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#bomm sheltuh#j cole#nervous reck#pretty face gnagsta#hip hop news source#youtube#hip hop#north carolina#rap#hip hop culture#hip hop music#rapper#fayettenam
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a work in progress for all of my fellow tgs fans.
#oh look its a nervous reck in a lab#hopefully ill finish this peice soon#the glass scientists#tgs#tgs jekyll#tgs fanart
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I really wanna write silly starlight express things but I'm nervous I'm gonna miss represent characters and is dreadful...
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BRAIN WORMS ASKED FOR WEIRD RAMBLES, I SHALL GIVE !
I wasn't reallt feeling that Stanley parable spirit as of late you know how it goes, BUT, I did found out how to fully restart the game so I did just that, and in my silly little runs in the original endings I went to to the scape pode one, no bucket tho, whoever I do wonder, what the fuck is this??
Honestly at first I thought it was maybe some sort of evil scheme as if to make the workers lose their sense of time given that techincally it could still be Stanleys original office, but then you go up the staris and BOOM next thing Stanley's office again, it can just BE his office again ykwim? I was just thinking WHY exactly they needed a replica of this exact office, in my guess it is definitely something that has to do with TK given they have a literal wormhole during the confusion ending which leads to hundreds if not thousands of reports on its behaviors during the experiments.
BUT, that wasn't even my main reason as to why I wanted to post this, but I decided to just post these two together bc to hell with it why not?
I think a LOT about Narrator's existence origin and how aware their are of what's actually around him, I do like to think he does haves his flaws that he cannot just, be aware of everything around the office and building, and that sign, this damn sign.
Well i guess if youve been here long enough you know what it says if not: scape pod, must have Narrator and player to work properly.
I LOVE this sign, it peaks my interest and makes me question, is this one of the things Narrator created? Why? The only way to acess is by LITERALLY locking Narrator away, and it obvioulsy doesnt work, it would never work we NEED it there with us why would he do this? or is this one of the things he is just not aware of?? I love the theory of narrator also being previously a worker (employee 003 to be especific! ive talked about this before) in the same building as Stanley,of them being and/or going trough things similar as TK, it would be a very funny coincidence, workers in that building, no longer have a body, entities within the game hidden away in corners of the office you dont see often, The Narrator, makes me think of another narrator, Curator also exists, maybe i am just saying that there might be other narrators or Im just really into the subject of the experiments the workers of that building have gone trough and how I think its interesnting that narrator just so happened to be one, this doesnt need to make exact sense and what i am stating couldn't be more far away from the facts ! But I have more fun than you could imagine while writing this
#honestly i might be just screaming into the void#but getting these thoughts out of my head 100% makes me feel much better#and excited too ! I love thinking absurd things about this game bc its absurd itself sometimes#if a bucket can be a wizard I can a silly little thoery of narrator being an employee at the office building no#also#didnt add this before but I do think that it mightve just been easier to just replicate Stanleys office#but will I not over analyze it? Youre asking too much from me !#fun fact did you know in the intro where Narrator tells Stanley has been wainting for hours Stanley nervoursly taps his lap?#hes a nervous reck kinda disastrorous guy yk#rambles :p#tsp#the stanley parable#tsp rambles
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Clan Gen OC's
I've been playing Clan Gen RELIGOUSLY for a while now, and I thought, why not draw my newest Clan. They are called DespairClan and live in the Plains. Palestar was chosen as leader for a challenge. I wanted to see what a bloodthirsty leader could really do.
And now we also have his deputy, Greyfur. They are my little non-binary baby who is not at all being manipulated by Palestar... nope
#warrior cats#clangen#clan gen#clangenoc#clan gen oc#warrior cats oc#warrior cats art#warriors#despairclan#palestar#greyfur#evil leader#greyfur is a nervous reck#palestar is a evil and manipulative prick#i love them sm
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Seeing them plan always makes SO STRESSED
#cr spoilers#these moments make me wonder if i'd like playing dnd#id probably be a nervous reck#c3e58
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How Skz Reacts to your Anxious Ticks
A/n: I have a lot of anxious energy, and many ticks, so why not do a Skz react? Should I do more Skz reacts?
Warnings: Lots of anxiety, blood (not a lot), pet names(baby), talk about getting sick, stress eating, implied panic attacks
Bangchan: Foot tapping
You would be sitting with the guys in the changing room before a concert. Even though you wouldn't be going anywhere near the stage, you were a nervous reck.
Your worries started when Chan slipped on stage, faceplanting right before his verse, triggering something in you. Ever since then, you always worried.
There was a small ambiance, the staff and group members talking, offering a noise buffer, but it wasn't enough.
You didn't realize your foot was tapping until you caught Chan's stare. He looked between you and your foot, motioning for you to calm down.
All you could do was pause your movements until his attention drifted to Hyunjin.
You kept tapping.
It wasn't long before Chan made his way to you, ten minutes before the show.
"Y/n. You're doing it again," He told you with a smile.
"I can't help it, Channie," you responded, looking at him. "What if you fall again?"
He looked surprised. "Y/n, that was two years ago," he said softly, sitting next to you.
"So? It could happen again," You were being stubborn. It wasn't like you.
"How about I promise you that I won't fall," he reached out with his pinky, waiting for you to take it in your own.
"But you don't know that," you whined, making him smile.
"Okay, okay. Fine. How about...I promise to be careful?" Now he was just trying to make you happy.
And it worked.
You nodded, slotting your pinky into his, sealing the deal. He ruffled you hair before saying a quick good luck, and left to the stage.
Lee Know: Finger nail biting
You hadn't known the boys long, but you all were incredibly close. Bangchan being your brother, he invited you with him everywhere.
You were particularly fond of Lee know, but he seemed indifferent. He cared about you, but he was expressionless all the same.
He had started picking up on random habits you began to aquire, one of them bring fingernail biting.
It wasn't safe, nor was it healthy, so anytime be caught you biting a nail, he was there, a scolding ready.
Or at least, that was his plan. But when he came up next to you, ready to interfere, you would look up at him, pausing your mission, your finger still in your mouth. His heart nearly stopped.
Instead of saying anything, he would gently remove your fingers by grasping your wrist slightly, moving it your side.
He would do this whenever he had to.
Cooking? He would stop everything, washing his hands before and after touching you. Who care about the food?
If he's doing an interview and sees you chewing behind the camera? He'll find a moment he isn't needed just to halt your habit.
If he isn't anywhere near you, but Felix snitched through text? He would call you just to make sure you weren't really biting your nails.
"Are you biting, y/n?"
"No..."
"I'm checking your nails tomorrow. You better not be lying, jagi,"
Instead of punishing you, however, when he sees your shortened nails, all he does is look at you, your hand still in his.
"You got to stop, jagi," he whispers, massaging your hand.
"I'm sorry, Lee know. It's just hard,"
"I know, baby,"
Changbin: Stress eating
You were a known eater in the group along side Changbin and Bangchan. The three of you? Eatracha(lol).
But when Changbin noticed you eating twice as much, he assumed it was stress. You looked sad while you ate, which was new.
He took it upon himself to eat with you, the same amount, and he felt sick. But he didn't want you to feel alone.
It was when you started to physically get sick that he decided to intervene.
"Y/n? Maybe you should stop..." he told you, rubbing your shoulders.
In tears, you said, "But I can't, Bin. I've tried. It's like my body needs me to eat, but it can't take that much," you sniffled, leaning into his touch.
"Oh, honey. It's okay. We can just lower your portion slowly. That way, you can get used to eating less, but at a healthy pace, okay? Sound good?" He asked, moving up to your neck.
Feeling the pleasure from his rubs made your head loll back.
"Yeah..."
Hyunjin: Finger tapping
He thought it was cute at first. You tapping the table gently, hearing the soft thuds of your dull fingers. You had just cut your nails, so it didn’t seem so bad. In fact, it gave him ideas for music, not that you would notice. Hearing the same beat you had recently tapped yourself, you weren’t focused on it.
A few days went by, and you were still doing it. If your hands weren’t busy, tap. Tap. Tap. Hyunjin wasn’t the only one that noticed. Bangchan and Changbin both noticed as well, and Jeonjin later. They all told you what was going on, but you just played it off as a habit from childhood, despite them knowing you for years and not once had you had this issue.
As your nails grew, so did the tune of the taps. They seemed more aggressive, more painful. You hit the table harder.
One of your nails broke, causing your finger to bleed. You didn’t notice. You kept tapping.
It was just you and Han in the room. He was on his phone, distracted. He became used to the tapping. It didn’t bother him. You stared at the wall, still moving your fingers through the bloody table, while Hyunjin walked in.
A small gasp, and rushed footsteps caught your attention.
“Hyunjin? What’s wrong?” You asked, oblivious.
“Y/n! Your hands!” He was struggling to sit still at the sight of your blood smeared on the table. You finally stopped tapping, at least.
“Oh…” Was all you could say before you heard a scuttling in one of the drawers. It was Han. He had finally noticed, grabbing some bandages. “I didn’t..I wasn’t…”
“What the hell, y/n? Do you not notice what you’re doing?” Hyunjin muttered, grabbing the bandages from Han, moving towards your hand. He gently pulled your hands towards his own, quickly wrapping it to stop the bleeding.
“Han?” Hyunjin said, but Han only nodded. You watched as we went to go get disinfectant and towels to clean up the table. “Y/n? Look at me,”
You did, embarrassed that this happened in front of him. “I’m sorry,” you started tearing up, your shoulders shaking. You were so anxious, but you had no idea why.
His gaze softened, pulling you into a hug.
“I’m here,”
Han: Hair twirling
You hair want too long, so it didn’t really get in the way. But you liked hair, even your own. After touching Hans for the first time a few months ago, you were hooked. But you knew you couldn’t bother him all the time just to mess with his hair, so you started playing with your own. It wasn’t the same, but it was different, in a good way.
Every day, the boys would eye your hands in your hair, and they never questioned it. They thought it was a girl thing. Right?
Three months later, you were anxious. Immediately, your hands went to your hair. Whenever you were upset? Hair. It was so comforting. Even when you were angry. Scared? Cover your face with your hair, and mess with the dead ends. It cured everything.
Han tripped and fell one day right in front of you, and it scared you. It was so sudden. You knew he was clumsy, but the way he squealed reached your ears at full volume. It was too much.
You jumped back a little, bringing both of your hands to pull your hair in front of your eyes, using your thumb to mess with the tips.
“Jisung? You okay?” You asked from behind your makeshift shield.
“Yeah…? Are you?” You heard him giggle, patting himself down. He shouldn’t be too dirty, we were only in the kitchen, after all.
“Yeah…” you responded. You dropped your curtain, but kept your hand in your hair, twirling it quickly.
Han noticed this and his smile slowly dropped, replaying every moment similar to this one. And one thing was the same in each. Your hair. He was always confused on what started it, but it didn’t seem to harm you, so he was fine with it. But now, he wanted to know.
“Why are your hands always in your hair?” He finally asked, not really meaning to.
“Oh? I just like the way it feels. It’s soothing, I guess,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders.
He got an idea, one that will hopefully change your habit. “Wanna feel mine?” He raised a brow, sending a smile to you.
Your eyes brightened, making his heart flutter. “Really?” You asked, both of your hands now free from the prison that is your hair.
Han nodded.
You both ended up on the couch, his head in your lap as you played with his hair, massaging his scalp.
“I need this to last forever,” Han whispered as you rubbed a sore spot on his lower neck.
“Isn’t forever a long time?” You giggled. However, your heart dropped at his next words.
“Perhaps it isn’t long enough,”
Felix: Lip biting
It started really quick into the friendship. They wanted you with them for every show, and every event. That’s how close you were. But the random photos from strangers and invading fans were just too much. Your privacy was no longer private, and it worried you. It started to affect your sleeping, your eating, and your patience.
You became extremely anxious, which didn’t go unnoticed by the guys. They were always trying to comfort you with something, but it never seemed to last. But you smiled, not wanting to worry them.
The lip biting started at night. You couldn’t sleep, and was bored. You didn’t touch your phone, not wanting to see what people say about you and your friends. It was an accident at first. You bit your lip, wincing at the sudden pain. But then your teeth grazed them again, catching on dry skin. It was annoying you, so you just bit it. And kept going.
You stopped drinking as much water just so your lips could dry out, wanting to bite them again.
While in the dance room with the boys, you were biting, starting off gently. You didn’t want to bleed in front of the boys. They weren’t dancing, but just hanging out. They had to shoot an m/v later in the day, so they wanted to relax.
Bite. Seungmin was messing with Jeonjin, making him form a fist. Bite. Chan was talking to Lee know about the choreo. Bite. Han, Changbin and Hyunjin were sitting in a circle, playing a game. Bite. Wait…
You felt something warm slide down your chin. Then you smelt it. Blood.
“Y/n? Oh my god!” You were grateful Felix whispered, not catching anyone’s attention.
He stood quickly, grabbing your hand and taking you to the restroom. He walked into the girls bathroom without a care in the world, which would have made you giggle if it weren’t for this situation.
“Are you okay? Is the cut deep? What happened?” He ran the water, grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and brought it to your lip.
“Mm ‘Kay,” you muffled, the towel hindering your speech. You saw the ghost of a smile form on his own, making you feel better.
When he moved the now red towel, the bleeding had slowed, making you lick them every so often. You looked at Felix and his sad expression.
“It was an accident. I promise. It won’t happen again,” you promised.
“You sure?”you nodded.
After seeing his worry, and how he took care of you, you knew you would never bite your lip again.
Seungmin: Finger popping
Seungmin popped his knuckles, so why did he feel yours was unnecessary and annoying? Were you copying him? Or mocking him? He didn’t know. But when he walked into Hans room, he didn’t expect to see you on the floor, desperately trying to pop your back.
When you felt the need to pop a bone, doesn’t matter which one, you must pop it quickly, or else you start to get anxious. This was one of those moments. You had popped your elbows, your knees, fingers and neck. Lastly was your back, but you couldn’t get this part. It was too low, so turning on the ground wouldn’t work. And neither was pushing your weight down from a higher surface. You were starting to panic.
“Y/n? What are you doing?” You ignored his words, desperately trying to relieve your growing stress.
“Y/n?” He said a bit louder, seeing you glance at him as you started breathing heavier. “Hey! Hey? What the matter?” Now he was starting to worry.
“My back..”
He looked you up and down before asking, “Does it hurt?” He went to place his hand where you were holding, applying soft pressure.
“No. Needs to pop,” You whimpered, making his eyes widen.
“What?” He went to remove his hand, but you stopped him.
“Could you pop it please? I don’t like it,” You pleaded with him.
You two weren’t close, so seeing this side from you shocked him. Still, the sound of your uncomfortable plead was enough to break him.
“Okay. Show me where,” you did, waiting for him to apply pressure. “Ready?” You nodded, and gasped when he pushed down. The loud pop echoed through the room, making him flinch, pulling his arm from you.
Sitting for a moment to feel the relief, you then turned to him. Your eyes shined and you had a soft smile.
“Thanks, Seungmin. I really appreciate it,”
His heart felt like it would burst. He didn’t know what exactly he was feeling, but he knew that if you ever needed him to pop something, he’d be there. So that’s exactly what he said, making you feel the same way.
“Thank you, Minnie,”
“Your welcome, y/n,”
Jeonjin: Rapid blinking
You were a fan in the audience, not jumping like the rest, but paying the same amount of attention. You were an introvert, no doubt, and didn’t show excitement despite feeling it very much. You had a front row ticket, and was right in front of the eight boys you came to love. Your bias, Jeonjin, was right in front of you, singing his part for ‘I Lose my Breath’, literally making you lose yours.
You started blinking, thinking it was the fog machines effecting you, but it was something else. You didn’t know what until it was too late. The crowd pushing behind you, you felt pressure building inside your chest. No one was touching you, thank god, but you felt the presence of the fans. It was suffocating.
You fell into a blinking fit, unable to keep them open, and unable to keep them closed. This had never happened before, but you weren’t surprised. It was a tic. It would take a while to stop it. So, as to not disturb anyone next to you, you tilted your head, looking at your shoes, or at least, trying to.
You kept blinking, not fighting it, knowing it will make it worse. It started to slow when you felt a tap on your shoulder. It came from in front of you. A security guard? You slowly looked back up, your vision fighting the bright lights. Then you stopped breathing.
Jeonjin?
He was standing in front of you with a worried expression. On stage, it was now dance break, meaning he didn’t need to sing. He was making sure you were okay.
Since he saw you, he felt a pull from that stage, making him linger near your area. He saw that you didn’t even have your phone out like the rest, not jumping or anything. Just swaying lightly on your feet while smiling every time he looked at you. You were a calm in the storm. He liked that. And when he saw you staring at the floor for fifteen minutes, he got worried. Did you not like the show? Did he do something wrong? Did his pants rip?
But when he got to you, he noticed your eyes were watery. He didn’t know why, and didn’t need to either. He motioned for your phone from your front pocket, and you slowly gave it to him, thinking he was going to take a selfie, instead, he was typing. Why? You didn’t know. He came close to your ear after giving it back, and said,
“After the show. Don’t look until then,” was all he said before winking, and walking back to his members.
You stood there confused, but focused on the rest of the show.
After you made it to your hotel after thee show, you checked your phone, wondering what he could have possibly left you. Everything looked normal. You were confused. But when you opened your messages, you saw his name as one of the contacts. What?
You opened it, seeing he already texted himself. You gasped, not sure what to make of it. You slowly typed out something, but didn’t send it, unsure if this was real. Thirty minutes later, you saw his bubbles. He’s texting you?!
“You going to send it or just let it sit?”
#seungmin smut#Spotify#kim seungmin#jeongin#skz stay#stray kids x reader#stray kids#lee know x reader#han jisung#hyunjin#skz felix#lee felix#changbin#bang chan#stray kids imagines#skz reactions#skz#seungmin x you#stray kids scenarios#stray kids ot8#stray kids smut
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OH MY GOD THIS WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!
It’s canon that Aegon would be the biggest mess in the world when it comes to driving lol! I feel like when Helaena is in his car he would drive so slow and he just has a like of cars behind him, honking at him
Helaena is like “Aeg, you can drive the speed limit you know?”
“I cant”
While Daeron and Aemond are like
Ok but what do you think the experience of teaching the kids to drive was like for Alicole? I’m literally laughing at all of the images lollll
Alicole is gonna have some grey hairs after teaching 4 kids, their kids in particular, to put it one way.
all of them are, lovingly, nightmares when it comes to driving, and they give their parents a run for their money with how many ways they can be nightmares.
Aegon's a natural driver, he's just anxious as all hell, he has no trust in people or the rules of the road to actually keep him safe, he stalls and flounder's a lot, especially when crossing lanes of traffic to get somewhere. he's convinced driving is useless the first close call he experiences, cause this is just too dangerous and there are too many variables and people are stupid. but as time goes on and he is forced to drive more and more, his parents supporting him to just let himself get used to it, he begrudgingly goes for his permit and then his license, and while he's still an anxious driver, he doesn't mind it. (he likes driving late at night on back roads, cause there's never anyone out there). he definitely choked both his mum and his dad with his harsh stops, initiating the seat belt lock as they slam into them. Criston nearly lost it when Aegon stalled out on a 5-lane intersection, they don't like to talk about it.
Helaena is very literal when it comes to rules of the road. she's definitely like me when I first learned to drive, going exactly the speed limit, trying to drive straight by making sure her steering wheel is perfectly center instead of making little corrections here and there, so she ends up going more or less diagonally at times, a little heavy on the gas. plenty of things that makes her parent's anxious, especially cause a lot of people on the road get angry about her going "so slow". but once she gets the hang of it she's a good driver, though she prefer's to be a passenger princess, as she likes to be able to continue her daydreaming, and is a bit of a speed devil. definitely listens to audiobooks and bug documentaries in the car.
Aemond took forever to learn to drive, cause he not only had to learn the basics, but he had to learn to drive down an eye and with a bunch of driving accommodations. he's really committed and not all that bad at it, his parents anxiety mostly comes from the fact that he wants to drive a big ass truck and that he is a very confident driver with multiple large pinches of road rage. it's a lot less of them trying to teach him to drive, he picked that up over night, it's trying to keep him from committing vehicular manslaughter.
Daeron, like always, as he was raised by his siblings, picked up both the best and worst of them. He's very all or nothing, he's either going smooth and fast or slamming the breaks, super focused or his head's in the clouds, can be very apologetic on the road, but if he gets pushed around too much, he's going nuclear. he's truly their source of grey hairs, after Aemond, they make him wait till like... 18 or 19 to actually get his license, and it isn't helped by the fact that he's the baby of the family, so they're naturally a little overprotective. funnily enough, when him and his siblings are doing things they probably shouldn't, he's the designated driver, even prior to him getting his license (just wait till Alicole finds out they're going to have a stroke).
the kids all stressed them out, but they love them.
Bonus: The kids and their cars.
Aegon has an older Volvo sedan, it might have been golden at one point, but the paints worn to hell, so it's now a yellowy silver color, its like his baby, not in like... a car fanatic way, but in the teenage boy with his first care type of way... there's a difference I swear. its got black leather interior that he takes care of like his life depends on it, the passenger seat is only clean of trash for his sweet sister, the outside is all sorts of dinged and scratched (mostly prior to getting it) but he still takes it to get washed every two weeks, spends an hour in the self help section vacuuming it out and using all the sprays and tools. he defintly has to do a little dance to get it driving but he refuses to get rid of it till after the babes come and they need to upsize (he kept it and planned to give it to his kids when they got older, ignoring the fact it was pothole away from crapping out).
Helaena has a white kia soul, probably from the early 2000s. she saw it at a used car lot and liked 'face' it had (I think those cars look sorta... buggy? Idk I'm not a car person, it just felt like a car she'd float towards). takes good care of it, but isn't like Aegon. she keeps it clean, gets it cleaned once a month or two, and decorates the hell out of it. Crocheted steering wheel wrap, seat belt covers, seat covers, things to hang from her rear view mirror and hand holds, etc. (all the kids had her make ones for them too) and they're all bug/nature themed.
Aemond has a huge green truck, I'm talking diesel 4-door, you have to use the footstep to get into it and even then you need to like, pull on the seat to give yourself enough momentum. this thing is his baby, in the car freak sorta way. its getting cleaned every week, he puffs it and waxes it and does all that weird 30 different products, 12 microfiber towels, and a blood sacrifice shit car guys do. it has extra mirrors for him so he can see easier.
Daeron has a jeep, his car's newer, does basic upkeep on it, but is a little rough. he likes taking her (he definitely refers to his car as 'her' and 'she' and 'my girl') off road, likes taking his dog with him (mentioned in a previous post, he has a dalmatian) after going on hikes and to watering holes. she's seen some shit, is covered in a perpetual layer of dirt and dog hair, but he loves it. keeps the top of 90% of the year. his dog is his passenger princess. his siblings sit in the back 9/10 if Tess (his dog) is with them. only person who gets the dog booted is his mom and dad, and later on once they've grown a bit, his niece and nephew's. (I do think Daeron would be the sibling to fix up an older sports car, but I can't decide on what he would pick to fix up)
#I relate to Daeron on a spiritual level#but I also relate to Aegon#lmaooooo#this was literally so funny!!!!#Criston and Alicent are just nervous recks when it comes to Aegon driving and even Daeron#Daeron is having the time of his life and going wayyyyy over the speed limit#Aegon is a sweating mess and Criston tried to offer to take over but Aegon refused
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How they kiss you!
Tbhk males! Ft. Hanako, Kou and Mitsuba!
Note: all characters are aged up (which means 18+!) don’t worry and I’m not gonna tell minors to not read because let’s be honest, it doesn’t stop them. So enjoy!
Hanako!
- Hanako is a perv let’s be honest.
- If Hanako wants a kiss but you guys are in public he’ll drag you somewhere and make out with you
- Hanako likes puts both his hands on your waist while kissing you for some reason
- He also likes when you two have a steamy make out session with tongue, especially when there’s a string of saliva that connects your tongues together
- Will smile after he kisses you watching you as your hands are on his chest and tears pearl in the corner of your eyes from the lack of air during the kiss
- If you’re the shy kind of get flustered easily he’ll tease you for it
“Hm? You look so cute when you blush darling!~”
- Sometimes he’ll try kissing you in front of the others to try and make you flustered
- If you’re eating something sweet like candy for example, he’ll kiss you and move the candy inside his mouth instead!
- Sometimes he’ll just play with the candy in your mouth for a bit n put it back inside your mouth leaving you a blushing squirming mess
“Hehe! You’re so cute darling! Come here I want a kiss!~”
Kou!
- Loves to kiss with tongue as well but also likes to bite your bottom lip with his teeth
- Loves making out with you in private
- If you two do it in public or in front of his brother, he’ll be a flustered, nervous reck
- Kou loves to have his hands on your cheeks while kissing you
- Kou loves when you kiss him after a battle, it makes him happy to know you’re still alive even if you’re both sweaty
- Sometimes you guys cook together in his home and get carried away making out
- You guys got caught by Teru who just stared at you shocked before walking away leaving both of you flustered with Kou running behind him to explain while you check up on the food
“U-Um-… W-Wait it’s not what it l-looks like T-Teru!-“
“But it was though….”
“Babe I love you but you’re not helping the situation. *sigh*”
- If Kou wants a kiss he’ll ask you and if you say yes YIPPEE! But if you say no he’ll pout till you give in and give him one
“Please Babyyyy I want a kisssss~” *he whines*
Mitsuba!
- The first time you tried kissing him he called you a pervert but soon kissed you back
- Mitsuba loves making out with you but if you two get caught he’ll become flustered and say you started it
- He loves when you put your hands on his chest while his are on your waist and cheek
- If you drag him off to somewhere private he’ll joke around and say something like “what are you gonna do to a cute ghost like me you pervert!”
- When he wants a kiss he’ll say things like “I wish someone would kiss me..”
- He’ll stare at you as you stare back confused and he’s like
“I’m talking about you dumbass! Come kiss me already!”
- Even tho Mitsuba might call you every name under the sun he loves you sm
- If you’re the sensitive type and get hurt by what he says, he’ll kiss you and tell you he doesn’t mean anything that he says
“W-Wait I didn’t mean that-… I was just k-kidding! C-Come here…”
- loves when you sit on his lap to make out with him, this is when he’ll deepen the kiss by adding tongue and holding your hips
As mentioned above all characters are 18+ so don’t attack me ty and don’t be afraid to request a character from a fandom! I’ll write it as long as Ik it! Like for example from me to you, mob psycho 100 etc!
Mwah! <3
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ella was on edge. she had been a nervous reck all week, ever since she found out that this was the weekend that she was going to be meeting your family for the first time. she was trying to downplay it by saying that she wasn't nervous but you could see straight through that false persona she was acting out.
you had met ella's family, a few months into you and ella dating — it being after one of the derby games and considering they lived in manchester and the pair of you were playing for united well let's just say you had clicked very fast.
you were nervous the first time you met her family — it was a normal thing so you totally understood why she was acting the way she was.
you had the job all week of constantly assuring ella that she had nothing to worry about, your parents had heard all about ella — they felt as if they already knew everything about the brunette without even fully meeting the girl properly.
hearing the way you talk about the girl and how much adored her, and all the small little cute things ella would do for you to make you feel like the most special girl in the world. they had heard it all and to point out the obvious your whole family were also football fans so at least you would all have something to talk about over dinner.
your also had two brothers, tommy who was the oldest out the three of you by 2 years always trying to take the role of being the boss and then there was your younger brother lewis who had just turned 19 and behind you was probably the biggest football fan in the family.
your brothers both didn't and refused to believe you at first when you said that you were signing for united they thought you were just playing into the silly rumours that the transfer pages were spreading about you at the time.
even after the multiple instagram posts on the united's official instagram page with you being in the official kit they for some reason wouldn't believe you. you knew they were just doing it to wind you up and it was times like those that made you really wish you were an only child.
your mum and dad — specifically your mum who you were adamant was more excited to finally meet ella in person then she was to see her own daughter.
ever since you let it slip that you had a girlfriend over the phone just a few weeks into your relationship with ella, you had been bombarded with messages from both parents asking when they would finally meet her in person.
you on the other hand were excited for your two worlds to finally meet not having seen your parents in 3 months since they were last able to find the time to get down to manchester to watch you play as they lived in london
which did make it difficult for them to watch but you knew they were always your biggest supporter weather they were in attendance or not.
you had been waiting for this day to come for what felt like years having to reschedule many times due to last minutes meetings, training camps, match days or press days it had become quite difficult to even set out a day and part of you at one point was convinced it would never happen.
you wanted your parents to meet ella properly and not on the side of a pitch in the porting rain while you both looked tired and longed for nothing but a warm shower.
so when the idea of your family finding a few spare days where they were able to come up and stay with you and your beloved girlfriend and even the plus side of watching you play again in person seemed like the perfect way.
after just getting out of the shower, you were drying your hair as the door of your shared room flung open as ella waltzed in and you could tell her mind was racing.
"what's wrong, darling?" you asked turning the hair dryer off, and swinging around in the vanity chair to face ella who had flopped down on the bed face first, letting a huge dramatic sigh out.
"nothin'" she mumbled out, it being blurred out by the fact she was talking into the bed sheets. a small giggle left your lips at the sight of her dramatics.
"love c'mon, your gonna be fine!" you said moving the chair closer to the bed, pulling at her ankles to pull ella down the bed as she groaned trying to move back up the bed.
ella turned over onto her back, "i am fine, i'm cool, calm and collected!" she sat up and flashed you a smile before crashing back into the sheets her hands going up to cover her face, a loud groan coming from her as she did so.
"so which one was that cool, calm or collected?" you joked earning yourself a roll of the eyes from the brunette as you moved off the chair and onto your shared bed lying down next to ella.
a big huff was heard from beside you as her hands dropped from her face and turned her head to you, "i've decided i can't meet your parents" ella says talking quicker then you can comprehend what she is actually saying — here we go again.
"what? why this time?" you ask, this being the hundredth time it felt that she was trying to get out of meeting your family.
"i just can't, i'll just say up here and you can tell them i'm-" footballers these days not only dramatic on the pitch but even more dramatic off the pitch and over the smallest of things ever.
you cut her off, "els! baby you'll be fine they love you already and they haven't even met you properly, plus i don't think my mum will be happy if she turns up and your not here with me — she more excited to see you then she is me!" you told her as a small smile crept onto her face.
"she is?" she asks, seeming surprised by you saying that.
"yes! every message i get from her always involves your name too — how are you and ella, don't forget to tell ella i said hi all that jazz, half the time she doesn’t even ask about me!" you said telling her only a few of the messages your received on the daily from your mum.
it sometimes amazes you how she can be so calm over playing a match in front of thousands of people but then can go to acting like a scared child over meeting your parents.
"oh.." she mumbled that seemingly put some ease to her nerves.
a silence crept over the two of you as your wrapped your arm over ella's waist, "what?" you asked feeling ella's eyes staring at you.
"nothin’ you just look pretty" she shook her head, rolling over so that she hovered over you looking at you with nothing but adoration even if your hair was half dry and half wet in ella's eyes you always looked beautiful.
a small giggle left your lips as you hummed in response your eyebrows lifting a little, "wait a second" ella said still hovering over you this time a little closer to your face.
"why?"
"i just need-" she cut herself off by closing the distance between the two of you, pressing you a little deeper into the white sheets as her lips locked with yours delivering a bruisingly passionate kiss. "-to do this" the brunette breathed out finishing her sentence while giving you a moment to catch your breathe.
just as her hand gripped your jaw and tugged your mouth to meet hers again. you couldn't help but moan into her mouth as she pressed her body closer to yours her knee pressing teasingly into you as she slipped her tongue in and swirled it around.
the midfielder knowing exactly how to rile you up as she sucked down hard on your bottom lip as your head pressed into the bed further with a beefy whine.
not even giving you a moment to process anything she pulled away and lips instead began to move down towards your neck pressing small and soft kisses as she did so.
her affections were clearly needy and messy as her fingers snuck up the inside of your t-shirt, her strong hands flattening against the bare skin and pushing you harder into the bed so she felt your and contract and tense under her every touch.
"els-" you mumbled out against her lips pulling away from her as best you could, "i need to finish getting ready" you said as ella pulled away resting her head on your shoulder.
"can we not just stay like this" she asks as she wraps her arms around your waist holding you tight as she places a small kiss behind your ear.
"as much as i would love too, me and you both know we can't" you smile kissing her forehead as she lifts up off you as you stood up to go back to drying your hair before it became too frizzy knowing it wouldn't be long until your parents and brothers would be here.
"wait, love-" ella began but before you even gave her a chance to get her worry out you stopped her.
"love, stop stressing. i'm not feeding you to the lions i'm gonna be there with you, holding your hand if you want me too!" you teased reaching over to squeeze her knee in reassurance as you got back to doing what you were previously doing beforehand.
as ella whispered that she was going to watch tv downstairs, placing a kiss to your cheek before leaving you to get ready in peace.
after getting ready you went downstairs to find ella sat on the couch her leg bouncing up and down, flinching at any sudden movement thinking it was the sound of the door.
when there was a knock at the door, she jumped up following you to the door like a little lost puppy
"oh thank god this is your house!" your brother sighed with relief walking straight into your home, not saying hello to you but instead making sure to introduce themselves to your girlfriend — at this point you were sure they had only come to see her. you could leave in that moment and they probably wouldn't even notice.
"hi tommy!" you said blankly, watching as he walked down your hallway throwing his arm up at an attempt to wave, you turning your attention to your parents and younger brother who had his headphones in looking down at his phone probably not even realising that you had opened the door.
moving out the way for your parents to be able to walk in the door with there luggage, which you just moved to one side. "hi mum" you smiled, wrapping your arms around her.
"oh my little girl, you look so grown up! manchester must be treating you well!" her smile couldn't get any bigger seeing her daughter follow her dreams and to be living happy was truly beautiful to her.
"hi dad!" you greeted him, hugging him too as your mum went over and engulfed ella into a big hug and said her hellos too.
"hi buttercup" he said, the old nickname which he gave you when you were little, only because you had a little patch in your garden back in london which used to grow buttercups and when you were little you would always pick them and bring them to mainly your dad but also your mum. so your dad gave you the nickname and ever since it had just stuck.
you rolled your eyes turning around knowing ella would tease you about the nickname your family had for you, "don't even" you pointed to her as ella raised her hands in defence as she tried her best not to laugh.
you went and said your hellos to your younger brother, lewis who had now realised that you were stood in front of him and the two of you caught up a little alongside tommy who had finished raiding you kitchen cupboards for now, and finally came over to say hello as it gave you a chance to find the in and outs of what they had been doing since the last time you saw them as ella spoke with your parents.
"you make our little buttercup so happy, she's told us all about you!" you heard your dad say as he had now made himself comfy in your living room.
"only good things i hope, but i definitely got lucky!" ella said sitting down opposite your mum and dad, looking over at you a big grin appearing on her face as you walked into the room.
she did believe that she got lucky and she had never been the one to believe in 'the one' or 'soulmates' or anything like that but she definitely believed that you and her were soulmates.
you sat down next to ella your arm wrapping around her shoulders pulling her closer to you. your brothers having been left to their own devices in your kitchen, more than likely raiding your cupboards after guilt tripping you: "but y/n it was such a long journey!" in there stupid sappy voice.
"so ella-" your dad began however was cut off by your two brothers coming in arms filled with pretty much every snack they could of possibly of found in your kitchen.
"seriously!" you had cut your dad off, as your two brothers sat on the couch next to your parents, releasing the snacks from their arms. "your not very good at hiding the crisps by the way" lewis smiled, your favourite crisps that you had been saving for a cheat day in his arms.
"i actually hate you- but anyways this is my older brother tommy.." you pointed out to the boy who already had his mouth filled with popcorn as he smiled over to ella, a little hi and wave coming from him.
"and my annoying little brother lewis" you smiled sarcastically towards lewis who shrugged digging into your crisps.
"ella, you could have done so much better than the mug that is my sister!" lewis said, receiving a flap to the back of his head by your dad as you rolled your eyes at your brother, ella just laughing along with the joke.
"she's not all that bad" ella joked, receiving a small dig to the ribs from your as she held onto her side a whisper of an ow coming from the brunette.
the next hour was spent, talking as your mum and dad got to know ella better - even though they didn’t think that was possible because of how much you had already told them over the phone. but with that came with the embarrassing story’s from your childhood and your brothers winding you up.
with that came along the football talk which went on for hours but something you didn’t mind talking about at least it saved you from any more embarrassing stories being told but nevertheless your smile never left your face, as watching your girlfriend interact with your family and get along with so well was all you could ask for in life.
“have you come to help or be a distraction?” ella giggled as she was helping your mum dish up the dinner you had prepared earlier, as you had wandered into the kitchen wrapping your arms around the ella’s waist.
“i always help!” you sighed rested your head on her shoulder as your mum scoffed jokingly. “no the boys aren’t sharing the controller!” you frowned as both your mum and ella began to laugh.
“you didn’t really think you were gonna get a chance of playing when they haven’t played on fifa for the whole journey here!” your mum said looking at you with raised eyebrows as your frown deepened and a big huff coming from you.
“well i thought you know because it’s MY house-“ you began as ella coughed, “sorry OUR house, that they would give me a go on my games!” you complained as ella shook her head at your complaints.
“it’s okay you play on it tomorrow” ella reassured, turning to kiss you on the cheek. as you stayed clinged to your girlfriends waist, your hands wandering up her united hoodie she was wearing.
“i love you baby, but can you let go cause i can’t move” ella whispered in your ear, putting down the spoon she was using to dish up food on the counter and gently prying your hands away from her bare skin. pecking you quickly on the lips as ella moved to where your mum was at the other side of the kitchen.
“can you go and tell your brothers and your dad that dinner is ready?” you mum asked as you stood leaning against the counter dipping your finger in the pudding ella had been making.
mumbling a yes as you retreated from the kitchen, groaning internally at the thought of having to pull them away from the game - knowing it would take a while.
you walked into the living room, all three of them with controller, part of you was contemplating standing there and seeing how long it would actually take for them to notice you but then again you would most likely be stood there all night!
instead you flapped lewis on the head with a cushion, “what-“ he said screaming as tommy and your dad looked behind them where you were stood beginning to laugh. “you joking, i’ve just lost because of you!” as lewis threw the controller to the side of the couch.
“boo hoo, karma for not letting me play!” you sarcastically smiled, “dinners ready by the way” as you walked out the room hearing them complain to each other how the other actually won.
Your dad and brothers coming into the dining room almost seconds after you, as your brothers both looked at each, “did you cook?” they ask almost in sync as you nodded confused at what they were trying to get at.
"yeah, i'm no longer hungry" tommy says as you gasp as ella and your parents are stifling their laugh.
“i’ll have you find, i’m a very good cook. aren’t i els?” you said, actually taking offence to what your brothers said. looking over at ella for back up as she hesitantly agreed.
you scoffed, "you can all starve for all i care then!"
sitting down at the table next to ella, as small talk began inbetween eating the food you had made. the odd topic about life in manchester and what yours and ella’s future plans were — which when brought up you didn’t really know what to say.
of course you and ella had talked about eventually getting married, starting a family but right now everything was perfect. nothing needed to be added and nothing needed to change. everything was perfect.
“i hate to admit this but that was actually quite nice” tommy admitted, finishing his meal you had made after he insulted your cooked, lewis and your parents both agreeing.
ella already knew what you had made was going to be nice considering you make it quite often for the two of you — usually on your recovery days.
“told you!” you smile to yourself in satisfaction - there was no better feeling than proving someone wrong but the someone being your brothers made it that little bit sweeter.
“definitely better than the cake you made for mum on mother’s day when you put salt instead of sugar in it” you dad poked fun, as the memory came back to you. your smile disappearing as quick at it came.
“in my defence i was fifteen” you defended yourself as you could hear ella beside you giggling. it was generally a honest mistake because which idiot even decided to put the salt bowl and the sugar bowl next to each other? someone was bound to get them mixed up and it just happened to be you.
“here was me about to ask you to make me a cake for my birthday!” ella joked, her hand resting on your thigh as she leant into you laughing along side your family.
before you joined in. you couldn’t stay mad at ella. you two worlds had jelled just the way you hoped and that was enough, even if it meant you would be the butt of some jokes but you couldn’t win every battle.
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alessia finally got over your fear i see?
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-> ellatoone what? i wasn’t scared?
-> yourusername mhm keep telling yourself that baby
lewis91 hello ella👋🏻
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-> ellatoone you sound like a bot?
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Slasher’s in bed HCs, ( 3 Slashers ).
Hello, this is my first fanfic on my blog so the writing won’t be as good (aside from it also turning out bad because I’m half asleep). But, 18+ themes will be up ahead and Gender neutral reader. Slashers being ‘used’ : Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, and Billy Lenz.
REQUESTS : OPEN
Bubba Sawyer
Even if Bubba did the terrifying things he does, he is still a sweet and innocent soul. So, when you had suggested to take things ‘further’ into your relationship he became a stammering, dark-red, nervous reck.. “Why would they suggest that”, was all he could think when you suggested ‘that’.
Though, he was nervous, he still gave in. As he wanted to make you as happy as ever and give you as much love as he could, resulting in you two having a ‘moment’ in the small bedroom you two shared.
When you two were getting ‘ready’ and undressed in front of him, Bubba couldn’t help but just examine and stare at your body, like if it was some beautiful peace of art that could easily please the eye. “ So beautiful “ was all he could think the moment he saw you drop your pants down to your ankles.
Bubba is an absolute mess when it came to the part where he had to undress himself, being dark red and holding his hands to his mask. As if he was hiding himself from you.. Resulting in you having to help him take off his clothes, which was a lot of work from how much he would squirm.
Soon enough, you two started to share a moment together.. Lying on your back on the small bed as Bubba took himself upon you, his hands holding themselves up on the sides of the bed.
Bubba is really sweet and gentle with you when it came to actually doing ‘it’ , entering you very slowly and giving you a few minutes to adjust to his thick size. And soon giving you slow thrusts
Bubba is showering you in kisses the whole time. Planting soft kisses on your cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone and everything he could reach from the position he is in.
Bubba is a little loud, from how much he moans, squeals, groans, etc. Poor Bubba just can’t handle the new feeling, he feels pleasure, excitement and love for you.
Bubba is a little touchy, as he slowly gets the habit of running his hand up and down your small body. Wondering how you could take his size and why exactly do you feel so much pleasure, but also enjoying the feeling of your soft skin grazing against his rough palms.
Aftercare from Bubba is just precious. He soon finishes and immediately curls himself up to you and covers the two of you with a blanket, as he runs his hands through your hair while he makes soft humming noises against your neck.. After your cuddle session finishes and you calm yourself, Bubba will clean you up and give you a new pair of clothes. (Which is always a shirt of his and nothing else, but you don’t complain much because of how comfortable they are).
Brahms Heelshire
When you first suggested taking things ‘further’ in your relationship with Brahms, he was immediately shocked at this suggestion as he never expected the relationship to come to ‘this’. All Brahms could think was “Are you lying?” Or “What?!”.. But as soon as you confirmed you wanted to do such activities he immediately became an excited mess.
Brahms didn’t hesitate one bit as he answered to your suggestion with a firm, “Yes.. Please.” , which resulted in you heading to the guest room in the house to have your special ‘moment’.
As the two of you got ‘ready’ to have this special moment, you sat on-top of the soft cushions that were placed on the bed and Brahms quickly followed behind you and sat right next to you.. Slowly placing his hand on you thigh and leaning into you, sharing a (messy) passionate kiss with you. All he could do was run his hands over your thighs and up your stomach the more he leaned into the kiss.
Brahms soon finished the kiss, but slowly started to tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling he wanted it off.. And now. Which soon turned into him being fully naked as Brahms lied you down and placed a pillow right under your lower back.
Soon enough, you got comfortable by the pillow which was placed on your back by Brahms but this relaxation soon was interrupted as Brahms started to run his hands up your thighs and onto your knees, ‘using’ them to spread your legs open to him. Brahms held tight at your ankles so you wouldn’t dare to move and interrupt him.
Brahms is a little messy and rough when he does ‘this’, placing his tip right at your hole and not hesitating to immediately thrust into you. Moaning loudly as he does.
Brahms is very touchy, running his rough palms up and down your gentle skin. Touching at your ankles, shins, knees and thighs which he always made sure to give a hard squeeze just so he could hear those gasps that came out of you every-time he did so.
Brahms is extremely loud, from how much he moans and groans, such words as “Do.. So you like what I’m doing to you?” , “So so.. Good”, and “Mmmmmoree!” Coming out of his mouth while he thrusts inside of you, being sloppy in his pace as he just wants to get the best angle. He is practically begging for more even if he is having everything he could possibly have.
Brahms is extremely needy and controlling, begging at you to moan and talk to him from how much he loves the way your voice sounds when you’re in this situation. But controlling with you body, pulling at your ankles for you to moan his name or simply to bring you closer to him.
Aftercare from Brahms is not heaven or hell, it’s just ‘right’.. Brahms soon finishes when you finally get some ‘relief’, and immediately crawls up to you and holds you tight in his arms.. Wanting every last drop of attention from you. Kissing at your face so you could do the same back until he finally falls asleep in your arms.
Billy Lenz
You and Billy were sitting on your bed as he lied his head on your lap and had his hands above his head and holding right up to the sides of your hips, giving them light squeezes which in someway made you bring up the suggestion of do ‘that’. As soon as the words you spoke to him about being intimate, Billy practically perked up and a smile crept up on his face. All he could think was the nasty thoughts that built up in his head.
Billy immediately said yes, as he shook his head, bumping his head up against your lap. “Yes! .. Yes yes YES! Billy is so nasty.” He babbled at you as he quickly sat up and pulled you down, resulting in this ‘moment’ starting.
As you got ready for the ‘moment’ to share with Billy, you started to take off your clothes which made Billy practically drool at just the sight of your bare skin being shown to him, and him only. He was staring at you like you were a whole-course meal and he was a starving man about to dig in.
Billy soon gets out of his trance which was caused by your body and he follows your steps, clawing at his dark green sweater to take it off (practically ripping it in pieces in the process). And tugging down his pants, soon stepping to you and lying you down to start his ‘work’.
Soon enough the special moment starts as he places his hands on your ankles and pulls your legs apart so you could spread for him, Billy looks like a rapid animal about to prance at their prey when he takes in the sight you are presenting to him. You could see drool building up at the small cracks of his mouth as he starts to stick his tongue out.
As you brace yourself and close your eyes, feeling some relaxation come to you, it immediately gets interrupted by Billy. Who quickly places his tongue on your hole and gives it long and wet licks, groaning and huffing as he does..
He is an absolute mess! Drooling all over your hole and huffing onto you, he was hungry for you from how much he imagined doing these things to you. He’s lapping his tongue right at your hole and sometimes sticking it in just to tease or even taste you.
Billy is extremely touchy, running his hands all over the places he could reach.. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading on the soft skin that ran along them and giving them squeezes every time you would moan, (he loves the sounds of your moans, knowing he is the cause of all of your loud noises).
Billy is quite loud from how much he is moaning, groaning, and huffing.. “Mmmmuhh.. Tasty!” , “Billy is so.. nasty!” , “Little piggy is moaning just for me!” Is some of the things he is telling you or just moaning out in general while he licks you in a quick pace.
Billy is very sexual with you and just like he says, nasty. Rolling his eyes back as he licks at you and tastes you, his eye twitching slightly at every moan you let out, shoving his head into you, saying the nastiest things to you, or simply just being as sloppy as he could be. Whilst he runs his hand down to dick, giving it soft strokes which just makes him go more crazy for you
Aftercare from Billy is not so much from what you expected from him.. He does give effort though! As soon as you finish on his face he quickly licks up all the juices you left on him and soon cleans himself and you up with his tongue, after he ‘cleans you up’. He crawls up and ontop of you and gives you a messy kiss before getting up and putting a blanket over you, until he finally walks away so he could go back to his little hiding space. Leaving you curdled up in a blanket and panting from what he had just done.
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You Agian
Spencer Reid x reader
Spencer gets out of prison and the first person he goes to see is you.
Smut, pinv, slight breeding kink, choking kink, pet names, crying, talk of prison.
Your phone sits on the kitchen table buzzing under the loud music that plays in yours and Spencer’s shared apartment not hearing it.
You clean the floors, windows, sheets, pillows, everything head to toe. Your usual nervous reck cleaning. You haven’t heard from him in 3 days and last time that happens he had gotten inderservallce.
You sigh putting your head against the mantle and turn the music down the feeling of wanting to cry coming up but not actually any tears fall.
You hear a small buzzing coming from the other room as you walks twoards your phone seeing Penelope.
“Hey.” You say
“God finnaly!! Spencer got out of prison today! I’ve been trying to reach you!” She says frantically your body freezes as you hear her words.
“Yeah we was supposed to come by and talk to Hotch but he’a not here-“ the sound of keys rattling and the door opening makes you hang up the phone and slowly walk out of the room to your front room.
The tall genius your so in love with back faces you as he hangs up his jacket. He turns to find you in his eye sight. And a smile immediately forms on his face but is taken away by your sob. You run over to him hugging him throwing your arms around his neck he pulls you into him his arms hugging your waist. Hurrying his head into your neck inhaleing the scent he’s missed for so long.
“Your home!” You sob out he pulls back only for you to share a kiss deep and longing although it gets more passionate as he picks you up your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands against your back. Your fingers run through his hair longer than before the stubble against his face brushing against yours.
He walks you both to your room laying you down against the bed the fresh plush sheets engulfing you with warmth as his kisses move down your neck.
“S-Spence wait..” you say he pulls back looking at you.
“Arnt you supposed to be with hotch?” You ask gasping as you feel his large hand move up your side under your shirt.
“Yes..” he says placing kisses on you neck and face.
“Y-your team needs you.” You reply feeing his hand move down your front unbuttoning your pants.
“But I need you.” He says into your neck leaving a kiss. You completely melt to him pulling his face up to you kissing his lips. His hips rest between yours. Grinding against you letting you feel how hard he already is because of you.
You moan into the kiss as he pulls your shirt up and over your head and then discarding of your bra.and pulling off his shirt briefly pulling his lips away for you before letting them rest inbetween your breasts his large hand taking one in palm and giving it a squeeze as his kisses move down your stomach.
He scrambled to pull of your pants and underwear along with his. His large erect never standing ready for your wet cunt. The man you missed for 3 months. His sent, his feel, his voice, everything about him. You can’t help but feels tears in your eyes as his lips kiss down you neck and hands run across your body. As if trying to get as much of you in as he can before he has to leave again.
You try your best to hold it in but you can’t tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you whimper holding back a sob. Spencer looks up to you seeing you now crying worried that he did something to bring this up. He knows that you missed him but he wonders if something else is wrong.
“Hey..” he places his hand on your cheek wiping your cheek with his thumb.
“Y/n? Baby?” He asks looking into your eyes worried.
“What’s wrong?”
You shake your head no pulling him down in a kiss but he pulls back after your lips touch.
“No no no look at me. What’s wrong?..” he asks
“Y-you’re going to leave again.” You cry. He presses his lips against your forehead head kissing you and shaking his head.
“No…no I’m not. I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving you ever again.” He says pressing his forehead against yours.
“B-but the team and h-Hotch.” You sniff wiping your face
“I’m only going to Hotch to tel him I’m resigning I can’t be away from my girl that long anymore.” He says and he’s telling the truth over the years of working for the bau the only expenses he’s ever had was rent and food. The next one is an engagement ring for you but he has plenty of money put away enough to last you both three lifetimes and he wants to spend them with you.
“I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much for that. We can stop if you want” He says you nod.
“I love you too. I don’t want to stop I want you.” You say he nods his heart skipping a beat as you shift your hips your cunt hitting his dick. He pulls back a bit and lines himself up slowly pushing into you.
Tighter than you both remember. Being celibate for 3 months after fucking almost every time he’d have a day off. You’ve forgotten just how large your boyfriend is.
You gasp as he enters you your nails digging to his back as he slowly moves his hips back and forth letting you get used to him. Almost feeling like a virgin all over again.
Completely settled in you he begins to move tougher.
“F-fuck I missed you.” He groans out his hand gripping your breast. He surprises you a bit with how rough he’s being but you absolutely adore it you know that prison can change someone but never knew it can make them this horny.
“Y-yes spence ah!” You moan
“What? Like that?” He asks moaning out as he drives deeper into you making your back arch and moan. He grips your hips ramming into you. Watching your fucked out expression from where your connected.
You reach out your hand finding his and bringing it up to your neck. He takes the hint and wraps his hand around your throat pressing. Something you’ve only done once but that once you couldn’t get it out of your head.
He chuckles “you like that baby? Hmm? When I fucking choke you out?” He asks kissing your cheek
“Ngh y-yes!” You moan his other hand moves down rubbing your clit with his thumb sending you over the edge making you clench around him. He sharply inhaled at your movement.
“S-shit” he gasps continuing his action as you cum around him.
“F-fuck yes, like that, cum for me.” He says moving his hand off your neck kissing you as you whimper and squirm under him he pulls up your leg over his shoulder drilling into you.
“I-in me please…please!” You whine your finger running through his hair knowing exactly what he likes.
“I wouldn’t do anything else baby.” He replies kissing your lips again as he cum his thrusts sloppy as he sits inside you allowing you to orgasam for the second time.
Completely happy you both make eye contact seeing each others blissed faces making you both laugh.
He pulls back pushing his hair out of his face. As he gets up
“S-stay there baby. Just like that.” He says leaning down to his pants pulling out his phone opening it and going to his camera holding it out taking a picture of you. Gorgeous to him absolutely ravishing. Your blushed body, hickey bruised body cunt seeping his cum. Fucking beautiful.
For that past year out of the four you’ve been together Spencer has taken a picture of you after every “session.” You we’re first skeptical about it but after realizing it helps him on long cases or when your working late, just being able to see what other people could never, makes you both happy. He frowns before putting his phone down coming back to you.
“I’m sorry for being gone too long.” He says kissing you neck which he accidentally bruised.
You shake your head no.
“It wasn’t you fault Spence..you’re here now.” You smile wrapping your arms around him.
“No i love it. Like a little necklace” you smile he chuckles after cleanup you up he comes back to you and climbs into bed, he carfully pulls up the covers over you and him as he pulls you close to him.
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I firmly believe in Virgin!König supremacy...Plus bottom!König as well
(CW: Slight allusions to sex....18+)
• This man is a virgin and you can't tell me otherwise. He was bullied all throughout his childhood just for being tall and has spent most of his time into the military since he was first able to sign up
• This isn't to say he hasn't dated anyone, though. He's had a few relationships but they never went as far as sleeping together.
• So when you start dating this behemoth of a man, he already knows how to treat you well. (I mean, just like with Soap, this dude was practically raised by women so there's a very slim chance he'd be a misogynistic asshole....)
• The first time you two do it, he's extremely afraid of accidentally hurting you. Especially if you're really shorter than him (like 5'4 or something) and a civilian. He's a 6'10 soldier, so yeah....of course he's gonna be afraid and be absolutely careful during this.
• With having no experience and his anxiety, he's gonna be an extremely sloppy nervous reck. The kisses? Sloppy. His thrusting? Sloppy and absolutely no rhythm. Except the feeling of finally being inside you is just way too much so he isn't going to last long at all, pulling out and cumming on the bed sheets within five to ten minutes of starting....
• He's apologizing profusely because he knows damn well you didn't get to cum. You tell him it's okay and to not worry about it. After comforting him and letting him cool down, he'll suggest doing it again but this time let you be on top; Show this soldier how it's done
• And you do just that. You get on top of König once he's down on his back, and you start riding him. The man is in absolute awe of how much better this feels. The fact a tiny little civilian like you has so much power over such a big beast of a soldier like him during an intimate moment like this only makes it hotter for him.
• Needless to say, this man is going to be wanting to be topped by you more often, enjoying the feeling of such a tiny thing like you having so much power over him way more than the other way around
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Compress/Repress | Chapter 2: Sister, Sister
Pairing: art donaldson x black!oc x patrick zweig, tashi duncan x black!oc (platonic)
Summary: As the summer of 06' winds down, Maya is anxiously prepping for a secret adventure: flying to New York to watch her half-sister Tashi compete at the Junior US Open. The only problem? She’s doing it behind her grandparents’ backs.
Word Count: 5k
Warning(s): minor challengers spoilers (if any?), mild cursing, a non american writing americans, self edited and no beta.
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BEL-AIR, CALIFORNIA – August 30, 2006
“Look, you’ve already got the plane tickets, right? And you’ve figured out how to get to LAX. You’re halfway there!” Tashi exclaimed. Her tone was light-hearted, like the gravity of the situation was no big deal, as if sneaking across the country wasn’t an act that could land Winston Pratt in the hospital.
It had been a year since they’d made their first connection—one impulsive friend request that had led to a secret sisterhood neither of them had anticipated. An outsider looking in would deduce them as a close-knit pair of sisters. Heck, maybe long-time best friends even. Now, they spoke almost every day—through texts, phone calls and sometimes in person, always careful to keep their connection hidden from their respective families.
Maya let out a low, breathy laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh. Like she was failing at convincing Tashi to change her mind and ditch the plan altogether. Her heart raced as she listened to Tashi’s voice echo through the receiver. Maya’s heart raced as she took in her sister’s words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling beneath her tummy.
“I know, I know.” Maya said as she paced between the four pastel walls of her room, her Paul Frank slippers gliding against the plush white rug.
“I can’t stop thinking about the worst-case scenario. Like what if I get human trafficked at the airport and the kidnappers want ransom. They’d freak!” She exclaimed, dramatically tossing her arms in the air.
“Oh my god, M!” Tashi blurted out, sounding both exasperated and amused at her sister’s active imagination. When her guard was down, Maya Pratt-Duncan’s true form always showed, she was an anxious nervous reck at the end of the day.
Maya shut her eyes and clutched her phone out of embarrassment as she heard Tashi's befuddled voice coming through on the other end. Despite being miles apart, she could almost see the jokes forming in Tashi’s mind.
“You watch too many movies,” Tashi quipped, trying to ease Maya's worries.
“They’re not going to find out,” She explained further, firm and unbothered, the usual confidence Maya admired in her spilling into every word. “You’ve got everything under control. This is our moment. And I want you there when I win.”
Maya made her way towards her bed, her suitcase laid bare on top as she prepared for tomorrow's flight. She carefully checked and rechecked all her belongings, her nerves still prickling despite Tashi's reassurance.
The thought of seeing her half-sister for the first time in action—on the court, in her element—made her heart flutter. But the idea of lying to her grandparents, Tabitha and Winston, weighed on her heavily. They had raised her, protected her, and shielded her from so much of the world. And now, here she was, planning to deceive them.
Maya's voice was soft and hushed, a small smile playing at the edge of her lips as she spoke. "I know you're going to win," she said, her words filled with admiration and confidence. "But...I've never done anything like this before, you know."
Tashi's laughter came through the other end of the phone, light and teasing. "Oh, come on, Maya. You're going to be just fine."
Maya couldn't help but bite her lip, a habit her grandmother couldn’t stand. "It's one thing meeting up at South Coast Plaza, but flying all the way to New York? That's a whole new level."
"Hey, trust me," Tashi reassured her. "You've got this."
“And besides, it's not like I've been completely innocent this whole time.” Tashi leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers fiddling with the telephone cord as she recounted one of their rebellious antics. “Remember that college party we went to? My dad definitely doesn't know about that!" Maya’s laughter echoed throughout her room as she reminisced about ditching the party in exchange for the local 7 Eleven at 2AM. Till this day she couldn't believe they had gotten away with it, but then again, Tabitha was under the impression that she was at UCLA college scouting.
A warm, genuine smile crept onto Maya's face as she listened to Tashi speak, feeling a sense of comfort and ease wash over her. Tashi had always been one to remain unfazed by anything--whether it be societal rules or the constant pressure of her successful tennis career. It was a trait that Maya both admired and secretly envied, wishing she could exude the same level of nonchalance in her own life.
“I just don’t want to mess this up,” Maya admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her words carrying a hint of vulnerability and uncertainty.
“You won’t,” Tashi reassured her, her tone softening. “Look, you’ve covered your tracks. You told your grandparents you’re staying with that friend of yours, right? The one with the gap in her teeth?”
Maya nodded, despite Tashi not being present to see her affirmation.
“Yeah, I told them I’m going to Reneé’s for the weekend,” She confirmed, biting her lip. “I mean, they’re really good friends with her family, but I still feel guilty.”
"Maya, listen to me. You have nothing to worry about. You're not doing anything wrong," Tashi insisted, her voice filled with conviction and confidence. “You’re just… bending the rules a little. It’s not like we’re committing a crime,” Tashi said, her voice filled with the kind of certainty Maya wished she could muster herself.
Maya paused, her mind swirling with Tashi's words. At the end of the day, she knew she had to do this. Her entire life had been spent following the strict rules and expectations set by her grandparents. They lived in a world of high society and legacy, where image was everything. But Tashi's world was different. Spending time with her free-spirited sister had taught Maya to break out of her shell and live in the moment. She longed to let go of Tabitha's expectations and just be herself. This trip was for her, and it would be the last time her grandmother's disapproval stood in the way of her desires. As she gazed at the open window ahead of her, she could feel a sense of freedom and adventure calling to her, beckoning her to embrace this new chapter in her life.
“Okay,” Maya said, taking a deep breath. “I’m doing it.”
"Hell yeah, you are!" Tashi's voice echoed through the phone, filled with pride and determination. Maya could practically picture her sister fist-pumping into the air. "Plane tickets aren't cheap, babe. But trust me, M. You're going to love New York City. It's vibrant, pulsing with energy." Tashi's words sparked a feeling of anticipation in Maya's chest. "And just wait till you see me on that court at the Open—I'm going to dominate."
"Now get some sleep and prepare for the most unforgettable weekend of your life," Tashi exclaimed with a wide grin.
They exchanged goodbyes, and after ending the call, Maya stared at her phone, still buzzing from the energetic conversation. She walked over to her window, gazing out at the dazzling skyline of Los Angeles as it shimmered under the night sky. The city lights twinkled like stars as a plane sawed the sky, beckoning her to join in on the fun. Her reflection in the glass appeared small and hesitant. Could she really go through with this? She had never been one to break rules or rebel – every decision she had ever made was with her grandparents' blessings. But this... this felt like stepping into a whole new world. A world where she could let loose and be free, even if just for a few days.
It’s just one weekend, she told herself. Just a couple of days. I can do this.
The Next Day
Now, most people would think the hard part was packing, right? How in the world do you fit a week's worth of clothes into a carry-on suitcase for a weekend trip? Well, lucky for Maya, that kind of job needed experience, and she’d been practicing for years. She had honed the art of over-preparing for every kind of situation—always with the perfect mix of practical essentials and stylish options, who cares if it ends up with you lugging around two suitcases in the middle of LAX. But packing was the easy part; it was everything that came after that was trickier.
The hard part was actually figuring out how to get out of the house without waking any suspicions. Maya knew her grandparents’ routine like the back of her hand; it helped that it hadn’t changed in years. Tabitha woke up every morning at 6:30 A.M. on the dot for her morning jog with "the girls"—her circle of wealthy friends who gossip as much as they power walk. Winston would follow shortly after, making his way down to the breakfast table with the morning newspaper already tucked under his arm. Ettie, the housekeeper, would be brewing a pot of Italian coffee for him. The whole ritual was so ingrained in the fabric of their household that Maya could practically set her watch by it.
Her grandmother always had a way of figuring out when Maya was up to something, so timing was crucial. If she was going to slip out unnoticed, she’d have to be long gone before Tabitha finished her jog. She calculated that the best window of opportunity was during those precious few minutes when Winston would be alone in the kitchen, sipping his coffee and absorbed in the day’s headlines. She’d leave a meticulously written note on the entryway table, some excuse about the early bird catching the worm and hope that would be enough to buy her a few extra hours.
Her heart racing, Maya reached the top of the grand staircase and paused. The entranceway below seemed impossibly vast; the polished marble floor gleaming under the faint light of dawn that streamed in through the stained-glass windows. A family portrait, prominently displayed by the foyer, seemed to gaze down at her—a beautiful oil painting of her grandparents, herself, and her late mother. Her mother’s soft eyes seemed to follow her every move as she cautiously descended the stairs, almost as if silently questioning her decision—Are you sure about this?
Maya tiptoed down the staircase, gripping the banister as if it might help her tread more lightly. The large grandfather clock in the hallway ticked steadily, the only sound breaking the quiet of the early morning. Her pulse quickened with every step, the echo of her shoes on the marble floor sounding far too loud in the stillness. She couldn’t risk alerting Ettie, who was always the first to rise before her grandparents. If Ettie caught her, there would be questions, and then she’d have to explain why she was up so early, where she was going, and why she had two packed suitcases for a sleepover with a family friend.
Her suitcase’s wheels glided silently over the marble floor as she made her way to the front door, keeping her movements slow and deliberate. She caught a glimpse of the kitchen down the hallway—Winston was already there, sitting at the breakfast table, absorbed in his newspaper. Her note, propped up against the sugar bowl, looked small and insignificant, and for a fleeting moment, Maya wondered if she should just go in and tell him the truth. But she quickly brushed that thought aside. There was no way they’d ever let her go if they knew where she was really heading.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the handle on the front door and slipped outside, closing it softly behind her.
A sharp gust of cool air struck Maya's face as soon as she stepped outside her front door, sending a shiver down her spine. The crispness of the early morning air seemed to whisper warnings in her ears, urging her to turn back while she still could. But Maya pushed the thoughts away with determination. She had made up her mind, and she wasn't going to let any doubts stop her.
In the pale light of dawn, Maya spotted Reneé's car sitting at the curb, its headlights cutting through the dimness like beacons. Reneé stood next to the driver's side door, wrapped in a thick jacket, her bonnet still on her head and rubbing her sleepy eyes. As soon as she saw Maya approaching, she perked up slightly, though her expression remained a mix of curiosity and concern.
Maya had always known she could count on Reneé, her best friend since childhood. They met in the most ridiculously “private school” way possible: at their elite academy’s spring fair. It was 1995, and six-year-old Maya was twirling around in a frilly lavender dress, sparkly shoes, and butterfly clips in her hair like a mini-Mariah Carey. Meanwhile, Reneé—awkward, with wild curls and a shiny new camcorder her parents bought to shut her up—was filming a “serious” documentary titled “Life Sucks When You’re Six".
The collision was inevitable. Reneé backed right into Maya, sending both of them sprawling. But instead of tears, Maya jumped up, adjusted her dress, and grinned. “Hey, can I be in your movie?” she asked, with all the confidence of a little girl who had just discovered Clueless. Reneé, who was usually more comfortable behind the camera than in front of people, couldn’t help but smile. From that moment on, they were inseparable—like two halves of a Spice Girls cassette tape.
Growing up in the same exclusive Los Angeles neighborhood, they were an unlikely pair, more like Cher Horowitz and Daria Morgendorffer at group sleepovers than your typical best friends. Maya was the girly girl: always perfectly put together, with glittery lip gloss and an impressive collection of Lisa Frank stationery. Reneé, on the other hand, had a style best described as “indie film director in training”—baggy overalls, thrifted T-shirts, and always a journal in hand to jot down her latest “brilliant” ideas. While Maya attended etiquette and ballet classes, Reneé was busy trying to figure out how to direct the next Godzilla movie.
Despite their differences, they shared everything: secrets, dreams, and even some epic middle school crushes. In Maya’s perfectly pink bedroom—walls covered in a fancy wallpaper imported from France and posters of NSYNC and fashion magazine cutouts neatly pinned on a cork board—they would lie on the floor and talk about how one day they’d move to New York City, where Maya would become the next It Girl and Reneé would direct films about “the real meaning of life” (whatever that meant at age twelve). In Reneé’s room, which was more of a creative chaos zone, they would brainstorm ideas for homemade movies, often starring Maya as a glamorous protagonist and Reneé providing the scene of what they thought a woman in her 20s would find themselves in
Their bond was unbreakable, forged through years of navigating the ups and downs of adolescence in a world where everyone seemed to have at least three vacation homes. They laughed at dumb celebrity gossip from TRL, whispered about grand plans that sounded straight out of Lizzie McGuire, and found ways to dodge the relentless expectations placed upon them by their parents. With Reneé by her side, Maya didn’t have to worry about being perfect; she could just be herself—even if “herself” meant spending a Friday night reenacting scenes from Titanic while Reneé filmed it as "performance art."
Even in the early morning light, Reneé’s voice was dripping with suspicion. "I can't believe you're actually up this early," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes and leaning against the car door. "This better be worth dragging me out of bed before sunrise. Did you finally get tired of the whole 'good girl' act and decide to run off with some older guy?"
Maya tossed her suitcase into the backseat, the car grumbling to life as she tried to sound casual. "What? No," she said, though her voice came out a little too defensive. "It’s just a quick trip. I’ll be back by Monday." But she couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest at the thought of how close she was to getting caught.
Reneé raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing like a gossip columnist sniffing out a juicy scandal. "Right. 'Quick trip' is exactly what I’d say if I were meeting some mysterious silver fox." Her tone was teasing, but there was an unmistakable glint of curiosity in her eyes.
Maya forced out a laugh, shaking her head as she slid into the passenger seat. "Please. If I were running away to meet some older guy, I’d at least wait until I was done with high school. And I’d have a way better cover story."
Reneé leaned over the steering wheel, still eyeing Maya like she was trying to solve a mystery. "Uh-huh. But I’ve known you long enough to tell when something’s up, and you’re not exactly packing like someone who's just 'going to visit a friend.' Spill it, Maya. What’s really going on? Did you get seduced by some rich guy who swept you off your feet at one of those boring charity events? Because honestly, that sounds kind of romantic. Also, kind of reckless, but still romantic."
Maya fumbled with the seatbelt, her pulse quickening. She couldn’t exactly tell Reneé that she was sneaking away to New York to meet the half-sister she’d only found out about a year ago. That kind of revelation was way too fragile, too precious to expose to anyone else’s opinions—not even Reneé’s. "I’m fine," she said, a little too quickly. "I just… needed to get out of here for a few days before the semester starts. You know, clear my head or whatever."
Reneé rolled her eyes but started the car, steering them down the empty streets. "Okay, sure. But if I find out you ran off with some guy who’s old enough to have his own yacht, I’ll say I told you so."
The car cruised through the dimly lit streets; the city still wrapped in the quiet of early morning. Reneé reached over and switched on the radio, landing on a station playing an old Britney Spears song. "Oh my God, remember when we did that dance routine to this?" she exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face. "Come on, Maya, don’t leave me hanging. Sing it like you mean it!"
Maya’s laughter bubbled up despite the tension she was carrying, and she joined in. As they belted out the chorus together, it was easy to forget, just for a moment, where she was headed and the secrets she was keeping. For those few minutes, it felt like they were back in middle school again, planning sleepovers and giggling about silly crushes. But as the song faded, reality crept back in, and Maya’s thoughts returned to the trip ahead.
The car rumbled to a stop at the departure terminal, and Maya took a deep breath, bracing herself for the whirlwind of the airport. The early morning light was just beginning to stretch across the sky, casting a hazy glow over the glass facade. Despite the hour, LAX was already alive with travellers dragging suitcases, taxi drivers haggling for fares, and the occasional lost soul wandering around with a coffee in hand.
Maya climbed out of the car, her steps slower than usual as she retrieved her suitcase from the trunk. Reneé stretched her arms over her head and let out a long yawn. "Alright, runaway princess," she said, still eyeing Maya like she was waiting for a confession. "Go have your mysterious rendezvous. But I swear, if you come back wearing a diamond bracelet, I’m going to need the whole story."
"Will do," Maya said, forcing a smile. But her chest felt tight. She wanted to tell Reneé the truth—about her real reason for the trip, about Tashi—but the words just wouldn’t come.
Reneé pulled her in for a quick hug. "Whatever it is you're doing, just be careful, okay? I’m all for spontaneous adventures, but try not to come back married to a guy who quotes The Great Gatsby unironically."
"I promise," Maya said, laughing nervously. "No secret weddings."
Reneé grinned as she climbed back into the car. "Good. See you when you get back, okay? And text me if you need a rescue."
Maya gave her a final wave as Reneé’s car rolled away, the taillights fading into the flow of early morning traffic. For a moment, she stood at the curb, feeling strangely exposed against the backdrop of the sprawling airport. She adjusted the strap of her bag and took a deep breath. She was really doing this.
The automatic doors slid open with a faint hiss, and Maya stepped inside, letting the chaos of the airport wash over her. There was a comforting anonymity here—a sense that she was just another traveller with somewhere to be, just another face in the crowd. She weaved her way through the bustling terminal, her suitcase bumping along behind her as she headed for the self-check-in kiosks.
As she tapped at the screen, printing her boarding pass, Maya’s thoughts wandered back to Reneé’s teasing. It would’ve been easier to lie and say she was sneaking off to meet some rich older guy. At least then, Reneé would have had something fun to speculate about. Instead, Maya was about to board a plane to meet a half-sister she hadn’t even known existed until a year ago, and not even her best friend knew the real story.
With her boarding pass in hand, she made her way toward the security line, her pulse quickening. She was about to cross an invisible line—leaving behind everything she’d known to find answers she wasn’t sure she was ready for. But there was no turning back now.
Maya found a seat by the window at the gate and pulled out her phone, scrolling through her messages. There was a new one from Tashi, sent just a few minutes ago.
Tashi: Just got to the courts. Can’t wait for you to get here! It’s going to be amazing; I promise.
Maya smiled, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling inside her. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to finally meet Tashi face-to-face, to see the sister she’d only known through late-night phone calls and Facebook photos. It felt surreal, like stepping into a story that wasn’t entirely her own.
As her flight was called, Maya stood and gathered her things, ready to step into the unknown. Whatever lay ahead, at least it was her secret to keep, for now.
NEW ROCHELLE, NEW YORK - August 4th, 2019
The sun blazed relentlessly upon the crowd, its heat shimmering off the concrete in waves that distorted the air. Maya squinted behind her oversized sunglasses, their dark lenses doing little to shield her from the sun’s intensity. Her skin prickled from the overexposure of Vitamin D, making it difficult to focus on anything besides the sweltering discomfort that clung to her like a second skin. As she sat in the stands, the familiar scent of sunscreen and freshly cut grass filled her nostrils, triggering memories of summers long past—carefree days spent at her grandparents' estate in Bel-Air Crest, where her only concern was perfecting her bronzed tan.
The hum of the crowd rose and fell around her, but it felt distant, like background noise from an abandoned television. Maya’s gaze drifted across the humble country club, taking in the swirl of colors from spectators’ sun hats and vibrant outfits, and the flashes of bright white tennis gear as players gathered to bear witness to what they suspected to be the match of a century. She was scanning the rows of seats absentmindedly when a tall, slender figure caught her attention. The person was descending the steps slowly, almost as if they were reluctant to be here at all.
As the figure came closer, the cascade of mid-length blonde hair, the effortless grace, and the striking features became unmistakable. Even from a distance, Maya could tell it was Tashi. Her sister’s presence filled her with a complicated rush of emotions—part nostalgia, part unease. They locked eyes just as Tashi reached her row. Time seemed to slow, and an unspoken tension hung between them, as heavy as the humid air. Despite the match unfolding on the court before them, Maya couldn’t tear her gaze away. She watched as Tashi took her seat just a few feet away, their proximity at once too close and yet, not close enough.
'Get a grip Maya, you knew she would be here.'
Maya’s fingers clenched tightly around the edge of her seat, her knuckles turning a ghostly shade of her usual caramel complexion as the internal struggle roiled within her. Her eyes darted anxiously to the tennis court, where the looming presence of the upcoming match filled her with a sense of dread. The players’ shadows stretched long in the late afternoon sun, mirroring the tension and anticipation coursing through Maya’s body. It was as if the scene was mocking her—a snapshot of normalcy while her mind was anything but calm. The roar of the crowd spiked in excitement as the players began their warm-ups, the rhythmic thud of tennis balls echoing like a ticking clock. Maya shifted in her seat, trying to shake off the prickly sensation that crept up her spine.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Tashi’s gaze turn toward her. Tashi—the sister who had once known her better than anyone else in the world, who could finish her sentences, who could always sense what she was thinking. Now, it felt like they were two strangers who had to pretend they hadn’t once shared everything. Maya’s breath hitched slightly as she felt Tashi’s eyes on her, the weight of that familiar gaze bringing a sudden rush of memories she had buried beneath layers of silence and time.
Tashi's features, once so easy to read, seemed guarded now. Her cool expression betrayed nothing, but Maya knew her sister too well to be fooled. The slight tension in her jaw, the faint crease on her forehead—it was all there, hiding beneath the calm façade. A year ago, they would have hugged, laughed, shared inside jokes to ease the tension. Now, they were separated by more than just a few feet; a chasm of unspoken words and unresolved issues lay between them.
Tashi's gaze landed on Maya, her once-closest confidante, now a stranger sitting just a few feet away. It unnerved her, how different Maya seemed, even in small ways—the slight slump in her shoulders, the tightness in her jaw. There was something brittle about her that hadn’t been there before, a fragility hiding behind the composed exterior. Maya's forced smile, offered to a couple of teenage girls who recognized her from a fashion magazine, barely reached her eyes. It was the kind of smile people practiced in the mirror, perfected for the sake of appearances.
As Tashi’s gaze drifted back to the court, she felt a pang of something close to regret. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She had imagined a different future, one where they could lean on each other no matter what happened. But life had taken a different course, and the choices they’d made—some willingly, others out of desperation—had driven a wedge between them that seemed impossible to remove.
The match hadn’t even started, but Maya could already feel the tension tightening around her like a coiled spring, ready to snap at the slightest touch. She stole a glance at Tashi, who was staring ahead, her jaw clenched as though determined not to show any sign of weakness. There had always been that fierce pride about Tashi, a need to present a strong front no matter how turbulent things were beneath the surface. It was one of the things Maya had admired about her growing up, but now it felt like a wall keeping her out.
"Nice to see you made it," Tashi said finally, her voice low and edged with irony, as though she wasn’t entirely sure whether she meant it or not.
Maya's lips parted, but for a moment, no words came. When she finally spoke, her voice was measured, carefully controlled. "I wouldn’t miss it for the world."
Tashi’s mouth curved into a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Right," she said, turning her attention back to the players who were now preparing for the first serve. "Because we’ve always been so good at being there for each other."
The words stung, though Maya wasn’t entirely sure whether Tashi intended them to. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and pressed her lips together to keep the sharp retort from escaping. Instead, she chose to stay silent, gripping the arms of her chair until she could feel the bite of the metal against her palms.
The crowd erupted in applause as the first serve cut through the air, the players diving into the game with all the precision and grace expected at this level of competition. But for Maya, the real match was happening here, in the silent exchanges and unsaid words between her and Tashi. Every ball that flew across the net seemed to carry the weight of their unresolved history, every cheer from the crowd a reminder of how long they had been pretending that everything was fine.
The tension hung between them like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. It wasn’t just a tennis match to Maya and Tashi—it was a collision of everything unresolved, a confrontation without words. The years of sisterhood, of shared secrets and broken promises, all seemed to blur together, fusing the past and present into one inescapable truth: no matter how far they drifted, they could never really escape each other.
And as the players battled it out on the court below, Maya couldn’t help but feel as if she and Tashi were the real competitors, locked in a game where neither of them knew the rules anymore.
#challengers x reader#challengers fanfic#art donaldson x reader#patrick zweig x reader#art donaldson#patrick zweig#art donaldson imagine#patrick zweig imagine#patrick zweig x you#art donaldson x you#challengers fanfiction#mike faist x reader#josh o connor x reader#tashi duncan#melanie's fic: compress/repress#Spotify
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Band!Mizu headcanons
Tw: f slur, cussing, kys jokes
So for this I'm gonna bring in a tad but of Loser!mizu hc but this au does NOT belong to me so go check out RatCash au bc OMG it's so good
Pt 1
This bitch is a nervous reck. She is NOT scary.
She may look scary but she has a fear of spiders
So alot of the time she stays quiet during practice, nervously strumming the 4 cords over and over again
First day of you being here she forgot how to play
"Alright Mizu you ready to start?... Mizu?" "WhY aRe ThE cOrDs aGaIn"
She fucked up so many times she almost raged quit the whole damn band
Honey this isn't roblox you can't just do that 🫶
During your play threw of showing what you could do and what your part in the band was going to he she stared at you with heart eyes
WHY ARE YOU SO COOL?!
It makes her want to cry
After practice she asked for your number for "band reasons"
She would dress like a lesbian.. that's all I can say
She can't dress for SHIT but she gets away with it
She finds her clothes in thoes homeless people bins (the poor ppl know)
Overtime when she started getting comfortable with you during practice and school she became one cocky mother fucker
But she's not a dick. She's just stupid
But she's still really scared to talk to you
She doesn't have the right talking to a gorgeous goddess like herself bro
Sometimes she just take stops and watch you play or sing in awe.
What felt like 5 minutes to her was actually 27 minutes
Taigen smacks the fuck out of her and calls her a pussy for it
"Just ask her out faggot" "you CANNOT say that" "just did" "kys" "smk" "EW?!"
It makes you giggle and she ofc notices your beautiful smile
She goes home and kicks her feet at the imagine now burned into her mind
First concert with you was amazing. Watching you shred on your guitar or watching your vocals rhythm with Akemis.
She caught herself fucking up one to many times and lucky no one noticed
Expect Taigen
After a long argument back stage and you breaking it up
The adrenaline of the fight and your gorgeous face nearby she blurted out
"Will you go out with me?!"
This is kinda shit and it was rushed mb
#x reader#blue eye samurai mizu#mizu#akemi blue eye samurai#taigen blue eye samurai#ringo blue eye samurai#bass#guitar#drums#vocals#band#mizu x reader
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Slashers eating you out
Female reader
Contains: Vincent sinclair, Jason voorhees, Michael myers
To those two people I will do your submissions I promise I'm just writing so much rn and I just keep on forgetting to finish them <3
Warnings: cunniligus, squirt, Michael being an oldie and forgets woman aren't objects.
Where do I start!?!? This man is an angel truly, I mean you knew he was good with his hands but his tongue? He's more than talented at using that.
He'd lay pillows down for you so your comfortable while he's going at it. Princess treatment all the way.
KNOWS WHERE IT IS🗣
He loves to hear your pleads and whimpers while he sucks at your clit. Makes him cream his pants
When you insist to help him out aswell he shakes his head and shoves you back down. This is YOUR night, your pleasure is the only thing he cares about
You squirt girl? Dw he catching that shit in his mouth and staring right at ya with his gorgeous eye.
Would knead your thighs as he covers his face with your pussy. He lovesss the way you taste baby
He doesn't care whether it's shaved or not down their. He just loves himself a pussy. Don't be insecure my 70s Bush gang!
And by the end of the night he's cleaning you up, hydrating you and making sure your nice and cozy.
Hey...wondering if he's up for it tomorrow aswell.
Bit nervous about it,like 'w-where...where my tongue go' he's a lil confused but if you guide him he'll sure get it. He's a quick learner after all.
He...he doesn't know where it is, he'll be rubbing the inside of your thigh😭 poor baby. He'd never seen a vagina before so could you really blame him?
He doesn't care about it being shaved or not. Whatever your vagina looks like is normal to him
After he gets a hang of it he never wants to stop, your moans are music to his ears. Whenever he has free time I can guarantee you that he's latched to your cunt for hours on end.
He was taking back when you had a squirting orgasm, you hid your face in your hands out of embarrassment but he licked the juices that had splattered on your thighs and if he's honest with you....he'd love if you did that again baby.
Sit.on.his.face. SIT ON IT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! If you nervously hover over his face to scared to actually put your weight on him he'd pull you down himself and hold you there.
He'd generally BEG to eat you out every night. Your just so delicious to him.
After he finishes he'll try and wipe you with a cloth and just cuddle up. Even if you do need to pee.
Unfortunately you are gonna have to beg this man and he'll still say no after the hundredth time.
He's that type that thinks it's 'gay' to eat a woman out. He thinks you gotta be a right old sissy to be wanting to do that but he won't hesitate to choke you down on his dick tho.
When you've managed to convince him he's gonna think it's gonna be the worst think ever cos he's getting no pleasure! But after feeling you squirm and whimper out his name he's pinning you down whenever there's a chance and just starts eating away.
Do not tease him about how he'd make sure your comfortable and everything because he will reck you. Legitimately.
When you first had a female ejaculation he'd growl and wipe it away but he's secretly enjoying it. Might just 'accidentally' open his mouth while you squirt and taste your juices.
Ofc he knows where it is! But just incase...show him.
Sorry but he's also gonna need some sort of relief so uh...open wide!
Probably would enjoy the 69 position, he gets off aswell and also gets to taste all your juices!
He might prefer if your shaved cos I doubt he enjoys finding a pube in his mouth but now he nows how it feels when you suck off his untamed fucking beast.
*throws a towel and proceeds to walk away*
He's not an aftercare kinda guy but if you're truly sore and achy he'll clean you up, throw some pants at you and let's you lie in bed.
#slasher x reader#house of wax#halloween#friday the 13th#vincent sinclair headcanons#vincent sinclair#vincent sinclair x you#jason voorhees headcanons#jason voorhees#jason voorhees x you#michael myers headcanons#michael myers#michael myers x you#female reader
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