#reader insert?

[theguardianofinsanity]

I can imagine Kenji's team joining tiktok in like a regular way and posting some small clips from there games to show off their players. But then they see the amount of attention that Kenji gets and decides to lean into it

The account starts reposting fancams and edits, they hire a social media manager who just shit posts on their comments like

@Kenji'sball$@ck: until it throbs his name in morse code 🥵

@OfficialGiantsbaseball: yeah me too bro

This is followed by 435 comments consisting of "WHAT???" "HUH" "EVEN THE TEAM WANTS HIM??" "yo, that's OUR star player"

It gets so wild that there are screenshot compilations of the wild shit they're saying

@OfficialGiantsbaseball: calling for him when im in need like he ultraman

@OfficialGiantsbaseball: do you guys think ken gets freaky wit it?

@OfficialGiantsbaseball: I could take his bat and not in a practice game

@OfficialGiantsbaseball: You guys say he's a cutie from behind a screen, I say to his face (he hates it)

I'd like to think Kenji is clueless to the shenanigans going with his team's account, but it gets to him eventually when he gets a text from one of his teammates.

>How do you not know about this? It's mostly about you!

He looks through the screenshots he's sent and laughs to himself at the little jokes and dirty comments.

Whoever they hired was doing a great job so he didn't mind being the idol of everyone's fantasies.

@OfficialGiantsbaseball: my bf you guys😎

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IV

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Whew! Got a lil’ steamy- I mean, carried away. Yes, carried away.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be responsible for/of yourself.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams (Forgive, I’m not helping you. :) )

TW // Cursing, Smut/NSFW, Filthy, Yandere theme?

This…This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I couldn’t have imagined myself in the bath with my Astartes. Never would I have thought that he’d indulge in such things, much less with an human.

Didn’t they have female Astartes or something? Surely they do? How else could they increase their numbers?

“Ah- F*ck!” I cried out, desperately trying to hold onto something as the Alpha Legion in front of me thrusted in, and out. A slurred coo spilling from his lips.

All I wanted was to take a bath after a particularly hard day. There was a lot more Astartes in town than usual. Streams were being a little noisy, and demanding. So I’d figure I’d reward myself with a little bubble bath. Not expecting Hydra, to join me in it.

At first, it was somewhat casual as Hydra stood on the side watching. Sometimes mumbling in his own language at me that I have yet to understand. Then, he started to take off his armor that I have properly cleaned for him, dropping them to the side of the bathroom wall. I was surprised the tile didn’t crack.

A blush painted my cheeks as I looked away from the undressing Astartes. Not willing to get caught looking at his bare form while the water moved around me as he simply tucked himself in behind me.

A light rumble leaving him as I refused to look at him. The sound of the water moving just registering in my ears as he reached over and pulled me flush against him.

His breath fanning against my neck. I could feel everything of him against my back. Every. Little. Thing.

I was frozen within his hold. Not a logical thought coming through my mind, besides how soft and gentle he was tracing my back, all the way down to my thighs. How unbelievably slow he was being, taking his time.

It took some more of his gentle touches, purrs, and hot whispers in my neck to fully relax in his hold. Letting him caress my body as he pleased, a satisfied rumble coming from him. His hand dragging closer, and closer to my inner thighs.

Yelping out in surprise. Water splashing over the tub. I could feel the smirk of his lips on my neck as his finger slowly pushed in through my walls. A rough hand keeping me in place by the neck while I whined at the stretch. His teeth, and tongue slowly nipping, and lapping at the other side of my neck.

F-F*cking bastard loved to surprise.

I bit my lip, desperate to keep in a moan as he slowly slid his finger in, and out, again, and again. The bubbles above the water moving with the moments.

My hips suddenly jurked forward, chasing that split second feeling that erupted my body into flames. Hydra softly purring in my ear as he didn’t hesitate to plunge just a little deeper with his fingers.

“F*ck!” I cursed. Throwing my head back on his shoulder. His mouth slowly attacking at the side of my face, following it down to my jaw and neck. His other hand moving, dragging down to my chest, keeping me pinned against him.

A whine escaped my throat while Hydra cooed in response. His nose nuzzling into my collarbone as he added another finger inside of me. The stretch feeling unbelievable.

When was the last time I got laid? F*ck, when was the last time I even had something like this?

Closing my eyes, another whine escaped my lips. My brain going fuzzy as I tucked my head under his. A sweet sounding purr vibrating through his throat while I laid there, basking in the afterglow. Trying to catch my breath.

A mix between and rumbled an a purr came from Hydra while I moved my head from his neck. Barely registering how the water gotten cold.

I think, the aftermath was more relaxing than the bath itself anyways.

Shakily, lifting myself off Hydra, and stepping out of the bathtub. Hydra cooed in a questioning, almost worried manner.

“Don’t worry, the bath had just gotten cold.” I stated, leaning over to give him a kiss to his jaw when the little sh*t turned, giving a proper kiss to me. Eyes shining with mischief as he turned it into a full on out make-out session.

Just where did he learn all of this stuff?!

“Hydra…” I managed to pant out his name between his greedy kisses. Pulling away from him when I needed air. A cute little whine leaving him “Oh hush, you mischievous thing.”

Turning my back on him. I heard him rise from the bath while I grabbed a towel from under the sink. Not getting a chance to wrap it around myself as I got picked up, and sat on the counter top. Where the main session began.

-

“F*ck, Hydra!” I moaned out his name. His hips losing their rhythm at the call out before readjusting. A low growl coming from him while I clenched around him. His c*ck hitting the spot inside of me just right.

All sorts of sinful sounds left my mouth as he hit that spot again, and again. Black dots clouding my vision as he cooed, and chuffed at me. Not relenting his pace.

The building up was more quick than the last, and desperate for immediate release, body on flames. My hand dragged across my stomach. Briefly feeling just how much he was inside of me. How much bigger he was.

A pitiful whine left my throat when Hydra took ahold of my hand from my bud, and pinned it to the counter top. His mouth huffing, and snarling in my ear. Occasionally nipping, and bitting at my shoulder.

Oh Please, make more of the your little sounds my little Serpent.

“H-Hydra!”

Yes, yes, come on- just a few more. Please my little Serpent.

“Hydra! F-f*ck!” I cried out, body’s stilling. Vision blacking out for a moment more. His release flooding inside of me, tongue lapping at my collarbone.

F****ck, I’m gonna have to look up what it means to get f*cked by an Astartes. God damn.

—

They, were unworthy.

Unworthy of her time, her gaze, and grace, her presence. Simply too weak to provide such strength they proclaim to have. Even in groups.

A dishonor they would have been.

Darling, let me show you what true providence is.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 V

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 III

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

“… Sweetheart, when was the last time you went into heat?”

“I mean, I’ve— I’ve always been on suppressants, so—“

“That’s not a date, love.”

You swallow hard, looking at the cement floor of the makeshift safe house. You were supposed to be home by now, to have access to all your meds—but no. You were here. Out in enemy territory, holed up with the rest of your team.

Your otherwise all alpha team.

“Never.”

Well. Shit.

[rissouu]

“the fuck are you doing, woman? you keep wakin’ me up,” sukuna woke up to your tossing and turning in bed. you’d been rolling around for the past hour now, not finding much comfort in the small breeze coming from the window. it was so god damn hot you felt like you were on fire.

the irritation in your boyfriends voice was clear, you almost felt bad for keeping him up, even if it wasn’t intentional. “‘m in pain ryo. i told you i started my period yesterday, my cramps are jus’ now showing up.”

your body was sprawled across the edge of the bed, a shaking mess. you couldn’t stop moving or the pain in your lower stomach would get even worse. you learned that over the many years of being cursed by this cycle all woman had to go through.

“tch,” he took one look at your shaking body through the darkness. the demon would never admit it, but he actually felt bad. he knew about women and how they usually endure this torture every month, but yours had never been this bad— from what he’s seen at least.

“y’think you’d feel better if i..” sukuna trailed off while staring at the pitch black ceiling. “cuddled you? i think that’s what they call it,” his hand played with the hem of your shirt. even though it was dark, he could still feel the gaze of your addicting eyes.

“you don’t have to ryo! i know that’s not your type of-”sukuna cut you off so quick, almost as if he already knew what you were going to say, and he didn’t want to hear it.

within a blink of an eye he gripped at your waist and pulled you closer to him, hands wrapped around you so tight that there was no room for escape. “shut up brat, n’ just let me do this for you.”

you gasped at the quick change in position, still shocked by how fast he moved. sukuna’s body heat was enough to put you at ease and before you knew it, the shaking had finally stopped.

it was probably because of the rather large hand rubbing at the skin of your lower stomach, or the soft hint of cologne engulfing your senses. you didn’t know what it was, but sukuna fixed your problem in an instant. the cramps were still there, coming and going here and there but they weren’t as painful anymore.

maybe now he could finally get some damn sleep.

©rissouu 2024 :D

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Vampire lover that can’t drink your blood without you keeping his cock warm.

He has to be balls deep in your pussy, otherwise he gets all hard and cums in his pants just from one sip of your blood.

It’s just way less messy to already have his cock buried in your cunt, and he doesn’t like to waste his seed. He’s a powerful vampire that needs an heir, that sperm is valuable!!

So every time he needs to feed, he pushes your expensive panties to the side and sits you on his cock, content to cum inside of you.

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[uglygirltrying]

barbarian!ghost x princess!reader | pt2 to this

princess!reader whose new life, after the wedding, was as easy as it could possibly be. she just had to sit still and look pretty. most difficult part of her new life, was her new husband. he's a hard head. a piece of work, as she liked to think. as if he could be changed.

barbarian!ghost who liked his new wife. enjoyed her, even. she's pretty, sure. but she's a good girl too. and he liked that. he liked how he needed to protect her. keep her safe and warm. fed and happy. and, he'd gladly do just that.

princess!reader whose stuff was starting to make itself home. her clothes filled the dresser. her vanity table stood against the wall. fresh vase of roses on the nightstand every morning.

her smell stuck on the pillows.

barbarian!ghost who would only trust his most loyal men to guard her. the men he trusted, not to let his wife get hurt. not get touched. the men he trusted, to always know, whose wife the princess was.

barbarian!ghost who would probably never admit how much he was actually ready to do for her.

how many men he would kill at her word, before ever asking anything in return.

how many kingdoms he would take over, just for her to wear their riches.

and how much he would sacrifice, just for her to sleep in his arms every night.

taglist: @soapisdaddy

sorry that it's so short, and barely anything. i didn't feel inspired. but i still wanted to post at least something, because it was requested🙏 if i get inspired, I'll probably rewrite in another style, not this listing thing yk

[v1x3n]

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 III

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Sitting here, eating a mini pumpkin pie while writing/typing this.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 : I don’t condone these actions. Rodessava is a fake city name(I think.)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams

TW // Violence, Blood & Gore, Loss of limb(s), Mutilation, Murder, Death, Cannibalism/Cannibal? Yandere theme, Curse.

Birds chirped annoyingly at my open window. My phone buzzing on in. Souring my mood while I tried to go back to sleep. Way too warm to unwrap myself from my blankets to meet the cool, morning air of my room.

In attempt to shut out the screaming birds, and my damn phone. I pulled my pillow over my head. Dulling the tweets, and buzzes slightly, but it was better than nothing.

Dozing off when everything was quiet for a moment. I was on the edge of complete sleep again when I felt like I just fell off a cliff. A mixed sound between surprised, and disappointment coming out of my mouth.

“Hydra?” I questioned groggy. Looking up at the cooing Astartes, electric blue eyes staring down at me while he nuzzled the top of my head. Trying to wake me up.

I grumbled in response. Wiggling back down in my blankets, unwilling to wake up just yet. Feeling Hydra rumble, pulling me close.

Dozing off again in his embrace. I heard him coo at me again as his hands sneaked down at my exposed skin of my stomach.

With a yelp, I jumped up. Startled at such foul trickery. Moving completely away from the Alpha Legion with the cold hands. Nearly tumbling off my bed.

“That was foul, Mr.” I grumbled, glaring at the Alpha Legion without armor. His coos, and laughs shaking the bed.

Grabbing one of my pillows. I chucked it at him, hitting him in the chest with a light plop. Doing nothing as the little sh*t just leaned over, and picked me up again. Pulling me into a confiscating hug. Head nuzzling into my hair with small coos coming out him.

With a sigh, I forgave him. Wrapping my arms around his chest as much as I could. Unable to stay mad him for long.

He might have been a little “tricky” to deal with, but ultimately he was a cuddle bug. Always wanting some sort of physical affection. His most common one; holding one another. It scared me immobile the first time he did it.

I was sleeping at the time too, in the middle of the night. Felt the slow movement of hands wrapping around my body— Thought it was my dream at first until I jerked awake, coming face-to-face with a bald man with soft, blue eyes that shined in the dark.

I just laid there, staring at him like he was my sleep paralysis demon. Heart beating heavily in my chest. I could only really watch him as he chuffed at me, and wrap his hands around me more. Settling his head down on my chest. Being the little spoon.

Eventually, I did fall back asleep that night. Kinda just excepting my fate at that moment. Fully expecting not to be alive the next morning.

With another sigh, I pushed myself off Hydras chest, feeling how my joints gone sore. Only to get pulled back in, a whine coming from the Astartes.

“Oh, so I can’t have more sleep time, but you can have more cuddle time?” I questioned the clingy Alpha legion. A quiet rumble coming from him.

I mocked his rumble back at him, his head pulled back quickly from me. Grip loosening as I took that chance to escape his grasp, getting another whine from him.

“Oh shush! Let’s get us some breakfast, yeah?”

—

Crimson repainted the once cream walls. Some spots darker than the other. Stained by the amount. Still fresh as it slowly ran down the wall, joining with the pools of blood turning cold on the ground. Mixing DNA.

Big, and small body’s laying around with missing limbs. Some recognizable, others beyond medical recognition. Flames eating at their open flesh creating an horrid smell.

“PLEASE! PLEA—” The begging of a human stopped. The sound of bones ripping from flesh splattering against armor. The humans spine had been ripped from him his back with ease. His uncooperativeness leading him to his demise.

“Will you talk?” One of the marines asked the remaining human. Looking down at him as they nodded frantically. Green eyes blown wide with fear. “Then talk.”

“I-I can’t e-exactly g-give you the p-precise lo-location!” The young man stammered. Flinching away from another marine when the moved closer, adding quickly. “It’s-not-my-job!”

“Then what can you give?” Another marine asked. Armor shifting around the area.

“I- I can give y-you a-an area! A-an city!” The man fumbled . Eyes desperately searching all around him, in the dark area. Unable to see his potential threat.

“Clarify.” A deeper voice came out.

“R-Rodessava! The c-city! That’s all I kn-know! I s-swear!” The man blurted out. Paranoia catching up to him as the shadows moved. “I heard it with-within the office a l-long time ago! P-Please! Believe m-me!”

“…Leave.” The deep voice suddenly demanded.

“R-really?” The man hesitantly asked, getting no sound in return . “Oh thank god!”

The man rose to his feet, ready to dash right out this horrid place. Chanting gods name in his head as he went. A marine nodding to the other.

‘Thank you god, thank you god, thank y—’

Teeth dug into the man’s neck. Blood splattering against the marines face as the man below him gurgled. With a pull, a chunk of the mans throat left his neck. A clear snap of bone echoed as the body fell down to its knees. Plopping down to the ground with a thud.

An… unpredictable death.

The marine himself, finished off their piece of flesh. Licking his lips off before cleaning off his gauntlets like a cat cleaning itself. A satisfied rumble coming from him.

“Unfortunate.” One said, moving out with the rest of the group to their new location. Some staying behind to get rid of the evidence.

Their darling had quite a few loyal people to her. Unwilling to say anything for her name. Others, not as much. Something they can give their darling props for. Her tactics having them almost thrown there for a moment.

Oh, darling, please stop with this. I’m getting tired without you by my side. I just wish to provide for you! Let me show you my power! My dominance!

I’ll even show you my strength with duels! Challenges if I have to!

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IV

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 II

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[nereidprinc3ss]

be my angel

in which BAU fem!reader was injured on the job, but is refusing painkillers at the hospital. spencer thinks he knows why.

fluff (+a little angst) warnings/tags: established relationship, hospital stuff, reader got beat up by an unsub, discussions of spencer's past addiction, mentions of period cramps, reader ends up being administered some sort of painkiller a/n: another draft i found in my literal hundreds of pages of abandoned wips and fixed up cause it's cute, I hope you like!!!

Spencer is tearing through the hospital. They all keep saying you’re going to be okay, but what does that even mean? Why is nobody telling him anything? He’s not even sure he heard what the orderly at the front desk said, but his feet are carrying him with a strident purpose through the winding white halls, so he has to assume he at least subconsciously knows where he’s going. 

Finally he spots Penelope, a beacon in her candy-colored clothing, speaking to a doctor in hushed tones. Penelope sees him approaching and turns away from the doctor, looking harried and exhausted. 

“Is she okay? What happened?” Spencer demands, before either of the others can say a word. 

“She’s okay,” the doctor assures. “She was beat up pretty bad—concussion, broken ribs, some bruising that looks worse than it is. There was a clean shot through her arm, but—” 

His blood runs cold. Nobody told him you were shot. Why had nobody told him you were shot? 

“I need to see her.” 

The doctor frowns, glancing between the two agents. 

“I’m sorry, are you her spouse?” 

“Yes. No, not yet, I just—I need to see her, please. Now.” 

“Sir, unless she—” 

“Just let him see her!” Penelope practically yells. “She wants him here, believe me.”  

The doctor clenches her jaw and scribbles something on her clipboard. 

“Okay. Maybe you can try to convince her to accept some painkillers.” 

Spencer’s frown deepens. 

“She’s refusing pain management?” 

“We gave her as much ibuprofen as we could, but she refused anything stronger than that. She has to be in a lot of pain right now, and there’s no background of addiction.” 

“I’ll talk to her,” Spencer says, already twisting the silver door handle. He has a sneaking suspicion as to why you denied pain treatment, and it makes him feel incredibly guilty. More than he already did, after this entire debacle. 

The sight of you, bloodied and bruised and obviously suffering has his heart splintering right down the middle. Whatever meager semblance of a smile he can scrounge up and offer is reflected back to him on you—which only makes him feel worse. As always, you’re putting on a brave face. 

“Hey,” Spencer says quietly as he closes the door behind him. 

“Hi,” you croak. “How do I look?” 

He approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing your hair away from your face. 

“How do you feel? The doctor told me you wouldn’t accept pain medication,” he murmurs. 

You sniff. 

“I feel okay. Did she tell you it’s not as bad as it looks?” 

But your voice is so small, so wavery and weak, that he knows you’re lying. 

“Sweetheart...” 

You’ve been holding it together since the unsub beat you nearly unconscious. You held it together as he ran away, even got a couple shots in before he turned around and returned fire. You held it together while you sat against the dirty truck, bleeding out, not sure if your team was coming, and you held it together in the ambulance, and for the past thirty minutes in this hospital bed. But all it takes is one gentle word from Spencer, with that concerned, solicitous look in his eye, and the floodgates are opening. Tears spring up in your eyes and begin silently falling down your dirtied cheeks. 

“It’s okay!” you attempt to reassure him, affecting cheeriness even through the tears. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine!” 

He says your name soft and low and he tries his best to keep his tone even though he is liable to burst into tears or start yelling at someone (not you) at any minute.  

“I know that’s not true. You have broken ribs and a gunshot wound. I know how badly it hurts to breathe and how it feels every time you move your arm. That is too much damage for over-the-counter anti-inflammatories. You need real analgesics.” 

“I don’t,” you whisper. Your teary eyes make his whole body ache. He squeezes your hand—the one that’s not connected to the wounded arm. 

“Because of me?” You stare at him blankly, as if you’re shocked he was able to put two and two together. “I promise you don’t need to worry about that.” 

You sniffle. 

“But what if—what if they give me the drugs and I get all weird and it’s, it’s like... triggering for you, or something?” 

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve worried about that. I’d rather see you a little tired and out of it than in extreme pain and trying to pretend you’re not. You getting the pain relief you need in a medical emergency is not going to make me relapse.” 

“But I really think I could go without,” you begin, voice already tightening around a cry. “I’ve—I’ve had period cramps that were worse than this.” 

Despite himself, he chuckles. Goes back to stroking your hair. 

The laughter fades quickly. All the pain you’re in is so evident in your eyes. The dissociative glassiness, the tension around them, the bloodshot quality—he's seen it many times before, and he hates it on you. 

“Will you please tell them you’re ready to take something? They won’t give you Dilaudid. It’s too strong. They’ll give you something that I’d have no interest in anyway.” 

“Not funny,” you whisper. 

He ignores this. 

“Will you let me call the doctor back in?” 

You take a deep, shuddering breath—or at least, you try to, before you’re loosing a sharp squeak that deteriorates into a little sob. The ribs. 

Spencer doesn’t bother asking again, just gets up and begins to walk away as efficiently as his legs will carry him. You need painkillers and he thinks it might be fastest to just fetch the doctor or a nurse from the hallway. 

“Wait,” you plead.  

He stops. Reminds himself that you need him right now—not his medical opinions. Spencer turns back around and approaches again, crouching by your bedside this time. 

“What, honey?” 

“I don’t...” 

You trail off, overcome by something like fear in the width and shine and nervous dart of your eyes. Spencer knows, everybody at the BAU knows, that showing fear to a serial killer will get you killed that much quicker. During your time alone with the unsub, which is a can of worms Spencer literally cannot psychologically open right now, you had to put on your bravest face. Even while you were being beaten within an inch of your life. Even when you thought you were going to die, alone, and that your team—that Spencer—wasn't coming back for you. Because that’s the kind of thing you have to do to cope when you’re at rock bottom. But you were terrified. Petrified. That doesn’t just go away—and Spencer knows it’ll be bumping against the surface until it finds a way out.  

He has to remember that just because you look unafraid and you act unafraid doesn’t mean you aren’t. 

“You were so brave,” he manages after he’s sure he can say it without incident, swiping moisture from your cheek. “You did everything exactly right.” 

“I know,” you whisper, chin trembling. Spencer knows you, and he knows this kind of trauma well enough to know that you’re thinking, I did everything exactly right, and it wasn’t enough. I did everything exactly right and this is what I have to show for it. 

“But nobody needs you to act like it wasn’t hard, okay? You don’t need to pretend like it doesn’t hurt. You were so, so brave, angel. You don’t have to be brave anymore.” 

Your eyes squeeze shut, sending a new wash of tears over your tacky cheeks. A few moments pass. You say nothing. He hopes you’re not going to hide away inside yourself like he did. 

“Will you please, please, let me get the doctor?” 

At least this time you don’t immediately say no. 

“Will you come right back?” 

“Of course.” 

Finally, you nod your hesitant assent, and Spencer presses a careful kiss to your forehead. 

A few minutes later, the doctor—who was shocked that Spencer was able to so quickly change your very made-up mind—is back, and so is Spencer. It only takes a moment for them to determine the best course of action for you and soon the fist around his heart is loosening its grip as he watches some of the agony melting from your eyes. 

“Better?” he murmurs as the nurse who’d administered the drugs leaves, fanning his thumb over the underside of your wrist. You nod, already appearing sleepy. 

“Can you lie down with me?” 

He smiles at the way your words slip against each other, simply relieved that you’re able to relax and no longer in extreme pain. 

“Hospital beds aren’t rated for two people.” 

“Spencer.” 

It’s enough for him to climb onto the bed—not that he was ever going to deny you what you wanted to begin with. The fit isn’t exactly perfect—he's a bit too long and combined the two of you are just slightly too wide—but with some finagling it’s comfortable enough. Spencer has slipped his arm underneath you and your head is on his shoulder and he’s so glad to have you in his arms and so grateful that you’re okay he does something almost like praying in his head as he kisses your hair. 

“Hey. Ask me about my bruises.” 

“Why? Do they still hurt?” 

“You should see the other guy.” 

It’s dumb and it doesn’t make sense because you didn’t bother waiting for him to actually set the joke up—but he smiles dryly nonetheless. 

“Can you please give me... I don’t know, 36 hours before you start making jokes about almost dying?” 

“Clock starts now.” 

“Thank you.” He feels your lips curve into a half-conscious smile against his neck. It’s a wonderful feeling. “How are your ribs? Breathing feels okay?” 

“Mhm. Love breathing.” 

“Mhm. And your arm?” 

“Like I got shot.” 

“Well, that’s pretty much unavoidable. But not as bad as before, right?” 

“Right. Spencer?” 

“What, my love?” 

A little pleased puff of air warms his shoulder. He carefully rubs your hip. 

“Will you tell me how brave I was again?” 

He takes a silent, very deep breath.  

“You were incredibly brave. And smart, too. I’m really proud of you for how you handled that situation. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, but I don’t think anyone could have handled it better. Especially when you chose to stay put by the truck, instead of chase him. I know that wasn’t what you wanted to do, but it was the right choice.” 

“I thought you guys maybe weren’t coming,” you murmur, no hint of sadness in your smushed, flat voice—like you’re barely awake. “I waited half an hour and I thought you weren’t gonna find me.” 

“Angel, I will always find you. We didn’t stop looking even once, as soon as we noticed you were gone. I’m just sorry I wasn’t with Emily and Rossi when they got to you.” 

“’Nelope told me... she told me you got really angry and scary.” 

He stares at the ceiling and considers this. 

“I could see... how what I was feeling would be interpreted that way. I was pretty angry. But not at Penelope or any of them. I was mostly just scared.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you whisper. “And I’m sorry if I made you mad.” 

“You did not. I wasn’t mad at you. And it’s not your fault that I got scared. You were just trying to do your job. None of this is your fault.” 

“She also said that you said fuck like... three times.” 

“Mm... doesn’t sound like me,” he evades. You giggle, and the sound is more a relief than any drug he could take.

“No, seriously, I’m so mad I missed it. I love hearing you swear. Tell me what you said—and you have to cause I’m all messed up so I get whatever I want.” 

He sighs in mock annoyance. 

“Well, she’s wrong. I only said fuck once. I used fucking as an intensifier twice.” 

You hum. 

“Sexy.” 

“Alright,” Spencer laughs, flushing as he moves his hand to your shoulder. “Go to sleep before I tell them to up your dosage, weirdo.” 

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reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

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.・゜-: ✧ :-　　Drabble-day! Katsuki Bakugo!

pestering your boyfriend for kisses because his lips feel so soft against yours and you just can't get enough;

"kats, gimme kiss," you said, lips puckered playfully.

he leaned down, gave you a quick peck, then turned right back to the pot, stirring with that trademark scowl of concentration. you grinned, pleased at his compliance.

three seconds passed.

"kats, gimme kiss."

he sighed but leaned down again, giving you another quick peck, his eyes flicking to you with an almost imperceptible smile before he focused back on the meal.

you counted under your breath. one… two… three…

"kats, gimme kiss."

this time, he didn't look quite so amused, but he still obliged with another quick peck before turning away, grumbling, "y'know, I'm tryin' to cook here."

your grin widened. "kats, gimme kissss."

he groaned, but again, leaned down, brushing his lips against yours—albeit a bit more impatiently this time. "last one," he warned, returning his focus to the pot with a shake of his head.

and of course, you just couldn't let it go.

"Katsss, gimmeee kissss," you teased, drawing out the words with an innocent smile.

he stopped stirring, shoulders tensing as he let out a slow, deep breath. he turned to you, brow raised, the faintest glint of annoyance mixed with affection in his eyes. "you want me to kiss you or do you want dinner, huh?"

"can't I have both?" you shrugged, batting your lashes.

his lips twitched as he fought back a smile. "listen," he said, leaning down. "if I give you one more, you better be done askin' 'til after dinner, or i'll start chargin'."

"and if I don't?" you stifled a laugh, feigning serious thought.

"then you can forget dinner," he said, finally breaking into a grin. with that, he leaned in, his kiss lingering just a bit longer, with his hand cradling the back of your head.

"worth it," you whispered, as he pulled back.

"you're so damn lucky I'm patient with your ass." he rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally cracking a soft laugh as he went back to the stove.

kith kith! missed Drabble-day this week so here ya go!

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