bonds and friendships that you grew to cherish and often reminded yourself of how lucky you were to have them. The team caught on quickly to the fact that you and Natasha had grown quite close, as it was unusual for the spy to allow anyone past arm's length. Clint found you in your room one evening and explained how rare and difficult it was for her. That made it all the more special to you. Your affection towards Natasha slowly revealed itself as a double edged sword. She had entrusted you with a friendship that you held so carefully in your heart, but your feelings grew into something you hadn’t expected. Fearful of shattering the relationship seemingly made of the finest glass due to your heart holding too tightly with only the intention of tenderness. You swallowed your true feelings out of fear that they were not reciprocated, deciding however close she allowed you to be would be a courtesy nonetheless.

You finally arrived at your spot. You slowed to a stop and took in the view in front of you. The sun had risen even further into the sky, allowing its glow to dance across the water as the waves rippled with the wind.

“Beautiful.” Natasha whispered under her breath. A statement that was probably meant to be private but the wind decided otherwise as it carried it to your ears. 

You turned your head to look at her and shared a small smile before laying out the blanket. After kicking off your shoes you both settled yourselves comfortably looking out over the water. After a moment’s peace you felt Natasha lightly nudge your foot with hers, following her eyes you landed on the stolen lemonade. You simply nodded your head and she began to pour you both a glass. You sat quietly. Observing the shining water, grass tickling your feet, morning breeze passing over your faces and the taste of lemons on your tongues.

More time had passed and you found yourself lying on your stomach, propped up on your forearms with Natasha laying on her side facing you, her head held by her hand. You felt her watching you, daring you to catch her gaze. Replaying what occurred on your walk here, you kept yourself busy with the grass you were combing through your fingers.

A flash in your peripheral caught your attention and you looked up to find a butterfly had landed on the rim of your empty glass. Its body and wings were black making it seem more like a silhouette against the brightness of the sunrise. You watched as it began to drink the residual liquid that stuck to the inside of the glass. You looked over at Natasha who was utterly captivated by the small creature. You watched as her eyes filled with wonder and the way she held her breath as not to disturb you little visitor.

You slowly brought your finger to the rim of the glass and watched as the butterfly climbed into you resting comfortably. Natasha looked at you as if you just discovered a new planet. Disbelief and curiosity written on her face over the fact that you were able to hold such a delicate being in your hands. Immediately you wanted to share this moment with her. Your eyes fitted between hers, a smile on your face as you reached with your other hand to gently guide hers up to yours. When she realized what you were doing her expression suddenly changed to apprehension. It took you a moment to realize that the fear wasn’t of the creature, she was afraid she would scare it away. You came to a conclusion that gentleness had always been rare for Natasha.

“It’s okay.” You said softly as to not ruin the intimate atmosphere you found yourselves in as you allowed the butterfly to pass from your finger to hers.

The way Natasha looked at the creature in her hand made your heart clench in your chest. As the butterfly opened its wings in a stretch you heard the smallest of gasps leave the woman next to you. The wings revealed a bright red pattern framed in black markings. Suddenly she looked like a much younger version of herself. She looked like she came from a time before she knew how difficult of a life she would have ahead of her. You wished you knew her then.

“Pretty isn’t she?” You said as your eyes caught hers. “She reminds me of you.” As you gazed back down at its bright wings, her eyes doing the same.

“Because she’s a redhead?” She looked at you with a playful smirk on her face which brought a smile to your own.

You swallow your fear and let the adoration for her wash over you and choose your next words, “because she’s graceful, gentle and beautiful.”

Natasha looked at you in a way she never had before. The tenderness in her gaze almost capsized you entirely. 

“She’s also a little shy…” You added as an afterthought to lighten the heaviness of previously said words. You caught her trying to suppress a small laugh and you thought about how badly you wished to hear it.

Your attention was taken as you watched your small visitor take its leave and fluttered across the lake, disappearing in the scenery. The atmosphere felt lighter then. You were reminded of a memory you had of your childhood that brewed a warmth in your belly and grew a smile on your face. You turned to Natasha who was still watching the water wearing a smile of her own.

“Have you ever had a butterfly kiss?” The words fell out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. Her brows furrowed slightly and she shook her head, the smile still present. You tried to disguise the inner battle you were having with yourself while still holding her gaze. You chose to be brave. 

You adjusted yourself slightly on your arms to face her properly before leaning towards her. You kept your gaze locked on hers looking for any signs of discomfort, finding none you continued closer. You got so close that you felt her breath fan over your face and her nose brushing lightly against yours. Your hands held the grass in tight fists in an attempt to ground yourself. Her eyes fluttered closed and you leaned down a fraction so you were eye level with her flushed cheeks. You let your eyelashes brush against her skin as you blinked three times in an attempt to convey the three words you wish you had the courage to say to her. 

You pulled away sporting a wide grin and a flush face, Natasha mirrored you in that moment. You both broke out into a series of light laughs that slowly turned into giggles. She made you feel like a much younger version of yourself. 

You watched as she turned to lay on her back, gaze fitted up at the large tree looming over the two of you. You followed her, your hair laying haphazardly across the blanket beneath you. You watched as the wind carried the leaves of the willow back and forth in a dance and you felt lucky to be able to be their audience. You held your breath as you felt Natasha slowly reach for your hand, intertwining your fingers in a loose hold. You could feel the nervousness in her fingertips and you held her hand a little tighter. As she began to caress the back of your hand with her thumb, you knew you did the right thing. 

You heard the movement of the blanket shifting against the grass and turned your head to find Natasha looking at you again. For the first time you saw fear flash through her expression. You squeezed her hand in reassurance and she smiled in an attempt to cure your concerns, you knew her well enough to know her nerves hadn’t settled. The wind picked up speed and a few strands of hair flew over your face, some getting caught in your eyelashes, distorting your view of her. Before you had the chance to brush them away, you watched in bated breath as her hand came into view and the light touch of her fingertips danced along your temple, effectively moving the hair from your eyes. 

As she pulled her hand away you took a moment to look at her, it was rare that she was this close to you. The wind had blown through the strands of hair that came out of her braid which settled to frame her face. Her eyes caught the few rays of light shining through the tree above you and glowed with warmth, the nervousness still swimming in them. Her freckles that ran across her nose and flushed cheeks were prominent due to the absence of makeup and you internally wished she didn’t cover them. Her lips were a shade of pink, close to the shade of her cheeks and you imagined how soft they must be. 

You quickly realized you were staring again and your eyes flew back up to hers. Her expression was unreadable as she searched your eyes for something. Suddenly the nervousness in her eyes was accompanied with determination.

It was her turn to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered so softly you thought it was wind playing tricks on you. Your body worked faster than your brain as you began to lean towards her and she met you halfway.

She tasted like lemonade and warm things you couldn’t name. You brought your hand up to cup her jaw, her skin soft and heated from the flush that had taken over her complexion. Her hand had settled on your waist attempting to pull you closer. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The kiss was soft but sure. You could feel how much she wanted you too. Joy and relief filled every corner of your body and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, you could feel Natasha start to smile too. Eventually your grins were too wide to continue so you reluctantly pulled away. Breathless, you looked at each other and all you could think about was how much you loved her.

“We should do this again sometime.” She murmured as her lips brushed against yours as she spoke.

“I’d like that.” You replied as you watched her fear wash away like the currents of the lake.

Everything was warm because all you could feel was her.