#sometimes he drifts off bc of the noise around him

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

my brain has settled into this calm time of the year and suddenly i'm experiencing things more vibrantly, but also reliving memories like they're happening all over again. feeling very close to the things that mattered a lot to me this year, like they're a weighted blanket keeping me warm and soothed

[withleeknow]

remedy.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort; implies that minho has anxiety, unedited bc i am me and you shouldn't expect much from me lmao word count: 1.2k note: hello hello!! i've been meaning to write this since the day of the rock-star comeback but i'm only getting around to finishing it now lol. but the timing's pretty neat so consider this a christmas present from me and mine to you and yours!! <33

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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when the sun rouses you awake in the morning, you feel two arms loosely wrapped around you that weren't there before you fell asleep last night.

you smile to yourself, enjoying the warmth and comfort that he brings you. home, finally.

you turn in his hold, as gently as you can to not disturb your slumbering minho.

you don’t know when exactly he got back, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours ago. sometimes, when he has night schedules, he doesn’t usually return until the sun is peeking over the horizon. you’re used to him having to work throughout the wee hours of the night every other week. you don’t like it, but you’re used to it.

you expect to find him snoozing peacefully beside you, with his handsome face and his lips parted cutely as he lightly snores, but when you finally shuffle around to look at him, you instantly frown.

a frown that matches his own.

baby, you think, what’s wrong?

even in his sleep, minho’s brows are knitted together, the corners of his mouth tugged downward like he’s having a bad dream. the instant concern that rushes through you parts the hazy fog in your brain, and then... you remember.

it was only half past three in the morning when your phone buzzed to life, the vibrations resounding brassily against the wooden surface of your nightstand. reaching out blindly for the device, you only needed to peek through one eye to scan the time and the caller id before you held it to your ear, your face still smushed against your fluffy pillow.

"hmm?"

"i'm sorry," minho was quick to apologize. "did i wake you?" he sounded rushed, like he had wandered off to a corner to steal a few minutes for himself before having to go back.

you made a noncommittal noise, already feeling the exhaustion luring you back to dreamland. it had been a long week and you'd endured five whole days just to get to the weekend, to be able to spend hours on end with your boyfriend. it'd be just you and him, wrapped up together in your cozy little bubble, all your stresses and troubles kept at bay. he was always the best part of your days, your weeks, your months, even your years.

even though you were drifting, you still managed to ask, "is everything okay?"

"yeah, everything’s fine. i just missed you."

it made you smile nonetheless. he didn’t often disturb you in the middle of the night just to be sappy with you whenever he was stuck working odd hours, but it wasn’t necessarily anything out of the ordinary. minho could still be needy and clingy sometimes. it was one of the things that you loved most about him - that he could be a grumpy cat most of the time, but underneath that prickly exterior, he was just a big softie. you loved it even more that you were the only person who could bring out that side of him.

"missed you too," you mumbled. it didn’t sound at all lively, but you knew he could tell that you meant it.

you caught a sigh from his end before he continued. though this time, he let his defenses down when he spoke. his voice came out along with a tired exhale, laced with something that you would’ve been able to pick up on had your mind not been delirious with sleep. "wanna be there with you," he said in earnest. "want you to be here with me."

"when are you coming home?" you asked, even though the words came out a little garbled, your voice heavy with sleep.

"in a couple hours. i'll be home right after this."

"okay. we can-" cue a big yawn. "we can stay in bed as long as you want in the morning."

"yeah, that sounds nice."

"then i’ll see you in a bit, okay?"

he paused briefly before his next words came out a little unsteady, hesitant. the unease with which he spoke bypassed your unassuming radar completely. "can we just stay on the phone?"

"min-"

"you don't have to talk to me. just... stay with me for a while."

you think you might've passed out again after that, the subsequent silence and his breathing on the other end having lulled you back to sleep in a matter of seconds.

my love, it brings tears to your eyes just thinking about it, how could i have missed it?

you quietly move closer to him, shuffling inch by inch until you’re chest to chest, hoping his body could sense your warmth and be comforted by it, even just a little bit. you press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, but even that simple touch stirs him awake even though minho is usually a deep sleeper.

his eyes slowly open, and you suppose the tug on your heartstrings loosens when the furrow between his brows eases as he takes in the sight of you.

he heaves a sigh of relief, and it’s like you can actually see some of the tension leaving his body as he pulls you to him, holding you against him so tightly that it’s impossible to move even if you wanted to.

"hi," you say, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, snuggling further into him until it’s hard to tell if the heartbeat you feel is yours or his.

"hi," he replies, his soft lips placing a greeting kiss on the top of your head.

"bad day?" night, but oh well. technicalities. 

his answer comes muffled against your hair, though you feel the slight vibration of his chest when he mutters, "it wasn’t that bad. i was just a little overwhelmed."

"but it's better now?"

"much better, now that you’re here."

truthfully, you don’t really know what to say in moments like this. you want to be able to offer him reassuring words that could ease his nerves and calm his raging sea, but you’re not good with words. you never have been. you don’t think you ever will be, as much as you want to. for him.

it makes you feel guilty at times, not being able to give minho the peace he needs.

you do try though, to comfort him as much as you can.

"i love you," you say quietly. your arm wraps around him, your palm landing on his upper back where your fingers tenderly soothe the firm muscles you find. i'm sorry i wasn't there for you. i wish i have the right words to say to you.

"i could listen to you breathe and feel ten times better," he admits, putting some distance between your faces so he can look at you, as if it'll help emphasize his words. "i don’t even need you to do anything. i just need you. you’re more than enough for me."

his eyes bore into yours, glittering with nothing but a kind of sincerity that he never shows anyone but you. you kiss him then, soft and slow. you want to pour as much love into him as you possibly can. and even then you don't think it can amount to a fraction of what he deserves.

but nonetheless, you try. you try because he means the world to you.

i'll do better for you. let me share your burdens with you.

pulling away, you tell him, as your palm gently holds his cheek, a touch which he leans into instantaneously. "go back to sleep. i’ve got you."

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all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 25.12.2023]

[quantum1mmortality]

Ok so I was thinking about a smut with a leech and wanted to ask you to do (i love how u write)

What about a AFAB!reader that likes to open her mouth and sometimes you do it without realizing it.

I read somewhere that eels have it like an invitation to mate or something like that (dont remember so much)

And about if is jade or floyd… well, both are my favs so I cant choose. What works better I guess

EEK TYSM!!! I feel as tho floyd would fit this better bc jade is a smart boy, probs knows that humans just open their mouths wide for random shit but floyd

...

Hes a lil stupid when it comes to these things(I love him I swear)

10/10, would fuck in the VIP room again

-floyd probably lmao(also the name of the fic)

♧CW!!! fem reader, breeding kink yas slay, unsafe sex(wear condoms kids), degrading(? Floyd calls us a slut for yawning around other men but he loves us 🤞), little to no foreplay hes too hawny, semi public sex, pwp?, mentions of jade but light, none that I can think of right now but floyd is such a silly little goose(im terrified of him)

NOT PROOFREAD

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♧ you were originally here to study.

Seeing as your boyfriend, Floyd, was nowhere to be seen. Sitting in the mostro lounge while waiting for Floyd to be on break was a normal occurrence.

Since it had been awhile with slight glimpses of him taking care of customers, you decided to start studying on your own. Opening up a text book and starting to read and take notes, Jade comes over with your order.

"Apologies for my brother taking so long. The customers he has are being seriously rude, we're trying our best to have him not squish them." Jade says as he places your tea on the table in front of you.

"How long will he be?" You ask as you take a small sip of your tea. Jade rests his chin on his hand as he closes his eyes, seemingly in thought.

"Soon." He simply says as he walks away.

Although odd, you've gotten used to Jades strange behavior. As you were about to return to studying, you spotted Floyd waiting on the table across from you. He shoots you a smile before turning back to his customers.

You took that as a sign to go back to studying. Flipping open your text book, you begin to take notes again. As you get further into the book, your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Resting your head on your hand, you start to close your eyes for longer periods once blinking.

As you began to drift off to a light sleep, you felt yourself yawning as you began to shift in your chair.

Having finally settled in a comfortable position, you begin to get lulled into a peaceful sleep by the surround sound of calming music in the lounge.

Drifting off, you get woken up by a sudden loud noise. "Boo!" It was Floyd, creeping up behind you just to scare you awake. Playfully punching his chest as you complain about how you just fell asleep, he takes your hand, leading you off somewhere.

"Floyd, where are you taking me?" You say between giggles. "Somewhere, it'll be fun, I promise." He says as he gives you a wink.

He leads you to the VIP room, which usually isn't occupied by anyone, like now. Just the two of you. He turns around to lock the door, he turns back to you, eyes widened with an unpleasant look on his face.

"That thing you did out there, I cant believe you did it infront of other men. Do you understand what they may think now? Think im not your boyfriend? Think I dont treat you well enough?" Confusion. All you felt in the moment was pure confusion.

"Floyd, what the fuck are you talking about? I was just studying, nothing happened." You could tell he was getting frustrated. "That thing! Where you opened your mouth wide!"

"You mean yawning? The.... thing people do.... when they're tired?"

"You can't do that around merfolk." Oh. Oh? This seems like something you can tease him on.

"Oh? And whys that, Mr eel boy?" You say as you chuckle. Somehow, floyd got even more pissed at this, he slammed both your arms above you and against the wall behind you, eyes still wide, and very much angry.

"You don't understand what you're doing. You're making a mating invite by doing that, what if the other merfolk saw? Or worse, what if Jade saw?"

"Floyd im sorry okay, I didn't mean to, seriously-" you were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, you fed into it, not resisting in the slightest.

He began to sink his head down to your neck, making soft bites on it and licking up the semi bloody aftermath. "If you want to act like a slut, then I'll fuck you like one." He says before digging his open hend into the flesh of your thigh and biting down on your collar bone.

You choke out a groan at the sudden pain as floyd slowly kisses the bite, making it feel more pleasurable than anything.

Once hes done, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, right?"

"Yeah, just don't do anything stupid." You're able to say between puffs of hot air. Giving you a smile, he hooks his finger under the strap of your panties, taking his other hand off your wrists. Sliding down the peice of fabric while biting off his glove, he starts to suck on your neck as he begins to work his fingers into you.

Taking his thumb and rubbing it over your clit as he slowly sinks two fingers inside you. You moan out as he begins to curl them in you, sucking on the bite mark you made earlier.

"F-fuck... I cant take it anymore." Floyd groans out as he unbuckles his belt. Lining up his thick cock with your hole, "You're sure you're okay with this, right?" He says one last time in a panted breath.

"Yes just... don't do anything stupid-" and you were cut off once again by him doing something stupid.

He thrusts his whole length into you at once, earning a low, throaty groan from him as you were just trying to find stability. He takes both you thighs and wraps them around his waist, being able to hit much deeper in the position.

Mere seconds later, all the pain you felt turned into pure, absolute pleasure as he started fucking you against the wall.

Filling the room with moans of utter bliss from the both of you, having Floyd come completely undone after minutes. "I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good- make everyone know you're mine- have those other eel bitches know if you're gonna be a slut, you're gonna be mine, understood?"

You're barely able to make his words out as you start to feel lightheaded from the pleasure. His grip on you tightens as you feel him twitch inside you. "Fuck, im gonna-" he was cut off by a powerful moan as he came inside you, slowing down his pace in the process.

Floyd slowly sinks down to the floor as he places you down on it, leaving you for a moment as he grabs a wash cloth. He starts to clean you in silence, waiting for you to say something. You were too tired to speak, however.

Once you're clean, he makes himself presentable again as he picks you up and walks you back to your table. Once he sets you down, he walks off and brings back a bottle of water and some snacks.

"Dont worry, they're on me." He says with a wink.

As he turns to walk away, you grab onto his sleeve to get his attention. He leans in close to hear you over the bustling crowd. "Floyd, I didn't get to fini-" he places his index finger over your mouth.

"Now, now, I didn't forget my dear, I promise. If you're good today then I'll double it tonight, hm?" And with that, he walks off and returns to his job where jade and azul kept yelling at him for bailing.

As you sit in silence while occasionally looking over at Floyd, he makes eye contact with you while being yelled at. Going back to you table, you realize something, your tea has gone cold.

Oh dear, whoever will you call over to replace it?

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A/n: i had no clue how to end this fic wiwhwihsiwow im going insane

[adamsrcnan]

just thinking about soft jerejean moments of them living together. them spending at least one morning each week lazing about in bed drifting in and out of sleep cuddled up together with jeremy laying his head on jean's shoulder, his leg tangled between jean's. sometimes jean can't fall back asleep so he just plays with the strands of jeremy's hair until he wakes up again. them in the kitchen moving around each other in a familiar routine always making breakfast together while jeremy tells jean about a weird dream he had and jean will say "it's probably because you watch those weird shows". or days off where jean will be doing some gardening while jeremy throws the frisbee around for their little pupper and the dog will get into jean's flower bed and jean will curse loudly in french and start yelling at jeremy and jeremy will yell back in english and then start laughing bc the dog tries to attack jean to stop them fighting and now they're both covered in soil. jean falling asleep on the couch and their dog climbing on top of him but these days he sleeps so heavily (bc he's safe and he knows it) so he doesn't even realise and jeremy will take a million pics and post them everywhere. and jeremy will sing in the shower while jean brushes his teeth and he's so used to it it's like background noise to him now but in a good way. them watching movies and jeremy leaning against jean and slowly sinking down until he's practically lying over jean's lap. jean putting his legs up over jeremy's lap and jeremy's hands automatically moving to massage over his muscles. showering together and washing each other's hair. folding laundry together. jean always folding bed sheets himself but jeremy can never get it right so he always has to help him. jeremy being messy, jean being a neat freak (they used to argue a lot but jeremy always cleans up his mess and jean doesn't mind picking up a stray sock or discarded boxers especially if it's bc he started the impromptu quickie in the hallway this time) just jerejean living in domestic bliss !

[magicalregression]

General Hazbin Hotel hcs

Hello fellow agere hazbin enjoyers. I come with hcs for the main 6. Pls enjoy

🛡 ~ Charlie ~ 🛡

She's a little. Regresses to like 6-7 y/o and is so sweet and innocent.

Still wants to help everyone, and spends her time drawing posters to attract people to the hotel.

Her main cg is Vaggie for obvious reasons, though she will also gravitate towards Angel if he's around.

Eepy baby. Once all of her energy is gone, pick her up and she falls right to sleep.

⚔ ~ Vaggie ~ ⚔

She's a caregiver. Vaggie also will babysit the other littles in the hotel if needed, though she has an obvious preference for Charlie.

Is kinda hard on the littles when need be, can be very strict. This is especially true for bed/nap time, mealtimes, and baths. No stinky, overtired littles on Vaggie's watch.

This just popped into my head but cuddles where she uses her wings as like a blanket thing or just lets the little snuggle into it yes yes

Tends to clean up after playtime. She wants to be madder, but could never be truly angry with her babies.

🕷 ~ Angel Dust ~ 🕷

Angel is both a little and a babysitter. When he regresses, it's at a similar age to Charlie, maybe a bit older to around 7-8.

His energy levels highly fluctuate depending on his emotions before regressing. If he had been in a stressful situation or recently come back from work, he's very tired and kinda just wants to be alone with whatever he's entertained himself with. If he's not in a high emotion environment, he's full of energy!

Likes playing tag and hide and seek with the others. Sometimes forgets that he's much bigger than everyone, though, and may accidentally cause some booboos.

As a babysitter, he takes his job very seriously. Might not be as strict about meals or naps (definitely lets them just have as many sweets as they want), but will take tea parties and games very seriously.

📻 ~ Alastor ~ 📻

I know a lot of people like little Al but for personal reasons, he is a caregiver lol. He has too soothing a voice and mannerisms with Nifty for me to not harp on it.

Takes his little out to Overlord meetings or to visit Auntie Rosie. When they go see Rosie, she always has a new outfit for them, whether a onesie or full outfit, there's always something. At the Overlord meetings, he'll let them sit in his lap or between him and Rosie. The others don't mind bc I say so.

Alastor doesn't like touch he doesn't initiate, and you are no exception. That being said, if they find a way to pull on or play with his ears, the most he'll do is let out a long sigh before letting them continue.

Calls them a little Overlord. "Come now, little Overlord, it's time for bed." and "Little Overlord, what have I told you about sneaking up on others?" and the like.

I have the most thoughts about him but will keep this short for everyone's sakes

🧹 ~ Nifty ~ 🧹

A little. She has the biggest fluctuation though and will be either 2 or like 7, no in betweens.

Always has energy. She's bouncing off the walls. Because of this, Angel is the last person asked to take care of her because he'll give her candy and then she gets even worse. He's also a little cautious because of the one time he made her cry, but Nifty just kinda drifts over to him anyways.

Husk usually gets stuck looking after the lil bugger. It'll start as Alastor's problem, then he conveniently disappears and Vaggie gives her to "kitty" (it's not that they don't love her, they do, she's just a lot lol). I imagine little Nif and Husk have a similar dynamic to Boo and Sully in Monsters Inc.

The only way to get her to sleep is with radio static. The white noise calms her down. Bonus points if you give her a fluffy plush to hold as well.

🐱 ~ Husk ~ 🐱

Husk doesn't really like children, even of the regressing variety. It's not that he hates them, he'd just prefer to not have to interact with them as much as he can. The most he'll do is babysit, but even then he's a little clueless.

Tends to get stuck with Angel the most, but he prefers Nifty just because he's been around her the most over the years.

Has the bar stocked up with different juices and milk and other drinks for kids. Also has a wide variety of sippy cups with different themes for different littles. Charlie likes the ducky one, Angel has one with crabs on it, and Nifty's are all plain. Everyone uses the space themed ones, though, so he has the most of those.

He has a little nook under the bar that someone could use as a little hiding space as well. If the littles are playing hide and seek and someone goes down there, Husk is the last to snitch.

If you wanna see specific scenarios or hcs about certain characters, feel free to send in an ask!!

[itoshi-s]

*escapes from jail* street racer! rin taking you in the back seat of his car with your legs thrown over his shoulders until the expensive leather is soaked with the slick of filthy, post-race frenzy sex

RIVER !!!! U CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS :((((((((((((((((((( the way i am sooo dizzy thinkin abt this i hope it throws u back into the street racer thot hours bc thats what u deserve for riling me up !!!!!!! >___<

street racer! rin who's well known not only for his smooth drifting and steel concentration on the roads, but also for his foul mouth and short fuse. his temper isn't something to be toyed with - but sometimes, these newbies just don't know about it (which seems impossible, given his authority among the streets that makes everyone shudder) or are simply dumb, with the way they want to try and rile him up.

street racer! rin, who already has the worst frown etched into his sharp features, doors of his metallic navy chevrolet courvette slamming as he get out of the drivers seat. he's tall n strapping as he approaches the other car, a glitter to his turquoise eyes and perspiration gleaming along the back of his neck. there's a crazed look in his eyes, adrenaline steaming off him in waves as he nearly hauls the other guy out of the vehicle. "that's how you want to fucking play? huh? fuck right off. son of a bitch." he snarls, slams the guy (who, by the way, looks no older than nineteen - but the ravenette doesn't seem to care) against the side of the car and gets ready to swing.

street racer! rin, who does many not necessarily favorable things - but when he wants his dopamine rush, he does it fair. he knows that his way of getting his fill is dangerous enough - and that there's a pair of open, warm arms and lovesick eyes waiting for him back in his roppongi penthouse - or, if he gets lucky, standing by the finish line and looking out for him to reach it first. that's why no matter how good it feels, he makes sure to come back to you in one place. and no fucking dipshit trying to play dirty, purposely getting way too close to grazing the rear of his sportscar and trying to leave it tumbling to the side, will get away for stopping him.

street racer! rin, who lands the first punch that's enough to leave the kid stumbling to the side, blood splattering onto the concrete, but the white noise dies down as soon as he feels sharp nails digging into his bicep - a familiar voice reaching his ears. he whips around, frenzied eyes searching for yours, and it's almost visible, the way his shoulders slump and broad frame relaxes upon the sight of you. "stop it," you breathe, heat still red on your cheeks as you drag him away, instead grabbing his face to pull him down for a messy, needy kiss. he nearly groans against your mouth, hands firmly resting on your ass to pull your frame as close to his as it can physically get. "y'won. made me proud, as always." you whisper, hot against his parted lips - and the cold sweat that crashes down his body is better than anything he's ever felt.

street racer! rin, who has you folded in half in his backseat barely fifteen minutes later. deep grunts bounce off the fogged up windows, air thick with lust and the leather squeaks as your clammy skin drags along it. his pace is relentless, hips rutting up into yours so heavily it makes your head spin and thighs burn from the way he has you spread so nicely - hamstrings pressed flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pushing your ass higher up, creating an angle that makes you cry. "mhm- just like that. fuck." it's low and guttural, searing on your skin as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your jaw, already bruised with his need and affection. "my good luck charm. knew you'd be there." he snaps his hips against yours, tilts his pelvis so that his cock buries so deep in your cunt, you almost feel him in your guts. you whimper and give him a teary eyed look as well as an urgent nod, at loss of words from the rough treatment he gives. "couldn't pass up on seein' me like that. on being a sleeve f'me. right?" your mouth falls agape in a muffled sob, eyes rolling backwards and back arching as the head of his cock nudges your cervix. unsatisfied with the lack of verbal answer, he grabs at your jaw, fingers digging into the bone, and looks at you - "right?" he repeats, but this time, there's a desperation to his baritone that pulls the trigger and leaves you babbling. yes, rinnie, all - all f'you, baby. wanted t'see you so bad, need you so much.

street racer! rin who is absolutely smitten with you - his prettiest arm candy, the most passionate lover, and future wife that he'd be ready to drop this fucking racing nonsense for, if you ever did as little as ask. rin, who plows you into the seats for hours more, leaves the leather soaked through with your filth - and knows that you're the only thing that gets him higher than all of this.

[mooodyblue]

Can we get some callum and little aus hcs? 😢

callum turner x little!austin headcannons

a/n: of course i had to jump right on it. i love these two.

warnings: age regression

-> masterlist

my biggest hc is that callum isn't even his cg, he just loves hanging around little!aus bc he's the cutest thing ever

austin absolutely loves this guy

he was an anxious bundle of nerves when they first met at an event, but hit it off immediately

callum had no idea what agere was and austin got stressed one day and accidentally slipped in front of him, he had no clue what to do

but thank god google exists !

always calls him "kiddo" "little guy" "bud"

lowkey gets excited whenever austin is little bc he's just so fun to be around

he treats austin like if he were his little brother 100%

they get rough, but playfully—callum always makes sure he's comfortable!

sometimes austin drifts off during interviews(y'know....that one clip) and callum has to try and snap him back into reality a bit, telling him to hold on and that he'd get him a snack in just a bit

whenever the two make plans or have to work together on something, he makes sure to always have some little snacks and juice pouches on hand :')

if anything goes wrong, he immediately asks if austin wants his cg—which he'll call right away if he says yes

mota filming was real fun bc austin got to play with some of the planes while they weren't filming (with supervision of course!) callum makes little airplane noises just for him

definitely buys austin a toy airplane to remember him by

soooo many hugs

they definitely hold hands!!!!

i love them btw

[mschimdt]

abc miles quaritch headcanons nsfw + short fluff story

i have a quaritch brainrot and there isnt enough content out there to FEED ME so i gotta feed myself, this has no plot btw (i left out some letters bc i didnt know what to put for them)

800 words

A-arousal (what turns him on)

quaritch can get turned on by litteraly anything, but especially when you have attitude, it turns him on knowing that hes gonna fuck the attitude out of you

A2-aftercare (how he takes care of you)

he'll run you either a bath or shower, normally bath because your legs basically go limp, then he kisses every inch of you and you both drift off to sleep

A3-Agressive (how agressive he is during sex)

very agressive and mean, but he makes up for it with aftercare, he also takes his anger out on you sometimes, during sex, never arguing tho, he doesnt like scaring you and will take his anger out on another recom if he has to, never on you

B-body part (his favorite part of your body)

quaritch is both a tit amd ass man, but hes more of a tit one, if he had the chance to he'd either fuck your tits or he'd use them as pillows

C-clothing (if he prefers clothing during sex)

sure he'd enjoy it if you wore sexy clothes during sex, but he likes it even more when youre completley nakes under him, it makes him feel like he has more power

D-degrading (if he degrades you or no)

ooh this man deffo enjoys degrading you, will whisper the nastiest and meanest shit in your ears knowing you get off to it

E-edging (does he edge you?)

damn well he does, he enjoys edging you then sropping whatever he was doing to hear your begs

F-face riding (does he enjoy it when you ride his face?)

normally when he lets you ride his face, hes fisting his cock behind you to your noises, he likes it when you ride his face mainly because he has lota of control over you

H-head (how often you give him head)

you give quaritch head alot, and you dont really complain because you love making him feel good, you usually give him head when yours too tired to have sex

J-jerk off (where he jerks off)

quaritch has no shame and will jerk off next to you, doesnt matter if youre awake or asleep, sometimes if youre awake you fist his cock to help him

K-kinks (just kinks)

quaritch has many kinks, but his favorite is degrading, he just loves dominating you, tying you up, you name it he's probably done it

P-porn (if he watches porn)

no not really since its not available on pandora, thats why he makes his own little private videos with you, he doesnt share them with anyone and keeps them to himself to use sometimes

Q-quiet (how loud you both are)

you both are no where near quiet, atleast you arent, but really no one cares, he likes it when people complain about the noise next moeming

R-rest (if he rests after it)

no, usually no unless its night or he had a rough day

S-sex drive (how horny he is)

hes always horny, trust me even when you arent soing anything intimate, if he looks your way he's immediatley horny, but when he iant hes loving and caring

T-thurst (his pace)

usually he has a very fast pace, but sometimes he goes slow in attempt to make love to you, only when hes in the mood for it though

to make up for how short this is, heres a short story ig, isk what to consider it, ita just fluff no smut

quaritch walked into your room, it was almost 1 am and you were confused as to why hes here at this time, sure you both were dating but its still weird why he'd be here

you watched him walk towards your bed and plop himself down on it laying himself next to you

"whyre you here at this time? not to be rude or anything, just a question" you said trying not to sound rude or annoyed because you really didnt mind his presence, you liked being around him

"no reason, i was just bored thought id drop in ere'" he said, sleepy voice, his sleepy voice was so goodamn hot

you saw his ears twitch, you couldnt resist how cute his ears fucking are, you crouched over to him raising your leg over his slim waist straddling him while he was asleep, he looked tired and that was confirmed when he didnt make a move to get you off him

he just moved his hand up to your thigh and soothingly rubbed his fingers across it

you laid yourself down on his chest legs still on both sides of his torso, you dropped your head next to his, he brpught his hand up to your hair playing with it slightly before you felt the movement stop

quaritch was fast asleepx he usually doesnt sleep first, seems like he had a tough day

you loved how he looked while asleep, its the most peaceful you see him, you admire his face slowly drifting to sleep after him

[pvffinsdaisies]

No one asked for it but I have very specific headcanons for how the Nordics sleep so I thought I’d share them.

ICELAND:

Iceland is debatably the heaviest sleeper of the gang, they can sleep through pretty much everything if they wanted to. They curl up into a little ball and cling onto their duvet a bit, like squish it up in their arms. So they’re maybe a little bit of a blanket hogger for that reason. Interestingly, I don’t think iceland is the type who can nap. Even if they tried they’d just never drift off. They need to be in bed to sleep. They may sometimes accidentally stay up too late but always falls asleep pretty quickly after their head hits the pillow. They need to be wearing pyjamas to sleep.

NORWAY:

Norway sleeps on his side, and his legs only bend the slightest bit, he’s not in a ball like his brother is. He goes to sleep far too late, and wakes up far too early. So he’s constantly falling asleep on the sofa. King of naps, I guess! He likes to have something to cuddle, if he’s sleeping alone, he probably has a stuffed toy to cuddle. (In nation aus it’s probably a rabbit, or maybe even a moose, in human aus it’s guaranteed to be a troll.) He’s embarrassed by this and doesn’t like ppl knowing. He doesn’t actually have many bed requirements, he probably likes a stiff mattress though! He usually sleeps in just his pyjama bottoms, unless he’s sleeping next to someone in which case he will wear a top. When he’s asleep, his face will soften into a small little smile. He prefers to have the duvet over him, but he’s not one to hog. He’s a relatively light sleeper, but he’s also adjusted to having to sleep next to loud and heavy snoring, so he’s more likely to wake up by being poked than by someone making noise.

FINLAND:

Finland could sleep anywhere and everywhere, if need be. If Finland is tired enough, they could probably find a way to sleep standing up, or on a bed full of Lego. Finland could nap, but it’s best they don’t or else they will be asleep for at least 8 hours. However, in terms of what they actually need in bed, pretty flexible. The only thing I would say is, they sleep naked simply bc they don’t care to put pyjamas on, and they’re so comfortable with nudity anyway. They don’t need a certain volume to fall asleep, or a specific temperature. Simply put, Finland just doesn’t care? They’ll fall asleep in absolutely any position, in absolutely any bed, in absolutely any climate.

SWEDEN:

Sweden is the most specific sleeper! He needs his own bed or at least something familiar to it or else he won’t be able to sleep at all! He sleeps with a weighted blanket, which is way heavier than it needs to be. But sweden finds it comforting. If he’s travelling, he’ll likely take his pillow with him- and his blanket too if he can- or else the new environment can be overwhelming and he’ll be sent into a bit of a breakdown when trying to sleep. The familiar scent helps to ground him a bit and keep him comfortable. He wears pyjamas, he has the exact same ones in different colours. But he can sleep without the pyjama top if there isn’t currently one clean. He sleeps flat on his back, but he’s incredibly tall, so it’s likely his bed was made by him himself. Hotel beds can be tricky for this reason too. He’s an incredibly loud snorer, and one’s he’s asleep nothing can wake him up. Except, he has a very strict bedtime and wake up time. He uses an alarm when he has work, but he doesn’t actually need one bc even on the weekend his body clock wakes up him at exactly the right time. Sweden doesn’t need to hold anything, but he has very specific positions where he can put his arms. He can’t sleep if it’s too hot, and if it’s too cold he’ll need a thicker duvet. At least some blankets to layer on top.

DENMARK:

Denmark is an incredibly light sleeper. From constantly flailing around is bed trying to find the exact right position, to his duvet just feeling super restrictive sometimes. It can take den hours to properly fall asleep, and sometimes he’s had to just fling the duvet off entirely and turn the heating up way warmer than he would normally have it (Denmark needs to be warm to sleep) because sleeping under his duvet can feel claustrophobic at time. He’ll usually find his comfortable position laying like a star fish on his front, at an angle, but this changes from night to night. He’s a loud snorer, once he gets going. And sometimes he’s even woken himself up from snoring too loud. Ultimately, all this makes him pretty tricky to share a bed with. He wakes up via an alarm set every day, including sometimes on the weekends. And if you wake denmark up in the middle of the night by being loud or by poking/prodding him, it’ll take him ages to find another “comfortable” position to sleep him. He frequently has aches all over his body from falling asleep in a position that wasn’t actually all that comfortable in the long run. And just like Norway, Denmark also has a tendency to fall asleep on the sofa.

[patchworkgargoyle]

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i recognise you're a hideous thing inside (steddiebang)

mouth of the wolf, eyes of the lamb (kas!eddie)

Booty (NSFW)

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And if he sometimes found himself sneaking around the gym attached to the monster hunter library while Steve–no, Harrington swung around all sorts of dangerous and spiky implements in a training regimen designed to put all his rippling muscles on very athletic display, well, Eddie told himself he was studying up. In the unlikely event that Harrington did turn on him, of course. It was the smart thing to do.

Eddie had zoned out thinking of said training when he heard car doors close outside. Snapped out of his daydream, Eddie's head twitched towards the noise, but Max said, “It’s just Steve and Robin,” so he relaxed back into the couch.

When the front door shut a little too hard, though, even the kids were suddenly wary. Steve and Robin walked in looking pale, though Steve was streaked with dirt and had a grim clench to his jaw. He hurried upstairs while Robin drifted into the living room, and taking a cue from their demeanour, Dustin got up to turn the TV off. “What happened?” he asked.

Won't tag anyone this time bc I'm tired and I'm sure everyone's already been tagged. xD (But if you see this, rebloggin' would be much appreciated!!)

[honeydew-sillies]

Gasp!! I love this concept, so many opportunities...

Not sure if you meant pre-trauma, headspace or post-trauma characters buttttt I am gonna do post because hcs are easier to come up with for that!!

☆☆☆

Ok so. First, context hcs

-I imagine out of the whole gang, younger Aubrey is actually the best at teasing while tickling (first being Mari, because of course it is.)

-As she gets older, her teasing style does change from stuff like "D'aww your smile is so cute!! Tickle tickle~" to stuff like "Not sure why you're laughing right now, I'm not doing anything." and "Oh, is this a bad spot? Does it tickle?"

-So basically from more childish to more monotone but both are deadly

-I ALSO imagine (and am most certainly NOT projecting... sarcasm.) that Sunny doesn't actually laugh when tickled. At most he will let out little huffs and noises because he is still a little ticklish, just not enough to laugh loudly

-And he's lowkey self-conscious about this because. It makes it seem like he doesn't enjoy it and he's already not great at expressing emotions so

-With Mari's help when they were younger, he eventually managed to let the gang know (both verbally and not) that he did enjoy tickling, though rough tickles do not work and moreso hurt/are uncomfy

-So aside from specific spots that can actually get soft laughs out of him (mostly neck, but also behind the knees and where his back meets his ribs), the gang discovers another way to get him to laugh: teasing.

-Can u see where I'm going w this.

-Also, Sunny is primarily lee leaning while Aubrey is primarily ler leaning (she is not a fan of physical touch from most people after. Everything and grows more accustomed from the gang as they begin to repair their bonds)

-As Sunny also got older and gets closer to everyone again, he gets a bit more comfortable being the ler

OK, PROPER HCS NOW!!

-While Kel is mainly the tickle fight instigator, Aubrey will also occasionally start them (usually to shut Kel up)

-She also almost always ends them aside from Hero....

-Out of everyone, it takes her the longest to be really affectionate with Sunny, somewhat because he is also bad at initiating

-But she picks up a habit she learned from Mari when they were younger where, when Sunny starts to space out, she'll tickle him slightly to snap him back to reality

-She also occasionally does it when he's drifting off to sleep since he already has a lot of trouble sleeping and napping during the day screws his schedule

-Normally she'll go for easy access spots like gently scribbling under his chin/his neck, which gets him to scrunch up and huff out a snicker or smthn

-But Sunny is like a walking ler mood creator you see him smile once and you're like. Holy shit do that again please

-So sometimes she will continue these quick "attacks" till Sunny is biting back a smile and he sorta glances at her like. Don't you dare

-Aubrey does dare however bc she knows his little glares mean nothing and she'll start gently scribbling around his neck or lower sides

-And if he has the energy, he'll retaliate after a bit too

-(Keep in mind they know the others worst spots by heart like almost out of habit. Just best friend things!)

-Sunny also usually goes for bad spots first bc he prefers no build up when in tickle fights and also he already gets weakened from being tickled

-So he reaches and starts squeezing just above her hips which makes Aubrey yelp and go "Shihit!" (Shes gotten better at holding back laughter as she got older and replaces it with swearing a lot....)

-It is so very rare for anyone to win a tickle fight against Aubrey, let alone Sunny. He's only got a bit of a better chance than Basil bc that boy can never win any

-But if Sunny tries hard enough he can get Aubrey laughing. This dude has slim and nimble fingers and was tickled by the best of the best (Mari) for years he had to inherit some of it

-Also after Sunny starts yknow. Properly living and whatnot he does gain a healthy amount of weight back, and has a surprising amount of strength for his size and build? Still not a lot but. It counts

-Plus the others are NEVER rough with him because they're too afraid to be and also he's not a fan

-On the off chance he does get the upper hand he really doesn't tease verbally at all, though with close friends he will eventually get more comfy doing it

-Sunny prefers sort of evilly smirking (albeit hard to see) at his lee, making very short comments like "That was cute." and "You're all red." in his monotone voice

-He'll massage Aubrey's ribs (props to her crop tops for easy access L) as she falls into both uncharacteristically girly giggles and louder deep cackles at bad spots

-She's def more comfy fully letting herself laugh around close friends

-Also tickling Aubrey is dangerous she squirms SO much you are 100% in danger of being hit at some point

-Sunny is good at dodging

-Sadly there is no way she doesn't turn the tables and wreck his ass after he tickles her for a bit

-Like this kid is not safe. Kel will walk back to his room after having to run an errand while they were over and hear Sunny's soft giggling and protests in his room and he'll just smile as he sees Sunny laying on his bed with Aubrey sitting next to him, tickling him to bits while he clings to her arms for support

-It's such a silly and heartwarming thing to observe, 1. Because watching Sunny get tickled/properly laugh and smile is always so sweet, and 2. Just. Let these kids be playful please they deserve it after everything. They deserve to be silly!! And they all love being silly together

-But yes. 90% of their tickle fights together are one sided but the tides can be turned slightly and they both have fun either way

-Extra points if you ship Sunburn/think Sunny's crush is still around because then he'd be more easily flustered by Aubrey than the others L!!!

[ahungeringknife]

365: February 1

@seventhscorpio

Oof I wrote this a while ago originally for the friendship prompt month Izzy did. This one was "drifting apart" bc I like to make myself sad :,D

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As soon as he was released from his mom’s hand Gup ran off. He wasn’t afraid. The Throne World was exactly where he was supposed to blend in. He didn’t get overly excited seeing other Hive anymore and they still gave him a confused look because he didn’t look like them. He was a Hive but not like them all spiky and pointy. But if any of them gave him a hard time his mom was keeping watch from a distance.

After wandering around a bit and asking some thrall Gup found his friend Dornuk with his tablet and friendly Ghost Sammy making some sort of notation. “What’cha doing?” he asked

Dornuk jumped and jumbled his tablet. “Xolkûn! Don’t sneak up on me.”

“I didn’t, you’re just bad at listening,” Gup said cheerfully. Dornuk scowled at him. “What are you doing?” he leaned over to see his tablet.

“Ugh. If you must know I’m doing very important work for Katharkara,” he said in a snooty way.

“Who’s that?” Gup asked.

“She’s one of Savathûn’s head witches how do you not know that?” Dornuk was annoyed.

“Because I’m just pretending to be an Acolyte,” Gup said cheerfully.

Dornuk made an annoyed noise. “Don’t remind me,” he looked away. “Personality of a lower species too.”

“Awww, you don’t mean that,” Gup said, standing next to him. “You liked it when my mom brought us both lunch.”

Dornuk said nothing for a long while. Gup was used to letting people have quiet thinking time. His uncle needed lots of both quiet and loud thinking time and his mom was the quiet thinking type too. He supposed he was also from just being around them. Uncle Leon was not the quiet thinking type and it was so annoying sometimes. “Why do you always act like that?” Dornuk asked, squinting at him.

“Act like what?”

“You’re older than me!” Dornuk cried.

Gup’s face smoothed over. “There’s no reason to yell, Dornuk,” he said and his voice was a few octaves lower than usual.

“You finally sound normal,” Dornuk huffed.

“It’s just for fun,” Gup said.

“It’s annoying,” Dornuk had his arms folded. “I don’t know why you do that.” Gup shrugged. “And you go by that ridiculous name.”

“My mom gave me that name,” Gup said. “And Xolkûn sounds so stuffy.”

“Better than Gup,” Dornuk grumbled.

“You’re such a grump.”

“It’s embarrassing telling someone I’m going to hang out with my older friend, Gup,” Dornuk complained and Gup laughed. Dornuk said it so funny every time. It was the accent from the Hidden Swarm he’d never shaken off. They said the u in his name funny. “And then you sound like that. It’s so unbecoming for someone who’s so clearly going to have an insane morph,” he said petulantly, arms still folded.

“Really?” Sammy asked, Hive Ghost shell cocking to the side as she looked at Gup.

Gup waved him off. “So Dornuk says.” They stood there quietly for a moment. “It makes Eric happy when I act like that,” he said eventually. “I’m her little guy and she likes when I act like a human kid.”

“So what? She’s a human.”

“She’s my mom. And it’s fun.”

“There’s hardly anything fun about how you act.”

Gun frowned at Dornuk. “Sorry.” Dornuk was often a bit rough around the edges but this was the first time he was outright a jerk about anything.

“Where are you going?” Dornuk asked as Gup went back the way he’d come, green eyes wide.

“Gonna go see some of my other friends who are nice to me,” Gup said, voice back up in his normal cheerful octave.

“Wha- Xolkûn,” Dornuk said but Gup just walked away.

[ddejavvu]

hello hotch after a long day just crawling into your arms bc it’s safe and warm and he’s finally home i know it’s whore hours but my mans needs some love

come celebrate 2K with me!

fine i'll take a vacation from whoresville 🤧

--

The book in your hands quickly comes second to your husband when the bedroom door creaks open, revealing his exhausted frame in the doorway.

"You're still awake," His voice is gruff and raspy, fatigue seeping into every word he mumbles, "Why'd you wait up for me?"

"It's hard to sleep alone," You set the book down on the blankets, quickly standing and meeting him in the doorway, "Plus, you're always cute and clingy when you get home."

He doesn't even try to hide his smile, only slumping forwards to rest his head on your shoulder. He groans pitifully when you try pushing him off, blinking sleepily at you as your fingers curl around his tie.

You undo the knot in a comfortable silence, the white noise from the heater filling the serene space. He peers down at you while you work, but his eyes inevitably drift back up to your face, your tongue curled up against your lip as you maneuver the knot out of the fabric.

"There," You toss the tie haphazardly into the closet, not bothering to see where it lands. You reach for his suit jacket next, his arms moving at your will as you slip the coat off of him. He's left in his button-up and slacks, staring at you fondly, the same wistful smile from earlier still tugging at his cheeks.

"What?" You finally notice his expression, your heart fluttering at the adoration welling in his eyes, "What is it?"

"Nothing," He shakes his head softly, "I just... Sometimes I feel like my job isn't good for me, y'know? I don't get any time at home, and I'm dealing with people who make it their missions to hurt everyone around them."

You've heard both of these arguments presented before, all in late night discussions, the lights off as you laid inches away from each other and philosophized. You nodded slowly, eyes caught on his as the sincerity in his gaze never faltered.

"But," His smile grows bigger against his will, brightening the dimly lit room, "If you're what I get to come home to, it's worth it."

[totiredtowrite]

Oblivious

Warnings - Reader has glasses but they're mentioned like twice so feel free to gloss over it if you don't, reader is shorter than oikawa, cursing, reader has good grades & eye bags so if you don't/didn't gloss over that too, also its mentioned that reader has long eyelashes, hate-kissing? (ig that's a thing), sorta risque slightly, not proof read

Note: Uh, self indulgent af, so some of the personality traits are definitely personalized. (Just the high marks, glasses, not being over 6' 1", eyelash thing). Havent written in a while so have this ig, the end might be rushed bc i need to put more content out smh 🤕. Do you know how long this was sitting in my drafts?

FEM ALIGNED READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), DO NOT INTERACT

the dni is getting both bigger and longer

Oikawa Tooru got jealous easily.

It's not like he won't admit it. Sure he acts whiny sometimes, maybe even childish. That doesn't negate the fact that he's extremely smart though. He understands his own feelings, and he understands that he thrives off of validation from other people. (Not like he's proud of it, but he's working on crawling out of that hole).

And as selfish or narcissistic as it may seem, he doesn't know how to handle it when attention is on someone else. Or, in this case, when he can't seem to get someones attention.

Seriously! With as much shit as he's pulled, not one reaction comes out of you. And that's saying something, as he can weasel something out of anyone.

He isn't sure just where this desire actually came from. Maybe it was the day you were elected as the student council president. Before then, he hadn't even known you existed. If he did note you, it was brief and then he forgot about it. Hell, he didn't even know you ran for president until you were elected! You sat in the middle of the class, ate in the library, and went home. Literally nothing stood out about you to him.

Around that time was when other peoples attention started drifting to you too. Where you were previously some random guy, some student, now people were talking about you all the time. All of a sudden it was all 'the new council president' and 'I talked to him once!'

Now people were saying that you were handsome. That you were 'mysterious.' He hated it. Mostly because even he was starting to see the draw in you. His tunnel vision for your focus was starting to raise some questionable desires too. He won't even deny it, fuck, he wanted to know more.

He wanted to know why you didn't eat with other people. He wanted to know why you were so focused, so diligent, with your work. He wanted to know what you thought about him. For fucks sake, he saw how attractive you were. The bags under your eyes, that tired expression, it was all taking up his head space.

That frustration manifested itself in foolish antics, and, attraction. Embarrassing fucking attraction.

Oikawa was starting to lose his mind.

Only slightly, but he still felt insane.

Waking up this morning was a chore. He jolted out of bed from yet another dream about you. Well, he couldn't see your face, but he knew it was you. He could just tell, with how your skin felt underneath his hands.

It irked him how badly he wanted to cup your face in his hands in real life. He thinks, much to his own displeasure, that you'd look cute with your face all scrunched up. An unnatural growl-like noise emitted from his throat. Iwaizumi tossed him a confused look. Matsukawa and Hanamaki continued with their inane conversation about school budgets.

"If you're thinking about (l/n)-San again," Iwaizumi sighed mid-sentence, "you can stop."

Oikawa huffed dramatically. "I wasn't."

"Yes, you were," Iwaizumi said.

Tooru furrowed his brows. In truth, thinking about you was starting to become a habit. A bad habit, sure, an addicting habit, maybe. Almost like you were a drug. An addictive, pretty drug.

And by god was it hard to quit.

"Just don't do anything stupid," Matsukawa said casually. "You wouldn't want to scare him off."

Hanamaki snickered.

"I don't even talk to him," Oikawa snarled, "And I wasn't thinking about him!"

No one said anything else, arriving to the front gates of the school. Oikawa understood why morning practice was important, he works overtime almost every day, though it always left him slightly sore.

Going about his day sore wasn't fun by any means. Still though, he can deal. Especially since today he devised a plan to get your attention now. Every other plan he had failed to another degree. He went through practically girls in the school, getting a different girlfriend every week, all in the hopes that it would impress you. Make you jealous. Almost as if to say 'Ha, they like me better than you. I bet you're jealous you don't have a girlfriend!'

No surprise, it didn't work. You just continued doing what you always did. Oikawa could get girlfriend after girlfriend, maybe even a boyfriend, and you wouldn't give a shit. He even tried to make it obvious to you, standing near your locker with whoever he was dating at the time and being all lovey with them.

Still nothing.

It was honestly getting infuriating, at this point. Perhaps you were just playing some game, toying with him back because you knew it would make him mad. Because you knew he'd break first. No, today he had a plan.

That's probably how you ended up like this, with his hand by your head and a dark glare on his face. You nervously shuffled, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

"Uh, Oikawa-san?" You looked up at him, voice soft as always. "What was this about, again?" Truly, you had no clue what he was doing or why he was doing it. All you know is that he was always being weirdly loud with his newest partners near your locker and staring at you from across the room. Your words, however, didn't seem to diffuse the situation.

His other large, pretty hand slammed by the side of your head. "Sorry?" He forced a civil looking smile at you. "Are you playing dumb with me, (l/n)?"

You shook your head so hard you thought your glasses were going to crack.

Oikawa opened his mouth to finally confront you, then stopped. What exactly was he going to say? 'I've been watching you for months and you haven't given me attention?' After he didn't respond, standing there dumbly with his mouth open for a few minutes, your nervous gaze faded. "Are you playing with me?" You asked. "Because I have to get to class."

"No, no, if anything you're playing with me." Oikawa moved his face down and closer to yours, purposely letting his cool breath fan on your lips.

You shook slightly. "I don't- what are you talking about?"

He sneered at you, only slightly. "You know. Parading around being all smart, and not giving a shit when some people try to get your attention, acting like you don't know how infuriating you are!"

You bit your lip, hyper aware of how his eyes tracked the movement. "Was I- uh, was I annoying you somehow? I'm sorry if I was," you said.

Oikawa stopped. This wasn't what he had expected? You looked genuinely worried that you had offended him somehow. Not like an evil boy who knew how to get under peoples skin. Every detail from your face, from the bags under your tired looking eyes to your weirdly long eyelashes, seemed very...innocent. Like you weren't the heinous criminal he made you out to be. (Secretly, he knew you couldn't be that bad).

All at once he was flooded with his old dreams about you and his random fantasies. You were about to say something, though only a choked squeak left your throat as he leaned down to roughly push his lips to yours.

His lips were cool, like his skin. You hardly had the chance to breath with just how aggressive he was, pushing you further back into the wall and cupping your face in his hands. A couple more surprised noises left you before you relaxed into it, deciding that this wasn't all that bad. He was a good kisser, though it's not like that was a surprise. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, basking in this new, extremely odd feeling that just washed over your stomach. It was like you were taking a test, or about to speak in front of the class. It made you feel nervous, excited.

You jolted back suddenly, breaking the kiss when you feel his tongue pushing against your lips.

Shakily, you brought a hand up to wipe off any saliva left. "Sorry," you practically squeaked out, "I'm just- I don't know you like at all! This is the first time we've actually talked and I don't think I'm ready to make out with a stranger-"

Tooru shushed you. "I probably shouldn't have kissed you like that anyways," he shuddered. He was supposed to be giving you a piece of his mind, but here he is, almost shoving his tongue down your throat. Almost shoving his tongue down the throat of some boy.

His senses further returning to him, Oikawa quickly took his hands away from your face and stepped away, masking his disappointment at no longer feeling your warmth. "Just- don't tell anyone about this!" He said pathetically, turning to bolt away into the hallway.

As the classes started to let out, you wondered if anyone could tell how swollen your lips were.

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[spencersawkward]

*concussions and confessions//spencer reid*

summary: a near-death experience encourages Spencer to admit his feelings for his best friend, even at the risk of ruining their relationship.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Spencer

content warnings: oh boy there’s a lot. i’ll start with the nonsexual ones-- choking (again, not sexual), blunt force, violence, some angst. ok time for the fun ones-- unprotected penetrative sex, masturbation, sex dream, oral (male receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie. lmk if there are more that i missed! 

word count: 5.4k

A/N: hi omg so i actually combined two requests for this bc i loved the concepts and i didn't wanna do one and not the other. i hope i do both of these justice hehe thanks for sending them! also sorry if the unsub scene sucks-- i don’t usually write that way, so i tried my best. 

request(s): omg if you need ideas for baby spence can you do a one shot where he's the girls best friend (she's not in the bau) and they are in love but neither of them admit it and he is really hurt in a case or almost dies or something traumatic and only when he gets back they confess their love... and then have sex 😏 ive been thinking about this concept alot 😌

can’t stop thinking about baby spencer (like s2-s4) & his girl best friend losing their virginity to each other... can you write a one shot on this please?

masterlist

"when are you coming back?" you ask over the line. you're lying on your bed, legs in the air while you talk to your best friend. it's been a long day for you, but a longer day for him. it's always a longer day for him. 

"you know that I don't know the answer to that question." Spencer's voice is soft as he attempts to keep quiet. he's two hours ahead and, despite the fact that you're both night owls, the person he's rooming with tonight isn't. 

"I know, but there's this Korean film festival that starts tomorrow and I was hoping you would be here to translate for me." you examine your nails while you talk. Spencer lets out a disappointed sigh. 

it's only been a few days since he left, but it's been a week since you last saw him and it feels like a long time. whenever he's not at work, you two are joined at the hip. ever since you first met a few years back at a poetry convention in DC, it feels like he's the only person who understands you. which is weird, because you couldn't be more different as individuals. 

"you should bring one of your other friends." 

"bold of you to assume I have other friends." you joke. Spencer chuckles to himself and your heart flutters. you love his laugh more than anything in the world. 

"I thought that was just me." he says. 

"oh, it is just you," you reply flatly. "I was trying to make you feel better."

you can practically feel Spencer smiling through the phone. although you tease him pretty frequently, he's sometimes able to get in his own shots. it's what makes your friendship interesting.

"hey," you add before he can say anything more. "how's the case going?" 

Spence starts to detail the whole thing, and you listen intently, the timbre and smoothness of his voice comforting you as you slip beneath the covers of your bed. you like the way he enunciates his words, his strange manner of speaking, because it lulls you to sleep. 

you know he's talking about horrible things, but something about the sound comforts you deeply. when he's not around, you're wishing you had it bottled up. 

he lays out their profile as it stands, and you fall silent. it's getting pretty late and you have to be up early for work tomorrow, so it would be a good idea to get some real rest. plus, Spencer needs to sleep, too-- even though he probably won't. 

you remember times when he'd call you at three in the morning, his mind whirring as he played chess against himself and asked if you wanted to hang out so he could teach you how. you hate chess, but of course you said yes; you'd been head over heels with him since your first conversation.

eventually, you feel yourself start to drift off. you don't even really know what he's saying; all of it blends together until you're laying there, one cheek pressed to the pillow and the receiver against the other. 

"Y/N?" he says your name abruptly and your eyes, which have been slowly drawing shut this whole time, fly open. 

"yeah?" 

"go to bed."

"what? no, I'll wait until you're done." you shift. 

"I could hear your breathing change." 

"then why didn't you just hang up?" you giggle. he goes silent for a moment and you wonder if he cut out, but then he responds. 

"I wanted to say goodnight." 

it's like a cage of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach. you wrinkle your nose as you get nervous. god, you miss him. things would be so much better if he was back. not like he'd be in your bed even if he was, though.  

"then say goodnight." you prod. he lets out an awkward little sound. 

"now I can't because you made it weird." 

"how did I make it weird?" 

"I don't know, you just did." he's so clumsy, your face heats up. you want to keep talking like this until morning.

"goodnight, Spence," the words sound reluctant, but you try to cover it up by teasing him further. "see, was that so bad?" 

"oh my god, Y/N--" he tries to sound exasperated. 

"no goodnight back?" you raise an eyebrow even though he can't see you right now.  

a lengthy silence again. "goodnight."

"that's what I thought." before he can protest, you end the call, settle into the covers. moonlight beams on the walls of your apartment, and you start to think about your best friend. about all the nights spent curled up on his couch with two bowls of popcorn, his ramblings about how much he loves his job and him asking about yours. 

he's a great listener. every time you talk, he nods along like he's hanging off every word. it's nice to feel heard that way, to have someone care. and he's fun to hang out with, too. you've met his team before and they all talk about how hard it is to get him to go out, but they don't see the same side of him that you do. 

Spencer is nerdy and cute and kind and sensitive. he makes you feel special. he's everything that you've ever wanted in a person. but it's not like it would matter, anyway. he hasn't really shown interest in any girls-- much less you. even if he did, you're scared of ruining the friendship. 

the fallout of not having him around at all... it would destroy you. and something, even if it's torturous, is better than nothing. 

which is why, as you sit there and remember being around him, your fingertips creep below the comforter. a familiar routine, they move over your stomach, until they reach the waistband of your panties. for a moment, you hesitate. it's wrong. he's your best friend. but he doesn't need to know that this is how you handle the ache he puts between your legs. 

as your index finger slides down your slit, you feel the wetness already forming. Spencer's hands, his mouth. the thought of his lips pressed to yours while he fucks you, holding your body like it's delicate. 

you don't know exactly how it would feel because you've never had sex, but you want to find out with him. he's never done it, either. you don't care; all you need is to have him inside of you, to see how he looks when he's on the edge. 

your mind wanders to the image of him parting your legs and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. the sensation of him filling you up. falling apart. 

you slide a finger inside, gasping at the way your walls tighten and your imagination runs wild. that tongue, lapping and making you squirm, your fingers twisted in his soft hair. he's so sweet; his attentiveness would make your legs shake. you want to look into his eyes while he does it. 

you add a second finger, curl them and brush over the most sensitive part. the pressure of his hips grinding into yours. your body curves up at the way you start to finger yourself, the other hand stimulating your clit. it's almost overwhelming, the way his name tumbles from your lips over and over. 

you've never wanted someone so badly in your life; he belongs in your bloodstream. the sounds he would make in your ear before finally cumming and collapsing on top of you, spent. you want to tire him out and then do it all over again. 

you're greedy on the edge, indulging in every single image of him you can conjure up, every dirty thing you'd say. finally, you feel yourself fall, the orgasm intense as you bite back groans of pleasure and work through the high. it's amazing. 

you sit there, panting, feeling your heart beat in your chest. some things can't leave your head, they're so sinful. and the worst part is that you don't regret it in the slightest. 

...

Spencer can feel his pulse practically leaping against his throat as he makes his way through the empty warehouse. he should have waited for backup; he knows he should have, but it's too late now to go back and change things. 

he clutches his gun, pointing it in front of him while his eyes flicker wildly across the space. he's moving between enormous aisles stuffed with crates, not knowing who else is around. they said the unsub brought his newest victim here-- Spencer came first because was closest to the site-- but he hears nothing aside from the uneven rhythm of his own breath. 

every step is careful. he's thinking about how close the rest of the team must be. based on their distance from the station, they should arrive within six minutes-- but that doesn't account for the time it takes to put on their bulletproof vests, to get to their cars. 

truthfully, he doesn't know if he's going to have to do this on his own. and that scares him the most. 

there's no point in worrying. he swallows the lump in his throat and presses his back to one of the crates. there's a scraping noise a ways off that causes him to freeze. because of the echoes of the warehouse, the origin is indiscernible. he doesn't breathe, eyes darting between each of the openings into the aisle. 

after a minute of pure silence, he peels himself away and turns to head back out. 

and that's when the sound of wood cracking against bone startles him; he hears it before he feels it, but it's obvious when he crumples to the floor. like knife points pressing into his brain at all angles, the shooting agony in his skull. 

he starts to clutch at his head, only to be yanked off the ground by a meaty hand and thrown against the side of a crate. 

"fucking feds." the guy is enormous. gargantuan. he keeps his arm across Reid's throat, pressing down enough to restrict his airway. but Spencer can't even concentrate on the guy's face further than its rough outlines. his vision is going in and out, fuzzy at the edges from the blow to his head. 

he definitely has a concussion. 

"I..." he trails off. the huge FBI logo on his vest is a dead giveaway. 

"all alone?" the unsub has breath like rotten fish, spits each word into his face. "I won't even need my gun." 

Spencer's head lolls to the side and he catches sight of his own weapon lying helplessly a few feet away. there's no way he could get to it in time, even if he got out of this guy's chokehold. 

he tries to think of a way to talk himself out of this; after all, their profile said he'd be more susceptible to negotiation, but that's kind of hard to do with someone's forearm slammed against your trachea. he presses harder and Spencer sees stars. his glasses hang almost off the bridge of his nose, centimeters from falling to the floor. 

he starts to realize that he's going to die, defenseless and alone, in a warehouse. at the hands of a man who kills women because his Viagra doesn't work. but this doesn't incite the kind of panic Spencer always predicted he'd feel. the lack of oxygen in his brain causes him to go delirious. 

he misses home. his mom and his old house, even though things were hard. he misses Y/N, his team members. he wishes his team was here; he should have waited for them. he should have told Y/N how he feels. now she's never going to know. 

Reid is so out of it, he doesn't even notice the pressure being relieved from his throat until he collapses on the ground. the unsub falls, too, his cheek smashed by the force of the abandoned wooden plank. 

it's hard to tell what's happening until Reid lifts his head to see Morgan standing above him, preparing to handcuff the criminal.

"kid," Spencer never thought he'd be so glad to hear his voice. "what happened?"

...

you practically crash into Spencer's apartment the next evening, flinging your body through the front door with your spare key. 

"Spence?" you call out from the entryway. everything still looks the same, but when his colleague, Penelope, called you today to tell you that Reid had gotten a concussion after a run-in with an unsub, you rushed here as soon as you could. 

"in here." he calls from his bedroom. you don't hesitate, your feet carrying you there. you've been anxious all day; he didn't call last night or even text like usual. you were on the verge of panicking when Penelope called. 

of course, you knew that was the risk with Spencer. he knew the risk, too. his life would always be in the balance when it came to the cases, but he'd gone through so many at this point, you weren't thinking about it. if you did, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. 

when you walk in, the first thing you see is Spencer laying in bed in his silk pjs. there's a stack of unread books on his bedside table. his glasses sit on top. he's just laying there with his eyes closed. 

"oh my god." you mutter, dropping your bag on the floor and walking over. he opens his eyes with a slight smile. there's a purple bruise forming across his throat, light but definitely there.  

"hi." 

"what the fuck happened?" you ask the question you've been wondering the whole way here. 

"he hit me with a plank." Spencer explains, the phrase coming out like he's still confused about it. "I'm fine, just a mild concussion and a bruise because he choked me." 

you take a second to assess if he actually means that he's okay, or if he's trying not to worry you. he stares at your expression for a second. 

"Y/N, I'm really fine." 

"you don't look fine." you gesture to the fact that he's laying in bed. 

"my body is sore, but nothing's wrong with me. I just can't look at screens or read." this last part makes him much more melancholy, it seems. you reach down and ruffle his hair playfully. 

"sounds like a nightmare." 

"it is." he cracks up. 

"I'm glad you're okay." you sigh. your heart rate has slowed to a reasonable pace now that you know he's fine. Spencer gives a ghost of a smile, and when he pats the empty spot on the bed beside him, you kick off your shoes and climb over his body to sit down. "so... did you guys get him?" 

"the unsub?" he turns his head to look at you. something is in his eyes that you can't read. "yeah, he's in custody. we saved the girl he abducted, too." 

"well, aren't you a hero?" you grin, pinching his arm. 

"ow!" he flinches. "don't hurt the patient."

"oh, so now you're injured?" you giggle softly. his smile fades a bit, gaze trailing from your face to your legs. it isn't lustful or anything, more like he's taking in your existence. it still makes your heart flutter. 

"I wasn't really a hero, anyway," he sighs. "I got knocked down before I even found her." 

"oof." you wince. 

"yeah, it's sort of embarrassing. I went in by myself and--"

"you went by yourself?" you clarify, turning to face him. of course he did. 

"yeah." he avoids your gaze. 

"Spencer, I work in a stationery shop and I know you're supposed to wait for backup." you deadpan. he snorts, staring straight ahead at the wall. his hair is flat in the back from where he's been resting it against the headboard. 

"he would have hurt her if I had waited." he explains. your heart softens a bit at this. you know Spencer has a problem with saving people; sometimes he doesn't think things through. but you know that it's only because he cares. 

you smile gently, appreciating what a beautiful person he is. you don't understand how other people don't see him how you do. your hand reaches for his suddenly, and you find yourself snuggling into his shoulder. 

Spencer doesn't usually like touch, but he welcomes this, dropping his own head to rest on top of yours while you both stare at the wall. his silence feels heavy, more than it usually does, and you wonder what he's thinking. 

"I'm really glad you're okay, Spencer." your tone is low, like it's a secret. 

"you already said that." 

"shut up." 

"you care about me." he sing-songs with a smile, and you know he means it in a friendly way, but you don't care. it brings warmth to your cheeks. 

"whatever. you care about me, too." 

he lets out a slight chuckle. "when I started to black out, I thought of you." 

your heart leaps, even though the reason is pretty dark. "oh, yeah?"

"mhmm." he hums. 

"nobody's ever told me that they thought of me in their last moments of life before." you tease. there are so many things you'd like to say, but know you can't. he smells like himself and coffee beans, his skin warm beneath the silk of his pajamas. 

"I'd hope not."

"anything in particular?" you wonder aloud. 

"what?" you feel him tense beneath you, and that's how you know there's something he's not telling you. 

"were you thinking about anything in particular?" 

"someone's full of themselves." he jokes. you smack his arm.  

"humor me." more than anything, you want to hear his thoughts. you know you're reaching, but you don't care. 

"just..." he pauses, the next words coming out almost too quietly to hear. "things I never got to say to you." 

"like?" now you're intrigued. 

"no way." he laughs and you groan, turning and realizing that you've both sunk deeper onto the bed and are now practically lying down. 

"c'mon," you prod. you've flipped onto your side while you watch him, his eyes directed at the ceiling. "what if you'd actually died?" 

Spencer gives you a look, and you wish you could snap a picture of his face. the gentle features, the warmth in his eyes. he stares at you differently than before, and it makes your stomach flip again. "I, um." 

you start to trace your index absently down his forearm, where his sleeve has incidentally gotten rolled up. his skin is soft. you know that this isn't a friendly thing to do, but something inside you craves his touch right now. you almost lost him; you can't imagine how horrible that would be. 

"I wanted to say that I--" he gulps, muscles in his shoulder tight beneath your cheek. "well, I care about you, and I... I really love you." 

it's not the first time he's said it, obviously in a platonic sense. what affects you is that he's acting like it's a big deal. 

"I love you too, Spence." you smile softly. his chest rises and falls faster, his face tensed. 

"no, I mean--" he turns onto his side, using the action to distract from his own nervousness. he holds your gaze and you forget how to breathe as he speaks. every syllable is serious, but you note his fingers fidgeting at his side. "I'm in love with you." 

it's like all the air in the room has been sucked out. you swallow, unsure of how to react at first. you don't believe what you're hearing, simply because it doesn't make sense. you've been friends for a while, now, but Spencer has never made a move to ask you out or acted like he wanted anything more. 

your heart swells. 

"you're in love with me?" the words even feel surreal on your tongue. he takes it as rejection.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." Spencer rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, his expression turning to a cringe. he's about to sit up to hide the red in his cheeks, but you pull him back down by the shoulder. 

"not so fast, crazy boy." the corners of your mouth are turning up into a grin. you can't help it; every nerve in your body is alive. Spencer loves you. he feels the same way. 

when he sinks back down onto the mattress and sighs, preparing to say something that rescinds the statement to erase any awkwardness, you grab his face and turn it to yours. you don't kiss him, only force him to look. 

"I'm in love with you, too." 

his eyebrows fly up in surprise. "r-really?"

"yes." you nod. 

he takes a second to process this. you see about five different expressions pass over his face, each one reminding you of how earnest he is. and it's absolutely adorable. 

"well, that's good, isn't it?" he clarifies. you pretend to think on it. 

"I'd say so, yeah." 

he smiles. a genuine, rare one that makes your veins feel as if they're full of glitter. you're on Cloud 9. 

"can I kiss you?" you ask him quietly. he seems surprised at this, too, like he never thought you'd want that, but then nods eagerly. 

you close the gap between you on the bed, holding his jaw in one hand while the other rests on his forearm. your lips meet softly at first. he's cautious, scared of pushing you away. he hasn't kissed many people before. but he's good at it, letting you take the lead. 

there's no way to adequately describe kissing Spencer. every bone in your body turns to mush, immediately craving more contact. you slide your tongue across his full bottom lip, and he lets you in. his affection is the most loved you've ever felt. because sure, you haven't had sex, but you've kissed people before. 

never like this. 

one of his hands goes up to wrap around your forearm tenderly before he shifts to lie on his side. you wrap around each other, turning the kiss into a full-body embrace as you breathe in. you want more. your leg swings over his torso so you can pull yourself closer, and he groans into your mouth when your pelvis presses against his. 

the kiss gets more heated, his hands carefully but hungrily traveling down the curve of your waist. you flip so that you're straddling him without breaking any contact. 

you don't really think about the way your hips begin to rock against his, your pussy involuntarily working for friction. there are so many happy chemicals in your brain right now, you giggle against his mouth when his body bucks up into yours. he groans. 

"Y/N..." he breathes softly. his hands move from your waist to your thighs, afraid to dig his fingertips in. 

"what?" you sigh, licking over his bottom lip again. he moans at the way you keep grinding on his erection. 

"I wanna--" his eyelashes flutter when he gasps. "I wanna touch you." 

"do it." your palm is resting tenderly against his cheek. he responds by finally holding you down, sliding his body up a bit to grind against your center. you whine. "touch whatever you want, Spencer." 

his cock twitches in his pants and you push the hem of his shirt up while he uses one hand to massage your tits. the voracious, curious nature of his attention makes you sigh, touching his stomach. he feels perfect beneath you. 

soon you're grabbing at each other without any regard for grace. he's so horny, he's pawing at whatever he can while you do the same to him. the kissing gives way to straight panting while you look at each other. 

"can I suck your dick?" you whisper. Spencer's eyes widen. you've never seen him nod so fast. 

you press your mouth to his one more time before inching down his body, sucking on his clavicle, then his stomach. careful to avoid the purple marks on his neck. he watches you intently, memorizing the details of this moment for later. when you reach the waistband of his pants, you peek up. he strains against the material. 

your mouth drops open and you draw your tongue over the clothed bulge, maintaining eye contact. Spencer throws his head back. his voice is high. "oh my god, oh my god." 

you smirk, licking it again. he clenches his jaw. "I'm gonna c-cum if you don't--" he tries for words, but he's mewling and moving against your mouth. you pull at his pants, hooking your fingers in his boxers and bringing them down, too. 

Spencer bucks into the air when his cock hits his stomach. it's big, precum leaking helplessly out of the tip while he whines. you want him now. 

"wow." you smile. he stares at you, tensing his stomach as you wrap your hand around his length. he's trying to keep quiet, but as soon as you spit on it and start to pump him, his head falls back into the pillow. 

you draw your tongue up the underside, paying special attention to the veins, reveling in his reactions. he looks like he's ascending to heaven when you start to suck on the first couple inches.  

"o-oh, fuck..." he keeps moving his hips off the bed for more, so you sink down further onto him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning. "Y/N..." 

you groan in response, feeling yourself get wetter with every sound he makes. you can't believe this is happening, the way he threads his fingers loosely through your hair in an attempt to touch more of you.

he tries to keep his eyes open while you suck, but they squint with pleasure. he's a mess for you, shuddering gently when you take nearly all of him into your mouth. 

before he can cum, you pull your mouth off of him with a satisfying pop. Spencer moans. 

"was that okay?" you ask carefully. this is the extent of your sexual experience, and you want to do more with him, but you aren't sure how he feels. your best friend stares back at you like you've turned his world upside down. 

"y-yeah," he replies. his face is flushed. "definitely okay."

he's throbbing, occasionally twitching against his stomach as he waits for more stimulation. you eye him carefully. 

"what do you feel comfortable doing?" your voice is smooth. "we can stop now, if you'd like." 

"I--" he chokes on the word. "I don't wanna stop." 

"do you want to have sex?" you ask. Spencer bites his lip, whines. 

"mhmm." 

"I wanna do that, too," you breathe out, straightening up and pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, before getting to work on your shorts. you know you're practically dripping. he's been more vocal, but you feel like you're going to implode from the desire. "but I need to tell you something." 

"what?" he tugs your arm, coaxing you back to him and touching you greedily. you giggle as you kick your shorts and panties off somewhere in the room. both of you move like awkward teenagers. 

"I'm a virgin." you say. 

Spencer frowns. "really?" 

"yeah," you lick your lips. "so you need to be careful." 

"o-of course." he blushes, getting nervous again. "you know I'm a virgin too, right?"

"I know." you smile. he returns it sweetly, and the commotion of your bodies slows for a moment. you're so happy, you could cry. 

"what?" he breaks the comfortable silence. 

"I'm excited," you shrug. he's got his hands on your waist, rubbing his fingertips over your skin. then you remember something. "wait, are you allowed to have sex with your... injury?" 

"it's fine." he reaches up and kisses your throat with an urgency. 

"did the doctor say that?" your eyes roll while he sucks on your neck. he groans and pulls down on your waist so that your stomach presses against his cock. he ruts. 

"second opinion from me." he pants. you tap his cheek playfully, move up his body until your core brushes him. he whimpers when you reach between your bodies and grip his length in your hands. 

"you ready?" your voice is low. Spencer squeezes your thighs, eyes moving between your tits and your face. 

"yes." he sighs. you position it, slicking him in your pussy while he wraps an arm around your waist and moans for more. your chests are pressed together, looking into each other's eyes while you slide him into you. 

you have to go slow, the intrusion causing your jaw to drop. you don't breathe. he's got his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  

"Spencer." you whimper, dropping your head onto his chest when he's fully inside of you. his fingers rub patiently over your back. 

"are you okay?" his voice is laced with a moan, trying to resist thrusting. 

"yeah, just a second." you wiggle a little bit to test the boundaries. it hurts, but it also feels good. your clit is begging for more pressure, so you start to roll your hips. Reid moans loudly. 

"Y/N..." he whimpers. "don't stop." 

"you want more?" the need in his voice makes you hornier, and you increase the pace, despite the slight pain. you're so wet, he slides in and out without much effort. 

"so-- much more." he's gasping, hands on your thighs as he watches your naked body writhe on top of him. he's never been more aroused in his life, spurred on by your scent and form and the tightness that keeps clenching around his cock.

he understands why people love sex so much, now. he wants it every day, wants to fuck you in every position and pleasure you. the sounds you release in his ear, whines and praises, he would do anything for more. walk to the ends of the earth to feel you cum on his cock. 

his hand finds your ass, squeezes it. 

"this feel good, Spence? fucking your best friend?" you talk dirty and he twitches. you're always so sweet, the words coming out of your mouth for him are going to send the genius into a tailspin. 

"mhmm," he holds you down so that he can thrust up. speaking at all is a struggle with the way he's feeling. "perfect." 

you start to say something else, but he hits a certain angle and you let out a quiet yelp, hips jumping at the pleasure. "I'm gonna cum." 

Spencer gets a rush of relief because it's taking everything in him right now not to absolutely lose it inside your pussy. he's hanging on by a thread. "me, too." 

you use your position on top to stimulate yourself. both of you chase your orgasms roughly, the rhythm you created degenerating into clawing excitement. 

"cum inside me, Spencer." you beg him. it sounds like you would do anything to feel it, that sensation that you've never experience but have always imagined. and Spencer, his own head foggy with ecstasy, nods and opens his mouth to let out a loud groan. 

"Y/N, fuck fuck fuck-- I'm--" he shoots his load inside of you, rutting wildly and letting his head drop onto the pillow while he pants. you can feel it. strange, lovely jolts of his seed spreading. your hands, which have been resting on his shoulders, tighten and you reach your climax. you flutter around him, both of you still moving to ease the intensity of the high. 

it's remarkable. you're crying out, having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. you never thought your first time would be like this. but you're glad it is, muscles tightening and releasing with the mixture of emotions. 

you collapse fully, him still inside. 

neither of you speaks. his heartbeat thuds against your ear, and you hold onto him like letting go would be the end of the world. you can't believe you could have lost him. you don't want to think about it. 

"sorry I came so fast." Spencer apologizes breathlessly. you can feel his cum dripping down your entrance when he slides out. 

"I don't care." you mumble. both of you stay there for a while, his heartbeat changing to a pace that reminds you of genuine excitement. like a hummingbird. 

"we can try again, sometime." he offers. you lift your head to rest your chin on his chest. his skin is flushed, pupils dilated, hair messy. such a pretty boy. 

"we should try multiple times." 

he gives you a cheerful smile, and everything starts to fall into place. you took each other's virginity. "Y/N?" 

he likes to say your name, and you love to hear it. "yes?" 

"are we dating?" the bluntness of the question makes you giggle. you don't hesitate. 

"yeah." 

“good.”

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[misschifuyu]

I just finished the manga a few days ago and future Hanma is so.... wow😀 Can request nsfw for him pls?😔 Thank you ^^❤️

- please skskdk we got a few hanma lovers up in here fr ♡ and, ofc, here are some hcs for this tall ass man

General n/sfw headcanons with Hanma

characters: hanma shuji + fem! reader

genre: n/sfw

warnings: explicit content + language, degrading names, size kink, all in all rough bc this mf would be tbh-

let's get one thing straight, right off the bat this guy is 192cm...if that doesn't scream size kink then I really don't know what does

but we shall get into that a little later. to start off, this man will never be subtle about being needy when he's around you. be it squeezes to your ass or simply being extra touchy, you will know

sometimes he will even just straight up come out with it

"babe...I got a problem over here, 'was wondering if you could take care of it with those pretty little hands of yours"

he wouldn't just say these kinds of things when you were alone though. he couldn't care less if kisaki happened to hear his comment on how he wanted to blow your back out whilst the three of you were out spending time together

when he finally gets you somewhere where only he alone can see your most vulnerable state, you better prepare yourself

this guy can get rough. the fact of the matter is that he doesn't know how much strength he's got, compared to your smaller form, and unless you openly tell him to bring down the force, he will simply continue

he's also impatient. whilst the two of you are making out, he won't hesitate to snake one of his hands down between your legs

and if you happen to react, expect his other hand to wrap his fingers around your neck, pulling you away for a split second

"who the hell said you could make that any noise? we haven't even started and yet here you are, practically on your knees already"

your neck will always be littered by marks after he was done with you. he has a habit of surprising you with sudden, harsh bites to the soft skin just below your skin

all the while, the hand that had been on your neck will be holding you down by your arm, so don't think you'll be getting out of there any time soon

he absolutely loves pulling reactions out of you whenever he traces your clothed body, riling you up before he even discarded your top.

it brings him much joy to see how much you were at his mercy, all small and fragile before him

now, he loves you very much, but as soon as clothes have been discarded, he will usually expect a quick blowjob. of course, if you weren't in the mood, he'll simply brush it off and focus on you instead

he just adores how you look below him, on your knees, as you try to take him all in

he's not small, to put it simply, so you'd always have to use your hands to make up for what wouldn't fit in your mouth

hanma would always run his hands through your hair whilst you did so, and this is where the praising nicknames would start

"look at you, you're doing so well...who would've thought you were such a slut for my dick"

most of the time he'd push your head down further, without a single apology, when he was nearing his orgasm.

it was amusing to him to see you gagging around him, but don't worry, he knows how to make it up to you

and very well

he's a tease when it came to prepping you up for him - you're going to need it, believe me - and he will take his sweet time with you

markings would appear on the inner side of your thighs as he tried to get you to beg for his touch.

the sight was wonderful and, truthfully, he could spend the rest of his life between your legs

when he'd get a tug from his hair from your behalf, after some time enjoying himself, he would cave in, causing an inevitable squeal to escape your lips

he's good. like, surprisingly good at pleasuring you.

he'd always try and hold your stare as he swiped his tongue over you, holding your every twitch and movement back with his hands

one would grab onto your thigh, whilst the other would frequently drift to lay atop your stomach, to be able to hold you down

fumble around with his hair he won't hesitate to bring his fingers to you, stretching you out as he focused on your sensitive bud

two or three orgasms whilst being between your thighs was enough for him to deem you ready enough

he wouldn't waste much time in pushing himself into you, despite the panting mess you were in and your pleas over how you were still sensitive

grabbing ahold of your hips, he'd slip in with ease, thanks to your previous orgasms. however, his size would always bring you to suck in a breath of air, no matter the times you have slept with him

he'd always manage to fill you up to the brim, and it would take you a few seconds to adjust, during which he'd bring his face close to yours, a teasing smirk on his lips

"just a moment ago you were asking for this...not backing out of it now, are we?"

you'd have to use all your strength just to shake your head at his question

"take it all then"

he loves to see your body move against whatever surface you were on with each and every one of his thrusts

the way you would twitch and grab hold of him as though your life depended on it would just incite him to go even deeper - if that were even possible

he can pretty much live up to the ‘rearrange your guts’ saying, because, by god, you could practically feel him in your stomach

the fact that you’re smaller than him will simply turn him on even more, especially if he’s able to see a bulge each time he goes in

his dirty talk won’t falter though, however close he is to reaching his own high

“so pretty taking all of my cock, huh...you never get tired of it, now do you?”

to be frank, he never expects an answer, because by that point you were long gone, mind clouded over with pleasure and the feeling of him inside you

you really boost his ego anytime the two of you would have sex, from the praises to the state he’d leave you in afterwards

your legs would be almost numb after the countless rounds he’s able to go for, and he’d always find your struggled walk hilarious

by the time he’s finished, he will notice just how rough he’s gone on you, and will always pamper you in any way he can think of

a shower, bath, simply rubbing your poor legs...you could ask him for anything and he’d deliver

all for the hopes of getting you back on his dick and telling him how good he felt, of course

and because he loves you more than anything

you’re his little slut and you’d best know that