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gold-rhine · 6 months

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hiii!! i wanted to start by saying that i LOVE with a passion your writing and fics, literally changed my life ong i dont know if you're currently taking requests or writing for lyney (or any fontaine characters for that matter) but i theres this idea that has been taking over my brain with lyney and him as a sub. (that said, feel free to ignore this if you aren't as familiar with his character and don't feel comfortable enough writing him)

just bear with me here for a second, so we all know that lyney is overprotective with his siblings and presents himself as a reliable person and hides behind his charming and onstage persona (i LOVE the fortress of meropide act where we can actually see farther into his character other than "flirty and charming magician" i also liked how lyney acted after his trial when he and lynette were talking w the traveler as an honorable mention)

then, we can see two versions of him, the version that is "lyney the magician", who was a way with words and is very skilled at deceiving people, flirty and suave he redirects a crowd's attention to focus only on the part (of himself) that he wants people to see. on the other side, we have a more "true" lyney, who is always protective for his siblings in fear that they are taken away from him again, he's impulsive but also genuine. a lyney that sometimes questions himself who he really is, after all of the masks and acts he has taken (character story 4), and also a lyney that wants to protect the home that arlecchino had given him and lynette when they were at their worst. (tbh him without his stage persona really comes off to me as "Im Trying ™")

(all seriousness aside, and this is just a headcanon, i could 100% see lyney in love in his room kicking his feet giddily and pacing around the room thinking of ways to romance his crush, just to go out and act all cool and suave like he wasnt just losing his shit for the last 2 hours) (or maybe im just projecting) (we will never know)

so, how does this play into flith?

imagine lyney having his first time w reader, he's not completely clueless because well, he's obviously an adult (and also this is lyney we're talking about. just look at his design.) i picture lyney overall (not just in sex) really good with theory, but when it comes to practice, he just falls apart.

another thing i also think would be at play is him learning to let go of his mask, of his responsibilities and just relax, let his brain turn into mush and his legs into jelly and let himself be fully naked (both physically and emotionally) in front of someone. how much he trusts his partner also is smth to be taken into account. i dont really see him as a one night stand type of guy.

then, i also think that his trauma with lynette's situation would also show, even though he isn't overly clingy with lynette, he always wants to be by her side, not only because theyre REALLY close but also because he subconsciously he wants to make sure that shes okay. (he even thought about getting a delusion so that they could be together on missions, and even when arle denied him he still tried to get better) i think that this subconscious need for feeling his loved one's presence (to put it in some kind of way) as if they would slip away the first moment he wasnt looking would manifest in the form of him being into handholding, or just overall keeping his hands on his partner, especially when he closes his eyes.

the last thing that i would like to mention is him w a praise kink, which i think would stem from his upbringing in the house of the hearth at least at mostly if not at all, due to searching for arlecchino's approval as a parental figure (setting aside the OBVIOUS father title, whether she intended or not she is the only parental figure the fontaine siblings have, and they do treat her as such, it would be normal for them to seek approval. however since we're talking about a harbinger, idk if that approval was met much, so yeah.) (however these are all assumptions based on how we can think life at the house of the hearth was for the sillies, i have only read lyney's voicelines and character stories and i am too lazy to read lynette's or freminet's, however i do think i am close enough)

LAST THING I SWEAR, with the whole "lynette has cat features and lyney having cat traits" thing. imagine,, lyney hiding his head in the crook of his partner's neck purring when hes too overstimulated... i am on my knees. 🧎

wow. that was a lot. sorry if i made this too long !! i wanted to request smut and ended up making a half assed lyney character study 😭😭 i hope i didn't bore you to death with my ranting, anyways even if you dont feel like writing, i would love to hear your thoughts about this. i love lyney's character with all my heart and i find that he is very fun to think about and explore his trauma character. i sincerely hope that you could find it in yourself to ignore my horrible phrasing skills and yeah.., i dont do requests often but i am desperate for sub lyney content and you have one of the most beautiful writing i have encountered in tumblr smut fics LMAO (if you do decide to write it, dom gn reader please and thank you)

love, lyney obsessed anon <3

oh my god, i didnt even know you can send so much text on anon asdfghjk.

anyway, lyney is not one of my absolute favs so i don't have a phd on him, so im not claiming all my opinions are corrrect, but i do like him a lot, i think he's v cute. i mostly agree with all of your points. what i would say, is that while ofc he has his stage persona, he really does love performance, its clear from his story quest. he enjoys attention, he likes impressing ppl, this is still part of his "real" self. like yes, he is very flustered when he has a crush and he will spend hours pacing around the room giddily and planning what he will do and then play suave, but he also really enjoys pulling it off, doing something special and impressive for his crush and then being admired and praised for it even if - especially if - he was actually nervious the whole time, bc thats part of the thrill, the high stakes!

if i were to write him, i think i'd do like. exhibitionism with a bit of pet play, bc i think he would want to do a show that he would rehearse for hours, and it would actually be pretty hot, but its too ambitious and some things you can't pre-plan without practice, so he *would* fumble things and be flustered, and on this edge of really charismatic and clumsily vulnerable is where his real charm lies.

anyway, i can't promise i'll write him, i assume you don't follow me since you said you don't know what i think of fontaine characters, but if i do, it will be in sub lyney tag so you won't miss it:)

#rhine talks #lyney

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genericpuff · 2 years

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To me the problem with lore olympus and rachel is that she keeps the fan feedback too close to her chest, yes it does "affect her because she's very sensitive" which is smth rachel has said before in interviews and stuff, but the problem is that if u let fan opinions get in the way of ur work maybe u should set boundaries with the way u interact with fan content OF UR OWN WORK.

Im not sure if im explaining myself correctly, but the way rachel somehow always tries to prove criticism wrong and has slowly started ignoring the foundations she previously set is making everything just so flat and boring. She doesnt work with what we've already read but trying to somehow "fix" things that are sometimes not clear on the get go.

For example, u (and a lot of people) complained about how demeter explicitly said she always put persephone in white (when persephone has willingly been wearing that color through the entire series). Meanwhile, i remember having read a post from loreolympians on instagram (iirc) analyzing perse's change of color scheme during s2.

The problem with these things is that rachel has most likely been engaging with these fans who take for granted that she plans everything out or that everything has a deep meaning (which to a sense you should do, because having faith in the author is usually how to go about analyzing storytelling), and somehow it's become a strange echochamber and it results in these weird, very blatantly written to be noticed, details or moments htat try to be smart but are just flat bc rachel doesnt give any effort to anything else aand prefers telling rather than showing so she can feel like a good author when fans obviously point these out

Jdhdjd these are just my two cents and sorry for the long rant but yeah basically rachel should separate herself from the fandom and try to write more objectively and focusing on the narrative instead of taking every little criticism of her comic so personally

Honestly, I can get being a little squeamish around criticism, shit I've had analysis stuff on my work that's consisted of praise and it's still sometimes a little overwhelming to read (I've got a big one in my asks right now that took me like 10 minutes to get thru because I had to keep taking breathers and I still need to actually share it LMAO it's not even criticism! it's just got so much in it, ahfdsaklg)

When it comes to criticism, I still get a little "aw man" sometimes. I recently got feedback from Pyrrhic & Victoria on my Reaper redraws and even though I'm pals with them and know they aren't gonna be harsh, it's still an incredibly vulnerable position to put oneself in. Especially when it's projects that you hold very close to your sense of self.

RS has definitely taken it a little too far in tying LO to herself as a person. Criticism of the comic = criticism of her , and her fanbase seems to view this the same way, that if someone doesn't like the comic, that has to automatically say something about them as consumers when... it really doesn't. If anything their reactions to criticism say way more about them as people than the criticism existing lmao

What's more upsetting and simultaneously eye-rolling is the fact that Rachel goes out of her way to look for things to be upset about. On multiple occasions now over the past 4-5 years, she's snuck into groups containing criticism, attempted to strongarm power away from moderators so she could have criticism removed, and basically just ruined her own day over other people's opinions whether or not they were meant to be read by her.

It's why I stand by the fact that people shouldn't be directly messaging RS with criticism or hate because that would just be unsolicited cruelty. While she should be more open to criticism, that doesn't mean she needs to open the floodgates on her DM's because there are plenty of places for criticism to exist outside of her peripheral. But she keeps turning her head to look at it. Like, she'll throw a hissy fit over criticism that wasn't even really directly aimed at her, just meant for the sake of discussion. And that's where I'd really honestly wish she could just get a grip.

Like, I'm sure there's criticism of Rekindled out there already. Shit, I've had other projects from yeeears ago that ended up being made fun of outside of where I posted it. It sucked, but going out and actively looking for it for the purpose of erasing it from existence wasn't going to make me a better creator nor was it going to benefit me as a person.

It's a shitty reality, but the bigger you grow as a creator, the more you will have to separate yourself from your audience. You don't have to stonewall them completely, many people follow these works for the creators themselves, but you're not entitled to everyone's friendship and praise, and if the criticism really bugs you that much, then fucking work on the thing they're criticizing, don't double down on it or try to control how your audience consumes your content.

It's why it drives me so nuts when RS does infiltrate these groups because it's an incredible invasion of privacy as well as the creator-reader relationship. Q&A's, panels, and personal socials are where you go to interact with the creator. A creator sneaking into a Discord group or subreddit or FB group with the intent of "listening in" would be equivalent to J.K. Rowling showing up in person to a book club meeting. It's just disrespectful to your audience and makes you look like a huge asshole. Have some grace and for once, I'll tell Rachel and her fanbase to take their own advice - if you don't like it, don't read it.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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marvel-writer-101 · 2 years

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Phased. Pt. 1

Vigilante Y/n + the Avengers

Author notes: this will be multi parts

Warnings: some cursing

Word count: 1610

(Art not mine, found on google, idk the artist)

You have the power of intangibility, also known as ghosting or other names. Simply put, you can phase through matter at will.

You've been a vigilante for the past few months and have caught the attention of the Avengers. Every night when you go out to stop some petty crime, you keep a watch out for anyone that might be part of their little search group for you.

They couldn't figure out what exactly your powers were. But that didn't matter, what mattered was figuring out who you were.

You see, your hero suit was pretty much just average clothing and a full face mask and gloves. (Imagine smth like this). The mask has a mouth and eye holes covered by dark mesh.

So it wasn't very easy to spot you among the crowd unless they were looking closely at everyone's faces, which still would be difficult considering it was the dead of night.

You spotted two people fighting and ran over to them.

"Hey! What's going on here?" You ask, your voice distorted by a voice changer in your mask.

The two look at you then smirk. One speaks into an ear piece, "Tony, we got 'em."

Shit. It was a trap. You were about to make a run for an alley nearby, but another person came out from there. Then you had FUCKING IRON MAN casually flying down in his suit.

On closer inspection, the two 'fighting' were Hawkeye and Captain America. The one who emerged from the alley was Black Widow.

"Take off the mask." Natasha said,

Pointing a gun at you.

You simply laugh at her, "Try me."

She shoots. It phases through you.

"Huh. Looks like you missed, what a shame."

They look at each other, confused. You take this chance to run off into the alley that Natasha came out of.

You hear footsteps behind you. You climb up a fire escape ladder and kick it out after you. You escape to the roof and take a moment to catch your breath.

Then, you hear someone land on the roof behind you. It was Iron Man.

You turn around.

"Take off the mask."

"Why?"

"To see who you are."

"Why?"

"Because you're breaking the law. You've hurt people."

"I only hurt people who hurt others. I'm like you guys, but for petty crime."

"Join our team then."

"Never."

"Now I'll ask you, why?"

"Like you said, what I do is illegal."

"What power do you have?"

"You're stalling. Im not that dumb. Au revoir, dear." With that, you jump down the side of the building. You jump from balcony to balcony until you make your way back to the ground.

You run off until you reach your home, or your base rather, leaving the Avengers unsuccessful again.

You return back to your base and are greeted by your two friends, Sylvie and Asher. (Both are ocs)

Sylvie goes by the vigilante name of Red. She has enhanced durability and pyrokinesis. Her hair is long, dyed red and she has brown eyes.

Asher goes by the vigilante name of Spark. He has energy manipulation. He has short, dark brown hair and green eyes.

"I really need to start bringing you two on patrol with me.." You sigh, taking off your mask and gloves.

"Why?" Asher asks, his voice monotone as usual.

"I swear was it those Avenger people again?" Sylvie adds, her voice just above the normal pitch of a girl her age.

"Yeah. They set a trap and I fell for it. Two of them were fake fighting so I went over to them, then frickin' iron man came and so did one of the assassins. Eventually they tried to shoot me which obviously didn't work, then i ran."

"Ugh! They're so annoying!" Sylvie says, rolling her eyes.

....

Now what were the Avengers doing? Well they were having a meeting. The topic; You.

"I dont get it," Tony started, "They were clearly shot.. But it's like it went right through them."

"Wait.." Natasha says, realizing something.

"Hm?"

"They were untouchable.. Intangibility."

"In-tag-na what now?" Peter asks, having been zoned out for the first half of the meeting that he was forced to go to.

"Intangibility. They can phase through matter."

"So none of us can hit them then?" Steve asks.

"Pretty much." Natasha sighs.

"No! Mr Stark can! The blasts from his suit are energy, not matter!"

Everyone in the meeting looks at him.

"You're onto something here, kid."

...

The next night you decide to bring Sylvie and Asher with you on patrol.

(Their suits! They also have matching masks)

"Sylv', Ash', just remember, if anyone looks like they might be an Avenger, duck your heads and act like we're talking or laughing about something."

"Righto!"

"M'kay."

Asher was less than excited about going on patrol and Sylvie was the complete opposite.

As you three walked the streets of New York you stopped some small things, a mugging, a kidnapping, things like that.

Suddenly, while in the middle of stopping a fight, some Avengers pull up.

Tony, Steve, and Peter.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here. The one we've been looking for, plus some." Tony says, aiming his hand towards you to blast you.

"Dont make this harder than it has to be, Stark. Let me and my friends go. At least let my friends go, they have no place in this."

"No." Steve speaks up.

"Fine. You chose the hard way."

Tony shoots a blast at you.

"SPARK! NOW!"

And with that, Asher re-aims the blast back at Tony.

"Red, you aim for the spider boy, Spark, watch iron guy for blasts. I got 'em."

And with that, Sylvie throws some fireballs at Peter, burning him severely.

"Mr Stark-!" The kid calls out, in too much pain to keep fighting.

"Red. Stop, dont hurt him too bad."

Sylvie then starts aiming blasts at Steve.

While Steve is pre-occupied with those, you punch and kick him in the fave until he falls over.

"Aim for his chest, Spark!" You shout as Tony shoots another blast.

"Red, watch the kid, dont hurt him he's already weak enough."

And with that, Sylvie throws a fireball at Steve again, but Peter gets in the way and gets hit instead.

"SHIT-!" You run over to him, grabbing bandages you have in your pocket.

"Kid, I know we're on different sides of the battle, but you're way too hurt right now." You grab his arm and start bandaging it.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Tony shouts, about to blast you.

"M-mr Stark... Its fine.. They're helping me..."

You finish bandaging his arm and sit him down against a building, "You stay right there alright? You dont need to get hurt anymore. We aren't going to target you."

You then rush back to the battle.

"Phase, what the hell was that!?" Asher shouts, "That thing isn't on our team!"

"It doesn't matter, he was hurt!"

After a lot more fighting, Asher successfully hits Tony in the chest and knocks him over.

"Guys! Lets go!" You shout as you start running back to your base.

Once back, you all take off your masks and head to bed.

3:39 a.m.

You are abruptly woken up by Sylvie screaming.

"Sylv'?! What's going on?!" You shout, seeing her in a state of panic.

"They took Asher! They took him! They just broke in and grabbed him! What do we do?!"

"Who? Who is 'they'?"

"Those people we fought like three months ago! The ones with the robots! They took Ash!"

"No no no! DAMNIT!" A few months ago, your group fought a group of robots. You couldn't defeat them, you mearly had to escape.

"What do we do, Y/n?!"

"I have an idea. You might not like it."

After a lot of convincing, Sylvie agreed to your plan of trying to get help from the Avengers. You'd have to wait for the next night to get their attention, so you hope Asher could hold out till then.

The day dragged on. Everything felt slower. You knew your friend was in danger, and you couldn't do anything about it. You didn't even know where he was!

Night finally rolled around and you went out to 'patrol', aka, get the attention of the Avengers and "accidentally" lead them back to your base.

And that's what happened. It wasn't hard to figure out when they were following you. Shadowy figures on top of roofs, dark shadows moving from alley to alley.

You and Sylvie walk back to your base and wait for the inevitable moment that only took about 5 minutes to happen; a knock on the door.

Unsurprisingly, you see Captain America, Spider man, Iron Man, Thor, and Black Widow.

Now to their shock, you just said, "We were expecting you." And let them inside. You take a breath, "Look, i know we haven't gotten along, but-"

"Where's the third one?" Steve speaks up.

"He isn't here." You sigh, "Part of this is about him."

You receive confused looks.

"As I was saying, i know we haven't gotten along, but our friend, who you know as Spark, was taken. Taken by a gang of robots that we unsuccessfully fought a few months back."

"Get to the point." Tony sighs.

"I was hoping you could help us find him."

Tony and Steve snicker to each other. "Why should we? You haven't helped us at all."

You take a breath, then decide to make either the smartest or dumbest decision ever. You take off your mask and reach out a hand,

"I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

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nctsplug02 · 3 years

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HELLOO i was the one who asked u abt when r u opening ur reqs again n i was thinking abt a smut where reader is slim but have big tiddies n bf! jae / johnny never rlly noticed until reader did smth to show it n they were surprised n got horny n after that they fucked HAHWHAJSNSKSH also include breeding n degradation pls HEHE FANKS U BAEE 😁😁💗💗

[3:39pm]

genre: smut and fluff

note: happy New Years my babies, im so ready for the new year and i hope you are too! i hope whoever reads this has the best year! <3

“Aren’t you gonna take the shirt off, baby?” Jaehyun asks as he applies the sunscreen on his face and body. “Oh, um.. i thought I’d keep it on while swimming.” You reply hugging your body. “Well, if that makes you comfortable then alright.” He smiles up at you.

You wore jaehyuns large t-shirt to cover what you were insecure about, which were your large breasts. You were too ashamed of your breasts that you wore baggy clothes to hide them.

“But why can’t jaehyun see your breasts? Don’t you guys get naked for sex?” Not you. You would always have his t-shirt on to cover them up.

Jaehyun knew to respect you and your boundaries so he never pressured you into anything.

“Okay, im going in first, alright baby?” He says standing up and tossing the bottle of sunscreen in the beach bag.

Your eyes follow as jaehyun makes his way to the pool where the others were at. “Ah! Here comes jaehyun!” Naeun squeals with her girl friends that surrounded her.

She was always trying to take jaehyun from you, you never understood why jaehyun still allowed himself around her.

You admired her, her perfect slim body, her perfect tits, her smile, her broad shoulders that you wished you had. When you looked at yourself, you saw a hideous monster with big tits. You’ve always wondered why jaehyun had picked you over Naeun.

“Ah! Don’t splash me jae! My hair was just done yesterday!” Naeun squeals and tries her best to cover her hair.

It looked as if the moment had happened in slow motion. Jaehyun splashed water on her and her friends, Naeuns’ tits bounced lightly, it made you mad.

“Jae, stop! Ahh!” She giggles and squeals, pushing her arms together to show her tits off.

“Y/n! Come join us!” Johnny smiles with the other guys surrounding him. You smiled back, should you do it?

Fuck it.

You bit down on your bottom lip and decided that you were gonna show your body off. You shouldn’t be insecure about them, you should love them.

You lifted jaehyuns shirt off your body and threw it behind you. You slowly made your way over the pool and walked in, the warm water thrashing over towards you as jaehyun continues to splash the girls.

“Aye, y/n joined!” Mark cheers with the red solo cup in his hand. You shyly grinned after gaining the attention from mark and the others.

“Jae—! Y/n?” Naeun looks at you in utter shock. Jaehyuns stops splashing and looks over at you, the tip of his ears quickly turning red as he sees your tits—

“Ugh, go put a fucking shirt on or something! Your tits are too huge, aren’t you ashamed of them?” Naeun said in disgust.

This was a mistake.

You inhaled and turned around, climbing out the pool and grabbing your towel from the beach bag. You wrapped your body in the towel and ran inside the house.

You felt so embarrassed, she embarrassed you in front of multiple people, especially your boyfriend. You saw how his face was, you couldn’t tell wether it was with disgust or shock— of course it was disgust, if Naeun and her girls were disgusted then obviously jaehyun was too.

You locked yourself in the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. “God, get me a fucking boob job or something.” You cried out, staring down at your breasts with shame.

Knock knock!

“Y/n? Can you open the door please?” You turned to the door, hearing jaehyuns voice from the other side. You sighed and reached over, unlocking it and letting him in.

“What, jae—?” You ask once he closes the door but, he crashes his lips onto yours causing you to shut up.

after a few seconds, he pulls away and gives you a toothy grin. “You did it, baby!” He says, cupping your face and cheering for you. “You faced your insecurity, baby!” He says leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“No, jae.” You push his hands off your face which makes his smile drop. “What? You did, baby. You faced it and I’m so proud of you!” He says and hugs you from behind when you turn around with an upset face. “But now im back in that hole.” You turn around with sad eyes.

“Didn’t you hear what Naeun said? I am ashamed, im ashamed of my.. overly large breasts.” You mumble, looking down and tightening the towel around your chest. “Look at me,” he says cupping your face again.

“Baby, im so glad that you faced your insecurity today. Who gives a fuck about what Naeun said, her opinion doesn’t matter, baby. Trust me.” He laughs a little when you pout. “I love you.” He says and gives you a kiss. “I love you too.” You reply when pulling away.

“So, can i finally see the girls?” You scrunch your face up at the nickname he gave your breasts. “No pressure, baby. Show me when you’re ready—, oh fuck.” He mentally slaps himself when you drop the towel and pull your swimming top off.

He hesitates but then asks, “can I, can I touch them?” You laugh at him and then nod. His hands shakingly make their way to your large breasts. He cups them causing a soft moan to come from you, he looks up and smirks.

He looks up again when you gasp from the touch of his thumbs rubbing your nipples. “Oh, jae.” You sigh, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away which makes him pull you into a hug. “God, your boobs feel like pillows.” He groans as he feels your soft breasts against his chest. “They could be your pillows?” You suggests with a grin.

“I seriously can’t hide how hard I am right now.” Jaehyun says causing laughter to erupt from both of you. “What can i do to help?” You ask, biting your smirk away. “Well,” he hugs your waist tightly and looks down at you. “you can.. let me use that pussy of yours?” You tilt your head. “Hmm, think we can do better than that, baby.” Slowly and seductively, the intense eye contact turned into a heated makeout session.

You push jaehyun away, “how ‘bout we take this someplace else? Like.. Naeuns’ room?” He grins and giggles. “You’re a dirty girl, ‘dyou know that?” He says opening the door and picking you up before bringing you up to Naeuns room.

He kicks the door shut and lays you on the pink bed. “God, get these off.” He mumbles as he tugs on your shorts. You lift your hips to help the struggling man, he yanks your shorts and panties off with no struggle. “Finally.” He huffs and throws the clothing articles behind him.

“Yours, off too.” You frown up at him which makes him melt. He quickly gets rid of his swimming trunks and throws them behind him. “Let me see those beautiful tits again.” He mumbles and pulls at the towel that covered them.

He nearly cums when he sees your large tits just laying there. “Fuck,” he groans and grabs them, fondling them in his large hands. “Oh, how bad I want to fuck these tits.” He groans with an eye roll. “Fuck em’ then.” You say innocently along with an innocent smile. “Fucking slut just wants her tits fucked, hm?”

Jaehyuns hands trail down from your breasts to your dripping heat where he then slips two fingers in. “Oh shit.” You breathe out. “God, did you see how easily my fingers slipped inside your cunt? That’s how wet this fucking pussy is.” Jaehyun says with a smirk and a light laughter.

“Mm, just fuck my pussy!” You whine impatiently with an angry pout. “Ah, ah, ah. Ask nicely, you slut.” He says, stopping his fingers from moving. “Mm, fine.” You huff with attitude. “Please fuck me, jae.” He squints his eyes and scoffs.

“A slut who is desperate to get their hole filled needs to beg more.” He says, removing his fingers from your hole and wrapping them around your neck.

“Please fuck me, jae? I’m a desperate slut who wants her pussy filled with your cock!” Jaehyun smirks down at you, satisfied with how you whined and begged. “Okay, baby. Okay.” He teasingly coos at you while pumping his hard cock and spreading his precum around his tip.

“Jae, pl—“ your whining is stopped by jaehyun pushing his cock into you. “Oh, my!” You gasp and grip onto the sheets as he quickly starts ramming himself into you.

“Look at these fucking tits b—bouncing.” He says chewing onto his bottom lip and grabbing at your breasts that bounced with his rough thrusts.

“J—jae, please sq—squeeze my boobs?” You said through your uneven breathes. “These ones? Of course, baby.” He says squeezing at the soft flesh.

The room filled with your moans and jaehyuns groans that mixed beautifully. The squelching noises coming from your pussy as jaehyuns cock slid deeply inside you.

“Oh, jae,” you gasp, hands finding its place on your other breast, “im so close, im so close to cumming all over your cock.” You cry out which turns jaehyun on even more. “Good, be a good slut that you are and cum on my fucking cock.” He says leaning down and shoving your breast into his mouth.

When you had reached your climax, you clenched around jaehyun for dear life. “Fuck—, im so close, baby.” He whispers in your ear as he desperate rocks his hips. “C—cum in me then.” He pulls his head up and stares at you, his thrusts slightly slowing down.

“W—what?” He says confused. “Breed my hole, jae. Fuck a baby in me so everyone knows how good I took your cock. Let them know how good you fucked me raw—” You squealed as he picked his pace up again.

He was chasing it, he was chasing for his orgasm. Your words had hyped him up which turned him into a mad man. “You want it, baby?” He asks you through his clenched teeth. “Of course I do.” You reply before he then releases his load into you.

His white ribbons shooting themselves onto your velvetly walls. You guys stay like that for a while until he finally pulls out and dresses you and himself.

You guys walk outside to where the others were at and they looked at you both as if you guys were insane. “Where’d you guys go? Took about an hour for you two to hurry back out here.” Taeyong asks, resting his arms on the cement and looking up at the couple.

You look at jaehyun and he looks at you.

“We went.. to have some fun.” Jaehyun answers with a sly smirk.

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honeycombstrawberry · 3 years

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hi my love🥺 im sory could i request a drabble or smth involving a first kiss with adrian after he catches you crying over feeling lonely? ik this is too specific im sory 😩

a home in here

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen+

word count: 3,263

one-sentence synopsis: adrian finds you crying outside and resolves to solve whatever the problem is-- if only it were that easy.

author's note: i dropped everything to write this when i saw it!! i love you so much!!!! i hope this warms your heart!!!!!!! you are not alone!!!!!!!!!

read on ao3!

Sometimes, it’s just— it’s too fucking much.

Like, you get it. You do, you really do, you get that everybody else on the goddamn fucking planet seems to have somebody but you. In moments like these, it just weighs on you: the heavy feeling, in the center of your bones, that there’s nobody. It doesn’t matter if there are others like you; it doesn’t matter if you love people in other ways; it just— none of that matters.

All that matters to you, right now, is that you’re alone. You don’t have anybody here with you. You don’t have anybody who loves you holding you and telling you it’s going to be okay. There’s nobody who will comfort you, and you’ll believe them. You’re completely fucking alone, and you’re hurting, and it feels like nothing will ever be right again.

You’d tried to shake this feeling out. You really had. It’s been settling over you for a while now, getting deeper and deeper, and it hurts, and it’s easier to just fall into it.

—But you do want to want to be better, even if you don’t necessarily want to be better right now.

So, when Chris asks if you and the rest of the 11th Street Kids want to get drinks tonight, you agree. Because you want this to end, and you don’t want to be lonely anymore, and you were hoping that the love of your friends would help you overcome it.

That’s not what happened.

What happened is that you sat at the table with your friends and realized everybody is in love with someone but you— or would rather be anywhere else but with you, which hurts even more. Chris and Emilia obviously have each other, always— making eyes at each other, ignoring everyone else half the time. Leota’s married, and constantly on her phone with her wife, that she’s in stupid fucking love with. John’s on his phone a lot of the time, too, and he won’t tell you all why, but you can’t be mistaking the way he smiles at the messages he gets.

The worst is Adrian. You have the stupidest fucking crush on him, just— You’re infatuated with him, and you don’t know what to do about it. He’s annoying, and he’s chatty, and he’s thoughtful, and he’s intense, and you just can’t get enough of him.

And he spends the entire night looking at everyone and anything but you.

It’s the last straw. You can’t do this anymore. Even Adrian can’t stand to be near you, and he was the one person— the one person— you thought might be able to pull you out of this.

Suddenly, the overwhelming, crushing sensation of loneliness swells inside your chest. It’s this feeling that you’re too far away from everyone else, even if they’re sitting within arm’s reach; like, if you screamed, nobody would be able to hear you. When you close your eyes, everywhere around you, it just feels like— distance. You’d give anything to have someone hold you, to tell you you’re alright, to have them mean it, for you to believe it. Anything.

The feeling chokes off your throat, and then you’re saying, “Excuse me, I have to get out,” so that John will slide out of the booth and let you out.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks as you get up.

You nod, not trusting your voice after it started to break at the end of your words. Keeping your head down, you hurry towards the back hall in the bar you’re all in, trying to find the bathroom so you can just sit and try to clear your head for a second.

You end up finding a door and pushing through it, your head still down. When you look up, you realize you’re outside.

The fresh air is actually kind of nice, so you step out into it, onto the sidewalk on the back side of the bar. You turn to grab something to prop the door open, but it slips out of your hands as you do. Jerking to snatch the knob again, it slips from your fingers, clicking shut.

Heart sinking, you reach and jerk at the knob. It’s locked, because of fucking course it is. You’ll have to loop all the way back around, and wait through the line, or text—

You don’t have your phone, you realize. It’s too fucking much, just— One thing after another, and your face is burning, throat tight, and then—

“Fuck,” you spit. You swipe angrily at the tears that overflow from your eyes. Ducking away from the light, you drag your sleeve up to cover your face, but it doesn’t even matter at this point. Anybody who came over would see what’s going on. Just you, standing here, sobbing, and just— for what? Because you feel alone?

The thought overwhelms you, and you’re collapsing again, hands pressed over your chest, trying to muffle your own sobs. Your knees ache like they’re hollow, so you give up, kneeling down on the goddamn sidewalk, sobbing out loud, nails digging into the backs of your own hands. You can’t control the feelings of pain as they course through you, because of course you can’t. You’re sad; you should be allowed to be sad. You’re embarrassed, too, since anyone could come out here, and then what would they think—

The door clicks in a self-fulfilling prophecy, and you swipe hastily at your face, trying to stifle your crying. You just hope the person will keep walking and ignore you, that they’re not some Good Samaritan that wants to stop and talk or some bullshit.

“Hey,” Adrian’s voice says, and your stomach twists.

Worse, you think. So much fucking worse.

“Get locked out?” Adrian asks. You don’t look up at him, but you can imagine him leaning in the doorway, backlit by the neon bar lights, waiting for you to get up and come back like you always do.

You don’t this time. You don’t answer him, either; you can’t. You haven’t even managed to stop crying yet, so if you speak, he’ll definitely be able to tell.

“Hey,” Adrian repeats, and then there’s the scrape of his sneakers on the ground as he’s stepping forward. There’s a soft shk as he props the door open with something, and then he’s crouching beside you. You can feel the shape of him in the air next to you. “Are you crying?”

“Fuck off, Adrian,” you snap, voice cracking halfway through. You’re mortified, and it makes you feel angry on top of the hurt and the sorrow that’s lancing through your heart. “Just go back inside, I’ll— I’ll come back in a minute.”

“What the fuck?” Adrian asks. “No, I’m not gonna just go back inside.” He shifts to sit down on the ground directly instead of crouching. “What happened to you? You looked so upset when you left. Did somebody say something? Because I'll fucking kill whoever it was, you just say the word. Wait, did I say something? Because I can do—”

“No, Adrian, you didn’t say anything wrong,” you tell him. Your sobbing is quieting, at least, as you quiet enough to talk to him, though you can’t stop crying. Tears just keep pouring down your face, burning in hot trails. Wetness catches in your throat and your words hitch when you say, “Saying something wrong would require actually saying something to me.”

Adrian’s silent for a moment. After a beat, he says, “Okay, I feel like you might be mad.”

You huff a wet laugh. There’s not much humor in it. You fall to sit on the ground like he is, though you draw your legs up, wrapping your arms around your knees. You bury your face in your forearms, twisting away from him.

“I’m not mad,” you tell him.

“You sure?” he asks. “Because that felt like a mad thing to say. And you can tell me if you are, because I just want to fix it.”

“I’m not mad,” you repeat. He starts to say something again, and you say, “No, I’m not, I mean it. I’m just— I’m sad. I guess.”

He’s quiet for another beat. Hesitantly, he asks you, “Is there a specific reason you’re sad? Is it something I can do something about?”

“No,” you answer automatically. You turn further into your arms, curled up tightly away from him. You want, more than anything, to lean into him, to let him comfort you, to have him be the one that saves you from being alone. That’s why you lean away; you can’t put this on him, not when he so clearly doesn’t want it.

“It feels like you’re thinking a lot more than you’re saying,” Adrian tells you. “I know it’s kind of, like, a cheesy stupid sort of dumb thing to say or whatever, and you can tell me if I’m way off base here, but you can be honest with me.” After a second, he adds, “I’m honest with you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you say.

He leans over and nudges you. The place where his arm touches your side blazes; you want him to pull you into his arms, and you’re terrified he will. You’ve been alone so long, it’s hard to imagine being any other way. You’re out of practice.

“Is that a bad thing?” Adrian asks. It’s half a joke, and half an honest question. He’s always trying to get a read on you, to figure out what it is you really want. It’s impossibly endearing; you wish you could have it all the time.

You think about it, since you know the answer will mean something to him. You ultimately tell him, “No, it’s not.”

He scoots a little bit closer on the ground beside you, until his side is brushing against yours, just barely. He leans in a bit closer, tells you, “Then you can be honest with me. I mean it. Just— You can tell me what’s wrong. I won’t even say anything. Like, if you want me to just shut up and listen to you talk, then I’ll do that, I can. I know I might not always be the best at, like, reading the room or whatever, or like, understanding, but if you’re upset about something, I can help. I don’t want you to be upset.” At the end, he pauses, then adds, “If— I don’t want you to be upset. So if something’s upsetting you, I want to fix it. Okay?”

He seems so firm, even as he’s rambling, his flood of words washing over you. They reel you back in, tethering you to him, grounding you in this moment with him. You lift your head to look at him, momentarily forgetting about the tears burning on your face still.

You nod, heart racing. It’s terrifying, and it’s unknown, and you don’t know how to do this, but— fucking God, you want this so bad.

“Why wouldn’t you look at me?” you ask him. At the confused look on his face, brow furrowing behind his glasses, you clarify. “Inside. It felt like you were ignoring me.”

There’s a split second, and then realization dawns on his face, his eyes connecting with yours as it spreads. His cheeks color, and then he looks away, down at a thread on his jeans.

“Be honest,” you remind him, before he can lie to you or avoid the question.

He sighs, says, “That’s shitty of you. You know I have to tell you the truth now.” For another beat, he hesitates. Then, he says, “I just— I might— I worry that I look at you too much sometimes, so I’m trying not to, like, freak you out or anything. I don’t want to be creepy, and I know I can come off really creepy, Chris tells me all the time that I’m staring at you in a freak way and I don’t want to—”

“Adrian,” you cut him off. You rest your cheek on your forearm, looking up at him with your wet eyes, droplets clinging to your eyelashes that flick off when you blink. “Do you mean that?”

There’s splotches of pink hectic on his face, and he tells you, “Well— Yeah. Sorry. Is this a creepy thing to do, too? Like, telling you about it? Should I not have done that?”

“No,” you tell him. “I’m glad you did. I wanted to know, that’s why I asked.”

You dig your nails into your hands again, forcing yourself to keep looking at him, to not look away. He looks back at you, though he blinks a few times— nervous, you think.

“Can I ask you something?” Adrian keeps the eye contact you’re maintaining. “You can say no.”

“It’s only fair if I say yes,” you reply. “Go ahead.”

He still seems to pause for a moment before he asks, in a burst, “Why were you out here crying? Because I thought you were excited to come out but then you haven’t seemed like you’ve enjoyed yourself at all, but I really like when you come out with m— us. With us. We like it— I like it. It’s nice. So, what— Why were you crying?”

You smile slightly, just a tiny tilt at the edge of your lips that you can’t fight back. It’s gone in a second, but it did come, for a beat.

He was honest with you, so you resolve to be honest with him. After all, it can’t get any worse. You can’t get any more alone. The worst he can do is leave, and that’s no worse off than you were before, so what’s it matter, really?

“I was feeling sad,” you tell him. “Because I f—” Your voice starts to break, the lump in your throat coming back. You let the tears come when you admit, “Because I feel alone, and I feel like I’m— like I’m always going to be alone, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. And I know what that—”

“No, hey, don’t take it back,” Adrian stops you. “I asked. I wanted to hear it.”

He’s quiet for another beat. Then, he shifts closer again, his arm lifting up to wrap around you. You exhale in a shuddering rush, your muscles tight.

His fingers wrap around your arm, and he starts to rub you there, hesitant. He asks, “Is this okay?”

You nod in sharp jerks. “Yeah, that’s— That’s okay.”

He nods, too, and keeps rubbing your arm. He shifts to do the same to your shoulder, and you curve into his touch without even thinking. You want to feel him all over, for him to press you flat, to keep you safely grounded on Earth. His side lines up along yours, and you’re wound impossibly tight.

“Hey,” he tells you. “It’s okay. I don’t— I don’t know if this actually helps, but you’re not alone. At all, you are— You are not alone.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you say.

“I told you, I’m going to be honest with you,” Adrian says. “And it’s actually, like, really important that you hear this, because hearing you say you feel alone, like— I don’t want you to feel lonely, because you make me feel like I’m not so lonely, y’know? Like—” He exhales in a gust, pulling you in a little closer. “I don’t have many friends. Or, like— Really any friends, besides you guys, and I— The way I feel about you— And—” He makes a small, frustrated noise, then says, “Okay, I don’t want to say the wrong thing, but I really like you. And you make me feel like I’m not alone, and you really make me feel— something, which is like, really awesome. And— I want you to feel that way, too. It makes me feel so fucking gross that you’re sad because you’re lonely, like, fuck, I really, really fucking fucked up if you feel so lonely that you’re crying about it.”

His words are overwhelming, and you close your eyes, falling into him. Your muscles all fall apart, relaxing at once into him, letting him hold you up when you melt into nothingness. You trust him, and he catches you. He comforts you, and— and, fuck, you think you might actually believe him. Because this is Adrian, and if he says he’s telling the truth, he is.

He’s painfully honest. You have to believe he’s being honest now, too, because he’s never anything but. And never with you.

Still, you can’t help yourself asking, “You don’t m— Do you mean that? L—”

“Yes,” he tells you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t interrupt you, but— Yes. I mean it. All of it.”

You open your eyes now, lifting them to meet his. He’s so goddamn earnest, looking at you, waiting for your response. There’s only honesty in his face, and adoration, and he’s looking at you now, and he’s talking to you now, and your heart is breaking open just for having him here with you.

“Adrian,” you say, cracking. “I don’t— I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

He furrows his brow a bit, that confused look returning to his face. He smiles when he says, “You never were alone. I just have to do a better job at showing you that.”

Your eyes flick down to his smile, and you find yourself reflecting it, smiling right back at him. He looks down at your lips, too, and you can feel the minute shift in him. There’s a tug of longing, not just lust and desire, but also a yearning for closeness and intimacy, as well.

He inclines his head slightly, and you give him a tiny nod. He tilts in, letting his lips brush yours in the barest of touches. His brow furrows when his eyes close, and he comes in a second time for a soft kiss, though firmer than the first, finding the warmth of you easily. He reaches up, his hand slipping up your jaw to tilt your head slightly, too— to hold you in place where he wants to keep you, just for a moment.

He lets the tip of his nose drift up your cheek when he separates from you. A lick of heat rolls down your spine, grounding you to the earth, tying you to him.

“Adrian, will—” you start to ask, then stop.

“No, go ahead, what?” he asks quickly. “You can tell me, ask me. Ask me anything, go ahead.”

“I just want you to hold me for a second,” you tell him, and you’re embarrassed all over again, but he doesn’t even hesitate.

Adrian reaches out, pulling you into his arms, right there on the sidewalk outside the bar. He doesn’t care about anyone who sees, or what this looks like. All he cares about is having you in his arms, and comforting you, and making sure you’re okay in this moment. Nothing else matters to him but that.

He buries his face in your hair, just tugging you in to hold you tightly. His arms wind around you, and he tilts his face up so he can kiss you again, nudging you into a close-mouthed press that keeps you rooted in this with him.

“You’re not alone,” Adrian promises you when you separate. “I don’t know a lot of shit, but I know that. You’re not alone.”

You nod, wrapping your fingers up in his shirt, drawing his forehead to yours. You breathe his air, and look at his eyes from impossibly close up, letting his smile press to your lips again when he repeats, “You are not alone.”

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starglow-xx · 3 years

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Hi! How are you doing? Girlll, I love your work :3 congrats, you're a real star cuz' you light up my tumblr Haha. If requests still open, what about some ADA boys (surprise me hihi) reacting to a little sister dating?

ahh i love this! of course, of course! there’s no specific gender i implied for whoever their sister is dating so yeah :D

sorry for the long wait! bc of that, i wrote smth extra, but that won’t be published until a while later (it’s so fun to write i love it sm)

the ada boys when they find out their little sister is in a relationship

platonic! ada boys x little sister! reader

characters: dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, kunikida doppo, miyazawa kenji, nakajima atsushi, tanizaki junichiro

for your age, it honestly depends on the character, so yeah

dazai osamu

he had his suspicions but wasn’t rlly able to investigate bc kunikida was watching him like a hawk

his abandoned stacks of paperwork was getting too high

kunikida promised whoever could find dazai the most would get treated

ranpo ratted him out every single goddamn time

but for his overall reaction, tbh, i think it might depend on how old you are

if you’re like 15-17 it’ll be obvious that he’s overprotective, but he knows he can’t really do anything to stop you

he acknowledges the fact that you’re growing up as a beautiful lady and want independence

but it doesn’t mean it won’t whine

“WHA-WHA Y-YOU’RE DATING?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR BIG BROTHER?!”

if you’re 18-21, i feel like he’d have a little bit more control (is that the right word for this?) and mind his own business

bc obviously, you’re an adult now, and all the actions you take are your responsibility now

but like i said earlier, it doesn’t mean he won’t whine

“do you have to be dating now?? you can always start when you’re 50″

but regardless of who you’re dating, he will unravel everything abt them to make sure you’re going to be safe and well taken care of

the two of you have gone through hell and back before coming to the ada

he will make sure you have your happy ending

if it means dating chuuya or akutagawa then so be it

he’ll gag and be the biggest shit about it but he’ll suck it up

eventually

edogawa ranpo

he already knew

there’s no way he didn’t know already

doesn’t mean he likes it though

he whines to fukuzawa abt it

yosano occasionally too

he won’t meddle in your relationship, but like dazai, he will also unearth every little thing abt whoever you’re dating

i feel like he’s a “i don’t like this, but i trust you, but i don’t trust them” type of person

he’d be more relaxed if you were dating someone he already knew/trusts

basically anyone in the ada + poe !!

but despite that, he won’t stick his nose into your business but will do so if needed

he’ll complain that you don’t pay attention to him as much anymore but he knows that there’s not much he can rlly do abt it

well, there are probably some things he can do, but since finding out abt this whole “dating” thing, fukuzawa and yosano have been keeping a close eye on him

so he settles for being whiney instead

“(y/nnnn) you’re not paying attention to me anymoree >:( “

“nii-san im literally making you a cake rn”

way deep down tho, he’s happy that there’s someone who can take care of you

“but they have to face me first got that (y/n)-chan?!”

just so you know, the person will fail ranpo’s test bc it’ll probably be smth ridiculous like “solve this mystery before me!” knowing that he will win

he’s a little shit like that

but still, he’s the greatest detective so ig he gets a pass

kunikida doppo

break it to him gently bc please you’re going to give him aneurysm

he knew deep down that at some point you were going to start dating but he definitely wasn’t prepared

he probably had a copy of his dating plan for you

yk the one episode where he says smth like “in 4 years i’ll find someone to date and in 6 we’ll marry” or whatever??

yeah that

he also has a page in his notebook for your ideal partner by his ideal standards

you found out bc dazai told you and well, it wasn’t pretty

dazai had a field day watching you scold him for it

kunikida was kneeling and looking at the ground and everything

he never looked more like a little kid than in that moment

dazai still has pictures that kunikida still hasn’t been able to get rid of

bold of him to assume that dazai already didn’t make a ridiculous amount of photocopies and backups

it pisses him off slightly bc you choose to ignore his ideals him but like i said for the last two boys, he knows he can’t really do anything abt it

as much as he doesn’t like it, at the end of the day, it’s your relationship and not his

nothing is going to benefit him by being a helicopter parent/sibling

and from what he’s heard, whoever your partner is, they’re making you happy and taking care of you so he can’t really complain

he keeps a close eye on you when he can tho

when you have a date, he makes katai keep him updated by using the signal in your phone to track you

so at the very least, he knows where you are even if he doesn’t know what you’re doing

yk what-

forget what i said abt him not being a helicopter paretn/sibling bc it doesn’t benefit him

your safety and well being is his #1 priority

miyazawa kenji

i made up a special scenario just for kenji and i think it’s rlly cute

kenji is still 14 and let’s say ur like 5ish

okok imagine yall are back home at ihatov and you guys are just in the village doing cute sibling things

kenji is helping one of the “onee-sans” in the village and ur nearby playing w/ one of ur friends

and then it happened

“nii-chan! nii-chan!! me and *insert name* are getting married!”

“oh that’s nice! when’s the wedding?”

he’ll indulge in your “game” bc he sees how genuinely excited you are and bc he sees that you’re literally radiating beams of light and sparkles

ig it runs in the family

at first he’s all happy, excited and supportive and whatnot but then at some point he’d be like

huh.

is this too young??

he wouldn’t be upset per say bc it rlly isn’t in his personality but i think he’d be a little confused bc “wow i feel like we’ve missed a lot of steps”

but nonetheless

he’d be very supportive and will probably be your flower girl, ring bearer, pastor, everything; basically anything you ask

nakajima atsushi

supportive #1 brother fight me

he won’t be mad that you’re dating, but instead elated that you found someone that can make you so happy

happy in a way he could never

but he’s shocked and lowkey hurt you didn’t say anything to him at first but understands it ig..??

bc he knows you need space and all that but like “(y/n) why didn’t you say anything T^T “

he still loves you tho

but he’s also still worried abt you

he trusts you to make good decisions and that you’ll take care of yourself but he can’t help it

it’s the big brother instincts yk?

he’s also kinda sad bc, it’s a sign that you rlly are growing up and probably won’t need him anymore (which is complete nonsense)

he wants you to at least tell him a little bit abt them or even meet them briefly

he wants to have some sort of analysis of what they’re like so that he can stop worrying, even if it’s just a little bit

when atsushi does meet them, he’s not gonna be like those scary intimidating older brothers but he’ll act like how he usually does

bc if they’re sticking around, they’ll have to like him or at the very least, tolerate him

he’s kinda insecure that they won’t like him ://

he wants them to tho! they’re a important part of your life so he wants to have a good impressions

jeez it’s like he’s the bf and not the other way around (ಠ_ಠ)

like ranpo, he probably wouldn’t stick his nose into your business unless necessary but dazai would somehow rope him into stalking watching your dates at a distance

absolutely horrible at being discreet

partly dazai’s fault tho

he always ends up giving atsushi a heart attack bc he’d get way too close to where you were

one time bc he panicked, the only solution he could come up with to hide is by tackling him into a rose bush

when you walk into the ada the next day and see dazai’s face covered in cutesy band aids (kudos to kyouka & kenji) and ask him what the heck happened to him, he answered “stray cat”

atsushi let him get beat by kunikida a little longer than usual that day

tanizaki junichiro

PLEASE YOU DIDN’T EVEN TELL HIM

idk why you would tho (ಠ_ಠ)

if you did s/o might go bye bye

im kidding

for the most part

he may not have known at first, but naomi definitely knew

you had to bribe her with weekly sweets to keep the secret

junichiro definitely caught onto the fact that the youngest of their trio was treating the older two quite often but didn’t think too much of it

naomi can be so mean tho T^T

gets you to do nearly everything if she so much smirks your way

you just know her all too well

he found out bc he came home early from a mission once and found yall making out in the kitchen

he was ready to cut a bitch

nearly did

but you and naomi (who got home in the middle of the chaos) were able to stop him

obviously he was rlly upset abt everything but i headcanon that after being like upset/angry he’d be kinda mopey

kinda like tamaki from ohshc if you know what i mean

he might even spill some crocodile tears

if he’s feeling that bad then he might even go emo mode and sulk in his seat or in a corner

after he gets over it, like kunikida, he’s watchful over you

drags atsushi with him to stalk all of your dates

im not even going to cross it out, it is what it is; stalking

atsushi is always exhausted after these sorts of things so tanizaki buys him chazuke as a “im sorry for dragging you along but you already know that you’re coming with me next time” treat

also one of the ones who tries to unearth every little thing and is the “i don’t like this, but i trust you, but i don’t trust them” type

remember how i said in atsushi’s thing that he won’t go into scary intimidating older brother mode? junichiro is the exact opposite

he does it both discreetly and indiscreetly

yk, being intimidating when you aren’t looking or he’s smiling but yall know there’s a hidden meaning in it

but like atsushi, he wants to meet them to have a...little chat

ITS SO QUIET

it’s even more terrifying bc a) scary big brother b) said big brother is an operative of the armed detective agency and c) being said operative means he knows how to kill you and have no problem hiding your body

please if i was the one there i might piss my pants

it takes him a while to adjust to this...new circumstance but if you’re happy then he can’t rlly complain

you’re happiness and safety (along with naomi’s) is his top priority so if this person is giving you that happiness and willing to doing anything protect you then he doesn’t rlly have any other choice but to accept it

eventually, whoever you’re dating might grow on him but that’ll take some time

naomi is like your brother bc she can be a bit overprotective (not as extreme tho) but she she still likes your s/o

she likes that whole “watching young love blossom” cliche sort of thing if you know what i mean

but she will cut them if they hurt you

conclusion

overall, the boys, as expected all have their own reactions to their precious younger sister having their own relationship, but in the end, as long as you’re happy, safe, and protected, they will be supportive and trust your decisions.

BUT

they are all the “hurt her, i hurt you” type so just warn your s/o ahead of time ☺️☺️

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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mercy-burning · 4 years

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Move This Along

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After months of waiting, Spencer decides he finally wants to have sex with Reader. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, sex (oral sex- female receiving, virgin!Spence, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie) Word Count: 5.6k

Full Request: “...so a smutty oneshot with like virgin!spencer but im talkling like baby spence. and hes super blushy and cute but then when it happens its rlly raunchy and therws a lot of dirty talk. and like reader doesnt work at the bau but theyre close friends. and like she goes out to a bar with him and the team and they tease him so then she takes him home and literally fucks him after a movie or smth idk...” — @mggscumrag

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NOTE: It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to do this, but once I did, it came out so quickly! I hope it’s to your liking 🥰

***

The first time she went out to meet Elle's friends from work, Y/N found herself absolutely nervous, and she wasn't sure why. She was always great with meeting new people, but for some reason, the prospect of meeting her next-door neighbor's co-workers seemed to really do a number on her.

She remembers how anxious she'd been, constantly worrying that they wouldn't like her, not to mention they were all probably super smart and strong and intimidating, just like Elle. Anyone who aided in putting away serial killers, rapists, and other monsters had to be just about the most intimidating personality there ever was.

But as Y/N soon learned, that wasn't quite the case at all.

To be fair, they were all intimidating in their own little ways, though it was really easy to forget about that when she was laughing with them, sharing drinks and stories, and exchanging phone numbers to stay in touch.

That's how she and Spencer had come to be good friends. Despite how obviously shy he was whenever they saw each other, the two of them managed to have conversations on just about everything. It usually happened that he talked and she listened to whatever he was teaching her, but she'd always add on the occasional, "Wow, I didn't know that," or "That's really fascinating." All of which she could tell he was surprised at and appreciated.

And since the first time they met at Elle's birthday party, the night she met the whole team for the first time, they'd been practically inseparable. While Y/N was good friends with the whole team, save for Gideon, who always seemed to like it better by himself, her relationship with Spencer seemed to even surpass the bond she'd built with her neighbor-slash-best friend.

Elle even told her as much one Saturday night, as the two of them were driving to the bar to meet up with everyone for a few drinks.

She'd mentioned it as a joke, but Y/N was instantly apologetic.

Elle only laughed. "Don't apologize. Actually, I think it's good that Reid has another friend outside of work. You're good for him. And you know, I think he has a little crush on you."

Warmth rushed to Y/N's cheeks, and she tried to hide it but failed miserably, causing Elle to give her a knowing smile. "Y—You don't know what you're talking about, Elle, it's not like that."

"Oh come on, it totally is. You give him the light of day when no one else does, he talks about you all the time, and everyone at work knows it."

She paused. "They... do?"

"Of course they do, we're all profilers, but it doesn't take one to see how obsessed that boy is with you. I think you should go for it."

Y/N would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about asking him out. But in the end she had always figured it was a little weird, being that she was friends with all his and Elle's co-workers and she'd kinda been adopted into their family of sorts. But hearing what her neighbor was saying... She started to think differently about it.

"You really think so?"

Elle nodded. "Absolutely."'

"Okay," she replied with an excited smile. "Maybe I will, then."

A week later and the two of them started dating. Y/N always thinks back to the first few weeks of their relationship, how adorably shy and blush-prone Spencer was, even after they'd been together for some time. They spent almost all their free time together, and it still seemed like he was nervous to be around her. He'd assured her on multiple occasions that that wasn't the case, but Y/N still wondered why he hadn't fully warmed up to being around her.

Especially in public. Oh, in public it was worse. Y/N clung to his arm, and his face immediately got red. What confused her the most, though, was that every time she pulled away to make him more comfortable, he pulled her back in, seemingly desperate to feel her warmth.

In the end she and Spencer had grown to develop their own little communication system for public settings, something to let the other know when something was really wrong, and when to ask if the other was comfortable.

One night everyone was meeting after a rough case somewhere in Denver, and Y/N offered to buy everyone drinks once Spencer had called to tell her they were all back. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to do that, but it had been a while, so everyone was quick to except. Well, mostly everyone— Gideon as per usual went his separate way, and Hotch was eager to get home and see his family.

Y/N was waiting for them at their favorite bar downtown when she heard a loud squeal that sounded a lot like her name. Sure enough, it was easy to spot a very yellow-clad Penelope Garcia headed straight towards her with her arms stretched out for a hug when she turned around. The smile she adorned was instantaneous as her arms came out a well, embracing Penelope with a large hug that almost knocked the wind out of her.

"I missed you!" she exclaimed, still hugging Y/N and swaying them back and forth a little. "I mean, I know I don't ever travel with the team, but because of that we should hang out more."

"Next time I need some company, I know who to call."

Y/N spotted Spencer then, behind Penelope and patiently waiting for a greeting. She smiled at him and whispered, "Hi," to which Penelope must have heard.

She quickly released her from their embrace and stepped out of the way. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your boy wonder."

She laughed as she transferred from Penelope's arms to Spencer's. He muttered a little, "Hi," into her hair as she squeezed him and shoved her face into his neck. If she had to bet, he was probably red as a tomato right now with how close her mouth was to his neck—it was his weakness and she knew it. And just to tease him a little bit she quickly kissed up his neck, his jaw, and placed a decent peck on his lips before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

Despite the shy smile and the blush adorning his cheeks, he squeezed her hand tight and kept her at his side like they would die if they weren't touching at all times.

Everyone gave little greetings to Y/N as they all made their way to a large booth near the back. Y/N was sitting on one side with Elle to her right and Spencer to her left, while Derek, Penelope, and JJ sat across from them. Y/N got them all their preferred drinks, and a beer for herself, which Spencer couldn't help but find oddly attractive.

He glanced over at her as she took swigs from the bottle as the night progressed, and for whatever reason the sight made his insides all warm and tingly. And when she used her unoccupied hand to grab his under the table, rubbing gentle circles over the inside of his palm with her thumb, he'd never felt more in love with another person. He wasn't even drinking any alcohol, yet his head swam and his heart soared all the same, every bone in his body humming with euphoria at just the mere thought of her.

He must have been staring a little too obviously, because Derek kicked his leg under the table, pulling him from the lovesick daydream he never wanted to leave.

"I can't tell if those are cute ol' puppy dog eyes or bedroom eyes," Derek laughed, and everyone laughed right alongside him.

"Oh, stop it," Penelope said, swatting his arm. "He's obviously just very in love with her, what more could you need to know?"

"Oh, come on, tell me you're not curious to know how they... operate."

She smacked him harder this time, and everyone laughed.

Knowing her boyfriend didn't really care for the spotlight, especially when it came to their relationship, Y/N squeezed Spencer's hand under the table in reassurance. She drew a question mark in his palm, their signal for, "Are you uncomfortable?" And he responded by drawing an "X" in her palm, their answer for, "No." She laced their fingers together then, and set her beer down.

"Morgan, our sex life isn't any of your business," she stated simply.

Spencer felt his stomach churn at the sentence, if only because said sex life was, as of late, non-existent.

He and Y/N had made out a lot, sure, but the one time they did try having sex, he made it about ten seconds being inside of her before he finished, and since then he'd been kind of embarrassed about it. They only ever made out since then, because before it ever got that far he stopped it, nervous that he'd disappoint her.

And now his non-existent sex life was the topic of conversation, and if anyone picked up on it, he would have felt worse about the whole thing.

So, he didn't stop himself from speaking. "But if you must know, it's great."

Y/N's hand tensed up in his, and she looked over at him, shock marinating in her eyes. To anyone else it would have looked like she was surprised he'd even bring it up, but he knew she was most likely more curious to know why he'd lied about it.

Their friends laughed regardless, Elle adding a curious and joking, "Care to elaborate?"

Ready to change the subject, Spencer shook his head. "Nope."

"Yeah, actually I think we're gonna head out early," Y/N added. Spencer was suddenly worried he'd made her upset, but she rubbed gentle circles into his hand that reassured him everything was okay.

He got out of the booth and Y/N followed, as their friends grumbled.

"Oh, come on, we didn't mean to embarrass you guys," Derek said.

"No, that's not it," Y/N said as she threw on a light jacket. "You just reminded me how much I'd like to operate with my boyfriend since I haven't seen him in a few days, so we're leaving. Have a good night."

Spencer felt searing heat rise to his cheeks as he turned around and ushered Y/N out the door, accompanied by low whistles and claps from their friends.

***

The two of them were sitting on the couch now, Y/N having just set down a couple classes of water.

"Sorry if you wanted to stay," she said quietly, playing with her thumbs. "You know we don't... actually have to operate if you don't want, obviously, I was just looking for something to say..."

"Oh, Y/N, I know. Don't worry about it. Really, I... I was the one who even brought it up, I should have just let you handle it."

She looked up at him with a small smile. "Why.. did you bring it up anyway?"

"Well, I... I guess I just felt embarrassed. And I know what we do together isn't any of their business, but I was just... I really was thinking about how much I love you, and when Morgan brought it up, I felt like I wasn't... living up? To your expectations? I don't..." He sighed, unsure how to properly articulate how he was feeling. "I don't know. I just thought about the last time we tried having sex, and I felt embarrassed about it, that's all."

"Oh, honey," Y/N cooed, scooting closer to him and bringing her hand up to brush some of the hair from his face. "You know, you... don't have anything to prove, right? I know how much you love me, and you don't need to be having sex with me to show me, I hope you know that."

Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "I do," he choked out, pulling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm... I'm sorry."

Y/N's tongue clicked, and she leaned into him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck and placing the other across his lap. She held him tight and kissed the side of his head. "Don't you ever be sorry, unless you cheat on me. Then there will be something to be sorry about."

He laughed at her joke, turning his head to brush his nose against hers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered, giving him the lightest of kisses on the lips.

When she pulled away, he leaned in again, kissing her a little harder, and she gladly reciprocated. With every passing second, all of his worries started to melt away like the snow to her sunshine. Within every kiss was an emanation of outpouring love and comfort that warmed his soul and gave him the confidence to try something bold.

His hands threaded through her hair as he drew her in closer, and instinctively, she climbed over his lap, resting her hands on his shoulders as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. The sound of her sigh as she opened up to him and allowed him to fully explore her mouth with his made his stomach bubble and tense.

This would be about the time where he'd stop, telling Y/N that they should slow down, and she'd sweetly oblige and stay cuddled into his side as they drifted off to sleep.

But tonight he didn't want that.

Tonight he wanted more.

While one of his hands remained in her hair, gently massaging her scalp, the other snaked down to her lower back. He gently slid his fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pressed his palm flat against her, pulling her closer to him with a desperation that both shocked and excited her.

Deciding to test the waters, Y/N rolled her hips, feeling him jump slightly underneath her, followed by a whine that vibrated her mouth and sent a low hum of pressure through her stomach.

Still, she pulled away.

Well... She tried to.

When she pulled her face away from him, Spencer used the hand in her hair to bring her back, tilting his head in the other direction and continuing to kiss her with enough passion for the both of them. And it didn't help that the sound she made when he did it spurred him on. She whimpered loudly into his mouth, and the hand on her back involuntarily slid down to grab her ass.

"Hey," she managed to get out when he pulled away momentarily for air. "Hey, you don't... We don't have to really do this if you don't want. I—I don't want you to think that what happened earlier means we have to have sex."

"Y/N..." His hand gently kneaded her ass, and against her better judgement, she rolled her hips again, sighing out against his lips. "I don't want to put it off any longer... Really, I... I want to. I want to show you how much I love you."

She kissed him softly again, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. "You already do. Every day."

She was giving him an out, and Spencer appreciated it. But with the way his insides were practically melting away at her presence, he knew more than anything that this was what he wanted.

"I know," he said. "But if you don't mind, today I'd like to show you a little extra." And then he kissed her deeply again.

Her hands tightened on his face, right before they slid up and through his hair. She gently tugged at it, and he let out one of the most delicious sounds she'd ever heard. For future reference, she relished in that sound, in that feeling, and made a mental note to try it out some more when they got further along in their sexual path.

But tonight, she would let him call the shots. He was finally ready to try it again, and seeing how confident he grew in his touches and kisses when she submitted to him, it was the simplest decision.

So she remained on his lap until he made another move, encouraging him with whimpers and languid rolls of her hips against his. Her hands grew frenzied in his hair when he dipped his hand past the waistband of her jeans and underwear, sticking his fingers in only about a knuckle deep. The warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, which she let show by involuntarily grinding down on his lap.

Spencer groaned deeply more than whined this time, his grip on her hands gripping tighter to her backside. He forced himself to remove his mouth from hers long enough to breathe out, "Bedroom. Please."

As much as Y/N didn't want to get off of his lap, she knew that what waited for her in the bedroom would be worth the momentary loss of complete physical contact. So she peeled herself away from her boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, and lead him to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, he was on her again, caging her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in another heated kiss. They moved backwards until she hit her back against the door, and the second their movement stopped, Spencer used their standing position to press his full body weight into her, their legs tangling together.

Meanwhile, Y/N was trying to figure out where to put her hands. She wanted to brace them on his chest, but it was pressed tightly against hers. So they wandered over his back, but she couldn't decide whether to place them under his shirt or on his butt. Or maybe she wanted to grip his arms to feel the veins as they strained against his skin from holding her face. The possibilities were quite endless.

So endless that they were even surprising—Spencer noticed her wandering hands and promptly decided to place them where he wanted, which was apparently above her head. He removed his hands from her face and pinned her wrists to the door above her head, and she huffed a breath as he pulled away to speak.

"Is this okay? I wasn't too... too rough?"

The concern swimming in his lust-filled eyes drew a little whimper from her throat as she struggled to find the right words. But finally, she settled on, "That was so fucking hot..."

Relief flashed over his gaze right before he grinned. His fingers flexed against her wrists, and even though she couldn't see them, she could imagine how it looked. And it really was fucking hot.

Seeing the expression on her face, Spencer leaned forward again and kissed her one last time. Their lips moved together hungrily, dancing in perfect synchronization, the music being the frantic beating of their hearts.

And then he started to trail his kisses down her jaw and neck, keeping her hands firmly pinned to the door. Usually she was the one to explore his neck with her tongue and teeth, but this time he wanted to try it for himself. Mirroring what he'd felt her do to him hundreds of times over, he soaked in every single sound she made, from the little whimpers of pleasure to the soft, choked whispers of his name dancing over her lips. And when her hips canted forward, searching for any kind of friction, he decided to grant it to her.

As his kisses moved down along her collarbone, his hands gently slid down with him, over her arms and then down to the bottom of her shirt as he kneeled in front of her. He lifted the shirt slowly, each new inch of exposed skin being met with soft kisses until it reached her breasts. He reached up to palm them over her bra while he trailed his kisses downward again.

Even though she was wearing jeans, he pressed kisses to her legs anyway. She squirmed under his touch, and the feeling made his heart soar.

"Please, Spence," she huffed, bringing her hands down to lay overtop of his. She felt the tendons and veins in his hands as they squeezed her, and with everything she had, she tried not to beg him to use them in more interesting places. She wanted to let him take his time, to be a vessel for his exploration, but it was growing harder every second to be patient.

Thankfully he seemed to get what she was feeling, because his hands slid out from under her shirt and rested at her jeans. "Can I take these off?"

The fact that he even asked when she so clearly begged him to do it made her heart swell. "Please do," she chuckled, though it turned into a choked sigh when his fingers actually started undoing the button. And at the sound of her zipper going down, she could have come undone right there.

He pulled her jeans down slowly and helped her step out of them. And she thought maybe he'd take the next step and do the same with her underwear, but he opted to use his mouth instead.

With gentle kisses, he traced the hem of the fabric all the way to either side of her waist. And then he looked up at her with curious eyes and shifted his face, pressing his nose right up against where her clit would be. Her hands immediately went to his hair, but he grabbed her wrists again and laid them at her sides. "Do you want me to move this along?" His voice wasn't teasing as much as it was genuine curiosity.

Still, Y/N resisted the urge to tell him yes. "I—I want you to do whatever feels right. Tonight's... about you. What you want."

"Well, what I want is to make you feel good. So, again... Do you want me to move this along?"

Every time his lips moved, they brushed up against where she desperately wanted him. And it was killing her. So, she nodded vigorously. "Yes, please," she whispered.

And with that, Spencer released her hands and used his fingers to gently rub her over the fabric. The contact made her shiver visibly, and he took that as a good sign. So he wasted no more time and replaced his fingers with his tongue, fluttering his eyes closed at the taste of her. And he knew that once the thin fabric was gone it would be stronger, but even then he was thoroughly wrecked.

He kept lapping his tongue over her, feeling her panties get wetter with ever second, and he only finally removed them when she started grinding her hips closer to his face, desperate for more.

When he did finally bring his tongue to fully taste her for the first time, they both let out the filthiest sounds, months and months of build-up starting to come to a head. He tasted her like he would an ice cream cone, and for the first few moments his eyes remained closed, all his focus on this brand new sensation. But he wanted nothing more than to see her react to him. So he opened his eyes and continued his ministrations, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her above him.

She was panting, her mouth hung open and her tongue just barely peeking out over her bottom lip. Her eyes remained shut, though Spencer could tell she was struggling to open them. With a tentative flick of his tongue over her clit, he took notice of the little gasp she made, and he knew he'd found it. So he repeated his action, providing small kitten licks to her clit as she picked up her breathing and clenched her hands at her sides.

He picked up the pace then, taking note of every little thing that made her cry out or jump with pleasure until she was clutching his hair. He was sucking on her clit now, his middle finger gently sliding in and out of her when she spoke.

"Oh, fuck, keep doing that. I'm... I'm almost..."

He felt her tighten around his finger as she started careening off the edge, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, because it had practically been haunting him, wondering what it would be like to see her come undone at his mercy.

To say it was better than he could have ever dreamed was a severe understatement.

Y/N's head leaned back against the door, her chin jutted out so he could see the beautiful contours of her chin and neck. He saw her throat contract as she moaned out his name, saw her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath, and best of all, he felt her flutter around his finger and mouth. And if that was high inducing, he couldn't wait to feel wat it would be like to replace them with something else.

The mere thought had him trembling.

He pulled back when she huffed out an over-stimulated, "Okay, please, please stop, oh..."

Though it could just as easily have been a painful sentiment, the hungry, dazed look in her eye suggested otherwise.

Spencer stood up and brought his finger to his mouth, still caught up in her taste before she ripped his wrist away and kissed him, threading her fingers through his hair and moaning into his mouth.

Before he could get lost in it, though, she pulled away and nodded. "Okay. I think you're wearing too many clothes."

He tilted his head down in a little flush, and with the help of Y/N, his shirt peeled away from his body and joined her pants and underwear on the floor.

Y/N mirrored his actions, kissing gently down his jaw, neck, and then down his torso. Her hands wandered his bare back as she sunk to her knees. But when her hands moved to his belt, he stopped her.

"W—wait."

She peeled her hands away and looked up at him. "Are you okay? Do you want to slow down?"

He visibly swallowed, and she could read that look on his face that he got whenever he was embarrassed to tell her something. "N—no, I... I want... the opposite, actually."

"I don't follow..."

"Well, I know that... if you return the favor, I won't last very long, a—and I... I don't want to wait anymore."

Y/N smiled, standing again and bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders. "So you're saying you... want me to move this along?"

Spencer smiled at her recollection of his words. "Yes, please."

They travelled to the bed then, Y/N taking off her shirt and bra when they got there, and leaving her completely bare to him. She sat down and reached for his belt, looking up at him as he stood.

"I'm clean and on birth control, do you still want to use a condom? I have some in my table drawer."

He thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "As long as you're sure."

Y/N undid his belt quickly and threw it to the side, making work of his button and zipper with a smile. "Oh I'm so sure..."

The way she said it made his dick twitch, images running through his mind of how it would look seeing her filled and dripping with—

Her hand was palming him through his underwear now, and it was all he could think about. He had already been hard before, but now it was tilting on the precipice of painful pleasure. So he stopped her, taking a deep breath.

"Lay down?"

"However you want me," Y/N answered, positioning herself on the bed so she was leaning back, her head nicely laid out on the pillows.

Spencer swallowed and removed his underwear before climbing on the bed and kneeling over her. Her legs were already wide, feet flat on either side of him as he positioned himself and got ready.

She reached out and gently grabbed his forearm, a gentle smile on her face. "You ready?"

"Mhm," he answered with a curt nod, bringing himself forward to run the head of his dick through her wetness. They both sighed at the feeling, and Spencer knew he was in trouble.

It was finally happening, he was getting another chance to have sex with her, and if he didn't last long again, he was going to—

"I love you," Y/N said reassuringly, rubbing circles into the hand that rested on the inside of her thigh.

He looked into her eyes and saw that love radiating from them. It warmed his insides and gave him the confidence he needed to finally, slowly push into her as he whispered, "I love you, too."

Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out a large breath, leaning down to brace his arms on either side of her head. The pressure of her clenched around him was overwhelming in the best way possible, and he never wanted to move.

But he had to.

She stroked his hair, pressing soft kisses all over his face, and whispered, "I love you."

With those three words, Spencer had the courage to pull back and then forward again, testing the waters and more accurately, his limits. He picked up a slow pace that burned him from the inside out, every muscle and vein in his body on fire with the knowledge that he was finally, properly making love to the woman he was pretty sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

But he was holding back. Y/N could tell. He glided through her with ease, sure, but his eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, like he was pacing himself and trying to hold on to this feeling.

She moved her hands down to his back and lightly ran her fingernails over the skin, feeling him tremble under her touch.

"You feel so good, Spence," she whispered. "So perfect for me..."

The words made his hips stutter just a little, and Y/N knew then what the hesitation was.

He wanted to go faster.

So she moved her fingers lower, cupping his ass and scratching featherlight circles into the skin as she moaned. "You like when I talk to you, baby? Does hearing my voice help you out?"

Spencer choked out a groan as he opened his eyes and saw how feral she looked. Her pupils were blown wide, her mouth was pouted cutely, and she smiled as soon as she saw him bite his lip.

"You wanna go faster?" she cooed, digging her fingernails a little harder into the flesh of his ass. "Hmm?"

"F—fuck, Y/N... I..."

"You fuck me however you need to, baby. Don't hold back. Just let it all out."

He groaned out then, his hips picking up speed. She felt the relief and the tension rolling off his body as he finally gave into his urges, and it was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"That's it, baby... Don't stop... Give it to me, let me feel you..."

He leaned down and kissed her then, pumping into her harder and harder with every second. She moaned out against his mouth, swallowing all his breaths and grunts. Meanwhile her fingers gripped his ass harder, relishing in the feeling of his muscles as they aided in fucking her.

His mouth pulled away as he shoved his face into her neck, and she sighed. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck... " His hips kept moving, and she clenched around him hard, hoping to gauge his reaction.

Sure enough, he groaned against her neck and canted his hips harder. Every thrust forward now was so deep he hit her g-spot, and the sensation made her sigh with a smile. "That's fucking right, baby... Just like that, don't stop, don't stop. You fe—el so... ohhh."

Her words lit this fire in him that was impossible to put out. His body was hers for the taking, and so he'd give her everything he had. Which is why he picked up the pace and fucked into her as hard as he could, dangerously close to finishing.

"Fuck, Spence, I'm gonna... —na..."

Y/n's moans turned into a quiet scream as she came, clenching tightly around his dick and digging her fingernails into his ass. Her eyes squeezed shut with the swirling patterns of fireworks exploding behind them, meanwhile he twitched inside of her and lost it at last. As she came down, she helped him hold himself there, deep inside her as his cum spilled over in warm increments. They both moaned out at the feeling, all their tension easing and dissipating.

By the end, all that was left between the both of them was a thin sheen of sweat and murmured promises of "I love you."

They could have fallen asleep right there. Y/N's hands slid up his backside, over his arms, and then to the back of his head, combing gently through his disheveled hair as he pressed loving kisses to the patch of skin where her neck met her collarbone. He was still inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth she provided, and she did nothing to object.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked, opening her eyes.

Spencer tilted his head up to look at her, his heart once again swelling at the adoring look in her eyes. "I'm great."

She laughed, and he laughed with her. And they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So, uh... What we just did is what we're counting as our real first time together, right? Like, the other time doesn't count?"

Y/N laughed again, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you want to count this as our first time, then yes. I'd be more than happy to agree with you."

"Good. This was much better."

Even though she would never hold their first first time together against him, she was inclined to agree.

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everythingsinred · 3 years

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things i despise abt working as a hostess/cashier in a restaurant:

-people who order takeout and DONT tip while also being the most demanding (a guy yesterday didnt tip me and then asked me to give him three separate kinds of sauces that i had to run around trying to pour in different places and he STILL didnt tip me but glared at me instead for taking so long)

-customers who walk in and ignore my greeting and just hold up fingers to show me how many people are in their party. “HELLO! WELCOME!” i will say again until they acknowledge me like im a person and not a robot.

-people snapping at me from their tables (like “garcon!” vibes). makes me wanna spit in ur eye tbh

-people complaining abt their server (sometimes even my mom!!) when they come to the register to pay and seriously expecting sympathy from me (i will glare at u instead bc im servers > customers every time.... especially when its my mom)

-people saying “keep the change! thats ur tip :)” about cents (this happens to me every shift). if u feel compelled to do this, consider: i dont want ur change. im not THAT broke. jesus

-people trying to seat themselves or pointing out empty tables as if this isnt my ACtual job or as if i dont know what im doing. see also: people saying they dont mind table OR booth and then whining and bitching when i dont seat them in a booth. or “can i sit in that section?” “no, sorry, that section is closed” “but i see empty tables over there.” ok????? AND????

-people who say “table for 4!” and neglect to mention theres also three baby strollers theyre bringing to their table. SHOCKER! but babies also count as part of the party. idc if theyre not gonna eat. i need to seat u which means i need to know how much space u need. someone once said “it might be a party of 4, maybe of 8, depending.” BITCH THOSE ARE 2 COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NUMBERS and would get COMPLETELY DIFFERENT tables. get back to me when u make up ur mind (see also: “party of 3” “okay. any children?” “yeah, 4.” “oh. u mean party of 7 dont u.” “uhhhh party of 3 plus 4 kids.” INSANITY that this happens EVERYDAY)

-ppl ordering to-go and trying to talk abt modifications even tho im asking abt sides (and ignoring me when i stress to them that i have to put things in a specific order into the computer). basically: answer my questions. ive done this before. its my job. u can add modifications at the end. u know, when i ask. also pls have ur order ready when u call/come up to me. i have other things to do and when u have to go talk to someone else and ask abt smth that u shouldve figured out already it just shows that u dont respect my time. when i order takeout i always figure out exactly what i want ahead of time. write it down if u feel like it! thats actually better for me! DO NOT call me for take out and then say “well that was my order. BENNY HEY BENNY WHAT DO U WANT FOR DINNER?” i will skin u :)

-delivery ppl getting snappy with me abt “how long the food is taking” when they see that i am very obviously NOT in the kitchen cooking. like what do u want ME to do abt that???

-delivery ppl getting pissed when i dont offer them free beverages (if they have a kid i will offer the kid apple juice! but not u. ur not even a customer i dont care)

-ppl asking what the soup of the day is, disliking my answer, and then asking if theres some other soup, as if “soup of the day” isnt hint enough that THATS the soup for today and there is no alternative. “can u check?” why would i do that. where would this “alternate soup” even come from?? are u stupid

-doordash/ubereats/grubhub/etc orders. i get it.... but also.... understand me... i dont make money off of them and theyre sometimes way too demanding so i consider it a waste of time and they end up being my lowest priority when theres customers who are ACTUALLY tipping me. ill get it done, but Robert tipped me ten bucks so hes getting the works and all my attention. not u. ur driver got that tip, not me. maybe the driver should put in the work then! (but they dont! they never check anything and never ask follow up questions and never know ur order. they WILL miss the drinks if i dont remind them. i should get the tip instead)

-ppl asking me for salad dressing/maple syrup on the side. as if thats not default. why would i put dressing on ur salad. what restaurant does that?? WHY WOULD I PUT SYRUP ON UR PANCAKES IDK U

basically in summation: TIP THE CASHIER WHO MAKES UR TO GO ORDER. she is very cute but has a bad temper and will pour u very little salad and dressing if u dont tip her. if u DO, she will pack EXTRA dressing, extra vegetables, offer u a free drink, give u extra anything, bc she loves u and u showed appreciation for her efforts!

#im gonna be honest #even if u think ur super awesome as a customer. u have serious shortcomings #if u work in food service even for a few months u will all of a sudden Realize #and alwaYS remember: when in doubt TIP THE PERSON TAKING UR ORDER #if u cant afford to tip then u cant afford to eat out. and thats that #anyway this is a post where i complain for once #enough yelp!!! its time for restaurant workers to form a website that rates customers!!!#find out how many servers dread u being sat in their section!#red stuff #i might delete this but #i just wanted to vent some very minor inconveniences #every day that i work in a restaurant i am reminded that customers do not view me as a human being whose time is valuable.

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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romans teethers

after my latest fic pink crayons and pinky promises we saw that roman chews his toothbrush

but as u can see in the fic, it hurts romans gums and is generally bad for his teeth, thats why the cgs are all so adamant he not do it, but roman disobeys anyway... so logan and patton tried to get him to try chewelry instead

but the wood ones hurt romans teeth and make him feel weird, and he thinks the silicon ones are too squeaky, so he doesnt really like any of them :( but he pretends to choose one to get his cgs to stop pestering him about it

then one time at a sibling sleepover, roman is chewing his toothbrush again and complains about the chewlery not feeling good to vee

and vee suggests she has a baby teether that she hardly ever used bc shes too much of a baby to chew things when shes regressed

roman is pretty embarrassed that she even suggested it but vee says its okay but he can always ask her again if he changes his mind....

then a couple hours later roman asks if he can see it..

he is embarrassed bc it is obviously made for babies, its colourful and waterfilled, but he keeps fidgeting with it and squeezing it as they talk and he WANTS to chew it but he doesnt want to look like a baby especially in front of his baby sister

and vee is so sensitive to other ppls emotions she understands - so she grabs her dummy and suckles it while they chill and watch a cartoon

and then a few minutes in roman feels safe enough to try the teether and he rlly likes it 😭😭🥺🥺

he uses it when they have sleepovers a couple more times but ONLY if vee is half little and using her dummy - and everytime roman promises he will wash it and return it the next day but then vee tells roman he can keep it she doesnt use it at all

so roman starts using it in his own time too

but its meant for babies!! and roman isnt a baby of course!! so he keeps it a secret and asks vee not to tell anyone about it which she of course agrees to

then the way the caregivers find out....

when logan was getting roman into his jammies one night, he was wrestling romans arm out of his sleeve - then he hears a sudden CLACK and romans eyes went wide and they both look down to see the teether has fallen out of romans sleeve onto the bed

and logan was about to smile and ask if roman likes using it but as soon as he saw romans face bright red and tearful he realised "oh no ..." then roman literally started shoving him out of his room hysterically yelling GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT

before logan could say a single word he was pushed out of the room and roman slammed the door

but logan spoke a little thru the door "its alright, roman, im not going to say anything about it. But please know that theres nothing wrong with what i jsut saw. i dont know if youre still little right now, but please come and get me if you need anything at all. i'm going to be in my room okay?"

logan just waits ... then heard a small sniffle and eventually: "......okay"

the next day logan and patton did gently talk to roman to try to get through this misplaced shame but they didnt find much success. roman was so embarrassed and closed off during the talk they hardly got anywhere with it, roman was just pouting and blushing the whole time

because he doesnt want it to be a big deal! he just wanted smth to make his mouth feel good and he HATES that he feels so insecure abt it - he KNOWS that its not smth thats rlly so mortifying but it FEELS mortifying and the fact that he cant make that feeling go away makes him feel even more powerless

roman is still embarrassed to use his teether after this conversation even with all of his cg's reassurance that it doesnt make him a baby - until one day he is upset with his mommy and tearfully asks if he can get his teether (logan of course helps him fetch it and dutifully doesnt point out how roman hides it in his sleeve as he chews it and sits in logans lap)

in general roman doesnt like using his teether around people at first

around vee its okay but ONLY if she is half regressed or fully regressed and not aware of that much

he outright refuses to use it around his nana because its too embarrassing, and he wont use it with his daddy either bc hes worried patton will baby him

((alrhought since both janus and patton like getting everyone presents, they DO sometimes see teethers they know roman will like and buy them - but they always always give them to logan first so that logan can give them to roman so that they dont embarrass him 😭))

side note these are romans teethers

roman is a little shy to use it around his mommy at first but is the most comfortable with him. he can happily chew his teether with logan within a few weeks but he still much prefers hiding his face or the teether while he does and is v shy about talking abt it

logan never ever is like 'do u need ur teether' bc thats TOO babyish sounding for roman so he just does it wordlessly OR HES LIKE "sweetheart, do you want your blue bear?"

then roman blushes and fidgets and says "um... please can i have the red monkey please?" rlly quiet and logan just nods and doesnt make it a big deal and he goes to get roman his teether

AND waaahhh and he might walk past patton in the kitchen while he's getting romans teether from the fridge.. and patton sees logan getting the teether and they dont say anything bc it would be disrespectful to romans wishes but they do share lil soft smiles

also !! 🥺 i kinda think roman might be comfy using it around jamal eventually.... because he knows jamal never sees him as a baby and jamal already told him it would be okay if roman used pacifiers, so roman figures using a teether is definitely okay. jamal has just managed to seriously break through romans barriers of shame and its so good for them

but even with logan or jamal if he uses it then he faces away from them or keeps the teether hidden behind his hand or in his sleeve while he uses it

but he does eventually in the future get to a point where he will be able to use it openly in fromt of all the family, just like imagine the teether hangin out his mouth while he colours a picture for nana and his feets kicking behidn him and a bit of drool drips onto the page from him chewing it HAJDJJSJSJS

pattons like "hes grown so much :')" and logan is like "yes he is far more emotionally mature now"

meanwhile janus is eyeballing the drool like "...... if you say so"

#little/big concepts #little roman #agere roman #agedre roman #ts agere #sanders sides agere

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somefandomimagines · 3 years

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Hi! Im not sure if matchup request are still open but if it is here's my entry :))

Id like one for death note and/ or dsmp, but if you onky do one fandom per request, death note is k for me!

Im pretty tall (5'7) with smooth shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes, slightly curvy and a bit tan. Im bisexual and my pronouns are she /her & they/them. I do not jave any triggers or disabilities, as far as i know just social anxiety because im insecure and self-loathing. Im known to be kind,sympathetic, responsible( well yes i very much like to take control if thats what they mean), thoughtful, approachable and optimistic. But i can be stubborn, indecisive, insecure abt myself.

im fond of music(classics to rock its pretty diverse.. Ithink) aside from horror, thriller and comedy. Also im trying to learn how to play the ukulele and the piano 😤🖐️. Im always up for science and anything connected to literature. Just dont... Pls keep math away from me, i beg you dont jusy dont.

Im sorry if this was very long, i got carried away teehee~ but yep tysm i hope you have a great day :)))

YOOO SO UM- HI GUYS IM ALIVE AGAIN? AFTER SO FUCKIN LONG! LMAO! But sorry for such a late response to this, I kinda lost interest in tumblr for a while so I'm gonna try and be more active!! For Death Note I'd match you up with.... MELLO! - You would kinda just join his gang one day, no one knows how it happened but he was drawn to ya - You'd quickly make your way up the ranks, your good leadership shining through!! - It also didn't take long for you and Mello to get surprisingly close! - Obviously he wasn't at the point he'd tell you anything personal, but you'd hang out with him and Matt! - You guys were comfortable to the point you'd both sit around quietly with rock music playing as Matt played his games - But one day Mello noticed you were more... I dunno, lifeless - Matt was out doing his own shit, so Mello scooted over to you on the couch and roughly put a hand on your shoulder - This would scare the fuck out of you, but you'd calm down once you saw Mello's face... Even if he was basically giving you a death glare - He'd simply ask what's wrong, no context or nothin' - You could tell he wouldn't take any bs... But that he also DID care - So you kinda just opened up to him about your anxiety and the things you were stressing about - This man took it seriously, listening to every word - He noticed at some point you were getting REALLY emotional... And Mello? He ain't good with that - He didn't know how to respond except to quietly listen, but when you were about to cry you quite literally had a piece of chocolate stuffed in your mouth - It definitely did calm you down a bit, especially when you looked at Mello and... His gaze was just so soft - At least softer than you've ever seen it - Serious but in a caring way - And since then you two got closer... He'd even just casually let you steal a chunk off his chocolate at some point - Matt wasn't happy abt that, he wanted chocolate too - BUT THEN - The main area of your guys' hangout got stormed - Bullets were flying everywhere and Mello didn't know where you were - He'd first think about killing the motherfuckers that got there but... He needed to know if you were ok - At this point he opened up to you even the littlest bit - And he cared so much about you - You were different than anyone he's ever known, he didn't know what these feelings were - Jk, he's a genius ofc he knew- but he wasn't used to them - When he found you holding yourself up, being all badass but barely holding yourself against the bad guys - He didn't think twice to help out - After the entire situation, he just held you close and muttered smth about how worried he was - You just... quietly held him back, which was exactly what he needed at the time - He realized how much you grounded him - When you guys started dating, he didn't even tell anyone - You didn't either, you guys would just casually sit really close on the couch - Matt damn well knew, but when Mello ONE DAY kissed your head, Matt knew that Mello would give the world for you - That head kiss took you so off guard - Mello isn't into PDA, but that? In front of Matt? WILD - You guys don't even need to tell each other words at some point, you guys just know what the other is thinking - You're sitting on a couch and Mello taps your shoulder without looking at you? You knew he wanted the TV remote to turn that shit off since Matt was raging - Anyways, you two have such a weird dynamic - Btw... Btw... When you two are alone Matt let's you rest your head on his shoulder and he'll wrap an arm around you - It's rare that you two get much alone time since you guys are so damn buisy - Also... kisses taste like chocolate THIS ISNT MUCH BUT IM LIKE- GOING BRR RN SO HERE YOU GO!

#mello #death note #matchup #death note matchup

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #i have some old ones i wanna get through so bad just for the joy of #jamie: actually viola i DONT think cocaine is vega #vegan i meant vegan #but tumblr user obsetress mentioned the break up so! so. a recent convo

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realcube · 3 years

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romantic matchup ♡ 2k event — choose love! ♡ @luhvxiiao

PLAYER PROFILE

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I’m an ambivert? when my social battery is up I’m rlly talkative and can hold conversations with many people but once it runs out (which is rlly quickly) I become the complete opposite won’t talk to anyone (aside from my close friends) and will just quietly mind my own businesses in a corner

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kenma will somewhat be able to keep up when you are feeling talkative. as for when it’s down (like his is 90% of the time), kenma will just chill quietly in the corner with you; most likely playing a game on his phone or watching anime, and if you want, he’ll give you an earbud so you can watch with him. (be warned, it’s probably a really sad anime. i hc that his fav is like violet evergarden or smth)

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I prefer staying at home and spending me time (ie. gaming, reading, watching anime) rather than going out. i often go MIA on my friends and they get rlly mad at me. im only like initiating affection to others and won’t like it when others are affectionate towards me when I’m not in the “mood” for it

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perfect! that’s his preferred method of spending time too. (but instead of reading, he streams). though he enjoys being alone, if you agree to come over and accompany him while lazing around the house, he’d be silently ecstatic. however, if you just ignore him when he texts you asking if you want to come over, he won’t be too bothered. he might be a bit bummed but he has a habit of accidentally leaving others on read, so he can’t really be mad at you.

kenma doesn’t like initiating affection most of the time, so he finds it relaxing when you start it.

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it is very easy to rile me up? cuz I used to play a lot of sports so competitiveness is kinda in my nature. but I love rivalry w other people so it’s fine (just not academic rivalry). im kinda a science nerd I often tell my parents random bio, chem or physics facts when I notice them irl (ie. oh there’s a rainbow meaning white light is being refracted)

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he is so tired all the time, hence he can’t go to the effort of riling anyone up or holding a healthy rivalry at all. however, there is one excpetion, and that is video games. if you beat him in one round of super smash bros, he’ll stay up all night trying to beat you if he has to.

kenma is used to science puns by now (bc kuroo and yaku’s constant bickering) but still, if you make one of those jokes in front of him he’ll probably scoff and tell you how embarrassing it is but it’s clear by his voice that he is quite endeared by them

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im VERY indifferent to those who act shallow or fake with me and do not care about those who gossip about me. i can easily make people laugh whether they are close friends of mine or just mutual acquaintances

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kenma doesn’t really care about what others think of him either, to an extent. (like he can deal with internet trolls, but the opinions of his friends and s/o matter a lot to him). however, he is to ever hear shallow gossip about you, he’ll just roll his eyes and express how stupid he thinks rumours are.

he’s not exactly a comedian but sometimes he can crack a joke or two; nothing compared to you though. you’re probably one of the only people that can actually make him laugh to the point where he is hunched over and wheezing.

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once I become interested in something I become SUPER invested into it but my interest only last for a short period of time as I’ll become disinterested very soon and pull a 180 (applicable to most of my hobbies and interest aside from science). i HATE small talk like I’d rather not talk to someone than be forced to make small talk

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honestly, he’ll try to hop from interest to interest like you do; no matter how short the curiosity lasts. as long as it makes you happy for the time being, he’ll try to enjoy it as much as you do. obviously, he won’t always be as invested as you, but he tries!

as soon as you walk into his house to hang out, he’ll immediately greet you with on of the follow: gushing about a fun aspect in a game, ranting due to the stupidity of a teammate or just with silence. no small talk required!

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runners up: rintaro suna & osamu miya

#💗r.matchup #💗choose love!

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Season 3 notes popping off

due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.

ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?

ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.

ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.

ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes

ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.

ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.

ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.

ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.

ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.

ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.

ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.

ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.

ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.

Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.

Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?

ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?

ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.

ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!

ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?

ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again

110: who wants to bet its a leitner?

111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.

112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...

113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough

114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?

115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?

116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.

117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.

118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.

119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!

120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.

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