#it’s stuff like not holding long conversations when I’m in the middle of writing because it messes up my flow

[feralsneeze]

Not sneeze just mental health rambling in the tags

[atlabeth]

heat lightning

pt 1 / pt 3

pairing: spencer reid x fem gideon!reader

summary: you end up at the heart of the bau's latest case.

a/n: took way too long but here's more gideon reader! just as irritable as ever with some actual human emotions this time around. send help and prayers bc she's gonna need it. and before you ask there will in fact be some more parts to close up this case, i just have to write them first and it may take approximately 10 years. thank you for your consideration

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): reader still has daddy issues, still hates spence, and still argues w gideon the whole time. more angst! typical cm case stuff (a stalker that has taken vulnerable pics of reader) read w/ discretion if you are sensitive to those things. more drama and more tension and more not being a good time for anyone but me

“On your right, pretty boy.” 

Spencer stops as Morgan rushes past him back to his desk, eyes trained on the hallway. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he complains. “I nearly spilled my coffee.”

“Gideon’s daughter is here again,” he says. “Did you not feel the temperature drop five degrees?”

Spencer frowns. He opens his mouth to say something when he hears the telltale signs of your arrival: arguing. 

“—so typical of you! I have to drop everything the moment you need me, but it’s like pulling teeth to get you to listen to me.”

Gideon turns the corner with you in tow. He has a duffle bag in one hand and a file in his other, his brow furrowed in frustration. 

“That’s because this is important,” he says. 

“Oh, and everything else I try to get you to be around for isn’t?” 

“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Gideon says, keeping his voice level. 

“This is ridiculous,” you spit. 

“It’s necessary,” he corrects. “I’m not going to play games with your safety.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you mock. “Because you’ve always cared about that.” 

He just shakes his head. “I’m not debating this with you.”

“Why? Because you’ll realize that it’s ridiculous?”

You follow Gideon into his office and Spencer watches him close the blinds. The door slams shut, and though he can still hear the muffled argument he can’t make anything out.

“Oh, great,” Morgan says. “Now we can’t even get Reid to read their lips.”

“I don’t think we need it to know what they’re talking about,” Elle says. “They’ve been arguing since she was brought in.”

“Of course they have,” JJ says. “Gideon sent Hotch to pick her up instead of doing it himself. She sees it as another slight.”

“She sees everything as a slight,” Spencer says. “She hates him.” 

“I don’t blame her,” Morgan mutters. “Not when we only found out about her last month.” 

“Surely this isn’t helping with anything,” JJ says wryly. 

Elle shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Sometimes pointless arguing makes you feel better, even when you’re in the wrong.” 

“That’s enough, agents.” Spencer’s attention—along with everyone else’s—snaps to the top of the bullpen to see Hotch holding a file with the same expression as always. “I need you all in the conference room.” 

“Does it have anything to do with that?” Morgan asks, tilting his head towards Gideon’s office. 

“You’ll find out,” he says. Hotch starts walking to the conference room, the conversation clearly over. 

JJ sighs as she stands up and grabs the files on her desk. “I’ll get Penelope. The rest of you try not to gossip too much.” 

She goes off, and the others disperse back to their desk to finish up some last-minute things before the case takes them away. Spencer can’t tear his eyes away from Gideon’s office, even though he’s not getting anything. 

All he can think about is the last time you were here, when he got caught in the middle of your argument with Gideon—your dad, which was still a little weird—and he can’t help but feel guilty. 

Gideon is a father figure to him, sure, but it isn’t that difficult to end up with that dynamic when Spencer’s the youngest on the team. And he can go into everything about his father leaving and the psychology of that, but it doesn’t matter. Gideon treated him like a son when he had a daughter all along that he’d been neglecting. 

For all Spencer knows, it is his fault. 

“Reid,” Elle says, snapping him out of his thoughts, “you coming?”

“Yeah,” he says, nodding far too many times as he catches up to her in a few quick strides. “Sorry.”

“No need,” she remarks. “Gideon’s kid was all anyone could talk about when she first showed up here. This is only gonna make things worse.”

“He can’t really be that bad of a dad,” Spencer says, “right?”

“All I know is that having a parent in the force rarely ends well,” Elle murmurs. She opens the door to the conference room and looks at him. “We can’t be too hard on her when we probably see Gideon more than she does.”

Spencer recalls his meeting with you, how he barely got a word in edgewise while you spent the whole time arguing with someone half the office viewed as immovable. 

“Yeah,” he says distantly. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

-

“Why? Because you’ll realize that it’s ridiculous?” 

Your dad shuts the blinds on all the windows in his office, then closes the door behind you. He sets your duffle down on the floor then looks at you, that infuriatingly even expression still unchanged.

“It’s not ridiculous,” he says. “Sit down and lower your voice, please. We have some things to talk about.” 

“I gathered that when you sent your guy to pick me up,” you say, crossing your arms as he walks over to his desk. “Couldn’t even do it yourself?” 

“Aaron Hotchner is the chief of this unit and one of the most accomplished agents here,” he says. “He lives closer to you than I do, and I asked him to pick you up on his way in because I knew you would be safe with him. Sit down, please.” 

“There it is again. My safety.” You remain standing. “Tell me what this is about. I’m missing work right now— I know you can understand that, at least.” 

He lets out a sigh as he says your name and looks at you. “Can we get through this without any arguments for once?” 

“That depends. Are you going to treat me like your daughter or an inconvenience?” 

“You’re my daughter, I love you, and your life is in danger,” he says evenly. 

You open your mouth to retort, but your dad opens the file in his hands and sets it down on the other side of the desk. You can see from your position that they’re photos, but your curiosity ultimately wins out. You walk over to get a closer look, and any words die in your throat as you pick up the first photo. 

A photo of you. 

You pick up the next one, only to see it’s another picture of you. At least ten photos are tucked away in the file, and they’re all of you. Taken outside your work, at your apartment, on your morning run— god, there’s even one taken through the window of your bedroom, half-naked in a towel after a shower. 

You fall silently into the chair, your heart hammering inside your chest as your eyes dart between all of the photos. You want to crawl out of your skin. 

“What the fuck is this?” you breathe. 

“The heart of our newest case,” your dad says. “It appears that you have a stalker.” 

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes still glued to your oblivious self, “I would fucking think so.”

“These photos were dropped off at my door this morning,” he says, and he flips to the next section of the file, “with that note.”

The erratic handwriting instantly stands out to you as you pick the photocopy up, the lump in your throat growing with every word you read. 

such a pretty little thing. I wonder if she knows it.

you don’t care about her, but I do. she’s just like all the rest of us, everyone that you’ve ruined.

think about your priorities, agent gideon. I’ll be watching.  

“What the fuck is this?” you repeat. Blood pounds in your skull as a distant chill creeps down your spine. “I— I’m one of your cases now?” 

“We’re not sure yet,” he admits. “These only appeared yesterday, but from the looks of it, the unsub has been watching you for a while. Can you pinpoint when any of these photos were taken? 

You stare at him. “Some psycho has been stalking me for a while?” 

Your dad says your name again, slightly strained. “Please. I know this is difficult to think about, but figuring out a time frame would help us.” 

“Difficult,” you scoff. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.” 

But it doesn’t have the bite your words usually hold. For once, you don’t think you’re mad at your dad. You think you’re terrified. 

“...Yeah,” you finally murmur, and you pick up one of the photos. “I thrifted a mirror a month ago, and this one doesn’t have it.”

Your dad nods, and he picks up two others. “Neither do these.” 

“So this has been going on for at least a month,” you say bitterly. “Great.”

Your dad says your name, quieter this time, and when you finally look at him his eyes have softened. 

“We’re going to figure this out,” he says. “This is a threat against an FBI agent’s family, and it will be treated accordingly. Forensics is doing tests on all the original copies to try and find a lead. The whole BAU will be on your case—I will be on it, and we won’t rest until we find whoever’s doing this.” 

“Yeah,” you say numbly. “You sure that’ll help? Because it looks like all this is happening because I’m your daughter.” 

“I know this is scary,” he says. “This… this is nothing like you’ve ever dealt with before. You shouldn’t have to deal with it. But you have to trust my team. We know what we’re doing.” 

“Of course you know what you’re doing,” you say. “You’re always here.” 

Your words have no bite behind them, more of an instinct as you grab your purse from the ground. You can feel the pinpricks of incoming tears, and you refuse to cry in front of your dad. 

“I— I need a minute,” you say. “This is all just—” 

“I understand,” he says. “Just don’t go far. Stay on this floor.”

You nod and start towards the door, but you pause right before you reach it. Your mouth opens as you try to think of something to say, but it falls shut just as quickly. You shake your head as you reach for the door handle, but before you get the chance, it swings open and you’re met with a familiar face. 

Spencer Reid, the kid your dad likes more than you. He’s nothing less than surprised to see you, from his stumbled step back, the slightly wide eyes, his hand poised to knock on the door. 

A mumbled apology falls from your lips as you move around him, and you can still feel his eyes on you as you speed off. You wonder what ideas he and the rest of the BAU have drawn up about you since your last visit to the office. 

You don’t really care. 

True to your word, you don’t go far—just to the bathroom. Thankfully it’s close, because the moment you make it to one of the stalls, knees stinging as you fall to the tiled floor, you vomit. 

By the time you’ve expelled the contents of your stomach, it feels just as empty as the rest of you. You stare at the wall, breathing slightly harried and skin warm to the touch, and you resist the urge to punch it. 

You have a stalker. Someone has been watching you for a month—at least a month, maybe longer—and you had no fucking clue, and now your only decent hope lies with your dad and his team. 

Normally, you wrote off anything depending on your dad as fruitless, but this involved the thing he loved more than anything in the world: his job. 

You huff a wry laugh at the thought. This wouldn’t get solved because it concerned you, it would get solved because it concerned his job. 

You stand up and walk over to the sink. You rinse your mouth, then just stare at yourself in the mirror. 

It— it feels strange. Looking at yourself like this, knowing someone has been—still is—watching you. 

You recall their words. 

Pretty little thing. 

You don’t care about her, but I do. 

A chill crawls up your spine. You can’t shake the dread settling all over you. 

What the fuck are you going to do?

You have to trust your dad, but you’ve never trusted your dad. God, he’s not even really your dad. He’s Senior Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon, nothing more—the estranged kid is an unfortunate side effect of the estranged wife.

You let out another breathy laugh. Would he even care if this psycho actually ends up killing you? 

You stand there for another couple minutes, time idling in the background as you continue to stare at the mirror. 

You haven’t cried, at least. That’s certainly something.

The door opens ever so slightly and someone says your name. Your eyes flick to the mirror almost immediately as your body tenses, and you recognize her as one of the BAU’s agents. She’s pretty and blonde with sympathetic eyes, and you know they’ve been briefed on your situation. 

If you have to deal with an office of pitying looks, you think you might lose your mind. 

“Are you alright?” she asks softly. 

“Just peachy,” you mumble. “My dad ask you to check up on me?” 

She nods. “You can imagine why Gideon is a bit high strung at the moment.” 

“I’m fine,” you repeat. “I just… needed a second.” 

“I understand,” she murmurs. “Do you still need some time?” 

“What do you need?” 

“Gideon wants to talk to you. It’s best if he explains it.” 

You huff a laugh and shake your head. “Fine. Lead the way, Agent…” 

“Jareau,” she supplies. “But call me JJ, please.” 

In lieu of a response, you walk over to her. She offers a thin smile and holds the door for you, then falls into step with you. A moment of silence passes before she speaks up. 

“We’re going to figure this out,” JJ says. “Your dad is one of the best to walk through these doors. If anyone can solve this, he can.” 

“So I keep hearing,” you murmur. 

-

Spencer watches you hurry off with wide eyes, and it takes a few seconds for him to snap out of it. He’s less surprised by your pace, and more surprised that you actually apologized for bumping into him. 

“Reid,” Gideon speaks up, and his attention snaps back over to his superior. “What do you need?” 

“Is she okay?” he asks instead. He can’t help it—after what Hotch just told all of them, he’s worried about you. 

Gideon gathers the photos back into the file then stands up. “Our job is to make sure she will be.”

“Hotch briefed us,” he says, and his eyes darted back to the doorway almost on instinct. “This— this is crazy. We just found out about her last month, and some guy’s been after her for longer?” 

“What this is is one of my enemies targeting my daughter because they’re too much of a coward to go after me,” Gideon says evenly. “We just have to figure out which one before they escalate.”

“How do you know?” he asks. 

“What you said is true,” he admits. “Hardly anyone knows I have a daughter. Even fewer would know where she lives. Someone who wants to hurt me would have incentive to discover both.” 

“So we look into unsubs you’ve put away that have been released,” Spencer says. “Or ones that are still in, but have family that might be bitter.”

“Exactly,” Gideon nods. “But I have to ask something of you, Reid.”

He frowns. “Anything.”

“We’re working on getting a safe house for my daughter,” Gideon says. “I need you to stay there with her.” 

Somehow, his frown deepens. “What?”

“I need to know she’s with someone I can trust,” he says. “There’s someone after her, and we don’t know who—that means we need to keep this circle tight.”

“So you want me to be her bodyguard?” Spencer marvels. “Do you remember that you had to waive all my physical tests?”

“Less of a bodyguard,” he says. “More just… keeping her company. Making sure she’s alright—mentally as much as physically.”

“Why am I the one that has to keep an eye on her?” Spencer asks. “She hates me!” 

“Don’t take it personally,” Gideon says. “She hates a lot of things.” 

“But it is personal,” Spencer insists. “She hates me because she thinks you like me more than her.” 

Gideon doesn’t seem phased at the comment. “She’s opinionated, but she’s harmless. And right now, I need to know that she’s with someone I can trust.”

“I— I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Reid.” Gideon leans forward, and there’s an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his eyes. "If I'm going to be on this case, I need to know that she's safe. I won't be able to focus otherwise."

Spencer wasn’t going to lie—he genuinely thought it was a bad idea. But… Gideon said he trusted him. And this was his daughter—they might’ve argued, but they still cared about each other. if he could keep Lila Archer safe, he could keep you safe. 

“…Okay,” he finally concedes. “Okay.”

Gideon nods, and he watches the change in his eyes, the slightest bit of tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Just… make sure there are two bedrooms,” Spencer says. “I don’t need her to kill me one day in.”

At that, he cracks a rare smile. Spencer is thankful for it, that he can bring even the smallest amount of levity to Gideon’s life right now. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

-

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Your dad says your name, but you hardly let him finish. 

“No! First I find out I have a stalker, then my whole life’s going to be uprooted until you find them, and now I have to be stuck with boy genius?”

“You know, we’re about the same age—”

“Do you ever stop talking?” you cry, whirling on Spencer.

“I actually don’t talk that much when I’m around you,” Spencer says, his brows creasing. “This is the third time I’ve met you, and I’ve only said nine sentences across those meetings. Thirteen, if you count all of these too.”

You let out a strained laugh as you shake your head, trying to blink back tears. “This is fucking unbelievable. I know he’s practically your son, but this is just—”

“A safety precaution,” your dad interrupts. “Doctor Spencer Reid is another one of the BAU’s finest agents, and he is fully qualified to keep you safe.”

“He looks like a strong breeze could snap him in half.”

“This is not a joke,” your dad says sternly. “None of this is a joke. Your life is in danger—you have a stalker that has been watching your every move for at least a month, and we have no idea what their next move will be. Doctor Reid is more experienced than you in every facet of this, and I am entrusting him to your care. I respect him immensely, and you will do so as well.”

You don’t even look at Spencer, quiet rage simmering beneath the surface as you stare at your father.

“You really don’t get it,” you murmur. “Do you?”

“The only thing to get is that your life is in increasing danger with every moment you spend pushing against me,” your dad says, and he stands up. “Get your purse. Reid, get her duffle. We’re leaving.”

He leaves before you get the chance to do anything—you assume he’s finally tired of you. 

You just shake your head and pick up your purse, and Spencer clears his throat as he reaches for your duffle bag. You wonder if it even has anything useful—Aaron Hotchner was the one who packed it. 

“…So,” Spencer says. “I guess we’re gonna be roommates for a while.”

You huff in fully unveiled annoyance, and you push past him on your way out. 

“Great,” he mutters to himself as he follows you. “So this is what Gideon’s trust earns me.” 

It doesn’t take him too long to catch up to you, despite the unnecessary quick pace you’re taking. You bypass the elevator and head towards the stairwell, and Spencer catches the door before it’s able to slam on him. 

He says your name, but you just shake your head. 

“If we’re gonna be stuck together until this is over, I’d prefer silence.” 

“I don’t really do silence,” Spencer says. 

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of books for you to read in whatever jail cell they throw me in.” 

“It’s actually going to be a pretty nice safe house,” he starts, throwing his hand up against the wall to catch himself from running into it as he turns, because god you are moving fast, “Gideon picked it out himself.” 

“Oh, then it’ll definitely be a jail cell,” you mock. “It’s not like he knows anything about me, so he’ll probably think that it’s perfect.” 

Spencer frowns. “Cut him some slack. This is all just as hard on him as it is on you.” 

You come to a sudden stop, whirling around to face him, and Spencer has to reel to the side to prevent himself from running into you. Had he not already been pressed up against the wall, he would have moved back further, what with the fire blazing in your eyes. 

“I’m not going to cut him any slack,” you spit. “This is the most time I’ve gotten to spend with my dad in months, and it’s only because some creep is stalking me to get back at him. The only reason I’m in this at all is because of his job that he cares about more than me, and now he’s sticking me with the guy that he wishes was his kid. So no, Doctor Reid—I’m not going to cut him any slack.” 

You’re already off on your way again before Spencer even has time to blink, and you’ve made it down the whole last flight by the time he pushes himself back up. 

He takes the steps three at a time to catch up to you, and he once again barely manages to catch the door before it slams on him. He calls your name, finally managing to fall into step with you right before you reach Gideon. He, like a normal person, deigned to take the elevator. 

“You haven’t started arguing already,” he says, passing a glance at Spencer, “have you?” 

“What do you think?” you ask, your arms crossed. 

“I think you’re giving him a hard time that you usually reserve for me,” he says. “Cut him some slack.” 

Your jaw clenches. “I’ve been getting a lot of that lately. Save the profiling for my stalker, will you?”  

“There’s plenty of profiling to go around,” Gideon says. “You two wait here—I need to confirm the safe house location before we head out.” 

“Can we stop by my place before we go?” Spencer asks. “I need to pick up some things.” 

“You have a go bag, don’t you?” 

“Yeah, but I— I wasn’t exactly prepared for this sort of thing when I came in today.” 

“You’ll be fine,” Gideon says. He walks off before Spencer can protest, and he sighs. 

You lean against the wall, your arms crossed with your purse hanging off your shoulder, and for once you don’t pass judgment on his—admittedly small—plight. 

“I changed my mind,” Spencer speaks up, deciding to try and break the remarkably high amount of tension that had built up in such a short time, and your eyebrows rise as you glance at him. 

“About what?” 

“I— I think I can do silence,” he says. “Temporarily.” 

You huff a laugh. “Really?” 

“I don’t really want to annoy you while we’re stuck together in an undisclosed location,” he says. “I don’t know what you’re capable of.” 

And for the first time since Spencer has met you, you actually smile. It’s the smallest thing, just a slight tilt of your lips that’s more akin to Hotch’s moments of levity than anything, but it’s a smile. 

“...Good choice,” you say. It feels like a joke, but Spencer isn’t sure. 

He smiles anyway. You meet his eyes, and for a moment, you’re just another girl. Someone that Spencer could imagine himself stealing glances at in a lecture hall, a regular at his favorite coffee shop that he falls for over the course of an especially cold winter, someone he meets on a night out with the team that he ends up talking to all night. 

You really do have pretty eyes. 

And then your gaze hardens, darts away from him, and Spencer sees Gideon coming back in his peripherals. The moment fractures. 

You’re not just a girl. You’re Gideon’s daughter, you’re in a remarkable amount of danger, and lest he forget, you do in fact hate him. 

Spencer lets out another short sigh. 

At least this safe house won’t have a pool.

[h2llish]

i've been following your blog for a while and absolutely adore your writing!

if its okay i'd love to see something with either leona or jamil (up to you!) and a reader who falls asleep on their shoulder during some sort of nrc road trip.. i'm not sure if nrc would have buses per say considering all the magic and stuff but the concept of an nrc school trip seems super interesting to me so if you're up for the request by all means just have fun with it!! i do notice that your requests are semi open so feel free to decline ofc !

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⁀➷ ˖ ROAD TRIP DROWSINESS

notes ─── hi anon! i’m so happy you like my writing! i don't think they'd have buses at nrc because of the mirror, but crowley would probably spring a sudden road trip on them which would just confuse the students, because why? (i also imagine their bus would probably be a bit fancier? idk how to explain it but nothing like the busses i'm used to.)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ─── a wave of drowsiness leads you to find comfort on his shoulder ♡ fluff, gender neutral, can be read platonic or romantic, not proofread

transportation for students at nrc was not hard, all they had to do was enter the dark mirror and then they found themselves safely at their destination. so if it was that easy, why in the world was the headmage so adamant that they boarded this bus like they were kids back in middle school? ─ a road trip was his very (might many students say stupid) answer.

the only person who seemed to not have a problem with this sudden turn of events, was the magicless prefect from ramshackle. you didn't give any complaints or groan about using the easy way to get to the destination. you just nodded when the headmage announced the decision.

students were chosen at random, names drawn from a hat (a method the headmage seemed to rely on often).  and as the prefect, and the designated scapegoat for everything crowley did, you were of course among that group, with your dire beast other half. 

“i don't get it,” grim frowned, sitting on your shoulder as you approached the bus, where many familiar faces waited to board. “why can't we just use the mirror?”

ace was walking alongside you, being one of the people drawn to join the group. he had decided to met you at ramshackle, knowing you would inevitably have to board the bus as well. “i think the headmage called it some sort of bonding experience. don't know how a hours-long road will be a bonding experience.”

grim grumbled, turning his head to look at your face. you have yet to say anything to add to the conversation. “whaddya’ think, [name]?”

“what?” you blinked, sending a glance to the dire beast before looking ahead of you once more. “what do i think about what?”

“were you even listening to anything we just said?” ace sighed. 

you hummed, “i’ve learned to tune you guys out the moment you start speaking.” ─ and then you were wincing as the two of them shouted, leaning your head away from the monster as he and ace expressed how offended they were.

you sighed, this was going to be a long ride.

and right you were. 

things were okay (as okay as a group of irritable teenage boys with magic on a bus could be) during the first hour. but as the first hour turned to half, and you found yourself growing drowsy, you attempted to doze off, at least for a good twenty minutes. you were unsuccessful, as the moment you closed your eyes, you were quickly opening them to glance at a yelling grim.

epel and sebek, also being among the names drawn, were sitting next to you. epel and grim looked ready to pounce on an unnamed student who seemed to have picked a fight with them. ace didn't do much to stop the argument, in fact, he was actively encouraging it. and sebek, while he made an attempt to hold back a seething grim, was not of much help either. 

you sighed, but made no move to stop it ─ you expected something to happen eventually, and you weren't all that up to being the “reasonable” one of the group. you aren't sure what the argument was about, but neither did you care. if grim got in trouble for attacking a student, it would come back to bite you, but that was something for future you to worry about.

you glanced around the bus, before your attention landed on the savanaclaw housewarden sitting alone. ─ your friends continued to argue with the random guy, and you were sure they had no intention of ending the argument anytime soon. and you would rather sleep off some time on the road rather than listen to your friends go back and forth with someone you didn't even know the name of. you stood from your seat, uncaring of whether or not it was okay to do so as you approached the empty seat. 

leona had his head down, probably napping, the same thing you wanted to do. when you sat down beside him his ears twitched and he lifted his head to look at you, probably intending to scowl and scare off whoever had been stupid enough to sit beside him, until he realized it was you.

“what are you doing?” he frowned at you, but you went unfazed.

“sitting next to you, obviously.”

leona rolled his eyes, “why?”

instead of giving a verbal answer, you pointed at your friends, where sebek now had a grip on the scruff of grim’s neck, keeping him from jumping at the student. ace was laughing, offering no help to the half-fae. epel was no better than grim, with sebek’s arm held out in front of him, keeping him from doing anything.

"so you came to bother me instead?" he asked, and you looked at him straight-faced.

"yup."

leona sighed, but he didn't tell you to scram (not like you would if he did). he didn't say anything else, only close his eyes again and turning away, likely to try and nap. you weren't offended by his lack of reply, leaning your head back against the seat and trailing your eyes over the bus and your peers.

the longer you sat in somewhat silence ─ save for the incoherent yelling from your friends, you had for the most part zoned out, and the chatter of those on board ─ you found yourself falling to the drowsiness that have been interrupted before. you closed your eyes and let the movement of the bus guide you to sleep.

leona was awake, annoyed by the bus and those on the bus. his ears twitched when he heard your breathing slow beside him and he lifted his head, just as your head lolled to the side and you leaned against his shoulder.

he sighed, but made no move to push you off, glancing around you at the rest of the students of nrc, who were all either sleeping themselves, or chatting with friends. he leaned his head back, eyeing you as you shifted for a moment before relaxing again.

"where'd [name] go?" leona could hear your friends ask, no longer distracted by the argument that they were having with the random student.

he looked back at them, just in time to catch ace's eye, who was the first to see you sleeping against leona. he looked ready to say something, but leona narrowed his eyes on the first year. ace immediately shut his mouth, grinning awkwardly as he turned back to his friends.

leona huffed, looking back down at you to make sure you didn't stir. he adjusted in more comfortable position, an arm resting behind you on the seat, allowing you to lean closer, and hopefully, be more comfortable than leaning against his shoulder the way you had. and then he closed his eyes and joined you in a nap for the rest of the ride. (at least until they stopped for a break.)

this wasn't proofread so there will be probably be mistakes, i'll try to come back to edit later!

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

[adieutristana]

asexual reader headcanons; arcane women x fem!reader

this one is completely self-indulgent because i want to validate myself. if there happens to be a demand for this, enjoy

disclaimer that i’m aware asexuality is a spectrum. i lean way toward the sex-repulsed side of things, so that’s how i will write reader.

summary; arcane women dating asexual!reader

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest

tags/warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is asexual (duh), not rly nsfw but sex is talked about? if that makes sense, maybe (probably) ooc, VERY brief mentions of sa, kinda short, again this is self-indulgent

men dni.

jinx;

✧.* not even really a conversation that’s had. you tell her that you’re asexual, she looks at you for a moment, shrugs, and goes back to whatever she’s doing.

✧.* honestly does not care.

✧.* this scared you at first- her lack of response made you think she might be upset, or as if she wanted to pretend she didn’t hear you. when you brought it up with her, jinx seemed to be a bit confused as to why it was such a big deal to you.

✧.* “so what? i can still bring you around zaun, and hold you, and kiss you in the hideout. that stuff doesn’t matter.”

✧.* you’ll have to discuss boundaries with her of course. i personally believe she has a lot of stamina, but not the highest drive, so it doesn’t really matter to her. you’re open to the idea, just not right now? great. you don’t think you can ever see yourself having sex? that’s cool too.

✧.* what matters to jinx is that you’re around. you’re there. she’s yours, and you’re hers. she wants that connection, the humanity of it all.

✧.* still super touchy. of course she won’t do anything that crosses a line, but jinx is gonna be sat in your lap and peppering kisses all over your face while rambling away about some new invention of hers any chance she gets.

✧.* “sooo… what’s my pretty girl up to? nothing? oh, i guess i’ll find a spot then…”

✧.* before sprawling herself out on your lap, giggling up at you. she thinks she’s hilarious.

✧.* i think she’d still make a lot of dirty jokes, though. jinx doesn’t necessarily mean anything by them, she’s just a girl who likes to laugh and have a fun time. she’ll stop if you ask her to.

✧.* if she does do something out of line, she’s immediately apologizing profusely and asking what she can do to make it right. probably one of the downsides of dating jinx… you’ll have to assure her endlessly that it’s okay, she made a mistake, you’re not upset. jinx just hates the thought of you being mad at her, she can’t bear even the thought of losing you.

✧.* jinx can be pretty romantic when she wants to be- in her own way, of course. she’s always been less than conventional. sex is one way of expressing love- but she’s got a bunch more, don’t worry.

✧.* post-it notes on your things with stick figure drawings of the two of you, surprise kisses in the middle of you talking, impromptu firework shows just for you…

vi;

✧.* i don’t think she’d really care much either. she is sexual, but she doesn’t need it to survive i don’t think?

✧.* if anything, she was just a bit confused when you told her about your sexuality. she didn’t realize that that was an option until you told her about your preferences

✧.* but it’s you! and vi cares about you, so she’ll do whatever she can to make sure that you’re happy. she probably will ask if you’d be open to the possibility someday, but she won’t pressure you if you tell her ‘no’ or ‘not anytime soon.’

✧.* “as long as i get to be with you, cupcake.”

✧.* vi cannot stand the idea of ever doing anything out of line, though, so she’ll make sure to outline absolutely everything with you. as i’ve said in other posts, i think vi would be a pretty good communicator. getting things out of the way before they become a problem. gods forbid she tried to make a move on you before you had told her.

✧.* still suuuuch a tease, just in a more ‘pg’ way. she’ll withhold kisses from you just to see you pout, she’ll brush your back from behind you and chuckle when you jump in surprise.

✧.* you’re just adorable to vi, don’t mind her.

✧.* “what? i can’t think it’s funny? i think you need to lighten up a little, babe.”

✧.* vi will definitely ask you questions as well, though it’s not anything malicious or her trying to prod. the first place her mind goes is it being a trauma response- but regardless of your answer, she’ll support it. she just wants to understand you and where you’re coming from better, and if it’s something as simple as you just not enjoying the idea of sex, then so be it!

✧.* cannot reiterate enough how important communication is. vi loves you, she wants to understand you, she wants to know exactly what to do and what not to do.

mel;

✧.* i don't think she'd mind much, honestly. mel is very well-read, probably already knows a good deal about human sexuality and the wide spectrum it is. i don't think she'd ever necessarily considered that someone could just... not experience sexual attraction, but she doesn't really think twice about it when you tell her.

✧.* of course she has questions, but they're only so that she can understand you better. she can't get all of her knowledge on a topic like this from research, of course.

✧.* one of the most important things to mel is connection. sex is one way to connect, but not the only, and she’ll happily take the other options if it’s what you need.

✧.* good communication, physical touch, taking you out for sweet dinners or letting you look after her after something particularly dangerous… all things that mel loves. feeling close to you, being there with you, sharing warm moments with you. she loves spoiling you, it’s quickly become one of her favorite things to do.

✧.* “anything you want to do, dearest,” she’d say. “just name it, and it’s yours. no matter how far it is, or how outlandish, you’ll be happy.”

✧.* if you decide that you are open to a sexual relationship, mel will cover every single base with you before trying anything. of course that’s what should be done, but she genuinely wants to make sure everything is to your comfort and you’re happy. and you’re going it because you want to, not just to please her

✧.* mel is just such a sweet and gentle lover all around. as long as she has that level of connection, the companionship, the trust, she’s happy. as long as she gets to kiss you and hold you when she needs to, as long as she gets to hear that you love her, mel is happy.

sevika;

✧.* you’re gonna have to explain to sevika what asexuality is and what it means to you. i’m so sorry

✧.* it’s not that she won’t understand, it’s just that she’s not too familiar with the terminology and well… it’s not very common

✧.* once you do explain it to her, though, there’s not much of a reaction. i don’t think she’d ever considered the possibility of someone just not feeling sexual attraction or not feeling the need for sex. but once she thinks about it, she supposes it makes sense, everyone is different.

✧.* sevika is sexual. she canonically goes to zaun’s brothel. but i don’t think she’d be bothered having an asexual partner, it’s nice to just have somebody around, somebody to care for and love, even if they’re not up to that side of a relationship. she appreciates your company, your reassurance, your love regardless of what form it comes in.

✧.* that, and she has a hand if she gets desperate.

✧.* “doesn’t matter, dove. can still share a bed and touch you, yeah…? just in other ways.”

✧.* i’ve said it several times before and i’ll say it again, sevika is fiercely loyal. something as insignificant as this will not affect that! if anything she’s thankful that you’re honest with her, you’re upfront, and that you trust her to love you the way you need to be loved

✧.* incredibly touchy regardless, just keeps her hands off of certain areas unless you tell her it’s okay to put them there. she loves being by your side, loves that contact, loves pressing soft kisses to your neck or wrapping her arms around you from behind as she whispers sweet words to you.

caitlyn;

✧.* you’re gonna have to explain it to her… she’s heard of asexuality before, but i don’t think she’d really understand right off the bat. you’ll probably have to explain that it’s not the same as celibacy, just the fact that you don’t feel sexual attraction to begin with

✧.* once it clicks there’s not really much conversation after that! of course cait will ask about your boundaries, what asexuality means to you specifically, what you do and don’t want to do, but she catches on pretty quickly. you just need to give her a second for everything to make sense in her head

✧.* caitlyn is pretty romantic i’d think, and although she’s sexual, asexuality is far from a dealbreaker for her. cait is more than willing to express her love in other ways- (non sexual) physical touch, little words of reassurance, her protection, the way she does you favors without you even having to ask…

✧.* caitlyn makes sure to use her words especially. she loves telling you that she loves you, she loves complimenting you, calling you sweet pet names, making you feel special by speaking to you. it makes her so incredibly happy

✧.* “you’re beautiful, darling, do you know that? you drive me mad constantly, i swear…”

✧.* caitlyn is also pretty big on communication and i think she’d be the type to make sure any little touch is okay. she gets a bit anxious, and you might have to reassure her that it’s perfectly fine for her to grab your waist or hips. she just worries, she doesn’t want to overstep.

✧.* she’s down for anything that you want to do, and don’t want to do. it’s all for your comfort, and as long as you’re hers- her love, her girlfriend, she’s happy.

lest;

✧.* doesn’t really have a grand reaction to you telling her. i’d say she’s sexual and experienced, but this also makes her aware of the various ways sexuality works. so what if you don’t experience sexual attraction, or the same desires many others do?

✧.* of course there are the multiple conversations, mostly about boundaries and exactly what you do and don’t want to do. lest is fine with anything, but she’s a lover at heart. all she wants is to take care of you, and make sure that you’re comfortable with whatever is going on.

✧.* still incredibly touchy. stealing kisses in between clients if you visit her at work, snuggling up to you, purring against you as you embrace her… lest genuinely just loves to be close to you

✧.* she’s tired constantly. lest is a busy woman, so being able to come home to you after a long day of dealing, negotiating, stroking clients’ egos… it’s a treat. something that becomes motivation for her. count on lest to crawl up next to you on the couch when she finally arrives home, sighing as you card your fingers through her silky hair.

✧.* “i swear, they get more and more difficult every day…” she’d lament.

✧.* IF you decide that you’re up for anything, lest will be checking in on you the entire time during to make sure you’re okay. probably the first few times. she knows you’re alright, you’re safe, but the last thing she wants is to make her asexual partner uncomfortable or hurt her.

✧.* but even if you’re not, it doesn’t make any difference to lest.

✧.* she’s got a beautiful woman who loves her, who cares for her. who she can bring around piltover and spoil, share peaceful moments with… it’s all she could ask for.

[l0velysmut]

Can you please write Neteyam with readers as Enemies to Lovers? with smut and he says he's loved readers for a long time.Please I really love your writing.

neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader

contains: enemies to lovers (but ur not really enemies), stalker neteyam, kinda manipulative neteyam if u squint???, love confession, virginity loss, tsaheylu, p in v, creampie, poorly written !!!

wc: 2.8k unedited

na’vi words: skxawng = moron/idiot.

a/n: sorry if this isn’t what you expected!

Ever since the first time Neteyam laid eyes on you, he had been head over heels in love with you. But he didn’t like that he felt that way about you, so what better way to cover it up then by hating you more than anyone else in the clan?

You were so confused when you were the only person he would target and make fun of. To the public eye, he was nice, athletic, a charmer, and overall the golden boy of the clan. And not only was he the future Olo’eyktan, but he was also the son of Toruk Makto, which in your opinion, made it even worse and even more embarrassing whenever he would bully you. So, you’ve stood up for yourself the best you could.

But the truth was, he never enjoyed bullying you. He never enjoyed calling you degrading names like stupid or meaningless. In fact, he called himself stupid on the regular for starting a hateful pattern towards you and having no choice but to stick with it.

Every day he saw you, he wanted nothing more then to tell you how he truly felt, but he couldn’t just stop being mean to you out of the blue. You’d think something was up and that he was pranking you, so he just kept doing what he’d been doing since you were children.

He watched you from afar, doing your daily chores and sticking to the routine you had forged to keep yourself busy. Neteyam kept note and even followed you from a distance just to see where you were going, and he even kept track of who you talked to.

He had memorized your schedule, so if anyone just so happened to ask him where you were, all he had to do was figure out the time and then he’d know.

But today, you were doing something different. You were going somewhere he was unfamiliar of.

So, with a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He discarded what he was doing, and followed you discreetly, being far away enough for you to not realize he was there. He ran up a tree and jumped from vine to vine and tree to tree, following you from above and watching like an ikran hunting its meal.

And soon enough, you came to a stop, but Neteyam’s brows furrowed when he saw the stature of another man. He hears you laugh, and you take hold of another man’s hands. He watched through the green vines, glaring at the man he knew very well from training.

His name was Eaopu, and from what Neteyam could see from training, he had nothing to offer you. He was lazy, and couldn’t tell his left from right. Neteyam was in disbelief that you went out of your way to see this man, deep in the middle of the forest. Neteyam could feel his chest tighten as his mind raced with numerous thoughts of just marching over there and bashing Eaopu’s head in then making you his, but obviously he couldn’t let his emotions get the best of him because, afterall, you two were enemies and he couldn’t let you find out that he was basically stalking you and had been for years.

Neteyam watched as Eaopu pushed your dark, unbraided hair behind your ear, leaning in to whisper what he could only imagine was something dirty by the lustful look on his disgusting face.

“Eaopu,” Neteyam hears you say in an almost angry tone. “You know I don’t do that stuff. I’m waiting until marriage.”

“Oh, c’mon. We both know you won’t be mated any time soon,” Eaopu replied, grasping your forearm. “Why not just get it out of the way?”

Neteyams nostrils flare and his eyes darken as he listens to the conversation.

“Because! I want it to be special.” You tell him, pushing his chest to back him away from you, but he doesn’t budge. And Neteyam then knows what Eaopu’s intentions were with you. Leading you out into the deep forest to try to convince you to have sex with him, knowing how adamant you were on not having sex until marriage. Neteyam knew Eaopu was strong, so there’d be no way for you to get away if Eaopu tried what Neteyam feared.

“So then why’d you even meet me here? Huh?! Was this your plan this whole time? Get me all excited and leave me with blue balls?” Eaopu yelled, his voice echoing throughout the empty part of the forest you two were in.

You stare at Eaopu in disbelief as he backs you up against a tree. Neteyam then knew he had to step in.

The future Olo’eyktan jumped down from the tree and marched over to the scene, pushing back Eaopu’s shoulder, causing him to flinch.

“N-Neteyam!” Eaopu’s eyes widened, and he was taken aback by Neteyam’s sudden appearance. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, really?” Neteyam knew he didn’t have to say much in order for Eaopu to surrender in fear and walk away. When he had done so, Neteyam turned to you, back against the rough bark of a tree.

“You okay?” He asked you, observing your body language.

“I don’t need your protection.” You say, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You were grateful, but you still quote on quote “hated” him so you had to keep that going.

“Hey, I just saved your ass from whatever he was about to do to you!” Neteyam shouted, arm pointed to where Eaopu had left.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t need you to save me! I can save myself.” You argue, and he chuckles.

“This is unbelievable.” He shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. “I follow you out here, and save you from him, and you start-“

“You followed me out here?!” You cut him off and he freezes, lips parted. He tried to think of things he could say to get out of this.

“N-No, no. I didn’t follow you out here. Please.” He scoffed. “Why would I want to follow you, of all people? That’s ridiculous.” He defended himself, and you raised your hairless brows.

“Oh, yeah? So then how’d you get to save me just in time?” You ask, arms still crossed as you take a step towards him.

“I was hunting!” He defended once again, arms outstretched for a moment before falling to his side.

“Really? Where’s your bow and arrow?” You question.

He knew you had him, and he sighed in defeat, ears folded against his braids. “Okay, okay, fine. Yes, I followed you. But don’t let it get to your head, you skxawng. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.” He admitted, his eyes not missing the way your lips quirked up slightly.

You stay silent, feeling your cheeks burn up. Your heart thumped against your chest like a rock being tossed against your skin from the inside, and you looked away.

“Thanks. I guess.” You say in a soft tone, glancing at him when he steps forward.

“You're welcome.” He replies, and both of you are silent for a few moments before he breaks it.

“Listen, I…” He starts, but doesn’t know how. “I don’t want to hate each other anymore.”

His words make you stare at him, brows furrowed. “Hey, you’re the one that started it. What did I ever do to you, anyway? Y’know, since we’re here all alone, you might as well tell me. None of your friends are around to influence you, so please. Enlighten me.”

He opens his mouth then closes it, and he sighs again. “You never did anything to me, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“You never did anything to me. I suppose I started picking on you because..” He breathes in deeply before admitting his feelings to you. “I really liked you, and I didn’t know how to go about it because I was young, and dumb. But over the years, I just started liking you more and now I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do because I was a bully and I made you hate me and I don’t think we could be anything more the enemies and it hurts my soul every time we go at each others necks because it’s not what I want! I just want…” He runs his fingers around his mouth. “I just want you.”

Your eyes are wide as you listen to his rambling, and you swallow to relieve your dry throat. He just opened his heart to you, revealing that all this time when he made fun of you and humiliated you, he actually was just in love with you.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why I dropped this on you. I should go.” He says when you just stand there and stare at him, but as he’s about to walk away, you grab his wrist and smash your mouth against his.

He melts into the kiss, his heart melting along with it. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek and his other hand to hold your waist. This is what he’s wanted for years. He’s wanted so badly to feel your lips against his; he’s spent years just imagining it.

When you pull away, your faces stay close and you can feel his warm panting against your lips. He pressed his forehead to yours and you whispered, “I want you, too.”

His eyes close briefly with a smile stretching across his lips, and he kisses you again.

“Then be mine. Forever.” He whispers against your plump lips, and you pull away slightly. When he sees your reaction, he’s quick to drop to his knees and lean his forehead on your lower stomach, hugging your thighs. “Please, Y/N. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this; how long I’ve wanted you. Do you know how many women I’ve turned down all because I was stuck on you?” He looks up at you, amber eyes filled with an emotion you’ve never seen on Neteyam.

His eyes were glossy and he looked up at you with pure desperation. He would never force you to do something you didn’t want to, but if you truly wanted him, then you two would come to an agreement.

“Neteyam, this is so sudden… and besides, you’ve said it yourself, no one would ever want to mate with me-“ He cuts you off and stands up, cupping your cheeks.

“No, no, no, no, I was lying, I was just saying that, I’m sorry.. I never meant anything I’ve ever said about you.” He tried to reassure you, and you stared at him, not quite knowing what to do.

“You want me, too, right?” He asked, and you nodded, putting your hands on his shoulders.

He takes your hands in his and gently brings you both to the ground on your knees in front of each other. He decided to sit and have a long talk with you about everything, and you both opened your hearts to each other. Tears spilled, and laughter filled the part of the forest you two were in, but eventually you came to an agreement.

That’s how you ended up underneath him, his bare body grinding against yours. You two had finally connected after years of covered up desire, and now you were one for all of eternity.

Neteyam couldn’t describe the feeling of being mated with you in words, he could only feel how amazing and euphoric it felt for your souls to be intertwined.

You two breathed heavily, gasping and panting between kisses as Neteyam pushed into you, his cock pulsing in his hand as he breached you for the first time. You hissed at the pain of being stretched out this much for the first time, and he could feel it through the bond. He could feel your pain, but also your burning desire to get past it the best you could.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a voice you’d never thought you’d hear him talk in. He has bottomed out inside of you, and remained very still while hovering over you, his arms holding himself up at either side of your head, caging you.

He tried so hard to not pull back and pound into you like his gut was telling him to, but he wanted to listen to his heart and his mind, and he wanted to wait until you were ready.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Ju-Just go slow.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled out about an inch and then pushed in. This feeling was so new for the both of you. The way your pussy enveloped around his cock tightly made his head dizzy, and the way his cock penetrated you and hit spots inside of you that you didn’t think could be reached made your brain feel all gooey.

He kissed your jaw, and pulled out more, then back in, searching for any sign of discomfort through the bond. He fortunately found nothing within the shared connection, and slid in and out of you faster.

You place a hand down at his abs, trying to tell him to go slower because you weren’t quite ready, and he groaned before slowing down. He wanted to pound you like an animal, but he wanted you to feel good, too. He didn’t want to hurt you, not anymore. He wanted to protect you forever, and he didn’t want anyone to walk all over you anymore. Now, he would protect you like a mate should.

“Oh, great mother.” You whine, throwing your head back and clenching around him even tighter then before. He didn’t even know it was possible for him to be inside something so wet and tight.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on you for so long, I should’ve told you I loved you a long time ago.” He said softly in your ear and his hips rocked back and forth. “I regret everything from before- fuck… I regret not taking you as mine since the moment I realized I was in love with you.”

You couldn’t speak, you felt like everytime his bulbous tip hit that spongy part inside of you that felt particularly good, the air left your lungs. You struggled to form a coherent thought as his cock fucked you dumb. You never knew your enemy's cock could feel this good; though, you’re not enemies anymore.

Neteyam supported his weight on one arm while the other reached down to play with the small nub he's thought so many times about sucking and rubbing. He rubbed tight circles on your clit, making your back arch into him, your chest pressing against his.

“You’re so pretty,” He whispered, kissing your cheek and then pecking your lips. “So beautiful.”

You wanted to thank him, but you knew he could hear it in his mind.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” He murmured, whining loudly when his cock twitched. He felt a burning sensation throughout him, and you grind your hips back against his, helping him reach his orgasm as well as reaching your own high.

“M-Me, too, I think.” You say, panting and moaning. He rubbed your clit faster, and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling his cock further inside of you.

You both cum at the same time, your orgasms sending tingles throughout both of your bodies that twitched and spasmed against each other. Neteyam’s hips continued to grind as he spilled inside of you, and you could feel his cum sloshing around inside of you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, and your hips jerked at the stimulation.

“That was…” Neteyam started talking to praise you, but he couldn’t wrap his head around how good it felt. He never thought he would actually be able to get you to be his, he always just thought he fucked up his oppurtunity to be with you, but now that he had you, he was never going to let you go for as long as you two lived.

He was going to worship you and never say anything mean to you ever again until his dying days.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and remained inside of you. You hug him tightly, inhaling his scent. Then, he rolled over to lay next to you, pulling out of you slowly with a pop! sound.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, your nude bodies pressed against each other as your limbs tangled before finally sleeping. He knew his father would be looking for him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything else or any other responsibilities. He only cared about you now.

[ofmermaidstories]

1. Not really....? It's hard to figure out my actual thoughts on it but I guess, Self-inserting for me feels like it's designed for one person in mind (whoever is being inserted) when x reader can be anyone? And from what I've seen, the content is a bit different.

2. Probably? Definitely. But will I be the person criticizing it? No... I'm not really the type to be vocal about my grievances outside of the occasional personal aside. I usually just don't trust what I have to say is constructive. But I do love hearing what other people have to say.

3. Everything

Jkjk, um.... I'd say my motivation and writing style? (That doesn't fall under everything, right?) I just don't write very effectively. Like- I have a story in my head, but actually putting it down in writing, I kinda just wing it? Like write as I go. Which is fun for developing character lore, or short stories. It leads to a lot of stop and go with longer works, and the problem with that is that it looks clunky! If I'm an a completely different state of my mind than I was when I started a piece the words I put down don't really flow well with what came before. So I have to read and reread what's already been written and play mediator by finding a way to transition from one feeling to the next.

I mostly write for friends or for fun, though, so it's forgivable.

the content being different for self-inserting vs x reader is such an important distinction!! like. also in how you engage with it, too? like—i’m always interested in self-shippy stuff from a, best friend at brunch kinda way, you know? like “YESSSS tell me more, omg, you guys are sooo cute together 🥹” whereas if someone is like, bits&pieceing about an idea for a x reader setup, i’m engaging with it as a reader, like, oh, i am interested in whatever this this piece or fic is trying to lure us in with.

i keep running into i guess… fan-only spaces, for varying Big Fics? and they’re always so interesting to scroll through, because it’s just either people gushing about Said Fic, or like, recommending similar ones, OR it’s someone starting a conversation (a tiktok is the example i’m thinking of) being like, “deku wouldn’t wear fishnets” and then like, everyone who’s had similar grievances just like, jumping in LOL. none of it—the universal loving and the dismissal—is like.. in any way truly critical? it’s just people who’ve found each other agreeing over varying things. true constructive criticism (at least in fanfics) is hard… because you do have to seperate yourself from, “is this just not for me” vs. “i see and understand where this story is trying to land, but i don’t think it makes it” and even then you kinda have to… justify it, you know? like, is it not landing because it’s missed the mark, or do you just wish it did something different? and what i like about fanfic is that we (ideally) afford each other the—generosity of forgiving things, LOL. and i guesssss my original question is more… does becoming a mega, fandom-defining fic mean the fic then loses the privilege of that generosity? i think it must create a distance between it and the fandom it’s from, in a way… it sort of takes on the same… almost for-granted quality we might have with a published book? are we removing ourselves from it, by holding it up? HMMM. questions questions ig LOL.

with no. 3—flow is hard!!! 🥺 do you have any like, rituals or anything to get yourself back into the mindset you had, before picking up the piece again? if i leave off in the middle of a scene or whatever that needs to stick to a specific mood i listen to my playlist for the fic, or whatever. 🥹 it kinda helps to limber everything back up again. but—i mean!!! as long as you have fun with it, in the end. 🥺 the process of writing takes up so much time… we need to enjoy it, in some small way. especially if the end result is for friends and fun. 🥹

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Okay this is like the third one I've sent in cause I just keep asking stuff because I discover more things you require for your asks and I'm not trying to make your life any harder than it probably is with all these request.

Anyway, I usually hate the "outsiders X YN" propaganda but I was super curious soo

I'm a female. I'm 5'6 with curly brown hair, I'm Caucasian, I have hazel eyes.

I prefer to go unlabeled. I like girls and guys. Doesn't matter to me.

I'm an infp-t, I have OCD, I'm super sarcastic all the time even when. I don't intend to be. People assume I'm mean whenever they meet me but usually that changes over time. My love language(Offering love) is acts of service but I don't care about what type I receive. I speak in a very monotone fashion sometimes which again leads people to believe I may be mean or negative but I'm very extroverted. I'm opinionative and sociable. I'd like to think I'm pretty good at holding a conversation because I love learning about other people's views and taking their comments into consideration. I also try to give people really in-depth and earnest compliments because I don't think anyone gets enough of those. I also love to give gifts and to give advice. I love having really long, genuine conversations. I love literature and writing and collecting poems and quotes. I love exploring new music genres. I'm pretty spontaneous, and spontaneity is something I value a lot in a partner.

I also value humor a lot. I'm an avoidant person but I go out of my way to show or tell people I care when I can. I, again, love writing. I love writing stories, ideas, concepts. It's all fun to me. Im a middle child. I also cook a lot and care a lot for people around me. Im also fairly empathetic sometimes, even when I don't need to be. It's hard for me to ask what I want. I'm also like disgustingly self-aware. Like I mean I just know when my actions are weird or embarrassing. I know the possible outcomes of things before I do them. Idk. I can see myself from a clear outside perspective. Im also really reflective of body language/words/actions and stuff. It's easy for me to pick up and read someone. Chronic over-thinker as well. I also have the teeniest but of social anxiety(but I'm comfortable with speaking on a stage and stuff?? Idk it's complicated.)

My mantra is that you'll never get to do the same thing twice, why not do it now? What will you really lose?

I'm very self-depricating. Woops. Uhh and idk. I don't have any specifics for any partner. I like all sorts of people I'm not picky.

Please lmk what you think 🤗

I’m so sorry first lol for making you repeat so many times. I just prefer to have as much information as possible to give you the most accurate answer and also some people didn’t include their sexualities the first time and then I messed up because I paired them with a person they weren’t interested in and then they I had to redo their entire ask because you know they were like oh I’m gay could you not be shipping me with a girl and I was like well you didn’t put that in your request so I have no idea. So thanks for tolerating that.

Your Outsiders Ship: Sodapop Curtis

(I could see you with Marcia too 😊 but I don’t know enough about her character to do a full analysis)

Explanation: starting off with looks, I think that he would be extremely attracted to you. I think that he personally finds brown eyes and hair to be absolutely stunning and just loves the way that they remind him of the hot cocoa constantly consumes in the morning when Darry has his coffee and Ponyboy has tea. You’re shorter than him, but not too short and I think that he appreciates that because it means that you don’t have to reach up on your tippy toes to kiss him, but you can also just you know he’s you’re still short enough for him to tease you about it a lot which he definitely would. I think you guys kind of have an opposite attract thing going on like I think one of the things that really stood out about you was your sarcastic personality to him and I think he really appreciated it and your brutal honesty was really different from other girls he’d interacted with, and I just think that he would be extremely attracted to that. he had a really hard time using his charm on you. I think he’s one of the few people that sees past the oh you’re probably a mean person type of thing because I feel like he’s is a very big believer in you know second chances you don’t know that person that well they could be going through something type of ideology and I think as the people pleaser he is, he would definitely give you multiple chances and I mean, even if Steve was kind of like dude she seems kind of mean sodapop would instantly be at your side defending you. seriously he has golden retriever energy, and you have black cat energy all the way and I just think you’re dynamic would be pretty cute together. I feel like he would help you out a little bit with your social skills too and help you to be a little bit more friendly to people if you ever had an issue with that he would also always defend you with people didn’t get you the way that you talked or you know things like that. I think you could also balance him out with your opinionated Ness because I feel like a lot of his life. Sodapop is always felt kind of pressure to fit in with everyone else and go with their opinions because I headcanon personally that he’s a chronic people pleaser and really wants to just make people happy and I feel like you’re argumentative personality would definitely clash with that in such an interesting and good way. I just think you guys would fundamentally help each other and, be a good pairing because you would always be working on improving each other and not only through social skills either. Soda pop doesn’t get poetry that much but I feel like he would absolutely support you or if you ever found something that seemed kind of poetic he would definitely give it to you and he would absolutely melt if you gave him an in-depth complement or did something really nice for him because you also mentioned active service was another one of your love languages I think he would just melt. He’s the middle sibling so he’s used to being ignored and whenever you have your full attention on him he just feels like he’s floating. He feels like you’re one of the few people who see beyond the “ hot Curtis sibling” and see him as a person because he is. he’s also incredibly spontaneous so you’re in luck for that aspect of your relationship. I think he is probably one of the most if not the most spontaneous out of the greasers and just I think he’s willing to do random things because I mean, I don’t know. I just think he kind of enjoys the chaos plus he’s a pretty like chaotic a great partner to have I think like not chaotic bad but more chaotic like I enjoy making life interesting type of thing. I also feel like he would love the fact that you write because it reminds him a lot of pony boy and I think he would definitely just love it and stand next to you while you write and ask 1 million questions and end up kind of annoying you, but it would be cute.

Also, also, I feel like you guys would totally bond over being the middle sibling because I mean no one can really no one really gets the experience unless they’ve actually been in the situation of being the middle child and I feel like once he finds out that you’ve been a middle sibling before he can’t wait to talk about all the relatable shit with you and I just yeah, I feel like that would be one of your main bonding subjects that you guys first realize you had something in common. Also, he is also someone who values humor a lot and I feel like you guys would have a super fun time making jokes together and just laughing and enjoying life in general he’s a person that is literally described as not needing alcohol or cigarettes or anything like that to enjoy life, he just takes it by the hands and really knows how to live and I feel like that’s something that you really really need to have a good sense of humor besides being able to laugh at yourself and he absolutely has that. Also good luck with this man in the kitchen because it is just going to end up in a flower fight and you will not get any cooking whatsoever and if you do, it’s gonna be something weird as shit because he snuck food coloring into the dough or something like that. He really loves yourself awareness because he’s often had partners who aren’t so self-aware and are kind of oblivious to what their actions do and don’t know a lot about themselves and why they act certain ways so he really values that in a partner and I feel like that’s something you could fulfill and you could help him be more self-aware too, so he’s definitely glad that’s a trait you have. Also for your anxiety I feel like he can help a lot with that. He’s kind of a more carefree guy. I don’t feel like he has anxiety too bad and he has a pretty good coping system, but I feel like he would be excellent at you know spotting whenever you’re having a panic attack helping you get over a panic attack helping you remember to meditate for 10 minutes daily things like that I feel like he would be a super helpful person to be dating if you have extreme anxiety or if you’re an overthinking person. Anyway this is cute I ship it!! 💚💚

[campbyler]

the perks of being european: u can start ur day with beautiful new 30k chapter 🙏🏻♥️

i admire everyone who read this chapter in less than an hour. u guys r insane. it took me like 2,5 hours to read it but i have to stop to scream into my pillow.

mike and will r so.. idek how to describe them. scared? they r not stupid cause in both povs we see that they realize that their dynamic has shifted.

like will observed in the vending machine scene their kisses became more soft? romantic? u can tell that they r not just attracted to each other physically they really like to spend time together.

the stargazing, the hand holding, the longing stares omg. i get why mike wouldn't go further. even if those feelings aren’t new the circumstances r and it Is scary considering their complicated history. (unrelated but i hope history by 1d is on the master playlist 😭)

we actually got to see that mike feels the same when he got upset that will said the “wither away” thing. that so like their pre isolation cabin selfs - insults each other just to control the urge to start making out 😭 glad that will didn’t control it this time and i can bark cause of kissing shoulder scene.

poor will almost had a stroke cause of mikes edward cullenofication And his best friend only made it worst with her deductive skills. but i think max dropped this conversation too fast. i have a feeling that it will come out after some time. it must be so scary for will to open up like that especially, if i remember correctly, nobody really knows what actually happened between he and mike. also “i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep u”.

i loved el and her dedication to all the good stuff she can eat. i bet she’d murder that one poor little camper who would take the last pancake 💔

and i Really liked that little dad son bonding moment. van camping doesn’t sound that bad for me will!!! at least u don’t have to sleep outside 😭

“twenty stitches in a hospital room” and it actually two band-aids in the middle of the forest. at least we know that poor mike won’t get a gangrene 💔

will feeling better when he’s around mike even if he does such an unpleasant thing as wilderness week. what if i die?

“Really – now that the beast has been vanquished, what’s the worst that could happen?” the phrase after which nothing never goes wrong 🙏🏻 im not scared at all 🙏🏻

i also have a question about chapter playlist. how do u guys choose song for each chapter? does the person who write this chapter does all by themself? or u brainstorm the best songs from the master playlist altogether? have u ever added the song to the chapter playlist even if it wasn’t in the main one?

thank u for the chapter suni! i hope ur feeling better and im giving u ur favorite soup 🫂

sorry for such messy comment it turned out so long and i feel like i didn’t write the half of the things i thought about 😭

hi alya! sorry it took me one million years to answer this ask but it was so thoughtful and thorough that i wanted to wait until i had the time to do it justice with the response 🫡🫡

first, i am sooooo so glad you liked chapter 7 because it was insanely fun for me to write! really enjoyed writing it and their shifting dynamic and i’m super glad that came through! you’re so right in saying that neither of them is stupid enough to Not notice how things are changing between them, and they both are definitely coming to terms with the realization that they do enjoy each other’s company in a way that is more than just physical. i think for meeee one of the most fun things abt this chapter was writing the different ways they approached that realization, especially from will’s pov. the feelings definitely are not new for either of them, which i think is pretty obvious by this point in the fic, but both of them are used to turbulence and are anticipating that and don’t really know what to do without it! super glad you picked up on mike’s hesitation as well — i think people tend to characterize our mike as “all in” or a lot more open about his feelings than will is, which is true to an extent, but he has his limitations just as much as will does and maybe even more at times.

anyways all that to say that i’m really glad that the chapter came through the way i was intending! the other parts of it were so fun to write as well — the hopper and will moment, el and max, so on and so forth. re max: it definitely is very hard for will to say the things he’s feeling to her, and battling with not wanting to keep such a big secret from his best friend vs not wanting to betray the newfound trust between him and mike is absolutely something he has been struggling with. very excited to see how that plays out hehe ( <- knows exactly how it will play out)

as for your last question, we have a couple initial songs for every chapter that have been in the playlist doc for a while, usually the “main” song for that chapter, but it’s pretty much up to whoever is writing to choose the rest of the songs and move them around/add and remove as desired! we try to keep it about 5-6 songs per chapter to keep the playlist from getting monstrous (bar some very Long and Dense chapters that are getting more) but what we do is we assemble the chapter playlist as we write and then let the others know in case there is a song that someone thinks doesn’t fit or has a better suggestion for. we’ve absolutely added songs that aren’t in the master playlist before, especially ones we stumble across and realize would be perfect for a chapter.

so sorry for taking forever to answer this and then writing an absolute essay in this response 😭 thanks soooo much for the love alya we appreciate you sm 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[spritehouse]

are the different writing styles in some of yalls fics because it’s different alters writing them? Or is lex the only writer and I’m just imagining things

I don’t know if your open to questions about y’all’s system if y’all arnt just ignore me

we're open to questions. if you ever ask something that whoever's fronting doesn't feel like/want to answer, they'll leave it for someone else, and if it's something we don't want to answer because of boundaries or something, we'll say that, no harm done. it's a common sense rule—if you wouldn't ask a singlet about it (but like. in single terms. if that makes sense) don't ask us.

anyways, it's a mix of both, i think. those of us that do write have semi-different styles (though we do try to stick to a certain "vibe") but also just all of individually are just Everywhere.

lex focuses on small details. he writes a lot of imagery, setting, body language, etc. the rest of us do this when it's necessary for the story, but if you see like. 3 paragraphs of just imagery, probably lex. he's also incredibly nit-picky about things.

for example, lex wrote the intro (and most of the rest) of rest your bones:

It’s cold in the unsub’s cellar.

Not the cold that comes from over a week of Virginia showers as fall fades into winter, bringing flooded flowerbeds and overflowing rivers, or from a starless night in the middle of nowhere, standing in front of a house out of a horror movie, but a bone-deep chill that comes from exploring a crime scene that sets even the seasoned agents on edge as they search the suffocating space, the usual horrors of their jobs barely holding a candle to this.

i (tori) write a lot of just stream of consciousness stuff. admittedly, that's how most of us write, but my stuff tends to focus more on how a character is feeling, their thoughts, and how they present that, with minimal editing.

pre-knowing what's was going on with The System, lex called this the "dissociate and come back an hour later to a brain dump fic" method

i wrote a lot of the what used to be mine series:

Aaron Hotchner is at a loss.

Give him a serial killer, kidnapping and torturing their victims, an arsonist, or a hostage situation, and he’ll handle it without breaking a sweat— he’ll be the hero. But give him a grieving son who won’t talk, eat, or do anything besides lay in bed, staring at the wall, listening to his late boyfriend’s voicemail greeting, and he’s in over his head.

and ghost writes a lot of dialogue. it does write scenery, body language, etc. but if you see long stretches of dialogue, that's probably ghost (or someone else just trying to get through an unavoidable conversation. all of these are circumstantial)

for example, in destroyed everything in spit us out:

“Can I see him?” His voice is hollow and haunting, guilt hanging off the edges like a weight on his chest as Luke stares at his hands.

“I’ll ask, but your doctors want you to stay in bed and rest for at least a day.”

He doesn’t argue, simply nodding silently, making Emily shudder internally, seeing Luke as a mere shell of the man he usually is.

“I think they’re right. I should rest for a bit,” Luke grabs the thin hospital sheet with his less injured hand, pulling it over him like a protective shield. “I’d like to be alone now. Thanks.”

others do write, but we have the most distinct styles and write the most. but also, the lines between us can be blurry, especially for lex who rarely completely leaves the front, and they can overlap and we can write like each other, so it's probably be inaccurate to use this as a guide to see who wrote what, but it's the best we've got

our writing is a collective effort, so we don't "claim" works as our own. it can be helpful to know who wrote what to follow their thought processes, but we're all working towards one goal and no fics belong to just one of us.

sorry for the long winded answer, i'm actually procrastinating writing right now👍🏼

-tori🪶

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 06x14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

“It’s going to either move its eyes or whole head.” 🎶in the butt🎶

“It’s going to microwave his brain from all the way across the room or something” “The fuck” “THE FUCK” “That guy had some high blood pressure. That was some serious blood splatter” “like I got fucked in the nostril” “Stop lying” “I’m fine” “Soulless dick bag era” “Play montage music. Stare at computer screen” “This aint gonna go well” So I fell asleep watching this episode with my hands on the keyboard so we are starting again tonight

“Way to fkn trip dude. Right when it matters” “I mean if you’re going to get stabbed with a pipe, you gotta see the blood coming out of the pipe. A missed opportunity” “then again, we’re all just mannequin parts anyway” “That was funny” “I don’t know what we’re looking at” “Don’t write that down.” “Prop shop. I suppose this is an easy set for them” “Something about humming and molesting dummies something something” “Is the next one a sex doll? That would be funny” “Because it’s an object. Wait.” “There he goes acting with his eyes again” Paused to read the web page

“They misspelled Prices” “The US Federal Reserve went bankrupt That’s funny” “Also I’m assuming they’re researching people in the town. If that’s the case, here it says the weather is rainy and going to storm. Lets make sure that happens” “Paused to read the Missing Girl article on TV” “Her routine route” “She was on her routine route on her way home when she saw the rotorooter rooting around in the rummage store” “You can file this stuff under stuff that could be written under ChatGPT instead of an intern” “They bothered to actually write this out. That’s actually impressive. All that effort for 5 seconds” “Duck face” “Maybe don’t ignore that shit, Dean” “He’s trying to dodge the kid, seriously?” “You could do a whole genre of niche fan fiction that they paint this Rose person in. You read all the onscreen shit and make a story about her” “Oh, I’m sure she did” “She was wearing red. Imagine that” “That was quite the jaw slap. Watch him move his whole head. He quit then Spouse wiggles like Sam did” “You’re nowhere near a factory. You’re in the middle of suburbia” “This guy seems familiar” “There was a sign I couldn’t read” “Fkn finger the shit out of that doorbell” “I thought they were still together?” “the guy is Yo Mama” “Nerd” “Get pegged” “In a barn” “On a rusty nail” “Bro. I gotta hide these drugs” “Oh shit I think the condom exploded. Fuck man” I have no idea

“He’s going to be like yeah sure, but I guess Sam did interview this guy” “How does that not hurt? That’s the best superpower a ghost could have. Be the best doctor in the world and never feel that” “Surgeon not doctor I guess” “That’s just fkn cruel man” “Thats locker room talk bro” “Oh yeah you all deserve to die” “I mean they have it coming” “Had to dump her. Couldn’t make it look like suicide or whatever” “It’s on me bro” “I’m not saying you deserve to die but…” “Just let him die” Laughed 

“The fkn nod. That entire scene was a whole conversation with himself” “and it made sense” “Isn’t that basically the same speech he gave Sam a long time ago?” Look at spouse picking up parallels

“The guitar is back” “Get murdered bitch” “Now I’m confused” “What the fuck did I just see?” “Isn’t the thing that was doing the murdering…? I don’t understand” “I should totally make this my voicemail “this is my other other other cell you know what to do” “she is a very small person” “She’s holding the cursed object?” “Her underwear, obviously” “Kidney / underwear. Same difference” “What are you going to do? Burn her at the stake or what” “She’s fkn gone. Pay attention” “Just outrun it? YOu’re not going to dodge the side or anything?” “Man they don’t build them like they used to. Not a fkn scratch” “Oh that was easy” “Don’t have to worry about getting the kidney out if you just kill her.” “Soulless Sam - he would have just killed the girl” “Just pour some beer on it . It’ll be fine” “Need a new headliner bro.” “Engine liner thing. I think it’s called a headliner” “The hood liner.” “Just keep kissing ass. It’s only your brother so it’s weird” “Keep our heads down. Keep swinging our dicks” “I think Sam nods too much to allow me to trust him. Like he’s trying to convince you he’s a good person”

[halflingkima]

Dealers choice on 7 for orym or your dnd fic!

Thank you so much! 7 is Break Mine by Brothers Osborne which gave me some strong early-campaign Ashrym vibes, so I went with that.

What's goin’ on tonight, are you feelin’ like You could use me right about now If you’re over makin’ plans, over givin’ damns I could be your man right now

Send me a Spotify Wrapped number + a character/pairing/fandom/etc & I'll write at least a drabble inspired by the song.

It’s become a bit of a habit, following Orym on his little sabbaticals to check up on him. Or be checked up on. Whatever. Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for the quiet, steady ones before they’re no longer quiet or steady. Just because Orym’s got his head screwed on best doesn’t mean things don’t get messy in there.

Ashton finds the halfling perched on a boulder, legs crossed, eyes closed.

"Hey, uh –" he never fucking thinks before he opens his mouth, does he?

Orym briefly cracks one eye with a gentle smirk that says he heard Ashton's footsteps the whole trek out here.

“What’s up, bud?” Orym asks.

“Ah, you know, nothing much,” Ashton answers. They sit on the ground, back to Orym’s boulder. Maybe they could try that meditation thing, get their head screwed on straight too & take at least a little of that solid, dependable pressure off the little guy’s sturdy shoulders.

After a few beats of silence, Ashton can’t stand it anymore. “Does this work for you?” he asks Orym. “Just sitting here sorting through stuff on your own?”

“Sometimes,” Orym answers. “Why?”

“Don’t you ever need to say something out loud, bounce it off another person to make sense of it?”

The silence returns as Orym apparently considers their question with more thought than it’s worth.

“Does that work for you?” the halfling finally asks.

“Keeping things up here is not easy for me.” Ashton’s finger makes a soft clink against the glass of his head. “They get looped and tangled and just keep spiraling. When I say things out loud, it’s like they become real, if only for a second, and I can decide what to do with them.”

The silence settles around them long enough that Ashton assumes Orym’s just returned to meditating or whatever. Ashton listens to his breathing from up on the rock behind them. It’s comforting to know Orym’s there even though they can’t see him. Weird.

“I do have thoughts like that,” Orym says softly. “But anything I can’t work out on my own is generally the big stuff. Big personal stuff. The stuff that’s easy to hold onto for a while. Until there’s time. And given the road we’re on, there isn’t really time just now, you know?”

Ashton hums. “Just ‘cause it’s easy to hold onto or compartmentalize for a rainy day doesn’t mean it’s not having an effect.”

“Yeah, well…” Ashton can hear the unspoken, defeatist what can ya do? They stand, brushing dirt from their trousers, to see that Orym’s no longer meditating. He’s pulled his knees to his chest, staring out into middle distance.

Ashton lays a heavy stone hand on his small shoulder. “That’s my point,” he says. Orym turns to him. “I’m here if you need me.”

Orym’s brow furrows and Ashton regroups; he thought he’d made this clear with their earlier conversations. “I know you feel like your problems are small potatoes because you’re not gonna accidentally kill us in your sleep or whatever, but everyone’s got shit to deal with. So, just know, I’m here for you. If you need a sounding board, if you need someone to make the inside of your head sound a bit less crazy, if you just need a mind-numbing distraction, I’m your guy. Judgement-free zone. Personally, I can always do with a distraction; this red moon shit is wild.”

When Ashton can finally get ahold of their rambling, Orym is beaming up at them. “Thanks, Ash,” he says, and seems to genuinely mean it.

[assembletheimagines]

Hi love your writing was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x mechanic!shy!reader

Where the reader is a mechanic for the avengers but very shy and so Steve fell in love with the mechanic and always breaks things on purpose so that the Steve can see the reader

Thx

When Steve first sees you, he stops. He stops everything he is doing just to watch you follow Tony to his workshop. And only comes back to when Sam smacks him in the arm because Steve had just stopped talking in the middle of his conversation. Bucky doesn’t say anything though, a faint smile dancing at the corner of his lips. 

- 

It doesn’t take Steve long to find out who you are. Which is a highly sought out mechanic who Bruce and Tony just needed to have working with them. 

And you’re already working on a prototype for Spiderman when Steve walks in. He was here for Tony; mission succeeded with the only collateral being the gadgets Tony had given Steve beforehand. When Tony sees the broken pieces, he actually groans, catching your attention from the suit in your hands. “Steven,” Tony chides and now that your eyes are on him, the tip of Steve’s ears burn red. 

“Tony,” Steve says but Tony’s already waving his hand for silence, handing the gadgets back into Steve’s big hands. 

“Nope, don’t tell me, hand it over to,” Tony says your name and Steve blinks, because who? 

And when Steve doesn’t move, Tony groans again like he is the only man who can keeps the world turning. 

That’s when your hands brush Steve’s softly. He blinks, realizing you left your desk to go to him when he was staring Tony down. Taking the broken scraps into your hands as you give him a small smile. Steve blinks again, fingers twitching under your touch. You blush and quickly turn around from his stare, heading back to your corner with a small, “I will have this done by tomorrow.” 

Tony clears his throat as Steve continues to watch after you. A smirk on his face that makes Steve roll his eyes and leave. 

“You can send all the things you break to Miss,” Tony says your last name a smugness in his tone, knowing you’re not paying attention as he watches Steve almost falter in step before disappearing.  

- 

With Tony’s instructions to Steve, Bucky thinks he’s going to kill him because now Steve is a lot more reckless with his stuff on missions. 

At one point, Sam swears, Steve walked up to his comm that had fell from his ear and stomped on it. 

But Steve denies with a smooth smile and a broken comm fiddled between his fingers, not even stopping to debrief, as he practically skips over to the lab where everyone knows you are. 

- 

Steve walks into the lab, eyes searching for you, to your desk. 

That’s where he finds you, hovering over a magnifying glass, as you re-wire one of Natasha’s shockers. Natasha's shockers were a small disc that attaches to your skin, zapping you with enough electricity to make anyone fall to their knees in less than 10 seconds. Unconscious in 30. 

You look up from your soldering, meeting his gaze, your cheeks already turning red and you quickly look back down. Steve smiles, walking closer. 

He goes as much as to pull a chair with him and sit in front of you. Your fingers now slightly shaking as you try and pay attention to your work and not the handsome super-soldier sitting before you. 

“I have something that needs to be fixed,” He hums watching as you connect the wire together one by one. 

“You- uh, you can leave it on my desk,” you nod your head to your second desk to your left, not meeting his gaze. “If you want,” you say quickly in an afterthought, not wanting to sound rude and dismissive. “I’m busy with Nat’s shockers but then I will get whatever you need done.” 

Steve hums, his smile growing as he leans back in his chair, still holding to his broken stuff. “No worries, I have time.” 

Your hands stop momentarily, quickly realizing he planned to stay, as he made himself comfy. 

“Oh-okay.” You tried to calm your heart that was racing, hoping the super soldier with super hearing couldn’t hear it. 

- 

The next time Steve finds himself in the lab, he’s again, not empty handed. 

His lips already showing a charming smile as he walks to you, placing a to-go cup on your desk that actually makes you look up from your computer. 

“Thought you might want one,” he says coolly, not even hesitating to grab a chair and sit in front of you, his own cup in his hand. 

You blink, lips parting a little in surprise before you nod your head, a quiet thank leaving your mouth as you take the cup gratefully. Your eyes widen then, after you take a sip, realizing he got your favorite drink. 

You snap your eyes back to Steve with a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his own drink, “what are you working on?” He simply asks. He is not going to talk about him bribing Stark to know what you like to drink or eat or snack on. 

You bit your lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve, before returning to your laptop. You begin to tell him how you are developing another version of Red Wing for Sam, your eyes lighting up as you get further into the details so it takes you a minute to realize you are rambling and your cheeks darken in embarrassment as you stop. “But uh, sorry, was there something you needed to be fixed?” You stumbled over your words as you look back at the super hero. 

You weren’t prepared for the look on Steve’s face. Your heart skyrocketing into your throat as your face reddens more. 

Steve shakes his head, “no, I don’t have anything for you fix.” 

You nod, looking back to your monitor, very aware of Steve’s eyes on you. 

- 

It’s 2 am and you’re flipping through a book while simultaneously scrolling on your laptop when Steve walks in. 

“How did I know I’d find you here?” Steve hums amused and you jump in your seat before meeting his eyes. “You haven’t left the lab since you got here at ten this morning.” He continues as he strides over to you. You don’t know what to say, surprised he even knew that. He rests his big hands on your desk and leans close, eyes shining with something you can’t quite place. “Let's go, you need to eat.” 

He doesn’t even hesitate as he grabs your hand into his, pulling you from your seat as he leads you out of the lab. “Wait, why are you awake?” You asked, looking up to him as he walked with you. 

Steve smiles, you still hadn’t let go of his hand, he presses L for lobby in the elevator with a hum. “What are you feeling? Pizza?” Not answering your question. 

- 

As you continued to see Steve a lot more, it seemed like every mission he went on something got broken, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His smile, as he walked over to you, now even sitting with you as you worked on whatever he handed you. 

The more you hung out, the more you grew comfortable around him. 

“You know, you’re going to bleed Stark dry with how many parts he’s got to order for me to fix things for you.” You hum softly, taking broken scraps from the super soldier’s hands as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 

“Mm,” this time he hums, already sitting before you as you begin to look at the damage this time. “I think he can manage.” You giggle at his words and shake your head looking up. 

“If anyone knew better, someone might think you’re breaking Stark’s tech on purpose.” You laugh again but Steve doesn’t join. 

You look over at him again and see his cheeky grin is still dancing on his lips as he tilts his head. 

Your mouth drops a little, “Are you?” Your face clearly showing disbelief. “Are you purposely breaking Stark tech?” 

Steve’s grin turns into a smirk as he leans onto the table, closer to you. “It’s a great excuse to see you.” His words flowing effortlessly as he watches your eyes widen again. 

“What?” You squeak still in disbelief at Steve’s confession. 

“How about this,” he says enjoying that it took you this long to figure it out. “I’ll stop breaking stuff if you see me outside this lab.” He hums tilting his head again, eyes full of mischief. 

[gutouhua]

experienced older zhongli x younger f.reader

tags. drugs (from doctor’s office), dubcon, fingering, oral sex (f.receiving), heavily implied age gap (reader is like mid 20s, zhongli is like 38) established relationship, dom/sub undertones

a/n. i literally wrote this in a fever dream :') unedited & i'm really rusty with writing smut, sorry guys...

“Open your legs and relax, love.” 

“Open my legs?” you slurred, something more than confusion muddling your words. “Why do I need to do that? I thought…thought the doctor said I was okay?” 

“Yes,” Zhongli smiled, voice sticky sweet. “But I just want to double check. Double checking is good, love, and besides, I’m sure I’m a better doctor than that quack is.”

You frowned and thought about it. “That does make sense because you’re so…”

You trailed off, looking mischievously at him. 

Zhongli arched a fine brow. “So what, sweetheart?” 

“Old,” you giggled. 

“I might be old, but you cum on this old man’s cock every night, love. So I don’t see any issue with my age.” He pushed his knees against yours, widening your legs with his. “Spread a little further.” 

You pouted. He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t either, and yet somehow it felt like he’d won the conversation. Whatever—you made yourself more comfortable on the duvet, sinking into the pillows, and spread your legs for Zhongli.

“Lift them up.”

Even amidst the haze of the drugs, you raised your skirt hem upon command, muscle memory aiding your fuzzy head. 

Zhongli had to suppress a deep shiver when he saw your wet folds, sticky sweet against the near translucent fabric of your panties. 

“You’ll be the death of me, I swear,” he groaned, palming his hard cock through the stuff fabric of tailored trousers. 

“No dying,” you said, trying to sound stern but failing. 

Zhongli hummed and leaned down, his face at your thighs. “And why’s that, sweetheart? You’ll miss my cock?” he teased.

“No dummy!” You swatted his head lightly. “You still have to make sure the doctor did a good job! Didn’t you say you were gonna check!”

Zhongli had to stop the full belly laughter that threatened to come out. Upon sight of your cunt, he’d nearly forgotten his true objective. “Of course, of course—I’ll check and make sure that so-called doctor did a good job and didn’t hurt you.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, almost petulantly. 

Zhongli pulled your panties off, shimmying it around your ass. 

“Okay then, let’s get started.” Zhongli swiped his long tongue against his middle and ring finger—although if the shininess of your folds was any indication of how wet you were, he wouldn’t need to do that—and lightly pressed his two fingers against your pussy. 

“How does that feel?” he murmured, going up and down your folds, just barely skimming your clit. 

“Inside,” you demanded. Frustration pitched your voice, made it higher and whiny, but Zhongli didn’t mind. Found it endearing. 

“I have to make sure the outside is okay first, love, then I’ll check the inside.”

“Okay, fine,” you muttered. 

Zhongli chuckled and continued to massage the folds until you began squirming underneath his hold and he had to steady your hips with his free hand. An errant finger would occasionally slip just past your folds, but then it was gone and you were fighting his fingers with your hips. 

“Slow down, love. There’s no rush,” he said, sweeping long fingers against your folds. He gathered the wetness that dripped, caught it before it dirtied the sheets, and then pushed lightly inside, three fingers this time—just the tip—and you nearly folded in half from the sudden intrusion. 

“Deeper baby, please.” Desperate begging, completely forgetting that your husband was supposed to be checking for health reasons and not pleasure. 

“But I am deep?” he said coyly, sinking down to his second knuckle. Zhongli pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, giving you slow strokes and just barely curling them. 

“Not—” you buck your hips, trying to impale his fingers on you, “—not deep enough. I want you deeper.” 

“Ask nicely, and I’ll do it. I will give you anything you ask for,” Zhongli said softly. He continued to stroke your insides, never going all the way in, and you didn’t want to cave—how did you even get into this position in the first place, you wondered—but you could feel your insides draw tight, your core fighting for sweet relief. 

When you didn’t say anything immediately, Zhongli pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips, against the folds that sucked his fingers greedily and you cried out from the sudden sensation. “Wife?” he murmured, licking your cunt messily while continuing to finger fuck you. 

“F-Fine,” you said shakily. Half-angry, half-aroused beyond belief. He knew you couldn’t resist him when he called you wife; used it every time he wanted something from you, or in this case, wanted to give you something. 

“Will you go deeper, please?” 

Zhongli latched his tongue around your clit and sucked lightly, pleased when your hips lurched forward and bumped his nose. Words half muffled, he said, “Manners.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat; swallowed your need to win and acquiesced. “Please..please sir. Please go deeper, sir.” 

“That’s a good girl,” Zhongli praised and then thrusted knuckles deep into your cunt, sucking your clit at the same time with a harsh pull of his tongue. 

Hips lifted into the air, above the bed like an offering, you keened. “I’m gonna cum, baby, gonna cum—”

“Then come, sweetheart. Give it to me.” 

And so you did: when the tight draw in your stomach threatened to overwhelm you, eyes glossy from tears and something else, with Zhongli encouraging you, whispering praises—good girl, sweetheart, you’re doing so good, princess, cum for me—you let yourself go with a long moan and something garbled and something sounding sort of like Zhongli’s name. 

Only when you relax into the sheets, eyes closed, breath slow, exhausted, does Zhongli pull out, fingers soaked, the lower half of his face shiny and wet. But he doesn’t mind, likes the taste, really, and takes the chance to lick his fingers clean since you always chastise him for doing so in front of you. 

You got so embarrassed over things like that, Zhongli thought, but thought riding his cock wasn’t. He smiled, and although he liked you a sweaty and pleasured mess, you’d feel better waking up clean, but he’d clean you later. Not yet. 

He brought his saliva-coated fingers under his nose.

Inhaled. 

Yes, this is it.

[nanagoswife]

Tense

Version One *SFW* | Version Two

Summary: Gojo practically kidnaps you because of how tense Nanami seems to be

W/C: 4.4k

Warnings: unedited😅, suggestive themes, technically breaking and entering, praise kink, oral (f receiving), a bit of roughness, overstimulation?, unprotected sex, cockwarming, shower scene, I think that’s it

A/N: Hey👋🏻😅 so, I’m not the best at writing stuff like this. So, I apologize for how bad it possibly is in advance

- - -

A scream tears past your lips as Gojo Satoru suddenly appears by your side. You were in the middle of brushing your teeth, causing you to nearly choke on the foam.

You spit it out, turning towards the man ready to scold him about how you told him to stop doing that. He often did it just for fun because he loved to scare you and tease you about it. Though, after warping in during a… compromising scene between you and his friend, you made him swear to stop it. The teasing about the situation from Gojo was an unstoppable force, though. 

Before you could get the words out though, you notice that his usual smirk is not there. Instead, his lips are pressed into a thin line. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he’s worried.

“Gojo. What’s going on? I thought-”

“Yeah, yeah, no warping in randomly anymore. This isn’t for my entertainment this time,” he says before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him. He better be thankful that the two of you are long time friends and, if that weren’t the case, you’d have punched him senseless by now. Though, it is tempting.

Instead, you try to pull your hand out of his grip instead of going willingly. “What the hell, Satoru?”

“It’s Nanami,” he says, not looking back at you as he continues to bring you to the front door of your apartment.

Worry immediately fills you. Unlike you, Nanami didn’t have a day off and had to tend to the jujutsu world. Though, he did mention that he was just helping around the school and possibly helping out with the students. He never said anything about going out on any sort of mission. Did that change? Did Gojo drag him into his own mission when you knew fully well that he could’ve dealt with it on his own? He is the strongest sorcerer, afterall. You just wanted to know what happened.

“What happened to him?” you ask after he, thankfully, let you at least put on shoes before stepping through the door.

Gojo doesn’t answer you, just continues to pull you along until you see your surroundings change. You nearly stumble, not expecting the surface you’re walking on to change from a flat surface to cement stairs at the Tokyo Jujutsu High. 

That’s when your friend turns around with a smirk curling up the corners of his lips. It’s a teasing look that tells you that you should be disappointed that you’ve fallen for his antics again.

You groan, scrubbing your hand over your face as he begins to chuckle. “Well, at least I knew you weren’t with Nanami this time,” he teases and, if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, you swear you would’ve seen him wink before turning to walk up the steps.

All you do is roll your eyes before catching up to him. You know that, even if it was to go back to the old ways, he wouldn’t have brought you to the school for entirely no reason. There was something he wanted.

“What is it about then?” you ask, strolling the school grounds with Gojo. You notice he’s bringing you to the field. “I swear, if you brought me here on my one day off to teach the students I will punch you right now.”

He gives you a cheeky smirk. “You can certainly try.”

You roll your eyes before stepping through the arch so you can see the field. The first and second years are all together. Megumi, Maki, and Toge are in the middle of a conversation. You assume they’re discussing some sort of sparring technique as Megumi and Maki both hold staffs. Panda and Nobara are doing their usual ‘falling’ practice. 

Then, you see the back of a familiar blonde head who seems to be discussing something with Yuji. You don’t know what it’s about, but the boy has a smile across his face. It makes you think, despite how much Nanami may deny it, that he’s truly good with kids. You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Yuji in Nanami’s presence without a smile. Plus, if he can deal with Gojo, he can deal with anything.

“To finally answer your question,” Gojo starts as he leans his shoulder into yours, “he seems a little tense. Thought you could loosen him up.”

The teasing lilt his tone takes on makes you scoff. Despite that, you can see there’s actually truth to his statement. Nanami’s posture seems more rigid than usual and you can tell he’s trying to force himself to relax. A flash of guilt flutters through your chest as you think you know the reason.

You and Nanami haven’t seen each other in a week. You had been on an assignment in Sapporo and you got back last night. Sure, there were calls and texts, but you wanted to be able to see him and he wanted to see you. However, Nanami was busy with exorcizing a curse here in Tokyo. By the time he was done, you were already asleep, exhausted from your own time away. You knew he didn’t want to wake you, so he didn’t come over. Even if he had the spare set of keys to your apartment.

Both you and Gojo stop at the top of the stairs to watch for a moment until a pair of brown eyes catch sight of you. The boy’s smile widens as he waves and calls out, “Gojo-sensei, Y/N-sensei, hi!”

Everyone turns at Yuji’s call to look at you and Gojo. Though, it’s one specific sorcerer’s gaze that really has you smiling as you begin to make your way down the stairs. 

Nanami looks at you as if it’s the first time and you have to hide the way it makes your breath hitch. You’d never hear the end of it if the man beside you caught it.

So, you silently wish that he didn’t have his glasses on so you can see the way his eyes glow in the sunlight as you walk down the stairs. Though, the light smirk spreading his lips is enough for now.

It seems like he’s focused on you and only you. Meanwhile, you don’t miss the teasing glances and whispers the students pass around. You roll your eyes as you know they’re joking about the usually serious, stoic man becoming soft every single time he looks at you. If you were being honest, you’d be joking along with them if you could.

“Hello everyone!” Gojo calls out in response, continuing to the group as you stop in front of Nanami. Yuji had followed Gojo which left the two of you alone.

“Hi, Kento,” you say softly, laying your hands on his chest, his hands coming to your waist as you step up to him. 

He sighs contently, smiling a little bigger before saying, “I thought you had a day off.”

“I did,” you start, bringing one of your hands up to brush away a hair that fell out of place, “but Gojo mentioned something about how a certain grade one sorcerer was a little tense today.”

You let your hands trail to his shoulders, massaging them gently and you realize that he’s even more tense than he looks. Maybe Gojo was right to be concerned.

Though, with your touch, you can instantly feel him relax. 

A remark you overhear that’s followed by a few giggles destroys any and all progress you made. Not only that, but the softness your boyfriend once had is now tainted and you can’t help but sympathize for the man. He had just been able to loosen up until the reminder that you weren’t alone brought reality screaming back.

You glance over Nanami’s shoulder to see the others smirking as they watch the two of you. You lightheartedly shake your head before turning back to Kento.

“How much longer do you have?”

He groans. “Too much.”

You offer him a reassuring smile as you continue to massage his shoulders. Thankfully your efforts have allowed him to loosen up enough that he should be able to make it the rest of the day. It didn’t matter that you would have rathered him come back with you now, he would most likely insist that he sees this through.

So, you bring a hand to cup his jaw as you say, “I’ll leave the door open,” before taking a few steps away. Before you could fully turn to leave, trying to ignore the way Nanami’s bright eyes make you feel, you remember something.

“Satoru, you’re my way home. Get over here.”

-

When Nanami gets to your apartment, you’re in the shower. You had expected him to be here some time after six. So, since it was five, you assumed it would be a good time to shower before he arrived.

However, you hear the bathroom door open followed by a familiar, “May I join?”

You chuckle at the thought of him asking. The two of you were well beyond that point. You knew it and he knew it. Though, this is a little more teasing as you know that, no matter your answer, he’s going to join you. Not like you would ever say no.

“Of course,” you manage to say before you push the curtain to the side to reveal your boyfriend. He’s leaning against the wall as he unbuttons his shirt. A smile splits his lips when he sees you and you think he works faster with the buttons than before. 

He doesn’t take much longer to join you, pulling you against him by your hips, kissing you as the warm water showers over both of you.

It’s all so sudden but all so welcomed. You desperately had wanted to kiss him at the school and you’re sure he did too. However, with the students and Gojo watching, it wasn’t the time.

So, now, Kento wastes no time as his lips move with yours. His strong arms are moving to hold you close, waiting no longer to deepen the kiss.

The tension from earlier is quickly disappearing and you can’t help but smile. You were right.

“Nanami,” you try to say through the kiss as he shows now signs of stopping. In fact, it seems like he’s hellbent on, not only continuing, but taking it further bad his hands begin to roam. 

“Not my name, love,” he mutters as his lips trail from your to your neck. Your breath hitches as his lips brush a sensitive spot in his trail. 

You smile, one hand coming up to comb your fingers through his now wet hair. “Kento,” you indulge and you can feel how he smiles against your skin, “you should be resting. You were so tense earlier and-“

Before you can finish, his lips swallow anything else you were going to say. 

“This is what I want,” he mumbles into your lips before pulling back so that you can see his warm, chestnut eyes that look at you as if you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. “You are what I want,” he finishes before returning to laving your neck with his lips and tongue. 

You can’t help the way you smile at that. He’s always been like this, clingy after prolonged periods of not seeing each other. It’s almost a tradition, him worshiping your body the second the two of you are alone. You’d bet your life savings that, had you been able to drag him away to an empty classroom or dorm, he would’ve taken you without hesitation. 

Now, though, it guarantees that the two of you are alone and can take as long as you want. You know that’s what he's going to do now. 

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” you ask as you feel just how much Nanami wants this. You know he would take you right here and now, but, last time, that didn’t end too well and left both of you with a couple of bruises and Nanami with a gash on his forehead. 

Nanami doesn’t say a word. He just turns off the water and guides you to where your towel lay waiting. Though, he doesn’t let you dry off for long before he’s lifting you, hands grasping the back of your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. With your arms wrapping around his neck, you kiss him while he carefully walks in the direction of your bed. 

He gently sets you down, taking no time at all to start kissing a hot trail down your chest, between your breasts, over your belly button, and down to your thighs but avoiding the area you ache for him the most. 

You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips as both hands shoot to his hair the longer he teases. 

“Kento,” you lightly scold, causing his eyes to meet yours. There’s a smug grin crossing his lips as his dark eyes look into yours without saying a word. There’s a fondness in them that you think you’ll never get tired of whenever in this situation. It sometimes makes you wish you would be sent away more often. 

Thankfully, though, he’s not making you wait much longer when his tongue licks it’s way from your entrance, all the way up until it just barely flicks your clit. He does this again, and again, and again, and again until you’re writhing and pleading for him to stop the teasing and give you relief. 

It isn’t until you plead, “Kento, please,” that he groans and dives in, lapping at you like a man starved. 

That being said, no matter how invested he is in tasting you, he doesn’t take long to get you to the point where you're nearly screaming in pleasure. He knows everything there is, the best ways to tease you, how to make you writhe, but especially how to make you scream his name as he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

He knows the best ways to edge you, the ways to make you cum in mere seconds, the ways that make your highs feel the strongest. 

By the way he finally slips one and then another finger into your aching cunt, you find you’re not sure which way Nanami wants to go tonight. You know that, once he’s down down there, he won’t let you do the same for him and the thrusts will be deep and slow and loving. Now, though, is the one time where he will do anything and usually has a plan. Today, you notice he must not because he seems to be going for different outcomes all at the same time. 

Your thoughts are cut off as he sucks your clit particularly sharply, almost bringing you to the high he’s bringing on. 

Nanami’s eyes peer up at you just before your head presses into the mattress. You feel him smile as his fingers speed up and his mouth only pays attention to your clit. Before you know it, your screaming his name into the room as your fingers clench in his hair. His groan vibrates into you and you find your hips bucking up at the sensation. 

Kento chuckles as he leans back, slowly dragging his fingers out of you before licking them clean. “You always taste so good,” he mutters before crawling over you. 

This look of his, his lips and chin glistening with you, his hair mussed up from your fingers, the dark but loving gaze he gives you as his fingers curl into the flesh of your hip, it’s one that you always find so endearing no matter how lewd it is. It’s a constant reminder that he is yours and you are his and you’d have it no other way. 

“Such a good girl,” he says quietly, one of his hands brushing hair from your face as he smiles. You smile before pulling him down to kiss you. “Always… love hearing… you yell my name like that,” he says between kisses. 

“‘S so everyone knows I’m yours.”

That causes him to kiss you just a little bit deeper as his free hand moves between your bodies. He lines himself up with your entrance, eyes never leaving yours as he tilts his head to the side. “Should we continue that theme? Or shall we continue the tradition?”

“Well, you are a man of tradition, are you not?“

He ponders for a moment, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw. “Sometimes a tradition can be broken,” he whispers into your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck. 

You chuckle. “To think that, just a few hours ago, you were so tense that I thought you’d become a statue.”

“To think that just merely seeing you gave me the motivation and energy to get to the moment.”

You smile before directing his head so your lips could meet. Yes, the two of you don’t always have soft sensual sex, but that’s what it was always like when being reunited. This was the first time he’s ever thought of breaking that tradition and you weren’t really sure which you wanted.

Even though you never answered him, Nanami starts to press into you, stretching you wonderfully. Maybe he’s doing this to elicit an answer from you as you moan from the feeling. Your hands grip his biceps tightly as he works himself fully into you. 

Once his hips are flush with yours, he leans over you, one hand coming to squeeze your breast, fingers rolling your nipple while his mouth works on the other. Your chest arches into the touch which causes Nanami to groan at the shift. You can feel the way his cock twitches inside you and you realize he’s not going to make a single move until he gets his answer. 

“I need you, Kento,” you whine as your hands come to gently tug at his still damp hair.

“Tell me how, baby,” he mutters as he trails his lips from your breast to your collarbone and shoulders. “I need to know. Otherwise I’ll be quite content warming my cock for the rest of the night,” he teases. 

You playfully slap his shoulder, causing him to chuckle as he sucks a mark on your collarbone. Right then is when you realize he’s showing you what you could have with either option.

One, there’s the soft side. Gentle kisses with long, slow thrusts that could last for blissful hours. His worshiping would be accompanied by sweet whispers and light and intoxicating touches that lead to a wonderful climax. 

Or two, a slightly rougher approach where he sucks these marks into your skin. His fingers will dig into your thighs, possibly leaving marks as he goes with a rougher pace. It would lead to him circling your clit, not satisfied to let himself finish until you’ve cum at least twice. It would be accompanied by showered praise as he makes you speechless and reduces you to pants, moans and cries of his name. 

Usually, you would want to stay with the usual. Right now, though, not only does the new option arouse you a lot more, but you can see the way the prospect drives Kento to have a certain glint in his eyes. It doesn’t matter if he’s tired, he would give you anything you want and you can see that it could work out more tension and frustration than your usual. 

So, you pull his head from where he’s kissing along your shoulder so that he can look at you. You lean up, letting your lips just barely graze his ear as you whisper, “Shall we break tradition, then?”

You feel how he shivers from your words before kissing you with force. It caught you off guard for a moment until you melt into it. One hand cards through his hair while the other grips at his muscular back, tugging him down to be as close as possible. 

One of his hands grips at your thigh while the other rests by your head. It isn‘t until you begin to whine and wriggle, trying to get any sensation from the man who’s currently content with staying still, that he’s groaning from the sensations and pressing the shallowest thrust to make you stop. 

“Someone’s impatient today,” he teases, pressing his fingers sharply into your thigh. 

“Says the man who was too impatient for me to finish my shower,” you retort, smiling when he pulls back to look at you. 

His chestnut eyes are beautiful as he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling adorably. 

The moment, despite the mood, turns soft as you brush a loose strand of his hair away from his forehead. He turns his head to press a light kiss to your wrist, eyes never leaving yours. Your chest warms with just how much you love the man that’s hovering above you. By the way he looks at you now, you think he may just be thinking the same thing as he moves to press one of the softest kisses to your lips. 

“Kento,” you say into the kiss, refusing to part completely, “need you to move. Please.”

His lips curl into a smile as he continues to kiss you. “Anything for you, my dear,” he says before finally dragging his hips back before snapping them back, causing you to whine at how good it feels. 

With the moment you had, you were almost tricked into thinking that he was going to revert back to the usual. However, as he continues to do these long pulls and quick snaps; with the way his fingers are once again digging into your hip, you know that that isn’t the case. 

This continues on for a while longer, causing your moans to grow with each snap of his hips. Though, with the way he hikes your one leg around his waist, you know it’s not going to last like this. 

With one more thrust like this, you find that you’re right. Nanami is leaning over you as his pace picks up, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside of you so wonderfully. 

His head dips to your neck, laving it with attention while you feel the hand that was once on your hip trail between your bodies. Before you know it, he has you arching into him as his thumb circles your clit while his hand presses down. 

It allows you to feel him so much better than before. The sensation has you approaching your high much quicker than you thought as you feel it so tight that it could snap at any second. 

However, as Nanami brings his lips to graze your ear, you swear that his voice as he whispered a, “Good girl,” into your ear was what made you cry out his name as the coil in you snapped. 

You feel the way he smiles against your ear as he continues his steady pace, pressing a kiss to the area of skin just below your ear. He knows what he does to you, and his deep, low, sensual voice doesn’t help when you’re wound up this way. 

Your fingers are curling tightly against his back as he sucks another mark on your neck. His pace picks up a bit, thrusts a little sharper, as he refuses to let you have any sort of reprieve. The most you get is him pulling his hand away, your swollen, sensitive clit getting a break as he licks your juices from his fingers. 

“Mm, you always taste so good,” he breathes out, breath hitching as you press a kiss to his Adam’s apple. 

“Always for you,” you mutter as you give his neck and collarbone the attention he did for you. The groan he lets out vibrates against you as his chest presses down more. You can’t help but smile as he buries his face into your shoulder as you continue your attentions. It makes it even better when you feel how his hips falter when your lips press certain spots. 

He groans with a shiver as one of your hands slide down his back, your nails digging into the skin as one sharp roll of his hips nails the spot inside you. 

“I missed this,” he mutters, nudging your head away with his own so that he can rest his forehead against yours. 

You chuckle. “It was only a week, Kento,” you tease lightly. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he says before kissing you and bringing his hand back to your clit. 

You moan into his mouth, fingers digging into his back again as he makes a small adjustment. An adjustment, you might add, that told you that he wasn’t going to let you for a lot longer than you originally thought. 

Nanami doesn’t spill into you when he makes you cum a second time. No, he doesn’t show any signs of finishing until you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve tightened up around him. That exhaustion you saw on him earlier is non-existent as you’re sure you’ve been at it for at least an hour and a half. Instead, it seems as if he only just continues to get more energy every time you call out his name while your walls clench around his cock. 

It isn’t until you’re begging him for a reprieve from all of this that he smiles before his hips stutter. He’s spilling into you with a heavy groan as he praises you about how good you were for him, his fingers releasing their tight grip on your ass as your leg drops from his waist. 

He doesn’t pull out, not right away. Instead, he stays there, leaning down against you just a little more. You don’t care how hot both of your bodies are, sticking together with sweat. The feeling of him on top of you is one you’ll never grow tired of and you end up pulling more of his weight onto you. 

“I believe I owe you a shower,” Nanami huffs into your ear with a chuckle. 

You giggle in turn, your fingers curling through his hair as he presses light, sweet kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“As long as you’ll actually rest afterwards.”

“If it’s in your arms, then I will.”

You laugh as you roll your eyes. This man, one who’s usually such a realist, is more clingy than you ever thought. If you told anyone, they would never believe you. Yet, you love the way it’s like your little secret. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your skin, burying his face in your neck. 

The smile on your face grows as you manage to kiss the side of his head. “I love you too, Kento.”

So, as you lay there for a few minutes longer, aching wonderfully, you trace your hand over his shoulders. Any and all tension is gone as he continues to relax further against you. His breathing is steady as he hides in the crook of your neck. You smile, glad that there’s no more need to worry. The two of you are here together and you will be until you both have to work tomorrow. Even then, you’ll be able to keep a close eye on him. 

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@fiona782

[tokrev-roses]

Bang Bang, Kiss Kiss

First Kiss HC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, mention of cliché teen-romance tropes

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji

❧ Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Your first kiss with Mikey would be the worst day of your life

I mean it. You even thought about moving countries afterwards

You see…Mikey is not the easiest person to be in a relationship with

You would have to initiate most of the “normal” relationship stuff

And taking the first step with someone like Mikey can be intimidating

Depending on the situation you are in he might even stop you and your attempts, e.g., when you try anything in the middle of a Toman meeting. He has no problem calling you out

So, you would have to plan it beforehand and get the timing right

You would have to be alone, like after he took you out on his bike. A quiet moment where he is your Mikey completely and not Toman’s invincible leader

A warm summer night sounds just perfect, doesn’t it?

you gather all your courage, sweaty palms, shaky breath, every possible emotion and thought in your racing mind

You’d both be leaning against his bike, watching the night sky when you turn towards him, take his face between your palms, giving him a soft peck.

Your initial determination crumbled when he did not respond the slightest. He was frozen in place and a million and one different things went through your head, with the conclusion that you’d have to convince your parents to move out of Tokyo

Thinking your life was over, you turned around to run away, like the girls in your typical teen-movies, but something or someone kept you in place

You hadn’t noticed him holding your wrist, so your only way of escaping the situation was to look away

Mikey didn’t understand why you’d kiss him only to run away afterwards

He didn’t really know what to do next, cue to him giving you a peck that reflected yours, short and sweet

now you were both speechless

„Ahh, I’m sleepy.“

“What?”

That’s how he lightened the situation

You never talked about it afterwards, but little pecks in private became a ritual for you two

❧ Ken Ryuguji

your first kiss would happen sometime after you started dating

as I have states before, I do think Ken has both, experience and maturity, so he would be in no rush at all and give you full control of the pace your relationship develops

but he is good at reading you, so he understands when you are ready depending on the signals you give him

let’s say he brought you home after a late-night adventure (walking through shibuya and enjoying the atmosphere, yes please)

when it is time to say goodbye, you would give him the usual hug, wrists locked behind neck while standing on your tiptoes

he hugs you back, arms around your waist and his head on yours

you could have stood there for hours, but as all good things, even this one had to end. so you let go of each other, slowly.

your hands barely hold onto his shoulder, you can't stop looking into each others eyes, a fond smile on his lips, your reddened cheeks, that would be the moment for the both of you

you meet in the middle, your lips on his upper lip, while he kissed your lower lip

he holds you up, even lifts you a bit, since the pure ecstasy of the moment makes your legs all wobbly

best boy to have your first kiss with, will make you feel so comfortable and loved

when you both let go you once again can’t help but stare at each other (the loving way) and there is no reason for any of you to be embarrassed, so there is no shame between you, only fondness

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

Inexperienced, but eager to try and willing to learn, that’s Chifuyu for you

Small steps to test the water, to find out, if you want him to kiss you and because forehead, cheek and nose kisses are not as hard as kisses on the lips

His very first physical interaction with you would be hand holding, once you made it through that, cheek kisses will follow shortly

Would happily accept you to be the one initiating it, but has no problem doing it himself. He doesn’t see cheek kisses as a “girls only” thing. 

It is a sign of affection, but would use it as a way to make the whole matter more playful, e.g., to tease you in front of your friends

Forehead kisses as a sign of his support and to comfort you, nose kisses to make you laugh

Plans to make your first kiss romantic and enjoyable for you...

Only for it to happen on accident while he tried to tease you with a cheek kiss

You noticed him behind you, but you were in a conversation with your friend

Your back to his chest, you thought he would rest his head on your shoulder, like he usually does, so you planned to greet him with the obligatory cheek kiss

Problem was, he planned to do the same

Long story short, you were met with soft lips and the very surprised face of your Chifuyu

The situation was so funny, your friend had to turn around to stop herself from laughing, since the both of you stood there, frozen in place, staring at each other and it was the most unromantic moment ever

Yet no one moved

Until the both of you broke out into laughter at the same time

It started with an embarrassed chuckle and turned into holding-my-stomach-because-of-the-pain laughter

“You should have seen yourself, looking like a frog.”

“Says the one who stared at me like a fish out of water”

 ❧ Keisuke Baji

Baji is the type to do something before thinking about it, so it would be that way with your first kiss as well

Wouldn’t know what to do at all – when, where, how, its a mystery to him

He sees it like a battle he needs to get over with to reach the next level, and after enough teasing from his friends, who have more experience than he does, he would finally do it

At the worst possible moment, of course

Like, right in the middle of the school hallway or just before an important exam

Because Keisuke Baji is determined to do things once he has made up his mind about them, no matter what

A loud “Oi” would make you (and many other people around you) turn around

He aims straight for you, long steps, flowing hair, a determined gaze – kinda scary and kinda attractive

One deep breath once he stood in front of you, before he lowered his head and just went for it

Your first kiss was far from what you imagined it to be

Keisuke put way too much force into it, simply pressing his lip on yours like it would do the job, while holding your arms to keep you in place

He pressed his eyes together while you looked at him with yours wide open, completely taken by surprise

It would end as soon as it happened, him removing his lips from yours, freeing you from your trap

You’re both speechless, and that was the moment Baji noticed your surroundings and your visible surprise for the first time

He blushed like a little boy

And hated himself for it

Cue to him trying to leave the scene, with you, of course

Since it happened very early in your relationship (or even before you entered said relationship) it was an interesting experience for the both of you

was way more uncomfortable than you were after realizing what he did, and, god, did he look cute, being all bashful

Like a little schoolboy, your little schoolboy

He fully blames his friend for the outcome (and might even beat them up, playfully)

what do you think of this? I’m not as satisfied as I hoped to be when I first began writing this...I don’t know...Are they out of character? Am I too insecure? I’m so sorry if this hasn’t turned out too good.

Rosalie🌹

[dreamcatcherrs]

Hey! I just had a random idea I think would work good; a first date preference seems really cool :) (I hope you haven't done this already and I've just missed it) I love your writing <3

+ it seems very very cool indeed :)) hope you like it! <3

++ if you squint, a couple of nsfw references

first dates; mcyt x reader

dream:

restaurant

when it’s your first date, he won't go all out with a very fancy place

but generally likes spoiling you

a lot

but he’ll save that for later

as long as you feel comfortable, he’s happy

maybe you’d go to his place afterwards👀

to play video games of course🙄

he’s not shy at all on your frst date

and is pretty confident in himself that the date’s gonna go great

smooth pick-up lines

maybe a couple of touches here and there

compliments you the whole night

and really just wants a laugh with you

overall, he’s great at first dates

georgenotfound:

ice skating, his place

he likes for a first date to be pretty simple

just chilling

enjoying each other’s company like you usually would

but with some romantic undertones of course ;)

so going to an ice rink or hanging out at his place;

it would be perfect

I feel like george is definitely more nervous on a first date

just because the whole “first date” concept is very intimidating in his head

even though it isn't a lot different from when you hang out usually

… it’s just with a bit more feelings involved

he’d probably ask dream for advice before going on the date with you

he eases up once he gets comfortable with your presence

realising that it’s just you and he can always be comfortable with you :)

cute first date

sapnap:

concert

nick would definitely want to go to a concert with you

I’m sure anyone can vibe with his music taste

and even then, I don't think he cares which concert you go to

the experience is what matters to him

he’d slip in some pickup-lines every now and then

but his cheeks would be so red after every line he spoke

the whole night he just wants to kiss you

but resists, just because he is a little scared of rejection

puts his jacket around your shoulders when it gets colder

and maybe wraps an arm around your waist

as you just vibe to the songs

would kiss you when he walked you home if the date was good

and then text you the second he left

very nice first date

badboyhalo:

park

would bring rat along :D

you’d find a bench or similar to rest by after walking around for a while

and just sit there together

and eat some fresh foods you’d made before going there

and just chat for hours on end

playing around with rat every now and then

and also trying out the swing set nearby

where you’d push each other

you wouldn't have noticed how much time had passed before you both realised it was super dark

it’s a really comfortable and fun date

cause he’s just so easy to talk to

he’d definitely go for some hand-holding

and aim for a little peck on the cheek

technoblade:

escape room

this would literally be the perfect opportunity to get to know each other

and to see if you were worthy of the blood god

you’d help each other find the clues

he’d definitely tease you if he managed to find the key before you did

but then would gently pat your head

cause he couldn’t deny how cute you looked when you were all pouty

a great date

with lots and lots of fun

he’s very nervous to start off with

but manages to hide it behind his monotone voice

though he likes teasing you, he’s also very sweet

sometimes let’s you find the clues “first” even though he’d already spotted them

just to see the smile on your face

wilbur soot:

museum, café

of course wilbur would take you to one of these places

or even both

the museum first, then the café

why not get a learning experience out of the date?

and then get to know each other afterwards

on a more romantic level than usual

he would be really smooth with his movements

even if he was nervous

sneakily puts a hand on your waist

or goes to grab your hand

with no hesitation or shakiness

he’d sooo be the type to say “you’ve got something right here” pointing to your lip

and when you’d searched for the whipped cream on your lip to no avail, he’d lean over and wipe the non-existing cream away

very slowly

and then have a smirk on his face when he pulled away again

honestly, a big tease even for a first date

corpse husband:

dinner and movie

pretty classy, but very nice

he’d want a first date to not be too much

but still be enough to impress

he’d be pretty anxious of what you thought of him tbh

but those were mostly just the nerves talking

would spend a long time putting effort into making the dinner

after asking you what your favourite dish was

you’d eat it together, a candle lit in the middle of the table with some wine (all on my white tee)

and you’d just start up a conversation very naturally

getting to know each other on another level

and when you’d get to watching the movie, he’d definitely attempt to get closer to you

like by throwing an arm around your shoulders

pulling you closer to him

maybe a hand on your thigh

and a small make-out session

a very successful date to say the least

skeppy:

theme park

would want to do something really fun for a first date

so I feel like a theme park would be perfect for that

like, you’d just spend the whole say together

having the time of your life in the craziest rides

or the more chill ones

whatever you like

and in between you’d just take a break

and buy some waffles or churros to eat together

zak is veeery talkative

like, there would not be any worry about awkward silences

cause he would always have something to talk about with you

as for affection

he would probably go for holding your hand

and that’s probably his farthest goal for the day

he likes taking things slow

and just having a fun time with you

karl jacobs:

arcade

like skeppy, he would also wanna go someplace fun

yet not as crazy you know?

like, just hanging out and playing a range of different games with you

you bet he’d just be like “oh, I just wanna get this one prize.”

and when he finally won it, he’d hand it over to you

because he’d planned to give it to you from the start :]

he’s mostly just himself on your first date

giggly, cute, funny

he’s a little more nervous around you than ususal

but that's only natural

would leave a lot of affection on you

like, a supporting hand on your back when you're trying to win at a game

or hugging you tightly whenever either of you won

really just finds any excuse to give you affection

maybe you’ll end off the day with a little smooch😙

or spending the rest of the night playing video games at his or your place

fundy:

sight-seeing

he’d take you to so many buildings, statues, viewpoints etc.

he wants to explore the city with you

even if you both know it very well already

he’d want the memories of the sights to be with you

you’d take cute pre-couple photos by the sights

and grab some delicious lunch while sat right by one of the nicest sights

he’d be subtle with showing affection

like grabbing your hand when you’re about to go the wrong way

and then not let go of it for a while

or he’d let you borrow his sunglasses

to block out the sun in your face

he wouldn't lay heavy on showing affection on the first date

he’ll leave that for the second one ;)

quackity:

cooking together

chaotic but cute combo

I feel like he would really want to impress you

yet still be able to make you laugh

and this is just the perfect way to do just that

he’s surprisingly good at cooking when he tries

and remains his usual quackity alex funny self

he’d show you how to do different stuff

especially if you didn't know how to already

and would overall be very playful with you

throwing flour at you, splashing with water etc.

and then afterwards you would just chill on the couch and eat the dinner you’d just made

talking about the most random shit

and without realising it, the two of you would be cuddling

and you’d wake up in the morning to find you’d fallen asleep on each other🥺

punz:

laser tag

mans loves competition

and would definitely want to be a show-off to you

you'd have an room just for yourself

hiding behind walls and obstacles until you stumbled into each other

and he wouldn't hesitate to raise his laser gun at you

and shoot you right in the chest with a menacing laugh

after a while it’d just be a battle between two

tackling each other all the time

and at some point he’d have you up against the wall

and as you were about to kiss

you’d lift you gun at him and shoot him right in the chest

which won you the game

afterwards, he’d follow you home

and maybe give you that kiss he tried to give you before

he’d be very down to stay with you for the night if you wanted him to

awesamdude:

the beach

you’d bring a bunch of fun activities with you

like card games, a beach volley game, etc.

and maybe even join in on a game of mini golf near you

you could also just be chilling on your towels

under the sun or under the shade

whatever your preference is

and then go into the water eventually

playing around together and just having fun

splashing water at each other

he’d sneak his way over to you

and just lift you up from under the water and onto his shoudlers

just laughing at the way you were screaming for him to let you down

when you got on the shore again, it felt easier to be affectionate with each other

you’d definitely go for ice cream on the way home

holding hands👉👈

eret:

karaoke bar

it would literally be the funniest time with him

you’d gotten one of those private rooms

so it would just be the two of you in the room

and you’d have so much fun choosing your favourite songs

and sometimes you'd just sit there and chat

while karaoke music played in the background with none of you singing

he’d want to duet with you at some point

bringing you close to him just to see you get all flustered

I could definitely imagine a first kiss right then

if it had all gone right throughout the night

when you were on your way back home

he’d lend you his jacket

and just tell you to keep it

“I’ll just pick it up tomorrow.”

tommy:

the zoo

tommy would be walking around commenting on literally every animal

“y/n look. hey, y/n. look at this ones’ face.”

takes a lot of pictures of the animals

and of you with the animals

and when you suspiciously asked if he was taking pictures of you after you’d spotted him

he’d just brush it off, immediately hiding his phone away

“of you? obviously, it was of the giraffe behind you.”

“tommy, there is no giraffe behind me.”

doesn't show any affection

he’s super nervous about the whole “touch” thing

so he just stays away from it

but if you were to grab his hand

he wouldn't pull away

he’d just stand there with red ass fucking cheeks

and would be praying for the animals to save him from any awkward situations

tubbo:

picnic

you’d be picking flowers together

flowers for the flower boy :)

and even make flower crowns if you felt really creative

enjoying the delicious foods you'd brought with you

he’d also be quite intimidated by affection, like tommy

but would very very subtly show it

only a little bit though

like, it would be pretty obvious whenever he got caught up staring at you

just looking at you as you picked at the grass outside of the blanket you were sat on

and sometimes he’d place a hand on you without really realising that that was something more unusual than you were used to

you’d bring a bracelet kit

and make cute little matching bracelets for each other

a really enjoyable date overall

with lots of laughter and chatter

ranboo:

an aquarium

even though c!ranboo is clearly not the biggest fan of water

this ranboo finds it quite fascinating

a pretty chill and easy-going first date

exactly what he wants

you’d walk around the whole aquarium

and make fun of the fishes with funny-looking faces

and then proceed to take pictures of each other by the fishes with the funny-looking faces

he would find it so adorable whenever you would point at one of the sea-creatures

and just look so amazed by it

he would literally almost melt right beside you

the closest thing to affection he would do, is putting a hand on your waist

it doesn't really progress further than that unless you initiate it

a proud moment of his was when he almost fell into the penguin inclosure

and you couldn’t stop laughing at it

a successful date to his eyes

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