#nonbinary y/n

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#13...The awakening 2-

NB!Y/n*Meeting the Big Three after Izuku told you about his odd but nice upperclassmen*Are the big three Zuzu told me about?~Im Y/n Midoriya!~

Tamaki:...

Nejire:...

Mirio: ARE YOU AN A THESPIAN?SUPERMODEL?-SEA DEITY?OR D ALL OF THE ABOVE?!-

NB!Y/n*Chuckling at his comment, looking at his eyes* Arent you sweet~

Mirio*Flushed under the collar and looks at Nejire and tamaki*O-Ok you guys get out of here...so me and beautiful gorgeous can live happily ever after-

Tamaki*Hidding his face and covers his eyes from your...radiance* Mi-mirio you in highschool and they're college, their old...er-

part 2:

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hey! Could I request a Wednesday imagine where R is her younger sibling, and Wednesday shocks everyone by being more gentle and patient with them?

Soft Thorns ||

|| Wednesday Addams & nonbinary!sibling reader

|| Warnings: platonic, first time writing for Wednesday's character, brief mentions of blood and reader getting injured (nothing insane)

|| Summary: Reader's on the more clumsy side, Wednesday's there to support Reader when they need it. Wednesday's "soft" side surprises everyone.

Requests open!

Started: April 23rd

Finished: April 23rd

~~~

You and Wednesday were only a couple years apart. Making you 14. Both you and her had started Nevermore at the same time, being paired with Enid for a roommate was definitely an experience the both of you weren't prepared for. She was different than what you were used to, although when you thought about it you and Enid weren't overly different from each other and connected on quite a few things. Building a fast friendship, unlike Wednesday who has tried keeping more so to herself. Only engaging in the occasional conversation with you.

It was after classes, you were struggling to carry all your binders as papers kept slipping. You rushed to snatch them but it was no use and the rest of your binders quickly hit the floor as your grip loosened. Sighing deeply, you stared at the papers in annoyance.

Wednesday, who had been walking slightly ahead because you both left from the same class, stopped and looked back at you. Raising an eyebrow as she watched you struggle.

Wordlessly she took a step towards you and then another until she was in front, crouched down and helping you pick up your papers. She handed all of them to you with a soft look. Well, a look as soft as Wednesday Addams could give. It was like looking at a soft thorn.

Enid had a bounce in her step as she joined the two of you, coming from her own class. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the look on Wednesday's face.

"Oh my Gosh! No way?? Wednesday-!" Before she could say anything else about it, Wednesday had already sent her a glare.

"Never speak of this." Wednesday muttered, you smiled and suppressed a laugh. It certainly wasn't the first time Wednesday had been softer for you. It was just the first time anyone besides you had seen it. You could only assume she was embarrassed, if she even had the ability to feel embarrassed.

Enid quickly nodded her head and the three of you returned to your shared dorm.

~~~

The following day, you had been in art class with Wednesday & Enid. Bianca and Xavier sat a distance away from you and were mostly doing their own thing.

You had been working with a modeling knife, trying to get a your piece cut in just the right ways you had envisioned. Wednesday's gaze shifted to the knife in your hand and then to your eyes.

"Be careful." She tells you. Wednesday had always been overprotective of you, it was just in her nature. Especially when you were her younger sibling.

Enid looks up from her own colourful artwork and gives Wednesday a confused look.

"What?" Wednesday stared at Enid, who quickly shook her head.

"Nope, nothing." Enid insists.

"You are a horrible liar." Wednesday responds, though her attention is quickly brought back to you when you gasp. You had made the stupid decision to keep your thumb a little too close to the knife as you worked to shape your clay. Her eyes narrowed at you and she took your had. Examining the cut, which had blood dripping from it." I told you to be careful." She looks at you again.

You give her an awkward smile, having set down your knife as you scratch the back of your neck awkwardly. Looking off to the side. "Yeah, I know... hand slipped."

"You are an idiot." Wednesday continued, getting up and heading to the first aid kit in the class. "I cannot believe we are related." She muttered the last part to herself.

Enid, Bianca and Xavier were all watching her with the same looks of confusion before looking at you. Was Wednesday seriously taking care of you? They couldn't believe it.

Wednesday comes back to your and Enid's table," Hand." She demands, you sigh and extend your hand out to her.

"I'm fine, Wednesday." You assure her as she wipes your cut with a alcohol cloth, making you hiss in response to the sting that shot through your finger.

"Fine?" Wednesday raised an eyebrow at you when she saw your reaction.

"Oh come on, that's a natural reaction!" You huffed, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"Baby." Wednesday teased you and you rolled your eyes as she wrapped the bandaid around your cut.

Enid leaned back in her chair so she could be closer to Bianca and Xavier," You guys are seeing this too, right?" She whispered.

They both nodded slowly.

"Good, good, cool... just making sure I'm not going insane." Enid continued.

Once Wednesday was satisfied, she let go of your hand and looked at the other three with an annoyed stare.

"Will you stop looking at me as though I have grown three heads?" Wednesday said.

"Sorry, sorry- it's just-" Enid stuttered out an explanation.

Wednesday simply ignored it and returned to her work, making Enid sigh and look at you. You couldn't quite read what her expression was saying.

Though you were quite amused by everyone's reactions to how Wednesday treated you.

[yourfifitherealone]

I love you, EXACTLY the way you are <3 (Medic TF2 x reader) non-binary friendly

Medic's Pov

I noticed Y/N acting..off lately. They haven't been accepting physical affection or affection at all the same as they used to. Is it my fault? I don't really know, but what I do know, is that I WILL find out why. I was intensely determined to figure out the cause was.

"Greetings and salutations, has anyone seen my Darling anywhere?" I asked the base. "Saw the lass go up to the rooftop I think " Damon said which was unusually helpful from him "sincerest thanks" I finished while walking up the staircase.

"My darling, darling, where are you?" I called, finally at the roof. Then I heard crying "Y/N?" Then I saw them balled up shaking to the beat of sobs. "What happened?" I asked rushing over beside them. "I-I-" then they continued to cry in my arms. My blood starting to boil, I wanted to hurt whoever did this but I couldn't figure it out with Darling sobs blocking their sweet song that most will call a voice. After some uncontrollable sobs later which I'm usually uncomfortable and awkward when people are crying but...with them it's different, everything was different with them, everything IS different with them, and I plan to keep it that way forever.

My darling soon confessed a nosy someone told her that I wasn't good for her; in other words that I, me, her lover was

Out of her league....

"Now let's think rationally, med school helped us with that one huh?" I whispered I'm starting to feel that voice again, trying to convince me. "Hold on loebe I need to think" I say letting them slip from my hands. "Think about what?" My Dove sweetly asked. "Hold on"

'Screw it. SCREW THEM! THOSE SAD EXCUSES FOR A "DOCTOR". I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT ON. MY. OWN!

With my great doctoring skills, I'll make sure the sorry, sorry person will be out of everyone and EVERYTHINGS league...'

*sigh*

"Okay liebe my dear, I'll handle it. I'll make sure they will never again..

-have the mere confidence to

-ever confront you again...,

-I promise.."

"Your side is coming out again, Listen to yourself" I reasoned with him

'I'm done having conversations in my own head about what's good for my darling. We SHARE her. If and when something hurts her it's MY job to make it better so shut. up.'

I am THE cruel, evil, twisted, demented, unreasonable,

Medic...

"I heard you were talking to my darling, Told her something unbelievably stupid, sounds about right?" "Look I didn't mean it like that she's too sensitive" he said while rolling his eyes. My job is to protect Y/N, my job is to know that he told her that because he had feelings for me and wanted to sabotage our love for each other, my job is to take care of him and take care of my darling in a complete different way. My job is to kill what other me can't, who Y/N can't. My job is to kill

I plunged the knife in his stomach causing the waste of space to collapse. 'Ill do more with him later ' I thought to myself. He kept on groaning and cursing wishing some sort of horrible unspeakable pain onto me.

Little does he know..

He'll be taking that same fate he speaks.

I get him into my basement then run back to the roof to my lover.

She's gone

"Y/N!?"

I rush to their room and desperately knock for them to open up their day. I feel desperate to see them even though I couldn't figure out why, I didn't care. Just wanted to see them

"Ye-?oh hi. Why did you leave me alone up there like that? It- nevermind"

"Apologizes Y/N. I'm coming back slowly I'm going a little off the rails"

"You were supposed to comfort me what the hell?"

"Again I'm sorry I wasn't there I wasn't feeling like myself but I did take care of it. If it'll make you feel better, we can hug all day if you'd like" I offered with a smile, returning to my normal self. "Really?! Yes, yes,yes one hundred percent yes!" We cuddled and played their favorite YouTube videos which I wouldn't like to admit, I wasn't very interested in. "Babe I know you don't like watching them I can tell, I'll turn it off when it's done" "no, no that won't be necessary there are some...funny parts......sorta" "SEE I knew it! You don't like it" they said sitting up from laying on my chest. "I.. uh okay well maybe I don't but you do so it doesn't matter. I have to catch up with something later anyway" after that their jaw drops and they stare. "What?" "You said you'd cuddle with me allllll day" "Oh I did? I forgot I said that last part...heh" I nervously laughed but their face was unamused. "Fine!"

I watched YouTube until they fell asleep and started to drool.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N"

"Now it's time to punish the waste of space, trash."

I went down to the basement and saw the bloody wreck in the corner he leaned closer to the corner frantically pleading me to not kill him. "I will kill you, unfortunately for you but first I'll need to make you REGRET ever speaking to her..."

The next day, Darling was fine and happy like usual. No weird sleeping patterns of going to bed at 8, avoiding me and others ect she's just... herself. I'm glad and if anyone tries to mess with her, with our happiness,

I'll deal with it...

[xxalicebearxx]

All three of my Y/Ns, let me know what you're opinions are on them? 🤔

[PS: I'm not making wattpad Y/N because no .-.]

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Anyone know any good Bucky x Readers where the reader is explicitly Nonbinary? I see a lot of gender neutral/no pronouns used fics which I LOVE, and I read a lot Female!Reader because that's what majority out there, and I'm just curious if there's any out there!

Note: I'm not saying Female!Reader is what's majority out there like it's a bad thing or trying to shit on anyone (tbh most of my favorite Bucky fics are female!Reader), and I'm also not trying to say Gender neutral reader/no pronouns used are bad or anything either, I LOVE them, I'm just curious about if there's any Nonbinary!Reader out there!

[yandereloveraw]

Molly (my moondrop self insert), confessing to Y/N: Every time we touch, you make me feel weak. I can tell you're shy, and I think you're so sweet. ♡ Spending every night under covers and still I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me?

Lyrics from Woman Like Me by Little Mix

[xx-reverie-xx]

Hihi!! I just read your Sevika HCs and I absolutely love them!! I wanted to know if you could (please) write HCs for Sevika and Vi after an argument with their partner? :) Whether it’s an argument the reader started or they started can be completely up to you! Or you could even do both scenarios if you prefer! 💕

Thank you and I hope you have a nice day/evening 💖

🖤Sevika and Vi after an Argument🖤

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🤎Sevika🤎

I don’t think arguments would be common in a relationship with Sevika.

When she locks into a serious relationship, she means serious. She covers all the important bases for a healthy relationship; communication, loyalty, respect, trust, and so much more.

Covering these bases, especially communication, helps to avoid frequent arguments.

It won’t completely cut out the occasional argument though.

When you two do argue, it’s almost always about bigger things. For example, her working so much and not taking much time for herself, or maybe her drinking and smoking.

Post-argument time usually has as “how can we avoid this in the future” moment where you guys have a heart to heart about whatever started the argument.

If you start an argument:

Be prepared to apologize first. And only apologize if you’re really sorry.

You should always finish what you start, after all.

Your apology may be met with an affectionate an eye roll and a huff.

She never stays mad at you for long.

Once you apologize she usually makes space for you wherever she’s sitting and wraps her arm around just to let you know it’s really okay.

If you’re just apologizing because you feel like you need to, don’t. She can see right through you if you’re bullshitting her.

If you’re stubborn like her, sometimes apologizing can genuinely be difficult. She gets that. Which is why her patience with you is a blessing.

Again, when you’re ready to apologize , she’s affectionate and accepts it.

If she starts an argument:

This woman is stubborn. For her to apologize, it just doesn’t feel right.

She’s only ever been truly sorry a few times in her life. In the Undercity, living a life like hers, she never had time to be sorry.

Being sorry gets you hurt. It gets you killed.

But…

It’s obviously different when it’s you. You aren’t a big bad wolf waiting around the corner. You’re her partner, her ride-or-die.

In the heat of the moment, what she said felt right. It felt like something you needed to hear.

The thought of you feeling hurt by something she said just eats her alive.

She comes to you first.

It isn’t anything crazy, usually just a simple, gruff “I’m sorry.”

She’s awkward and stiff about it, but completely genuine.

Asks what she can do to make it up to you, if anything.

❤️Vi❤️

Violet runs hot. She isn’t a loose cannon but someday’s it can be hard trying to keep all of her emotions under wraps.

This has definitely lead to arguments over petty things like dishes in the sink or eating the last of her favorite snack.

It’s also lead to arguments about very serious things. Her pit fighting, drinking, and her occasional impulsivity.

Arguments always hit her hard, even the petty ones. No matter how old she gets, arguments always make her feel like a little kid, just waiting for the ball to drop. The ball being losing you.

That feeling of dread, like this argument could be the last, if that makes sense.

Physical touch is usually present in the make up process after an argument. It helps ground her.

The good news is, the two of you always make up very quickly.

If you start an argument:

If the argument is a petty spat about dishes or snacks, she still apologizes first, albeit rather begrudgingly.

This links back to her feeling like this argument could be the last. What if she never hears “You promised you’d take out the trash this week” ever again?

You, however, shut that down. “It’s my fault, I should be the one apologizing.” You tell her.

These arguments are extremely easy to come back from because you two are always on the same level. Two halves to make a whole, equals

There isn’t a point in staying hung up on petty nonsense for long.

If you start a big argument, you apologize first.

She distances herself and you have to go to her.

You’ll usually find her someplace where she shouldn’t be, like a bar. Or, you might find her someplace safe, like with Loris or another friend she feels comfortable around.

Not only should you apologize, but it would also be a good chance to thoroughly explain why you’re upset or might think something is a bad idea.

Once you do that, she’ll open her arms up to you and usually things can be resolved somewhat easily after that.

If she starts an argument:

Again, she apologizes first.

If she starts an argument, big or small, the dread of possibly losing you over this hits her like bricks.

For smaller arguments, she approaches you casually. If you let her, she’ll wrap her arms around you. An apology hug, if you will.

Says, “I’m sorry, baby,” in the softest voice she can muster.

These smaller arguments are always easier to come back from just because she’s so sweet. How can you ever stay upset when she’s such a sweetie?

Big arguments are something else though.

After she’s said whatever it is that she’s said, the weight of it all is suffocating.

If she said something really stupid and hurtful in the heat of the moment, she might need some space for a bit. Things like that take her back to that day.

But she’ll come to you when she’s ready.

May or may not have a little gift for you for extra measure. Usually it’s something simple like your favorite candy bar.

She tells you she’s sorry and explains why she got so worked up. Usually this leads to a steady and warm embrace and you let her know it’s okay.

hello!!! thank you for the request ♥️ please let me know if you enjoyed it or not. i had so much fun writing these. i kind of got carried away with vi’s headcanons 🙈. . i was purposefully vague about what started the argument so you can sort of imagine your own scenario for why the argument started!🎠

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[deunmiu-dessie]

royalty!reader who's on the run from their tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. royalty!reader who's the sole surviving royal descendant. royalty!reader who finds themselves without shelter as the unforgiving winter of the north looms closer. royalty!reader who's stranded in a big, dark cavern, struggling to stay warm. royalty!reader who delves deeper into the cave, unknowingly awakening a sinister creature lurking in the shadows. dragon!lover who's large in all aspects. dragon!lover who can't help but tease the royal by threatening to eat them. dragon!lover who sleeps atop mountains of gold. dragon!lover who always runs hot. dragon!lover who blows smoke into your face constantly. dragon!lover whose voice literally rattles your bones. dragon!lover who begrudgingly allows you to stay in the cave. dragon!lover who figures, he'll put your body to good use during the winter as payment. ˙ᵕ˙

"you do not scare me, dragon."

with a quivering exhale, you feel the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. despite the cold draft in the spacious den, caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest.

the aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his scaly skin, a tantalizing combination that sets you aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of your belly; leaving you intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. your nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of your ear. "you should be scared."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[hexcii]

Something important came in the mail today :))

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] body worshipping astarion /// gender-neutral reader/tav

telling him that his pleasure gives you pleasure, that you enjoy making him feel good, that he doesn't ever have to do anything in return. and that's hard for him to believe, of course. but you can prove it.

you can have him laid back on the bed, stripped bare, as you kiss across his face, making him laugh if you kiss him on the tip of his nose,

"it is rather cute of you darling that you want to spoil me, but"

no buts. you tell him this is what he deserves. he deserves to be spoiled, to be held and treated as though he's something precious. because he is.

you're careful as you kiss down his neck, not knowing if the bite scar on his neck is too painful of a reminder, so you avoid it, sliding down his chest, thumbs pushing against his nipples, taking one in your mouth as he sighs, hardening against you,

"as nice as this is, there are rather more sensitive areas you could be attending too,"

you swat him gently on the thigh and tell him to be patient, though you know he isn't. that you're not trying to tease him, you're savouring him,

he'll get what he wants though, as you slink down and ask him to spread his legs, and when he slowly does you struggle to read his face, is he apprehensive? surely he can't be nervous...?

you kiss his inner thighs, daring to nibble, and when he gasps and moans you bite harder, leaving marks as you edge closer to his cock, already starting to leak, begging for attention, sliding you fingers down until they circle around the base, you look up at him as you take his cock into your mouth.

he's loud as you slide yourself up and down, he always is. he knows his voice is attractive, he knows it spurs you on, his noises, his praise,

"yes, darling, that's it, fuck, such a talented little mouth, so good for me,"

but this isn't about you, it's about him, and you want him rendered speechless, unable to use any honeyed words as he falls apart, and you'll be here holding onto him, making sure he doesn't fall too far, making sure he's put back together in the end.

he almost yelps, embarrassed at the undignified sound, as you slide your hands under his arse and pull him up, clawing at his skin, letting his cock hit the back of your throat, breathing through your nose as you gag, trying to look up at him, daring for him to see how much you'd do for him,

you pull your mouth off his cock to watch him squirm, his hips twitch, your blow cool air onto him and he whines, he whines and he seems embarrassed of it and he's beautiful,

you tell him that, and he knows, but there isn't the usual witty and vain retort, he whines again, panting, you tilt your head and smile and ask him if he wants to cum,

"of course i want to-"

he cuts himself of as you frown and start to pull your hands away. he knows what you want him to say.

"alright, i..." he catches his breath. "please."

please what?

he wants to scowl, but he wants your touch more, "please, i want to come, please."

he's back to moaning the second your mouth slides back down on his cock, whining again when you pull off, only to replace your mouth with your hand, sliding up and down his slick cock, as your mouth moves to his balls, fingers slipping against his arse, brushing between them accidentally, you think you aught to move them but the sound he makes, oh the sounds he makes,

barely thinking, just driven by the urge to have him come undone, you slip your hand under his leg and pull it up over your shoulder, gripping his thigh, mouth back on his cock as your other hand brushes against his hole again and you watch him shiver and claw at the bedding and you're emboldened and you rub your finger against his hole, never pressing inside, in time with how your head bobs up and down,

his words are gone now, he moans and gasps and you want him to let himself go, to thrust his hips up into your mouth, to relax into the bed, slide one of his hands onto your head if that's his urge, this is for him,

he tries to speak, "love, i-" and then he throws his head back, one of his hands flying to his face, you can't imagine him wanting to hide himself or his voice but then again has he ever let himself he this exposed before during sex?

you swallow around him as he comes, mouth still on him as he's oversensitive and twitching until you hear him sob,

and then you're letting his leg down gently off your shoulder, pulling yourself up to look at him, cupping his cheeks in your hands, him nodding to say he's alright, and then you're back to planting kisses over his face, telling him that he's safe, that he's beautiful, that you're honoured he trusts you with himself, stroking his hair as he comes down, falling onto your side and him clinging to you, his head against your chest as you kiss along his hair line,

"thank you," he breathes

of course

"you... well. i clearly underestimated you, again. i... i'm not sure i've ever come like that before. but before you sex was never much about my own pleasure. but that was... nice."

he coughs, composes himself,

"and well, if you ever wanted to do it again, or let me return the favour, though yes before you interrupt i understand you are trying to teach me that i don't have to repay you for anything with sex, but then i would also remind that i genuinely like having sex with you, having you at my mercy, moaning for me..."

you huff,

"yes. right. that is to say, i could be persuaded to let you have your wicked way with me again. it wasn't... unpleasant. i might have feared it could be, that being at someone else's mercy could bring about... memories or feelings. but it didn't. because it's with you. you make me feel... safe. i want to cherish that."

you kiss him again. and again. until you tell him you're not supposed to be waking yourselves up, and he pouts, but relents,

you'll clean yourselves up in a moment, for now, you enjoy him allowing himself to rest in your arms

[0o-junebug-o0]

MORE AUTISTIC FEM! READER X SPENCER PLEASEEEE maybe her getting overstimulated at a bar with the team? or at the store? i neeeeddddd more of them!!

Bad Time at the Bar

here you go!! tho it's gn!reader bc gender didn't really come up, hope you don't mind!

genre: hurt/comfort

cw: autistic!reader, explicitly autistic spencer reid, overstimulation (and not the fun kind), meltdown (which reads a lot like a panic attack bc that's what my meltdowns are like), kinda self harm (hitting) and chewing lip until bleeding), internalized ableism and autism viewed in a negative light (spencer talks to reader about it and provides reassurance), completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all)

wordcount: 1.3k

There are too many people. The smell of sweat and alcohol hangs heavy in the air and burns your nose. The room is saturated with noise. Drinks clinking on tables, music playing, people talking. Your head pounds and you regret not bringing your headphones. You thought you’d be fine. You’ve never needed them when at the bar with the team in the past. Someone bumps into you and the unexpected contact causes panic to build in your chest. There’s not enough room. Everything feels like it’s closing in on you.

You suck in a breath through your teeth, gripping your bottle of beer so hard you’re surprised the glass doesn’t shatter. You chew on the inside of your lip until you taste blood, but it does nothing to soothe your quickly growing panic. 

You look around frantically, your eyes so wide you feel like they’re about to burst from your skull. Finally, you spot Spencer. He’s gathered around a table with Derek and some strangers, talking animatedly about something. You stagger forward, nearly tripping over your own feet as you try to reach him. People slam into your shoulders and chest and you can feel the burn of tears welling in your eyes. The tears cause the already painfully bright lights to reflect directly into your eyes so you blink hard and wipe them away.

Your whole body shakes and you desperately want to raise your hands to cover your ears but you’re still holding your drink and there’s not enough room and it’s embarrassing. You can feel your heart pounding throughout your body and your limbs feel like they’re going numb.

By some miracle, you manage to reach Spencer. You stumble toward him, reaching out and clinging to his arm. He startles and turns to look at you. Immediately, concern rushes over his face and he takes your drink and passes it to Derek before gently grabbing your hand. As quickly as he’s able, Spencer guides you through the bar toward an exit, using his own body to force people aside and away from you despite his dislike of germs. 

He holds open the back door and you practically fall into the alley. The door closes and immediately the smells, lights, and sounds lessen. You sink to the ground, pressing your hands against your ears now that there is no one but Spencer to see you. You curl your knees to your chest and stare with wide eyes at the ground. Each breath you take is a rasping, heaving mess, and a distressed groan forces itself from your throat with each exhale.

You feel like you’re dying.

Spencer crouches down beside you, sitting with his legs crossed and leaning against the wall, and you immediately press your body into his. You curl your legs beneath you and lean awkwardly in a way that hunches your back and presses your forehead into his knee. You squeeze your eyes shut and you can feel the way your tears soak his pants.

Spencer drapes himself over your back, using his body to provide the grounding pressure he’s learned you need in times like this. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes tightly. You let out a broken sob and slam the heel of your palm into the side of your head.

“Hey, hey,” Spencer mutters, gently taking a hold of your wrist. 

You shake your head. You need to hit. You need it. And there’s no way to redirect.

Spencer releases your hand and you move it to thump it against your chest.

“Okay, that’s better than your head,” Spencer says to himself. He squeezes your body in intervals and the varying pressure helps ground you. Slowly your sobs lessen to sniffles and hiccuping breaths and the hand hitting your chest falls limp against Spencer’s leg. 

“You’re okay,” Spencer mutters, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “You’re going to be alright.”

You sniffle and move your head to press it against his stomach. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says softly. You can hear the love and care in his voice. “You feeling a bit better?”

You hum and nod against him.

“Do you need some more time, or do you want to go home?” he asks, keeping his body pressing against yours in case you still need the pressure.

You tap his leg twice.

“Home?” he asks sweetly.

You nod, and Spencer sits back. The sudden lack of pressure makes your body feel weird, and part of you wants to drag him back down. You decide against it, knowing that you’ll get used to it quickly and that Spencer will hold you again when you get home.

Spencer carefully guides you to your feet and, keeping an arm wrapped around you, leads you out of the alley and down the street to his car. He opens the passenger side door and you climb in. 

“Will you be okay for a minute or two while I run back in to grab our stuff from JJ?” Spencer asks.

You nod and do your best to smile at him. Spencer smiles back and closes the door. He locks the car and jogs back toward the bar. 

You sigh and wrap your hands around your stomach. Guilt and embarrassment coil painfully in your chest. You can’t believe that just happened. You should have been fine. Why this time? Why the one time you didn’t bring your headphones? You groan in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? And Spencer. You feel so guilty for dragging him away from the rest of the team and the fun he was having to deal with you.

There’s a soft click as the doors unlock, then Spencer opens the driver's side door and climbs inside. You keep your head bowed as he closes the door and reaches into the backseat to set down both of your stuff. 

You see him still out of the corner of your eye, and he rests his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asks.

“I–I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For this! For everything!” you cry. “You–you were having fun and I ruined it! You shouldn’t have to deal with this!”

Spencer says your name softly and, when you don’t respond, he whispers, “Please look at me.”

You slowly raise your head, wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I don’t care what it is I’m doing, if you’re upset or need help, I will always drop everything to be there for you. And it’s not ‘dealing with you’, baby. We’re partners. It’s our job to take care of each other. You can’t control when you get overstimulated or have a meltdown.”

“But I could have!” you insist. “I didn’t bring my headphones because I thought I’d be fine like every other time and then I wasn’t! It’s my fault I freaked out like this. I should be able to handle it.”

“There is no ‘should’. Having a meltdown will never be your fault. And I know you know that, because you would never think these things about me when I have a meltdown.”

Your jaw drops. “Of-of course not!” you stutter, taken aback.

“Then why is it different for you?” Spencer asks. “Why is your autism bad but mine isn’t?”

You open and close your mouth for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Spencer doesn’t speak.

“I–I don’t know,” you eventually admit.

“It’s because it isn’t bad. I understand why you might feel that way or why you feel guilty about making me deal with it, as you say. But I help you because I love you and care about you and because I want to. Just like you help me because you love and care about me and want you. And I will always choose to help you and be there for you, no matter what, no matter how ashamed you may feel. Okay?”

Your chin wobbles, and soon tears are streaming down your face as you let out a wailing sob.

Spencer leans over the armrest to hug you, neither of you caring about the awkward angle. 

You pull back and wipe at your eyes. “C-can we go home, now?” you ask weakly.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Spencer says kindly.

“And then cuddles?”

“Always.”

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[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#10 Question their sexualities-

Imagen Being Izuku's Hot Older Nonbinary Sibling...a total opposite of your mother Inko and Izuku in terms of ...not being crybabies- far more confident and ...and blunt, Overall not many know of you given you studied abroad and can be a tad cynical of the quirks and hero toxic society views...but you love your brother none the less-

NB!Y/n*Smilling coming to UA with a lunch box and several gifts from where you stayed abroad, hugging Izuku*Oh Zuzu~Its so nice to see you in the flesh and not on-camera-...WOAH you got SWOL!?

Class 1A*In shock seeing this...INCREDIBLY hot older person hugs and lifts Izuku and spins him around*

Izuku*Smilling and hugging you back*O-Ok im getting dizzy-Oh I should introduce you to my friends!

Happily, Izuku starts to name each of his classmates who wave and smile as you look at them with an endeared look at Izuku and them

NB!Y/n: Nice to meet'cha~Oh you goobers must be exhausted from class Im sure Zuzu would mind sharing what I brought!~Come no dig in-GASP is that lil katsy~Oh look at you still so cute~

Kat*Grumbling as you exchange a hug with him, SLIGHT blush*...

You put some plastic plates while Class 1A looks at you...

Denki: W-woah dude your sibling is an absolute smokeshow...AND I SAY THIS WITH THE UTMOST RESPECT-*is blushing hard*ARE THEY A MOVIE STAR?

Class 1A*Also blushing hard and nodding at Denki's comment*

NB!Y/n*Heard him and smirks combing your hair elegantly...and almost shinning*A movie star?~

Izuku & Katsu*Both Grimancing*...Dont encourage them-

...The Gay Awakening Live-who should lil old sib here be involved with romantically...

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hey! i heard you’re requests were open so i wanted to ask if you could do a hurt/comfort regina x non-binary reader where people are being tr@nsphobic to them and bullying them and regina stand up for them and comforts them:)

Under the Protection of Regina George

Reminder‼️ You do not have to read this fic, you're more than welcomed to skip it as it does contain descriptions of bullying towards reader for being non-binary. This was requested by anon, nobody has to read it if they don't wish to. Proceed at your own risk.

|| Regina George x non-binary reader

(in an established relationship)

|| Warnings: is a hurt/comfort, bullying, tr@ansphobic comments, Regina comforts reader, light swearing

|| Summary: Reader's bullied by jocks who force them into the janitor closet, Regina comes to reader's rescue and comforts them at the end.

Requests open!

~~~

Ever since you came out as nonbinary, it's like you planted the target on your back yourself. The bullying increased. It didn't matter if Regina George was your girlfriend; NorthShore High was ruthless. You haven't brought any of it up to Regina, you learned to deal with it yourself. Not wanting anyone to face Regina's wrath on your behalf. No matter how mean they were to you.

At the end of third period bell, you collected your things and made your way out of the English classroom. Heading for the cafeteria to meet up with your girlfriend and the rest of the plastics.

As you turned out of the class and started heading for the locker (which happened to be in the same hall), you were suddenly picked up. Arms locked by two jocks who held you just above the ground, when your feet kicked in protest they just barely missed the floor underneath you. The jocks laughed and looked at each other with malicious smirks. They carried you off to the janitor closet, your protests heard throughout the hall but people just laughed and recorded. No one bothered to help you. One jock opened the closet while the other shoved you inside, closing the door.

"Should've stayed in the closet, heshe!" One shouted while the other laughed and gave him a fist bump. Right as they were about to push a table in front of the door, someone cleared their throat and got their attention.

Moments before...

Regina, Karen, Gretchen and Cady all sat at their usual spot in the cafeteria. Waiting for you to join them. Regina had already gotten her cheese fries at this point and was taking a bite from them as she glanced at her phone, checking for any texts from you. She frowned slightly when she didn't see anything. Usually you always messaged her right after your class; to let her know you were on your way. If you would be late, you made sure she knew.

"Hey, have you guys seen Y/N?" Regina asked, she couldn't help feeling like something was wrong.

"Like today or ever?" Karen replied, staring at Regina with her usual wide eyes.

The blonde narrowed her eyes at Karen in an 'are you serious?' kinda way.

"Um, no. I saw them in math this morning but not since then." Cady told Regina, you and Cady share math together as a homeroom. Regina bit her bottom lip slightly as she looked at her phone again.

"Oh my God." Gretchen suddenly gasps, she's been looking at Instagram. Her feed full of the videos people have been recording of Y/N and the jocks situation. She looks up at Regina, "Regina, look!" She showed Regina her phone.

Immediately, the blonde's blood boiled. She was pissed. The nerve these people had...

She got up quickly, the entire cafeteria seemed to freeze in place as she stormed out of it and into the halls. People moving to escape her gaze. Nobody wanted to get in Regina's way. It's like the whole school could feel she was pissed.

In moments, she reached the janitors closet. Right after the jock had made that 'heshe' comment and him and his buddy were pushing the table in front of the door. Regina folded her arms and cleared her throat, giving them her signature glare. They froze.

"R-Regina, how's your day going?" The one tried playing it off, leaning against the table in a casual way. The other nodded in a poor attempt at going along. When you heard them mention Regina, you felt a sense of relief wash over you and tried opening the door. Considering it was blocked by the table, it opened only slightly just to be closed again. You let out a frustrated groan and banged your fist on the door.

"Let me out, jackasses!" You shouted, they tensed. Regina's glare sharpened.

"Let. them. out." She emphasized each word through her teeth as she spoke, sending shivers down the jocks spine. They immediately sprung into action. Both pushing the table out of the way so you could open the door. You stepped out and took a breath, you hated the janitor closet; any small space for that matter.

"If I ever catch you so much as looking at them...!" Regina didn't even need to finish her threat. The jocks got the message loud and clear and nodded their heads quickly before scurrying off, Regina gripped your wrist and pulled you away to an empty classroom.

Now alone, Regina's demeanour softened and she sighs. Looking you up and down for a moment before her eyes meet yours, hand moving to rest just under your jawline. Instinctively your head moves into her hand slightly.

"How long?" Regina asks, eyes never leaving yours. Even when you move your gaze from hers.

You hesitated with your answer, which told Regina everything she needed to know. Too long. She pulls you into a hug and you hug back, the two of you staying in silence for a moment; enjoying the comfort of each other.

Regina spoke up again.

"If anyone does anything, I'm being so fucking serious right now Y/N, if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way... tell me. Promise you'll tell me." She makes you look at her, keeping her arms firmly wrapped around your waist in a protective manner. You knew she wouldn't let you say no, Regina didn't care if you didn't want other people getting in trouble. She was going to do what she had to to protect you.

"Okay..." You replied, your voice quiet. Not quiet as in a whisper, but somewhere between. You could feel as she relaxed against you.

~~~

End note: I love all of you 🫶 non-binary people are ♾️% valid, I myself use they/them pronouns! Everyone is welcome on my page 💞

With that said, I hope you enjoyed the fic! Any feedback is welcomed.

[yourfifitherealone]

Poison Tasting

(Non-binary friendly)

Cw: cut off name calling/cursing

"Young highness!! Undertaker invited You, Sebastian and Y/N to a gathering!" Mey-Rin card from the long echoey halls. She tripped over air per usual and tripped into the room. But of course Sebastian catches the klutz and she falls into a deep blush.

'This is sooo repetitive. This happens like every week!' You thought

"What kinda Butler would I be if I just let her fall?" Sebastian whispers with a smirk.

"Stop reading people's minds di-"

"Give me that!" Ciel shouts as he puts out his hand. Sebastian clears his throat, "Yes young Master. Here." He looks at the letter and then messily opens it leaving paper scraps all over the ground Finny has to clean.

"It's at 8:00 apparently. You have no choice or voice on the matter. You are coming with me. Have I made myself clear?"

We nodded and Sebastian added a "Yes, Master." And we scurried off to our business elsewhere.

When the hands of the clock hit 7:45 we started getting ready. Ciel wanted to shower and you were stuffing your face with cookies just in case the food there that wasn't to your taste.

"We're leaving! Everyone else's remaining, KEEP THE MANOR. STABLE! Do you understand?"

"YES CIEL!"

Sebastian opens the car door for me and Ciel then Ciel harshly opened the double doors to the building. All the noise stops as everyone stares.

"Oh there you are. Greetings Ciel and Butler and.....Y/n~"Undertaker says bowing. You roll your eyes then you Ciel practically jumps up to slap you across the cheek. You stare at him contemplating his demise but realize you AND Sebastian need that soul. You fix your posture and suit and take a seat at a two people table isolated from the rest. The conversation starts back up again with the partnership of the glass cups and plates clinking with each other due to the forks, and the toast to a long live.

"That looked painful.." the retired reaper says with a pained face. "Yep...little punk" you hissed as you touched the bruised side of your face. 'why the fuck do his slaps hurt so much. It basically feels like a punch.' you thought. "I bet it does" he whispers taking a seat across from you. "Stop reading my mind." "Anyways- im glad you came, I wanted to see you. I really missed you since-ahh!" His seat scoots back while some average rich guy pulls Undertakers seat and stands in the chairs previous place, "Hello, do you wanna come back to my place...I'll pay you," He whispers with a ugly 'im trying to hard' smirk. A few guys behind him laughed. "1. I'm working 2. Fuck off" and he walked of looking down and his friends followed.

"Ahem. Where were we?" Undertaker shyly said pulling his chair back to the table. "Nah that ruined my whole mood. If you don't mind, can I be alone?" You asked. He sighed and nodded "I hope that incompetent man and Ciel didn't ruin your night too much..." Then he left with his black cloak dragging behind him.

"Attention please," some dude shouted while hitting the glass lightly with a fork. "An announcement must be made to show gratitude for the person that made this possible, Undertaker." Clapping and yelping fell onto your already annoyed ears bad enough as a demon you were weirdly sensitive to loud sounds.

"Y/N come sit at the table with the rest of us, will you?" Sebastian asks, knowing you didn't want to. You sigh and sit next to Undertaker. "If you will enjoy the drink I made for each acquired taste. I did read your drinking preferences and got creative with what I saw I hope you all enjoy." Undertaker announced. You almost rolled your eyes but remembered your mistake and just clenched your fist repeatedly remembering your embarrassment.

The room either bit into their food first or took a big gulp or sip from their glass. Dinner went by really quick everyone was laughing as you were still upset, you were fighting the urge to laugh at some jones or people choking on foods and drinks. But when the plates were almost clean everyone started coughing... bad. Choking and people grabbing their throats, people falling off their chairs, hitting the tables. Sebastian's eyes went wide as he asked if Ciel was feeling well, "Yes Sebastian. But just in case let's get out of here." They started leaving but Undertaker kept you back. "Hey um I'm sorry your night didn't go as planned. I won't lie, I did this to spend time with you, cheer you up." "You..poisoned those people for me?" "Uh yes?"

You pull him by his stupid cloak and kissed him. It lasted pretty long when you pulled back he looked shocked and was blushing. "Hehe. I guess this day wasn't too bad right Y/n?" "Whatever. Let's go to your house."

[enbyfrogwrites]

you're so needy, baby

first actual post, be kind!

tags: mommy kink, sub! choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mixed coded but there's nothing pertaining to race tho outwardly, begging, cockwarming, needy!choso, dom!reader, 18+

also i tried my best but there's going to be spelling error and shit, i'm only one person and im sorry. Also decided to end it early because I don’t think that it’s that good. But if you want me to actually finish it, shoot me an ask.

word count: ~1.7k

It started that you wanted to play your game, and Choso kept asking for attention. He kept standing by your side even though you just started your new quest in your game. It was going to take awhile. You kept looking up at him when you saw him shuffling side to side from the corner of your eyes.

"Cho," You voice soft, this was your first forreal day off that you didn't have to do errands or still go on missions. You wanted to play your game. It's been weeks. "What is it that you need, baby?"

Your boyfriend just silently pulled at your sleeve, giving you a pout.

"If you want something, you have to tell me, I can't read minds." You pause your game and full turn to face the poor curse.

"I just..." His voice so quiet and sounds? Whiny? "I really miss you, Mommy."

oh. Oh.

"You miss Mommy, baby?" You coo, your face splitting into a toothy grin. You watch him nod, his face flushing such a pretty shade of pink.

"We...we haven't done it in so long," His voice was most definitely whiny. He wasn't wrong, since you were sent on back to back missions, all you did when you got home was just...sleep. The only thing you two did for the past couple weeks was scattered blows and handies. You understood where he was coming from.

But you really wanted to play your game. You also happened to look down, and see that Choso was half hard in the joggers you bought him. A bright idea crossed your mind, making you giggle slightly. It was perfect.

"How about this," You purr, your hands reach out and caress his stomach through his shirt. You watch as his body tensed and breath hitched. It made you smile softly. He's such a needy boy.

"I'll warm your cock, baby. I'll sit on your cock, and you be good for Mommy, okay?" You watch as his face twist in lust and confusion.

"Let Mommy play their game for one hour, okay? If you don't move and be a good boy, Mommy will let you fuck their hole however you want to, sound okay, Cho?"

Choso's face brightened up, you watched as his cock gave an interested twitch in the joggers.

"So... I can fuck Mommy if I'm good?" His voice was too cute, it was so hopeful and happy.

You nod, your lips giving your boyfriend a small smile of encouragement. "But, you're not allowed to move in me for one full hour. If you're able to do that, then yes." You really wanted to clarify the last part. You still really wanted to play your game.

Choso nodded, his face bright pink in lust and his facial expression showed so much excitement. You get off your office chair and motion for him to sit in it. You watch as he clammers into the chair, his hands fidgeting in his lap. His pants was still on…now that just won’t do.

You decided to pull the chair out from the desk, his hands grabbing on to the arm rests of your chair as you move him back. You move the chair far enough that you can slot yourself between the desk and your boyfriend, with space to move. You bend down to gently tug at Choso’s pants, pulling softly at each pant leg to get your point across. He dutifully lifts up his hips and you pull his pants down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh you, slut. No underwear? You’re so needy, baby!” You laugh, not maliciously but out of surprise. Generally he always kept his underwear on even at home, it was a habit he picked up from living with Yuuji before coming to live with you. He’s so desperate. It was so cute.

Choso nodded, his flushed face deepening in color. “I missed you so much, Mommy.” Your heart fluttered, god he was so cute. You were wearing one of your boxers only, so you swiftly pulled them off and tossed them off to your bed which was next to your desk. You watched as your boyfriend’s cock jumped, his cock almost all the way hard just from taking off both of your bottoms.

“This only works if you’re fully hard, so I’m gonna suck on it okay? Don’t move, okay? Be a good boy.” He gulped, his blush went down his neck and to his chest.

You didn’t wait for a response, you carefully dropped to your knees so you don’t land on your boyfriend’s feet. You looked back up at his face, looking at his lust filled eyes as you carefully brought the tip of his cock to your lips. Choso gasped quietly as you began to go down on him, your brain storing all his beautiful sounds in your memory bank for later. You sucked as much as you could comfortably fit in your mouth, making sure not to swallow around his hard length. After all, it’s just to make sure he’s completely hard not to actually get him off. You pulled back and went down again, doing this action a handful more times. Each time you took a bit more of his length in your mouth than the last. By this point Choso began panting, his mouth was open and he was mewling pathetically at the attention that you were giving him. You watched as his face began to scrunch up, his eyebrows furrowing cutely as he whined softly and gripped the arms of your desk chair.

You decide to pull off, which caused Choso to whimper. “Mommy, you felt so good though!” Choso was adorable, his eyes had tears in the corners from the stimulation.

“I know baby, but I told you I just wanted to just get you hard so you can slide in my hole, remember?” You were teasing him, you hand coming to gently stroke the tip of his cock. You felt his cock twitch in your hand deliciously, making you smile up at him. “Only for an hour, okay?”

You stood up and pulled up your shirt a little, it was baggy and you didn’t want it to catch on his cock or anything else. You leaned down a little bit and kissed Choso, your lips only going for a peck then pulling away. It was adorable seeing the poor curse trying to follow your lips. You turned around and felt Choso’s hands grab at your back, massaging your rolls lovingly as you pulled the chair closer to the desk with one hand. It was nice, your boyfriend didn’t care what you looked like, he loved your fat stomach, all your stretch marks and cellulite. It made you so happy that Choso genuinely love you for you, and wasn’t an asshole or embarrassed by you being fat. It made your heart soft when you felt his right hand snake its way to your front and rubbed at your stretch mark covered apron belly. You loved him so much. Without much prompting, you reached between your legs and aimed Choso’s cock to your now sopping wet hole. You carefully sat down, sheathing his length inch by inch. It took you a couple moments since your boyfriend was so big, but you finally bottomed out and was fully seated in his lap. Behind you though, you hear Choso gasping and felt him grip at your stomach. You looked behind your shoulder and saw his face was completely blissed out but also tortured. Your boyfriend’s face was so flushed, and his lips were parted and had drool partially leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby you feel so good around me.” Choso gasped out, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened his eyes to look at yours. “Love your hole, Mommy! It makes my cock feel so good!”

You smile softly as you lean back to give him a kiss. You sloppily landed it on his nose, since that was as close as you could get, but nonetheless you turn back around. You shifted a little, getting a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs. The moment made both of you sigh, his shaft was hitting your insides Perfectly, and your hole was clenching around his shaft so good. It was then that you realized with a laugh that you were still too far away from the desk, Not too far away, but too much so that you couldn’t reach your keyboard well enough to actually play.

“Baby?” You ask, your head turning around to look at your boyfriend. “You can move me for a minute or two if you scoot the chair up closer to the desk.”

“Move you on my cock?” Choso sounded so excited.

“Yep! Only for a minute or two, then I’ll play my game. But I can’t play this far away from the keyboard.” You blink at Choso as he smiled at you as he did what you ask in a heartbeat. You felt yourself and him scoot across the hardwood floor in a smooth motion, his thighs clenching as he flexed his legs to propel forward. Choso propelled you two enough so you can reach your keyboard and pull it closer to you. He left enough room so your stomach wasn’t digging into the desk, he was so considerate. God you loved him.

“Okay, you can move for only two minutes then you’ll let me play, okay?” You grinned at Choso as you felt him grab at your hips and sides, and hefted you up. Since he was a half-curse, his strength was able to carry you with no problems. He swiftly brought you down, your ass smacking against his pelvis with a loud slap. You grab at your desk as he lifted you up and began a brutal pace. You were left moaning helplessly. Your body jolting with each time Choso meeting you halfway. You look at your desktop and see that two minutes has passed and you reach down and grab at Choso’s legs, making him come to a halt.

“Baby, that’s two minutes.” You grinned wolfishly.

[ninelieswithme]

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★ sᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴜ - 1k+ ᴡᴏʀᴅs

Leon quietly treaded into the dimly lit room.

His worn combat boots squelching against the wet tiles.

The flickering glow of ember torches following him.

The overcasting shadows warped on the stone brick walls as he stalked through the castle.

It was eerily quiet, an unsettling contrast to the neediness of battles and monstrous roars he typically encountered.

Leon was just an avatar.

A collection of code.

He’d known for a while now that his world wasn't quite real.

Until he felt it.

A pull.

Directing his every move.

A invisible force dragging him around like a obedient dog.

He could feel your presence..

This was a new kind of nightmare for Leon… Or more like.. daydream?

Leon has faced his fair share of horrors, since his days as a young rookie cop..

But this..

This was much more..

Different~

God he loved the feeling~

It was euphoric even..

The touch of your fingertips on the keyboard was like a whisper to his lifeline.

Fuck.. he felt his blood running down to his v line.

A throbbing sensation accompanying it. 

Only bitting his lip while treading deeper into the dim lit throne room of the castle.

Thankfully his cargos were bagged enough to hide his growing erection.

But something about this world.

About your warm embrace that surrounded him made him want oh so much more..

“Such a tease” he said lightly.

Only hearing you hum through the monitor. 

Your fingers on the keyboard gently guiding him further into the estate.

Such a fucking tease..

He couldn’t stop his own thoughts..

Like a fucking horny teen..

God..

He thought while his imagination blossomed with a lustful enthusiasm ravaging him fully.

Thinking about having you cutely on your knees.

Being such a good baby, hair tied back (or not).

As he thought of your hands raking his chiseled abs.

Coming to a halt at his v line 

His cock hard from your warm touch.

While you unbuckled his belt with ease.

Fingers nimble as you unbuttoned his cargos.

Leon's breath hitched at the thought of your hands on his zipp-

Keep it together.. he thought..

He was already hooked..

He hated it with a passion.

Hated that you made him feel this way.

Hated how his cock was twitching, begging to be free for your warmth to envelop him, to be he all around him.

Hated he couldnt see you, touch you..

Feel you..

He yearned for more than this one-sided situationship.

Weeks past, like minutes.

His mission nearly completed

But something about this world…

About you.

Just kept him tethered to it.

This filthy world he’s trapped in.

To be eternally be doomed to relive the pain of the Las Plagas.

To eternally yearn for a soul who he will never meet.

Everything was so frustrating.

And so fucking confusing.

Why are you doing this to him.

Why?!

He’s been through enough.

Day by day leon was feeling worse then before. His head pounding.

his organs swirling.

The heat unbearable, tearing at him.

His canines turning sharp.

His god given physique, littered with black veins.

Pulsing and throbbing.

His crystal sea blue eyes turned crimson.

Through the pain Leon still yearned for you.

When all hope was thought to be lost for Leon.

When Leon was taking his final breaths.

He was going to succumb to the las plagas.

The angel that Leon always thought you were,

Saved him!!

More like ashl-

This just gave him his 1000th reason to love you!!

Now he owe’s you his life!

Permanently

You own him.

Oh he’ll be the best partner.. Forever

The best boyfriend..

Best husband, Nd’best father

You would like that!!

W̴͔̏̕ō̵̝̭͙̊ų̷͕̙͚͖̲̱̐̒̀̆̎̈͜l̶̘̫͚͎̟̙̺̼̦͈̋̽̔d̶͇͆̓̂̆͌͛͠n̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝’ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝ y̶̡͕̮͇͖͕̮̳̲̓ō̵̝̭͙̊ų̷͕̙͚͖̲̱̐̒̀̆̎̈͜..

Let him fill you up with his seed huh?, make you all cute and round with his baby

You had to at least like him?!?

R̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂Į̴̧̝͔͍͖͇̹̗̅͆̈́̈́̒̕G̶̢̨̖͚̜̺̭̥̭͓̾̒̃̃̈̏͋͝H̸̪͊̒T̷̢̧͎̤̗͙̜͓̽͊ͅͅ…

you saved his life.

H̸̪͊̒E̵̪͐̌̕ͅ L̸̼̞̰͘O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ṽ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅŞ̸̜̦̦̦̓́̐̈́͆̅̇̚ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊O̸̜͉̹̳̎͒̎̄͘͘͝Ù̸̺̓̀̓͒͑!

What you have done for him is unforgettable.

he thought this was just a small crush obsession.. but oh no..

This is much worse now.

you should’ve never played this game.

Everyday was a challenge for your pc now.

The glitches growing more frequent.

The slip ups more common..

Things leon were saying were more.. out of character.

He longed to break free from his virtual prison.

To meet the person who held his heart in their tender hands.

His darling, he would protect at all costs.

At all costs..

After hours of intense gameplay and streaming.

You stretched and yawned in your gaming chair.

Your eyes lidded and heavy with the exhaustion of the day.

"Alright, Leon," you murmured groggly.

"Time for bed. I'll see you tomorrow.".

You said in a calm tone still not fully aware on how deep leon has fallen for you.

You didnt even know he liked- no loved you.

Just blaming the things he said as glitched quotes that the mods forgot to take out of your game.

You did get it awfully cheap-

Shaking the thought you power down your warm pc, its fan finally slowing down.

Leon watched from inside of the game as you powered down your PC,

The screen going dark, leaving him in a silent, cold void of the game's code.

Leon felt an unbearable emptiness settling in.

Desperation clawed at him, he couldn't let you go

Not for a second

The resident evil logo beaming into the reflection of leons icy blue eyes.

But something had changed.

The boundaries of his digital prison had grown more fragile.

Whether it was through your persistent involvement of the game or his growing self-awareness.

More like hacking..

He felt the restraining weakening like a paper thin barrier just waiting to be torn apart.

This is his moment.

As you fell into your bed, your room lit only by the slivers of moonlight streaming in through the curtains.

You dose off into a cozy deep slumber like always.

Leon decided it was time.

With a force of will that defied the logic and science.

He pushed against the screen,

The boundary simmering away before him, collapsing entirely.

He emerged from the digital vortex.

Worn blooded boots stepped into your dimly lit room.

With ease sinking to the ground, landing on his feet without issue.

He approached your bed, watching your peaceful expression.

The moons glow shining down on you.

God your were stunning, your voice was too m’gonna take good care of you darling He thought.

Leon extended a hand, breaking through the final worry he wasn’t real as he gently touched your face.

Swiping away some messy strands of hair.

Piercing E/C eyes flickered open, groggy and disoriented.

You stared in utter disbelief at the man standing before you,

His body shielding most of the moon under-glow.

Fuck he looks hot.. Y/N WHAT THE FUCK, he’s an intruder!!

You mentally berate for checking him out lightly, while still staring at the man before you.

He looks very familiar..

Clad in tactical gear, the signature fringe of his hair casting shadows over his striking familiar blue eyes.

L-Leon..

You thought confused, while Leon looked at you, eyes dazed with admiration and intoxicating love.

With the tenderness of someone touching a fragile doll, he scooped you up into his arms.

Your body still limp from sleep while the dramatic shift occurred.

Still letting out a light yelp as he held you.

"Please, don't be afraid," Leon begged, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I just want to be with you, to thank you for all that you've done for me. I can't bear the thought of being alone in that game any longer."

You just stared at Leon in disbelief, heart pounding in your chest.

He squeezed tighter nuzzling into you more.

"I'm so happy you're here, I missed you so much~”

The last part he said, had a disturbing ring to it.

Sending chills down your spine. Staring up at him.

Seeing his lovesick lidded diamond blue eyes.

He had finally found his way to be with you, and he wasn't going to let you go.

Never

Never

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N̺̻̔̆ͅẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝

N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜v̷̧̬̽͂́̎̉è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑

N̶͎̫̉̍͘͝E̵̪͐̌̕ͅṼ̴̮̻̼̙̋͐̿̋̌̇̊E̵̪͐̌̕ͅR̶̨̨̖̬̹̥̜̠͎̺̍͐̂

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Looks like your in for a treat :33

AN - HAYYY I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MAKING THIS, MAKING IT MORE REAL 😭😭