#with how difficult things are i'm unsure of how i want to spend it

[undyingmedium]

Also this is our month, we autumn babies

[songforeddiemunson]

Into the Woods

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (description vague apart from AFAB)

Summary: Eddie and Reader engage in some camping shenanigans.

Warnings/Tropes: Established relationship, smut, fluff, crimes against tents. Just a silly little smutty cute thing.

WC: 1550

Note: I'm sorry, I know I should be working on my series (and I am! albeit sloooowly), but I just couldn't stop thinking about this scenario. Labor Day is coming up and I've got nature on the brain. Enjoy!

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The weather forecast for Labor Day weekend looked wonderful, so you decided you were going to drag your boyfriend to the mountains to go camping. Eddie hadn't gone camping since he was little, so when you suggested it, he looked at you as if you had just turned purple.

“Why would I want to sleep outside on purpose?” he said. “I used to have to do it after I got kicked out of the house and I’d rather not repeat the experience.” He finished with a soft chuckle; his usual deflective technique when referring to his difficult past.

“Yes, but this is different…” you countered. “The sun and fresh air and scent of nature, ah, it’s wonderful. It’s good for the soul and might help your peace of mind.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Ok look,” you sighed. “If we go, I’ll pick a really secluded spot and we can spend the majority of the time mostly naked.”

“And what time will we be hitting the road?” he replied amenably, and you burst out laughing.

You could feel the stress flowing out of your body the moment you left the city limits, and the long highway flanked by trees beckoned you deeper and deeper into the wilderness.

You were not destined for some family campground full of screaming children with quiet hours after 10pm; you wouldn't dream of it. You wanted true seclusion, and no meddling eyes unless they belonged to some sort of forest fauna.

You drove deep into the preserve down a bumpy dirt road until you reached a secluded lake shore, and the late afternoon sun glinted tantalizingly off the water. You couldn't mask your happiness as you stepped out of the truck. Eddie only looked around, unsure of how to feel about his surroundings.

You chose a flat, shady spot to set up the tent, and twenty minutes later you stepped back to admire your work.  "Not bad,“ you said appraisingly.

“Have you done this before?” Eddie asked.

"Yes, but it’s been ages. I’ve been dying to get back out here.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you inhaled the sweetness of the air.

Eddie nudged your arm and you looked over at him. He waggled his eyebrows at you. “Ready to break it in?”

You laughed. “Seriously dude? Fine, fine, we did have a bargain,” you admitted, and the two of you stumbled into the tent whilst clumsily pulling your clothes off.  

After you finished undressing– which you had to do on your knees because the tent ceiling was so low– you collapsed onto the sleeping bags in a tangled heap.  You began to kiss each other fervently as Eddie hummed softly in a low pitch; obviously he was quite aroused. He trailed his fingertips lightly up the side of your rib cage en route to your bosom, making you giggle. The other hand took a more southerly route.

"I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured into your ear, as he stroked and teased.  

"Then what are you waiting for, Munson?” you replied breathlessly.

Eddie raised himself on his knees and tugged the zipper of the tent door closed, sealing you inside.

"I don't think that was necessary," you laughed.

"I don't want a bear to see my ass bobbing up and down and mistake me for something to eat," Eddie said, making you laugh harder.

"You do have quite the peach," you said. "Very edible."

"Why thank you," he said, as he lowered himself back down between your legs and kissed you deeply. He positioned himself at your entrance, and after a subtle coo of consent from you, he sank inside fully and ground his hips in a circular motion.

You keened at the sensation, and Eddie began to pump; gradually picking up speed and force as he went.  He alternated shallow thrusts with deep ones, using his hips to pull the most delightful sounds out of you. His pelvis slapped against your ass and thighs audibly, and before long you were thankful that you were in a secluded space; the soccer moms at the KOA would not be amused by your cries.

You rode out one intense climax as Eddie fucked you, and your second was rapidly approaching.

When you were in bed back at home, you had a habit of reaching back and grabbing a bar from the headboard during moments of intense pleasure, and you instinctively reached up to do the same as you succumbed to orgasm number two.

Unfortunately, you were in a tent and not a bed, and the headboard was really a bar holding the tent up. When you arched your back, cried out, and reached back to grab it, the entire tent collapsed on top of you. Your cries dissolved to giggles, and Eddie breathlessly cried, "Ah fuck!”  

"Oh my god!" you screeched with shock and hilarity, but Eddie didn’t stop thrusting. You couldn't tell if his grunts now were from frustration or pleasure-- probably a bit of both, but he was determined to finish, despite your current situation. It didn't help that every thrust now swished with the sound of nylon fabric that enveloped you, but it wasn't long before his thrusts faltered, and he moaned as he painted your walls with his completion.

When he was finished, the two of you lay there panting, covered with the collapsed tent in a heap. Eddie started to chuckle, which progressed to full-blown laughter.  The two of you laughed together for several moments before he slid out of you and tried to raise himself to his knees.  "Shit!  Fucking tent,“ he laughed, and the sight of him trying to struggle free of the nylon made you laugh even harder.  "Oh quit your laughing,” he scolded jokingly, “are you going to lay there or help?”

You managed to disentangle yourselves from the tent and stood naked looking at the mess. “Oh for crying out loud, let’s do this again,” you laughed, and the two of you set about the process of putting the tent back up.  Fortunately it was a warm day, and your nakedness didn’t present a problem.

“Fancy a dip in the lake?” Eddie asked when you were finished with your task.

“Eddie, no. You’re crazy. That lake will be cold as shit.”

“But it’s so warm out! C'mon, how bad can it be,” he pleaded. It was true; the day was quite warm for September in the wilderness, and you were a little sweaty from your recent exertions. You knew better though. A warm day in the mountains did not mean the water was a pleasant temperature.

You gestured to the lake. “See for yourself.”

“Very well, I will. You can watch and miss out on the fun.”

You laughed.  "Oh I’ll have fun watching all right. By all means proceed, daring one.“

He did precisely that. In the absence of a dock to jump from, he settled for running toward the water at full-tilt.  He plunged in; feet splashing in the shallow water at first, then slowed as the water reached his torso.  He pushed slowly onward for a couple of steps before stopping. The water had reached his chest, and he slowly revolved to face you.  His face was slack with shock, his eyes bulging.  "Juh-jesus,” he stammered. “Jesus fuck! This water is fuh-fuh-FREEZING!”

“I told you that,” you said calmly.  

Eddie frantically splashed his way back to shore, and he stood before you; naked, dripping, and covered in goosebumps.  "G-g-g-god damn,“ he said, teeth chattering. He wrapped his arms around himself for warmth.  "You weren’t joking!”

“Of course not,” you said resignedly. “The air may be warm, but that water was probably sixty degrees at best.”  You went back to the tent and retrieved a blanket.  "This will do,“ you said, as you wrapped him in the blanket. You threw on a T-shirt and shorts, and began to gather wood and twigs with which to start a fire.

"You’re never going to let me live this down, are you,” Eddie asked as you busied yourself with getting the fire started.  You laughed. He looked like a gnome all huddled up under his blanket by the fire. Adorable.

“Definitely not. You should see yourself. Lucky for you you were only in the water for a minute. Nevertheless, you should sit by the fire for a bit.”

Eddie's shivering began to taper off as warmed himself.  He looked at the lake whimsically.  "But the water is so inviting,“ he pouted.

"I know,” you said. “But much in the way a venus fly trap is irresistible to flies, that shit will kill you.  Camping in the wilderness is fun, but you need to keep your wits about you. These are just the things you learn.”

“Consider myself taught,” Eddie said.

The sun was beginning to sink below the trees by the time Eddie was dry and dressed in dry clothes. The timing couldn’t have been better; as the sun dipped lower, the temperature began to drop as well.  You lit a couple of lanterns and retrieved a bundle of food from your pack.

After finishing your snack, you walked back down to the water.  You watched the spectacular sunset as you sat between Eddie’s legs with your back against his chest.  He wrapped his arms around you, and you sighed contentedly at the perfection of this moment.

“Wow, it really did get chilly,” Eddie said, rubbing your arms with his hands.

“Like I’ve said–”

“I know, I know,” he laughed. “Things are different out here.”

You smiled. "Did you have a good day though?“

"Sweetheart, I’ve been taken to the middle of nowhere, had a tent fall on me, nearly froze to death, and I need to hide my food in a tree to prevent bears from coming to eat me.”

“I’m sorry, we don’t have to do it again,” you said, dejected, as you turned your face away.

“Silly girl,” he said, and turned your face upward so he could kiss your lips.  "I’m having the time of my life.“

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[walkingstackofbooks]

A 9-year-old Julian Bashir who has had nightmares about evil doctors in an alien hospital for as long as he can remember. He doesn't tell his parents though because "he's a big boy now" and nightmares are for little kids, so he knows he should deal with them alone. And even if he'd like a hug sometimes, his mum only gives him hugs for doing well, not for doing badly, so he figures there's no point bothering her

A 15-year-old Julian Bashir who realises that the nightmares he used to have were based on the apparently very real alien hospital his parents had taken him to as a kid, and spends hours trying to figure out what were real memories and what his mind had made up over the years as he slept. The nightmares come back with an intensity, but they're nothing compared with how he's feeling when he's awake, and pretty soon they become a normal background noise of his life.

A 19-year-old Julian Bashir who's finally been moved into a solitary room after his third roommate in as many weeks complained about the almost-nightly screams. His advisor asks if he wants to speak to anyone: he claims they're just night terrors and he doesn't actually remember them. Besides, even if he could talk about what was in them, he probably wouldn't, because he's fine - he's used to them by now.

A 24-year-old Julian Bashir who gets woken from his nightmares by warm hands and gentle kisses, and learns what is like to be soothed back to sleep by the soft voice of Palis Delon

A 32-year-old Julian Bashir who has a different nightmare every night. The last year's been difficult. But then, it's been difficult for everyone, and he knows he's far from the only one to be suffering from nightmares at the moment.

A 34-year-old Julian Bashir who can't stop dreaming about the torture he went through four weeks ago, who's missing Ezri and who Miles is increasingly concerned about. When the O'Briens offer him their spare room for a while, he warns them multiple times about his nightmares, and is pathetically grateful when that doesn't change their minds. "We have nightmares too, Julian," says Keiko. "We can cope with yours."

A 34-year-old Julian Bashir who is confused when, three days later, Miles remarks, "You are having a bad run of those nightmares, aren't you?"

"They've been better than usual, actually," he replies awkwardly. "It's been really nice being able to go back to sleep afterwards, for once -- you and Keiko have been so generous in coming and checking on me."

"Course we're gonna come and check on you," says Miles gruffly. "You woke up terrified. We're not letting you do that alone."

"I'd be fine, Miles," Julian reassures. "I'm hardly going to expect one of you to come in every night."

Miles pauses. "...How long are you expecting to have them 'every night' for?" he asks, with some concern. "I mean, after a thing like this, how long does it usually take them to settle down?"

Julian stares at Miles. "I... have nightmares, Miles," he replies, frowning. "Just like you. Nightmares happen every night."

"No, they don't," says Miles, equally confused. "Don't get me wrong, they can do: after something big then sure, they're like that for a few weeks - a couple of months, even. But eventually they fall down to once, twice a week..."

Julian is looking at Miles incredulously. "That might be how it works for you," he says. "I guess my brain's different to yours. Mine don't stop, they just... mix. Change. Get confused with one another, eventually. I've had more dreams about being genetically modified by Sloan in the Dominion camp than I care to remember, you know?"

Miles' concern has turned into abject dismay. "You're saying you've had nightmares every single night since the Dominion took you?" he exclaims.

"Well, maybe not every single night!" retorts Julian, a little unsure what Miles is getting so het up about. "I do have some days when I don't... But yeah, pretty much. I've had nightmares most nights since I was fifteen, it's just how my brain processes stuff."

"Fifteen?"

...

A 34-year-old Julian who finds out that having nightmares every night for two decades is, apparently, "not normal" and something he should be seeking help for.

If Ezri comes back alive, he supposes he might take it up with her.

[halfwayhearted]

…What Are We? — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Four months into your guys’ relationship, the realization that you’re not a priority is hitting you harder than you expected. You decide it’s time to talk to him about it.

Word Count: 690+

Disclaimer/s — Angst… angst… angst…

A/N: OHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH.

Things between you and Gavi were going… okay.

Okay, because it wasn’t going badly per se, but it definitely wasn’t going, well, good. With him slowly getting back into training and practice, you wouldn’t be able to see him as much, which was fine. He was happy, and you were happy for him.

Though, with that, confirmed one of your doubts: that he would start treating you like you weren’t there. He would simply wake up, eat, get ready, and then leave for hours and hours, only to come back and do nothing but shower and go to sleep.

He just couldn’t bother making any time for you.

And at first, you understood. This was quite literally his passion—something he loved and was finally able to get back into after such a difficult journey. He deserved this. You knew he did.

But after a couple of weeks of silent, empty days and painfully lonely nights, missing the comforting warmth of your boyfriend’s presence, you realized you just couldn’t bear it anymore.

Fortunately, you had managed to secure at least thirty minutes with him, your back turned to him as you prepared a quick and easy breakfast.

Do you just… go for it?

Yes!

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend? It’s been a while since our last dinner date.” The question was met with only silence.

Looking over your shoulder, you felt your smile slowly fade when you saw he was packing up his bag, paying zero attention to you. The usual. You just wanted one weekend with him, to solidify that your relationship would be fine, that this wouldn’t actually break something so, so good.

“Gavi?” You uttered with a frown, taking out a plate and carefully placing the food from the pan onto it. No answer, yet again. “Hey, Pablo, I'm—”

Lifting his head, his gaze falls onto the plate in your hand. He takes a few strides toward you and gently grabs hold of it. “Looks good, thank you.”

Your heart drops. “Did you, uh, hear what I said?”

“This weekend,” he states, “I’ll be busy, I’m sorry.”

Busy. He’ll be busy, of course. Wringing your hands together nervously, you say, “It’s just one night. I thought practice ended early then.”

The man runs a hand through his tousled hair. “It usually depends. Maybe another time, yeah?”

“Right, yeah. Well, that’s what you said last time.” You hadn’t meant to say that. The way he stiffens tells you all you need to know. “I just—I… feel like we aren’t spending a lot of time together lately.”

All he does is stare at you, unsure of what to do or say. You were clearly disappointed. Not in him. He knew that. Just in how things have been. “I know, and I’m sorry. But practice is going really well for me, and I might even have a chance to play soon.”

“I’m happy for you,” you quickly replied. “I am, I promise. I love that you’re finally able to do what you love again. I just don’t want it to ruin this. What we have, you know? I mean, four months, I don’t want that to just, I don’t know, be gone.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “Well, me neither. Listen, I just don’t have time, okay? It’s not you.”

“Why is it so hard to make time? I miss you.” Your voice breaking with defeat. Keep it together.

He breathes out your name and slings his bag over his shoulder, like he couldn’t be bothered to actually stand there and communicate with you. “It’s just hard, that’s it. It’s hard balancing this. I have to go, but we can talk about this later.”

If your heart hadn’t dropped before, it certainly did now. After saying that, he placed a small kiss to your cheek before exiting your apartment.

His breakfast still sat on the table, untouched and now cold, a silent testament to his absence.

You knew ‘later’ wouldn’t come. This was a habit.

There was nothing else you could do about it now. You let out a sigh and slumped into a chair.

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[daveth-isnt-dead]

Tentatively

Summary:

You don’t want to tell him the truth, that most of your friends have grown up and don’t talk to you anymore, that while you love your family it’s too difficult to find time to travel and see them, that you are incredibly lonely.

Contains: Fem Reader, Death Mention (but only as much as you would expect given the source material) Word Count: 2,235 Read on AO3

You still feel strange a few hours after leaving the chatroom. Grim, who despite all evidence to the contrary, is actually the Grim Reaper, left pretty abruptly after telling you there is something incredibly wrong with your soul and you are unsure if you should be concerned or offended about the whole thing. 

After a disappointing meal of microwaved leftovers and an attempt at enjoying a relaxing bath despite your apartment’s abysmal water temperature, you find yourself laying back on your bed and staring up at the all too uninteresting ceiling as you wait for your hair to dry. The window above your desk is open and the cool breeze is pleasant, but you’re already getting the sense that you will have trouble getting to sleep tonight, despite Grim’s uncharacteristic insistence that you get some rest after today. 

There’s something so lonely about these summer nights, lonely enough that you find yourself scrolling through your contacts list, looking for someone ( anyone ) to talk to. Calling your parents this late will only make them worry, and all of your friends from uni have much better sleep schedules than you do and will already be out cold. You toss your phone onto the vacant pillow beside you and let out a sigh, that really only leaves one option. 

Hoisting yourself from the bed, you walk over to the desk and grab your laptop. Quickly tapping open the chatroom app and turning off your camera before hitting the call button. You push your lamp and pot-plant out of the way to leave room for the laptop on your bedside table and lay back down as you wait for an answer. 

You spend the first seven rings worrying that he won't pick up, by the eighth you are proven wrong.

“I thought I already told you to go to sleep.” He says in lieu of a greeting. 

All the lethargic energy in the room suddenly dissipates, and your mouth tugs up in a smile, “Hello to you too”

“I was being serious.”

“Yeah, but you aren’t my boss.” He huffs, “I am your reaper.” “Oh?” You reply, smirking to yourself, “ My reaper, are you? Just mine?” “No! I- I’m just assigned to you. That does not mean-”

You laugh, “Sorry, sorry. I’m just teasing, thank you for picking up, I mean it.” It’s quiet, but you swear that you hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the call, “I- well, I just wanted to be certain that you were not suffering any side effects from the soul connection.” He clears his throat, “You…aren’t…are you?”

“I’m having trouble sleeping, but I don’t think I can blame that on you. I suppose I feel a little jittery? But that makes sense given my emotional state right now.” “What is it?” “What’s what?” “Your uh- your emotional state.”

“Oh.” You say, feeling your heart beating a rapid tattoo behind your ribs, “Well, I dunno. I’m a little overwhelmed, I suppose. I really just thought you were an edgy cosplayer, and I mean, you still are but you are also literally the Grim Reaper, so I’m still just dealing with that I guess.”

“That is perfectly normal, then. Though you should have been feeling frightened the moment I contacted you, your reaction was quite delayed.” “Hey! I never said ‘frightened’ I said overwhelmed! That’s a completely different emotion.”

He chuckles, “Unable to stop thinking about me, then?” “That also isn't what I said.” Though, he isn’t entirely wrong, “I’m just worried about how I'm going to focus at work tomorrow when I’ll be spending the whole day looking over my shoulder to make sure some white-haired twink isn't about to commit murder upon me.” 

“White-haired what? ” “Twinnnnk~” You reply, “Look it up, I’m sure that will keep you busy for a few hours.” “I hardly need to be kept busy , I have important work to do.” “Like stealing my soul.” “Yours and others, I do not just follow you around all day.” He says dryly, “You are not that important. Also, I will not be murdering you. I am pushing you in the correct direction, one you have stubbornly been avoiding for far too long.” You hum quietly to yourself, reaching out to pat your cat where he sits next to you on the bed, “How was I meant to die anyway? Just out of curiosity, since you seem to know everything about it.” He doesn't answer for some time, and the deafening silence makes you regret even posing the question. 

“Do you really want to know?” He finally asks, “Most people never find out, because unlike you they die when they are supposed to.” “Hit me with it, Grimmy.” He groans, “Do not call me that.” then you hear him sigh, deeply, contemplatively, “You were supposed to die of food poisoning.” “Oh.” You reply, feeling your heart sink a little, “Damn, that sucks. That’s so…boring”

“Death often is.” “I guess, well, I guess I was hoping that the way I die might be interesting at least. What food would have poisoned me anyway?” “Ham sandwich.” “Yikes. Was the ham poisoned or something?” “No, just expired. On a related note, you do need to clean out your fridge more often.” He’s right. Your fridge is pretty nasty, and it kind of always has been. It’s a very low priority on your list of tasks.

“Grim?”

“Yes?”

You swallow, unsure how to phrase the real question hiding in the recesses of your mind, “could you…I dunno, kill me gently, if it comes to it? I mean, I just-“ you roll over onto your side, making eye contact with the black screen of your laptop, “If I have to die, I don’t want it to hurt.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then he replies, “I don’t want it to hurt you either.”

“That’s…sweet, Thank you.” “Lacking desire to see you suffer does not make me sweet , it makes me considerate .” He sighs irritably, “More importantly, does this mean you’re finally willing to hand over your soul?” You laugh, “ No! I just- I dunno, I had a weird day and I'm feeling kinda existential now.” You look through your window, staring up at the night sky, “Do you feel that way sometimes, or is it just a human thing?”

“I do not see how that’s any of your business.” “C’mon, Grim. Just play along for once, get silly with it.” You hear him huff on the other end of the line, you can picture the exact pouty face he must be making right now, “I have been a reaper as long as I can remember, and will continue to be one for the rest of my life, there is little for me to be existential about.”

“Hm.” 

“What?” He says brusquely, “What are you ‘hm-ing’ about?”

“The thought of having one job for the rest of my life is exactly the sort of thing that makes me existential, that’s all.” “Well you don’t have to work at the same job for the rest of your life, so what exactly are you complaining about?” “I mean, the rest of my life might only be a few more days.” You say, “Provided you win our bet of course, which you will not be doing.” “Do not doubt me, Sunshine. You may come to regret it.” You giggle, “Doubtful.” There’s a rustling sound on the other end of the call, you can only assume that he is also lying in bed right now, “I am quite literally death, and I even gave you concrete proof of this fact this evening.” his voice turns quiet, dare you think it, wistful, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” You shrug, even though he can’t see you, “You aren’t very scary.”

“I am going to take your soul .” “You are going to try and take my soul.” a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And even if you do, you’ve already promised to do it gently .” “I promised not to hurt you, I never said anything about being gentle .” 

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see the difference between those two statements.” He groans, and when he speaks again his voice is muffled. You suspect he has his face buried in a pillow, “You are infuriating. When I leave the chatroom for the evening I assume that I am done with you, I was not prepared for you to insist on continuing our conversation well into the night.”

“What, are you tired?” All goes quiet for a moment, and then, “No. Are you?” “Nope.” “Hmph, you should be at this hour, especially after a day of work.”

“I- well, I dunno…”

You don’t want to tell him the truth, that most of your friends have grown up and don’t talk to you anymore, that while you love your family it’s too difficult to find time to travel and see them, that you are incredibly lonely. You are tired, you have to be up at 5:00 to get ready for work tomorrow morning, but the idea of saying goodbye, of hanging up, makes something ache deep inside you. Something inside the very soul he wants to steal. 

“You don’t know, what?”

“Huh?” Grim huffs again, “You said, ‘i dunno’ and then stopped talking, which is very out of character for you, by the way.” “Oh? Did you miss me? Were even those brief seconds of silence enough to make you realize how much you love hearing my voice?” “I will hang up.” 

“Don’t.” You say before you have time to think better of it, “Please.”

“I-“ he clears his throat, “Only if you can act normally for the rest of our conversation.”

“I’m plenty normal, you’re the weird one.”

“What’s weird, how am I weird?”

You roll onto your back, staring up at the celing, “Oh i dunno, just the whole ‘I am death incarnate! I have come for your soul! I will connect my soul to yours! ’ schtik” 

“You know fully well that it is not a…what did you call it? A schtik?” He pronounces the word completely wrong, “Whatever that is, it is not one of those. I am death incarnate, I am here for you soul, and you were literally an active part in the soul connection.”

“Oh, about that soul connection thing, by the way.” He scoffs, “Your ability to change the subject at a whim is still strong as ever i see.” 

“I know, I’m very talented- anyway! I wanted to ask if you can do anything cool now that we have a soul link or whatever.” “I have already told you, I cannot control your body. As entertaining as it would be to embarrass you publicly, even my exceptional abilities could not do that” 

“Oh kay , how about something easier, then?” You feel the warmth of your cat as he snuggles up against your side and instinctively reach out to pat him, “Read my mind, go on!” “I cannot do that.” “C’mon, Grimmy, give it a go!” You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’m thinking about something real hard right now.” He sighs, “Are you thinking about your cat?” “ Whaaaat? How did you know?!”

“I didn’t know , i guessed. I can’t read your mind, but i am still attuned with your soul.” His voice has turned uncharacteristically soft, he’s almost whispering, “It… flutters …when you are happy, and your cat makes you happy. So I guessed…”

“So you’re a soul reader, then?” You ask, trying to ignore the fact that your stomach also feels oddly fluttery right now.

“That is not a thing. You’re just making things up now.”

“Try again.” You say, your mind unwittingly flooded with thoughts of soft white hair and judgemental red eyes. Of hands you wish were bare, of sharp toothed smiles. Your heart slows to a languid rhythm, and something you aren’t ready to put a name to curls warmly in your belly. You close your eyes, softly this time, and breathe, “What am i thinking about now?”

He goes silent for a long time, you can hear the slow, even draw of his breath. You can picture him laying back on his bed, hair splayed over the pillow, brow creased in concentration and you wonder if he is thinking about you too. After what feels like an age, he finally answers, “your…plant?”

You burst into laughter and any tension in the air shatters, “My plant?! What about my soul was screaming plant just then?”

“Well, I don’t know! It was just happy again, happier, even and I assumed that you were smart enough not to just think about your cat again.” 

“Yeah, you got me.” You lie, “it was my cat again.”

“Hells, every single day you find a new way to get under my skin.” He sighs, and despite his earlier statement, his next words come out almost fondly , “You need sleep, mortal.”

“Yeah.” You reply, feeling that ache tug at you again, “I probably do.”

“I will talk to you tomorrow, that is, if you survive until then.”

That gets a laugh out of you, and you can’t tell if that was his intention or if he was being completely serious, “I look forward to it. Remember to murder me nicely, Grim.”

“As nicely as I can, I swear.” You can hear his smile, “Goodnight, Sunshine.”

[foxy-eva]

Novelty

Summary: Spencer guides you through a night full of firsts 

Request: You have been best friends with Spencer for a few years now and you both have feelings for each other but have not spoken on it yet. You and Spencer are having one of your movie nights and are snuggling on the couch. He knows that you are nervous to do anything since it's your first time. He's sweet and gentle but still is on the kinky side as the night goes on.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Virgin!Reader, confessing feelings, first kiss, loss of virginity, praising, oral (fem receiving), fingering, handjob, protected penetrative sex

Word count: 5.3k

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The pounding of your heart was much louder than usual when you stood in front of Spencer's apartment. Despite having been there countless times before, tonight everything felt different. After wrecking your brain for weeks about how to make the first move, you decided that you'd take your chance tonight. 

After all, how hard could it be to lean over and finally kiss the man you were so desperately in love with?

Just keep breathing and do it, you thought to yourself when you knocked on his door. 

Spencer had no idea about your plans yet. Once he greeted you with the same adorable smile he always had painted all over his face when he saw you, you knew that it would be very difficult to be brave enough to go through with your plans.

Spencer must have sensed your current state, the corners of his mouth dropping when he asked, "Is everything okay?" 

"Yes," you lied. "I'm just a little tired."

"We can reschedule movie night if you want?"

"No!" You protested. "I really want to be here."

With those words his beautiful smile reappeared again. More than once he had told you how much he loved spending time with you, but only a few weeks ago did you realize that he might like you more than just as a friend. The memories of him looking into your eyes to tell you that you were the most wonderful woman he had ever met were still vivid. 

This sentiment prompted you to notice all the little things about him that proved how much he cared about you. At first you thought you were imagining it, but after catching him staring longingly at you instead of the TV several times, there was no doubt. 

Spencer Reid had feelings for you but was nervous about making the first move. 

You didn't know whether that had to do with him being unsure if you'd reciprocate his feelings or with the fact that he knew about how inexperienced you were. Either way, it was obvious that it would have to be you to take the first step.

When the both of you found your place on his couch after deciding on the movie you'd watch, you instantly noted the scent of his cologne. After knowing him for so long it had become familiar to you, smelling it comforted you instantly. 

There was a small gap between your bodies but you still felt the heat radiating from him. Instead of paying attention to the movie, you glanced over his face every couple of minutes. Despite his eyes being focussed on the TV, you still sensed that the movie wasn't the only thing on his mind. 

When your sight dropped to his hands you noticed him fidgeting nervously with his own fingers, almost as if they were desperate to feel something – someone – else. His touch would have been welcomed but he kept his composure, not daring to focus on anything other than the movie. Something that you weren't able to do. 

There was no way to pay attention to the screen when the most gorgeous man you had ever seen was sitting right beside you. After a while you had accepted your faith and got lost in your fantasy of crawling into his lap to kiss him. If only you had the courage to actually do what you so desperately longed for. 

Your eyes fell to his hands once more and your whole body began tingling at the thought of feeling his fingertips dancing over your skin. This tingling quickly morphed into a burning sensation only his touch could soothe. It became clear to you that you couldn't wait a second longer to feel him closer to you.

After taking a deep breath, you decided to move closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you. 

It seemed as if your nearness was welcomed. Spencer slightly turned his head to smile at you as you moved over. When your thigh was pressed against his leg and you could lean your head against his shoulder, you were satisfied – for now. You made yourself comfortable, curling into his side while breathing in his scent. 

"Is that okay?" You whispered.

With a raspy voice he breathed, "More than okay." 

His hands had stopped moving once you made contact but they dared to wander after a few moments. It seemed that showing him physical affection spurred Spencer on to make a move as well. There was no doubt left that the both of you really liked each other. 

One of his hands made contact with your thigh, just a few inches above your knee, and you almost jumped at the sudden touch. Spencer retracted it immediately. His touch could still be considered innocent but you still weren't expecting it. 

"Sorry!" He squeaked and almost panicked. 

You took his hand in yours to place it back where your skin still tingled underneath the fabric of your pants.

Locking eyes with him, you said, "No, it's okay. I like that."

With that he relaxed once more, finding comfort while having you close to him. As the movie went on, the two of you shifted positions several times until he held you tightly inside his arms with your head resting against his chest. The hard and fast beating of his heart was impossible to ignore and it led to your heart beating almost erratically inside your chest as well. 

He audibly exhaled and you could feel his hot breath against your hair. It was as if he contemplated what to do next, your nearness clearly affecting him. That realization gave you enough confidence to take things a little further. Shifting your position, you sat up to be able to find his eyes. 

The depth of his amber-colored irises was mesmerizing, making you forget your surroundings. Spencer was softly smiling at you, patiently waiting for you to tell him what was on your mind. Little did he know that talking was not what you wanted in that moment. When your sight dropped down to his lips for a moment, a silent gaped escaped his mouth. 

You were quick to lock eyes with him once more, noticing how his pupils had dilated slightly. Without realizing that you were moving, you leaned closer to him until you felt his hot breath against your skin. No force in this world could have ever pulled you away from him then. 

When your lips found his in a shy and brief kiss, it was as if lightning rushed through your body. It was nothing compared to what would follow soon after, though. Just a split second after feeling his mouth on yours you pulled back slightly, still so unsure and nervous. Spencer didn't let you though, finally realizing that you needed him to take the lead. 

His large palms made contact with your cheeks, gently cupping your face as he pulled you closer once more. He kissed you with a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs. As his lips brushed over yours it felt like he provided you with the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought.

There was no room left in your mind to overthink what you were doing as your entire brain was filled with him. All you could think about was the way his scent surrounded you and how the taste of his lips made it impossible for you to ever want anyone else. When one of his hands dropped to your waist, you gasped into the kiss. 

He saw it as an invitation to let his tongue meet yours, showing you a whole different side of what a kiss could be. It felt as if you were melting into each other the longer he kissed you. You became greedy to feel more of him, to satisfy that burning sensation growing inside your core. With one swift motion you climbed into his lap, straddling him without ever breaking the kiss. 

He welcomed you on top of him like a queen on a throne, smiling against your lips when you settled down on his thighs. Your hands wandered to the nape of his neck, playing with his unruly curls while his palms began exploring your hips and your back. When you noticed an unfamiliar hardness straining against your thigh, you realized how much Spencer enjoyed having you close. 

It was then that you noticed how aroused you were yourself, you center yearning for some friction as your panties dampened. You became curious about his body, almost desperate to know how he would feel pressed against your most sensitive spot. You adjusted your position until you felt his hardness against your heat and couldn't hold back from rocking your hips against it. 

Spencer's hands were quick to get ahold of you, hindering you from moving before he broke the kiss. 

"We should slow down," he muttered. 

Within a split second your lips were back on his, mumbling against them, "I want you, Spencer."

Instead of giving into your plea, he pulled back to look at you, a worried expression visible on his face. 

"I thought you enjoyed this," you purred as your sight dropped to where you could feel his erection against your thigh.

"I do, more than you could imagine," he sighed before motioning for you to get off him and sit down beside him instead. Although his words contradicted his actions, you still complied as you found your place beside him. 

"I have wanted this for so long," Spencer explained. "I just think we shouldn't rush this. It would be a good idea for us to take a step back." 

"Good for us or for me?" You wondered, implying that the only reason he stopped you was your innocence. 

"I don't want you to regret this," he mumbled.

"I'm sure I won't. I have waited long enough for this."

"Yeah, but… your first time should be with someone special."

There it was, his own insecurity oozing out with his words. He avoided eye-contact after telling you his concerns. It was almost amusing to you that he didn't consider himself as special despite everyone constantly telling him how different he was. It was obvious that he never took that as a compliment. 

You reached out for his palm, intertwining your fingers with his. Spencer looked at your connected hands at first before finding your eyes. Holding his hand seemed like an mundane act but right then it meant so much to the both of you.  

Softly smiling at him, you asked, "How do you feel about me, Spencer?" 

Averting his eyes, he asked another question instead of answering yours, "Isn't that obvious?"

"Tell me, anyway. Please."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before voicing his thoughts, "Ever since I can remember I always had trouble figuring out the line between platonic and romantic love. But when I got to know you, everything felt different. For the longest time I thought that this distinction in my feelings was the difference between being friends with someone and having a best friend." 

He found your eyes for the next part, a shy smile appearing on his face.

"Those past few weeks I have suspected that I might have been wrong about that assumption. And now that we've kissed I know for sure that…," he paused for a second to take another breath. "... That the feelings I have for you are far from platonic."

It took you a while to process his words, staring at him like a doe caught in headlights. Although you had already suspected what he just confirmed, hearing him saying those words let your heart skip a beat. 

"Spencer, I…," you began, but your words failed you. 

He was quick to say what you so desperately tried to, "I love you, (y/n)" 

With a little more enthusiasm than he'd expected, you wrapped your arms around his neck to find him in a sweet kiss. You couldn't help but smile against his lips when you pulled him closer, leaning back until you lay on the couch with him on top of you. 

When he pulled back to look at you, he brushed some stray hairs out of your face before purring, "I am so in love with you."

Finally, you found your voice again, "I love you, too."

"You do?"

"Of course," you snickered. "I wouldn't kiss just anyone, you know."

And Spencer did know. You had told him months ago how little experience you had with dating and he had been nothing but sweet about it. It had warmed your heart when he told you that whoever got the privilege to kiss you first would be the luckiest person on earth. You wondered if he felt like that right then. 

The way he sweetly let his lips meet yours once more was all the answer you needed. Time stood still as you got lost in this kiss, lips brushing over one another, getting hungrier by the second. When his tongue begged for entrance, you couldn't help but whimper against his lips. The fire that had been burning inside you moments ago was quick to be ignited once more. 

Even with Spencer's weight on top of you, it felt like you might begin floating as you melted into him in your shared kiss. Your whole body begged for more, yearned to feel his fingertips and lips against your skin. In an almost desperate attempt to soothe the burning sensation inside you, you repositioned your legs until you had Spencer's thigh between them. 

You were unsure if he'd noticed that the pressure he provided against your center made your head spin. When you began rocking your hips against his thigh ever so slightly, Spencer groaned against your lips. You immediately halted your motions while heat rushed to your cheeks.

"Sorry," you whimpered. 

"Don't apologize," he chuckled. "I like that."

"I just… don't really know what I'm doing," you admitted. 

Spencer placed an innocent kiss against your cheek before reassuring you, "We don't have to do anything tonight. I am already incredibly happy just being close to you. We have all the time in the world."

With a smug grin on your face you breathed, "But why wait when we both want it?" 

"You're really good at making compelling arguments," he laughed. 

"I know, it's my specialty."

A few moments passed of the two of you just staring into each other's eyes before Spencer whispered, "Are you sure about this?" 

"Yes."

He nodded before getting up from the couch, taking your hand in his to help you up as well. Leading you to his bedroom, you noticed how your heart threatened to jump out of your chest at the realization of what was about to happen. Being impossibly close with Spencer was everything you had wished for those past few weeks. Now this dream was about to come true. 

When you arrived at Spencer's bedside, he pressed his body against yours and kissed you once more. His hands moved over your back before tentatively brushing over the curve of your backside. Your hands became curious as well, wandering over his arms before finding the buttons of his shirt. Slowly you began undoing them, one by one until you had access to his skin. 

He moved with you to get rid of the fabric, letting it drop to the floor before he grabbed the hem of your shirt. Together you removed each item of clothing from one another until only underwear covered your bodies. Spencer’s fingertips danced over your sides, leaving goosebumps on their path. Your palms brushed over his upper body, noticing how his abdominal muscles twitched when you touched his stomach. 

You dropped your sight to where the extent of his desire was straining against the confines of his boxershorts. Carefully your fingertips hooked into the waistband of his underwear to free him as the fabric dropped to the floor. A shy glimpse at what he had to offer was enough to make your cheeks burn up and you averted your eyes again to look at Spencer’s face instead. 

“Don’t be shy,” he chuckled. “I don’t mind you looking at me.” 

While reaching behind your own back to unclasp your bra, you whispered, “I want you to see me, too.” 

His eyes followed the remaining pieces of clothing as they dropped to the floor before he took a small step back to take in the sight of your bare figure. He motioned for you to lay down on the bed, taking a moment to let his eyes roam over your body before joining you on the mattress.  

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed once he lay down beside you. 

Smiling at him, you said, “So are you.” 

A lovely rosy shade spread over his cheeks at your words, warming his face and your heart at the same time. He captured your lips in another kiss while his hand began exploring your body. When he reached the softness of your chest, he leaned back to look at you. As his fingers began toying with the hardened peaks of your breasts, you bit down on your lip to hinder a moan from escaping. 

Spencer shook his head and cooed, “Let me hear you.” 

And so you did. It was as if every moan and sigh was spurring him further on as he caressed your chest. The longer he teased your breasts, the more your center began longing to be connected with him.

“I think I’m ready,” you muttered. “Do you have a condom?” 

Spencer began chuckling at your words, “I do, but there’s still so much more I want to do before we’re gonna need that.”

There was no way to hide your innocence when you genuinely wondered, “Like what?” 

His lips connected to your neck, kissing and licking over sensitive skin while mumbling, “Like kissing every inch of your body.” 

Feelings his lips and tongue move down your body made you feel lightheaded, it was unlike anything you had ever felt. He was dedicated to bringing you pleasure by the way he gently nipped on your skin as he descended further down. There was no resistance from your body when he pushed your legs apart to lie down between them. 

He kissed along your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to your heat. Before he could make contact, you shied away from him, making him halt his actions to look at you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked with a slight tremble in your voice, nervous about what was about to happen. 

Without hesitation, he said, “Yes.” 

“What if–” 

“Relax,” he interrupted you before you could voice any insecurities. “You’re absolutely perfect.” 

There was no reason for you to doubt his words, they helped you relax against the pillow again. You felt his fingertips glide through your slick folds and you began trembling at the intensity of his touch. After a few moments he replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing and licking your sensitive skin until you couldn't hold back the sounds of your pleasure anymore. 

His breath felt hot against even more heated skin when he groaned, "You taste divine."

Your hands found their home in his curls, making a mess of what was already unruly. Tugging on his hair made him moan against you, the vibrations the sound created shooting through your entire body. Without intending to, you pressed his face further into you while you began rocking your hips against his face. 

Spencer wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you steady while he was eager to let you find relief. When he focussed on your most sensitive spot, your entire body began shaking. After a few more purposeful movements of his lips and tongue, you fell over the edge, entering a state of pure bliss. He helped you through your high until it became too much and you pushed him away from you. 

Your chest was still heaving when Spencer found his place beside you once more. The lower part of his face was covered in your essence until he wiped it off with the back of his hand. When you kissed him then, you could taste your own heady scent on his tongue. 

He pulled back, a sweet smile painted across his face. "We can stop now, if you want," he offered. 

"I don't want to stop. Do you?" 

Spencer shook his head, "No."

Looking down your body, your eyes fell to his erection pressed against your hip. Your hand followed your sight and you dared to tentatively brush your fingertips over it. A gasp fell from his lips when he felt you exploring him, touching soft hair at the base of him before you felt the velvet of his skin. 

When you realized you didn't know what to do next, you stopped moving your hand. 

"Sorry, I–"

Spencer interrupted you before you could explain, "It's okay, you don't have to."

"No, I really want to. I just don't know how," you confessed. 

He took your hand in his and guided it, moving it up and down his hardness with more pressure than you would have expected. His hand left yours but you kept stroking him, noticing how his breath quickened. 

"Brush your thumb over the head," he panted. 

Doing as he said, you elicited the sweetest sound from his throat you had ever heard. It felt like you could get drunk on his moans. His tip was leaking when you glided over it and Spencer began bucking his hips upwards into your fist. His eyes were half-lidded when you looked at him but you still noticed how his pupils were blown wide. 

"Just like that," he praised you. "So good."

He felt heavy against your palm when you stroked him. After a few more moments, Spencer touched your hand, moving it away from his length, explaining, "I don't want to finish just yet."

"Were you getting close?" You genuinely wondered. 

"Yes."

You couldn't hold back the proud smile forming on your face. 

Spencer placed his lips on yours, mumbling against them, "You're so cute," before kissing you. 

Without breaking the kiss, he let his hand wander between your legs, touching your sensitive skin once more. Unlike before, this time he found your entrance, teasing you until he was sure you were ready for him. One of his fingers pushed into you, slowly moving inside you before adding a second digit. 

The sensation his fingers provided was almost too much to handle and you got excited to soon know how his hardness would feel. He curled his fingers inside you, working his hand steadily against your center. The sensation was so intense you couldn't help but arch your back while your arousal basically dripped into his palm. 

Never before had anyone been this close to you but it still wasn't enough for you. You needed more of him. You needed all of him. 

Your fingertips brushed over his cock once more while you whimpered, "Please." 

Spencer understood what you were asking for but he still wanted you to say it. 

"Tell me what you want," he demanded. 

With a trembling voice you answered, "I want you… inside me."

Spencer removed his hand from between your thighs to reach for a condom. You watched as he put it on, already getting desperate to finally have him inside you. When he kneeled between your legs, he adjusted your hips before leaning over you. With one hand wrapped around his length he let it glide through your folds, coating himself with your honeyed wetness. 

Just when you felt him positioned against your entrance, your whole body tensed. Spencer sensed it as well, immediately withdrawing the pressure against your opening. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths as you tried to relax your body. 

"Hey," he whispered. "Look at me."

Opening your eyes, you found him softly smiling at you, cooing, "There's my beautiful girl." After a few seconds of just staring into each other's eyes, he asked, "Do you still want to keep going?"

The warmth his golden irises radiated comforted you instantly. You felt safe and loved with him but you still needed him to know, "Yes, I'm just a little nervous."

"I promise you I won't be disappointed if we stop now or do something else," he reassured you. 

You were very clear then when you said, "I want this, Spencer. I'm ready." 

Spencer nodded and reached between your bodies to position himself at your entrance once more. This time you didn't shy away from the pressure, ready to be completely connected with him. 

Slowly he began pushing his tip into you, intently watching your reactions as he purred, "Take your time." 

The sensation of your body making room for him one inch at a time was almost overwhelming. Slowly your tight muscles adjusted to being stretched by him, allowing him to push further into you. 

Spencer was quick to reward you with his praise, "Just like that. Good girl."

Just like the extension of his desire filling your body, his words began filling your mind until all of your surroundings were forgotten. It was only you and him, merging onto each other as you shared your body with the man you loved. When he was almost completely inside you, you gasped at the intense pleasure he provided. 

Spencer misread your reaction as discomfort, halting his motions to ask, "Does it hurt?" 

"No," you sighed as you wrapped your legs around his hips to hinder him from moving away. "It feels so good."

That was all the encouragement he needed to fill you out completely. Halting at your deepest point, both of you took a moment to feel each other's heartbeats deep inside you. It became impossible to tell where his body ended and yours began as the two of you became one.

Right before he began carefully moving, he sighed, "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him although you were sure he already knew. 

His lips were on yours as you moved but your kiss was interrupted by the need for air and all those moans escaping your throats. He touched both your heart and body like no one before him and you were certain that you'd never want anyone else after that. 

"You feel so good," he groaned. "So good for me."

Spencer was the only one you'd ever want to be close with that way. It was not just the sensation of having him inside you that was pleasurable for you. Seeing him getting lost within you as you shared your body with him was exciting you more than your own euphoria ever could. 

You dared to take a glimpse to where your bodies were joined, mesmerized by the sight of him disappearing inside you over and over again. When you found Spencer's eyes again, a smirk was spread over his face. 

"Do you like that?" He teased, already knowing the answer. 

"Yes," you whined. "I need more."

"Sure you can take it?" He groaned as he began thrusting into you harder. 

The pleasure was overwhelming but you still managed to answer him, "Yes."

He got ahold of your wrists and pinned them over your head as he moved against you relentlessly. Your hips moved with him, intensifying the pressure growing in your core. 

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," Spencer groaned as he looked down at you. 

Already too far gone to use your words, only sighs and mewls fell from your lips. Spencer let go of your wrists and you held onto his shoulders instead. One of his hands reached between your bodies to draw circles around your little bud. 

His eyes were dark when he looked at you and groaned, "Come for me."

Already lost in the euphoria, it only took a few seconds for you to find relief, your walls pulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

"That's my girl." 

It didn't take long after that for Spencer to follow you into your ecstasy. His thrusts became erratic right before his body slightly shivered and he began throbbing inside you. With open arms you welcomed him inside your embrace when he finally collapsed on top of you. His breath felt hot as he panted against your neck. 

Your fingertips danced over his back while he placed lazy kisses on the side of your face. Even though you longed for your bodies to stay connected, Spencer had to remove himself from you eventually. He disappeared in the bathroom to clean up before he returned with a damp towel in his hands. 

Sitting down on the bed beside you, he gently touched your thigh. When you wanted to reach for the fabric, he shook his head. 

"Let me do it, please." 

For a moment you hesitated but opened your legs for him eventually. You hadn't expected him to insist on taking care of you like that. When he began to carefully rid you of the remains of your arousal, this moment somehow felt even more intimate than everything else that had happened that night. 

His touches were gentle, making you smile to yourself at the thought that he saw you as the most precious and fragile thing in the world right then. It stood in contrast to the force he displayed a few minutes ago. When he brushed over a particularly sensitive part of your delicate skin, a whine fell from your lips. 

Spencer pulled back and found your eyes, wondering, "Did I hurt you?" 

"No, I'm just sensitive."

He nodded and set aside the towel to lie down beside you once more. Wrapping his arms around you, you found your home curled against him, your head resting on his chest. A chaste kiss was placed into your hair as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

"Are you feeling alright?" Spencer wanted to make sure. 

Turning your head to be able to look at him, you snickered, "Yeah. I don't know if you noticed but I really enjoyed that." 

"Oh I did notice," Spencer chuckled. 

He took your hands in his to place gentle kisses on your wrists, right where he had held you tightly. When he was done with that, he mumbled, "I hope I wasn't too rough with you?" 

"No, you were perfect," you assured him and Spencer sighed with relief.

After a few more moments of laying inside each other's arms, you decided to break the comfortable silence, "Do you think I could stay the night?" 

Spencer pressed your body even tighter against his, chuckling, "I wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon." 

You joined him in his joyful sounds, still giggling even when he peppered your whole face with little pecks. When your laughter had simmered down, the both of you got up to get ready for the night. Right then you were glad for the very optimistic past-version of you who had packed a sleeping shirt and a toothbrush before coming to Spencer's place. 

When he saw those items he looked at you with a smug grin, teasing you with a very playful, "That's interesting."

"I like to be prepared," you explained matter-of-factly before you began giggling as you pointed at your purse, "I also have like five condoms in there." 

"Someone had big plans when they came over tonight," he chuckled. "You think you're gonna need all of those?"

Heat rose to your cheeks when you chirped, "I mean, we have an entire weekend ahead of us." 

Spencer stepped closer to you to wrap his arms around your body, pushing you flush against him before he purred, "And so many more weekends to follow after that." 

"Maybe you could even take me out on a date someday?" 

He sounded sincere when he answered, "I would love nothing more."

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The Mistake

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem! Nott! reader

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mentions of sex, every detail of a probably awkward looking makeout shesh and my shitty writing.

Summary: Pansy invited Y/n out to a local bar with Blaise, Pansy then decided it would be a good idea to invite her brother and his best friend.

A/n: This is based off of true events that have recently happened to me and I am unsure how I should process it or how I really should be feeling about it. I know how I should feel about it, but I don't. So, writing fanfic is my only coping mechanism at this point.

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"Alright, everyone got everything?" Pansy asked as she and Blaise walked hand in hand with Y/n right next to her into the bar.

"Yeah, my brother said they would save us a table so long," Y/n said as she searched for her brother. She saw them, finally, at the way back near the bathrooms.

Good, she thought, I'm going to be spending my whole evening in there listening to Pansy rant about how annoyed she is with Blaise and how in love she is with Mattheo.

"What's up, fuckers," Y/n greeted.

"What's up, you little shit," Theo smiled as he hugged his sister.

"Hey Matt," Y/n greeted as she gave him a hug.

As soon as everyone greeted everyone, they all sat down. Y/n knew it would be awkward if she was third wheeling with Pansy and Blaise, so she's thankful her brother and Mattheo decided to join.

"So, how pissed are you two?" Y/n asked as she looked between the two boys.

"I'm good, but he's gone," Theo said pointing at Mattheo. He was staring at Pansy.

The two of them met a while back on Y/n's birthday. Even then she and Blaise were a thing, she knew it was a disaster waiting to happen.

Blaise, of course, doesn't know anything.

"As always," Y/n said laughing, and shifting uncomfortably as the seat she was sat on had to be shared by two other people.

"Y/n, I need to go to the bathroom, come with me," Pansy said as she suddenly pulled her away.

Here we go...

"I can't do this," Pansy said once they entered one of the bathroom stalls.

"I knew this would be difficult for you," Y/n said as she slid down the door whilst Pansy sat on the toilet.

"I don't want Blaise, I want Mattheo. I mean, we've been talking for hours almost every night, he makes me feel, I don't know, special?" Pansy said as she sighed and held her head in her hands.

"Maybe you should just leave Blaise, if Mattheo makes you happy then go for it," Y/n said.

"At this point, I think he might like you more than he likes me, and I'm totally fine with that, if you want to go for him, do it. As long as you're happy," She said.

"Dude, I don't even know the guy, and he doesn't know me either. Besides, I highly doubt that he'd ever want to do anything with a chubby girl who hasn't even had her first kiss yet," Y/n said, trying to make her best friend feel better, when she only made herself upset.

"You're beautiful, stop saying those things," Pansy said, "I do think I need to talk to him though."

"I'll try to get him over to the bar inside, whilst Theo keeps Blaise distracted," Y/n said, "I just hope you're sober enough to talk to him, I know you've been drinking long before you even got here."

"I'm severely tipsy," She said giggling as she headed out the bathroom.

Pansy quickly told Blaise that she was going to go pay for the drinks they'd bought so far. Y/n just disappeared to find Mattheo, he was talking to someone else.

When she finally got him away, she told him to follow her into the bar, and that Pansy wanted to talk to him.

She stood off at the side, looking at the two talking, not hearing a thing they're saying because of the music. She looked away when he grabbed her face and kissed her. Making sure that Blaise couldn't see them, and also not wanting to feel the lonely feeling that she feels whenever her friends tell her they've kissed someone.

After a few minutes, she walked back to them, "Listen, as cute as this is, we need to head back to the table, Blaise will get suspicious," She said.

"Right, Matt, you head out first, we'll come after you," Pansy said. Mattheo smiled at her lovingly before walking out.

Pansy hooked her arm around Y/n's, "Holy shit, that was the best fucking kiss I've ever had," Pansy said excitedly, only earning a light hearted chuckle from Y/n.

When they got back to the table, Y/n saw that the space where she had previous sat had grown smaller. Leaving her no choice but to sit next to Mattheo who had the whole seat to himself.

His jacket was on the table, and without thinking she laid with her head on top of her arms on the jacket.

"Oi, wake up," Theo said once he saw his sister laying on her arms.

"I'm awake you fucking dickhead," She said rolling her eyes. She noticed from the corner of her eyes that Mattheo was looking at her.

"Hey, leave her alone," Pansy said, and she just chuckled as she saw the two starting to argue.

"Wow," She heard Mattheo say when he was looking at her.

"What?" She asked confused.

"You're really beautiful," He said.

"You're really drunk," She said shaking her head.

"If you say so," He said causing her to roll her eyes.

"Focus on one girl, please, I'm not worth it. Focus on Pansy," She said.

"I'm trying to but, Blaise is getting in the way. I mean look at her, she's beautiful, but it's a big turn off that Blaise is with her," He said rather loudly.

Blaise heard this and he glared at Mattheo.

"Shush, he might hear you," Y/n whispered turning to him, she didn't fail to notice how his eyes kept trailing down to her lips.

She instead turned her head to lay on his shoulder so it looked a bit less suspicious.

Mattheo then put a hand on her leg and rubbed circle's on her thighs. She didn't do anything. She knew she needed to, but she couldn't.

She then moved away from him, noticing Pansy's look.

After a while of them drinking, Y/n had moved back to her previous spot. She was talking to her brother when she saw that Mattheo was trying to tell her something. She couldn't hear him over the music so she got up and moved over to their side to sit between her brother and Mattheo.

"You okay?" She asked once she sat down.

"Yeah," he said nodded.

"Alright," She said, before yawning, "Jeez, I'm going to fall asleep."

"Now, sleep here," Mattheo said patting his shoulder.

Y/n knew she shouldn't but she remembered what Pansy had said earlier: if you want to go for him, do it.

So, she laid her head on his shoulder and he placed a hand on her thigh while he laced his other hand with hers.

"I think we're going to go and sober her up before we head home," Blaise said referring to Pansy who was way past drunk.

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit," Y/n said, pulling away from Mattheo completely, before they walked off.

"Hey, Theo, please go talk to Pansy for me," Mattheo said.

"Alright," Theo said before getting up and leaving them alone.

Y/n laid her head on his shoulder again and he rested his head against hers.

Next thing she knew Mattheo tilted his head and placed his lips on hers whilst holding her face.

What the fuck are you doing! She internally screamed at herself as she continued to let Mattheo makeout with her.

She didn't expect the tongue at first but before she knew it he swirled his tongue around hers. She didn't move her lips, unsure that if she did that she'd be doing it right.

The position he held her in was awkward and painful for her, so she pulled away from the kiss and sat up straight.

"Holy fuck," She said, "You were my first kiss."

"Let me be your next one as well," He said before attacking her lips again. The same happened this time, just as it had before.

Only this time when she pulled away he hugged her tight, he moved her hair away from her neck and started kissing her on the neck, making sure to leave a hickey.

She then quickly realised what was happening so she pulled away again.

"I can't do this to Pansy," She said as she held her face in her hands.

Mattheo put an arm around her and pulled her close. He kissed the side of her head, her cheek, her nose.

Before she knew it, he was leaning in to kiss her again. When their lips met she, for some odd reason, glanced to the side and saw Pansy looking at them.

"Fuck," She said as she saw Pansy run away. She immediately stood up, "This was a mistake."

"What happened?" Mattheo asked.

"Pansy saw us," She said.

"Shit," He said.

-The next part I wished would've happened because it would've made this whole situation a whole lot better-

Y/n quickly ran after Pansy.

"Wait!" Y/n said grabbing her arm.

"How could you?" Pansy yelled, tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake," Y/n said, tears threatening to fall.

"I don't ever want to speak to you again," She spat before walking away.

Y/n took deep breaths, trying to contain the tears, when her brother walked up to her, "What happened?" He asked.

"Mattheo kissed me and Pansy saw," She said, Theo had known about Pansy and Mattheo ever since it happened, "And now I have no ride home. And my best friend hates me."

"No, you know what fuck her," Theo said, as he took the crying Y/n into his arms, "You're single, Mattheo's single and Pansy is technically in a relationship with Blaise, because they've slept together, more than once and they're always together. You're not wrong, she is."

She knew he was trying to make her feel better but she, in some way, regretted Mattheo's being her first kiss. She knew it was a mistake.

Mattheo came running to them, "What happened?" He asked.

"Pansy saw you two, and told Y/n she never wants to speak to her again," Theo said.

"Fuck, Y/n I'm so sorry," Mattheo said.

Y/n looked at him and slowly shook her head, "It's not your fault," She said, before she looked at Theo, "Can I maybe get a ride home?"

"Sure, you're just going to have to sit on Mattheo's lap," Theo said.

"Oh fuck," Y/n groaned causing Theo to chuckle.

"You're never going to live this down," Theo chuckled.

-

Y/n sat on Mattheo's lap looking out of the window. She hated the fact that her brother's car only has 2 seats. Yet she didn't mind it one bit.

Mattheo kept staring at the bruise on her neck, he felt proud of himself when he knew he shouldn't be.

He wasn't going to lie, he's liked Y/n since he met her. Pansy was a distraction, and it obviously didn't work.

When they arrived at Y/n's apartment Mattheo followed her up the stairs to her front door.

"I don't think it was a mistake," Mattheo said, catching her attention, "I've been wanted to do that, ever since I met you."

"Really?"

Mattheo nodded.

"Took you long enough," She said.

Mattheo rolled her eyes and leaned in and kissed her again.

It was a mistake at first, but mistakes make good stories, and good stories, have a happy ending.

[zhonyua]

hello!

i'm so sorry for being off for so long...

i was busy pulling for neuvillette, and now that i got him, i can finally rest :)

i have lots of ideas and projects in mind and i can't wait to publish them here, but, since i was so off, i'm going to give you a little treat for being so patient! <3 thank you so much for all the support.

otterlove

shapeshifter!neuvillette x gn!reader

context: when neuvillette is tired, he turns into an otter.

content: fluff, sfw, no zoophilia, kisses but not in the otter form.

notes: neuvillette can shape-shift like the archons, i don't have intentions of being zoophile (if i write something weird, please tell me), neuvillette and reader are dating, sorry for my bad english.

you always knew how neuvillette's work could be tiring for him.

it was even difficult to have dates and other kinds of romantic moments with him, since he was so busy all the time.

on those days that he had a day off, he was always tired and of course you always let him rest.

today was not different.

you were at his house. you got used to spending time there, even if he wasn't home. it was a big and fancy house, and you could do whatever you wanted because you knew he wouldn't mind.

it was late at night. you were laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling and thinking that you probably should get up and eat something, but those thoughts got lost in your mind, because you heard the door opening.

you got up from the couch, quickly, walking towards the door to check who just opened it. when you saw the familiar figure standing there, putting his shoes aside, you ran towards him. neuvillette quickly held you in his arms, since you went so fast for a hug. you felt how his back was tense while you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"hello." you said, looking up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

"hello." he answered, kissing your forehead and resting his cheek on the top of your head. you could feel how he was trying hard to not lay his body weight on you.

"you look tired." your words sounded too obvious, but he didn't mind it. he nodded slowly, not loosening his grip on you. "you should go to bed." it hurt a little to say those words, since you were eagerly waiting for him to spend time with you, but you just couldn't see him so tired like that.

it looked like he felt the same way as you, because he sighed and pulled away to look at your face. he brushed his thumb on your cheek, looking at you with sad eyes.

"i wanted to stay with you." he said, very directly. you chuckled at the slight pout that was forming on his lips and you kissed the pout away. the moment your lips touched his, he almost melted in your arms, sighing softly.

"don't worry, i don't mind." your voice sounded like honey to his ears and he smiled softly at you, showing his gratitude.

"thank you." it was the only thing he said before pulling away from your embrace. both of you felt the chilly breeze of the night, since your bodies weren't warming themselves anymore.

you held a sigh on your throat, since you didn't want to show neuvillette how much you were expecting to spend time with him. you missed him all day, and when he finally got home, you couldn't even cuddle with him. you felt selfish for thinking like that, because you knew how much he deserved his rest.

while you were thinking about that, neuvillette stopped walking and turned back to you. he seemed hesitant and you instantly walked closer to him, a worried look on your eyes.

"what is it? are you alright?" your voice sounded soothing, while you placed your hand on his cheek.

he nodded, but he still looked unsure. "my body feels tense and sore. i don't think that just a nap can make it better." he said with sincere words. you waited patiently for him to finish his thoughts. "i think i might need to take... a small form." his words sounded confusing to your ears. you frowned, tilting your head.

"what do you mean?" you asked, your hand still on his cheek, calming him down.

he sighed before answering. "please, don't be scared." that was the last thing he said before his body started glowing and his tall body disappeared right before your eyes. it was so fast that you couldn't even think straight. when you were going to panic, you saw a small frame patting your shoes.

well, that just made you even more confused, but at least the cute thing calmed you down, just a little. it was an otter. exactly like the ones you always saw around fontaine. it was looking at you with puppy and concerned eyes, and you heart almost melted.

"neuvillette..?" you were unsure about your thoughts, but when the otter nodded eagerly at your words, you didn't know if you were going to faint from surprise or from cuteness.

you kneeled down, so you could be closer to the little otter. "so... you can turn into an otter?" you asked again, making sure of your words. the otter nodded again. so it was really neuvillette, huh?

"you should have told me before, you know?" you said, hesitantly reaching your hand to touch the otter- neuvillette's head. he, instantly, leaned into your touch, making you feel the fur on your hands. you chuckled, brushing your fingers through the fluffy texture of his fur.

so weird, you thought to yourself. you couldn't deny that he looked adorable in this form. you always noticed the resemblance that the otters from fontaine had with him.

"oh, right. you should rest." you quickly remembered the reason for his change in forms. you weren't sure if you could do it, but you picked him up, his body hanging like a lazy kitten's. you held your laughter when he moved his little legs, while you held him a little hesitantly.

you started walking towards his bedroom, trying to make him a little more comfortable in your arms. soon, you found a position for him, picking him up like a baby and cuddling him in your arms. he looked at you with half-closed eyes, playing with his paws as if he was an otter playing with a shell. it was so adorable.

finally, you reached his bedroom, laying him carefully on his bed. he immediately curled up into a little ball, purring softly at the comfort of the mattress. you bit your lip so you could hold up a "aww".

you sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to disturb his rest, but as soon as his eyes opened and he saw you, he walked towards you, laying his head on your lap. he looked up at you with those puppy eyes and you weren't sure of what he wanted.

"what is it?" you asked, a little playfully. "do you want me to pet you?" you reached your hand to caress his head and he immediately started purring again. exactly like a kitten.

his body curled up again, and he looked like a plushie, laying on your lap. you started to brush your fingers through his fur, trying to relax him.

you couldn't hold yourself and you laid on the bed next to him. he crawled to you, resting his head on the curve of your neck, purring against you. you kept caressing him, making him feel even more sleepy.

soon enough, he was sleeping. you could hear his little snores. he looked like an adorable plushie and you knew that you were going to ask him to take that form other times.

"rest well." you whispered, kissing your fingers and placing them on his little otter nose. he purred in response, already lost in the dreamland.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hiya! I'm happy that You enjoyed my idea! And I realy liked how you wrote it! Especialy the Furina part :D

I'm not sure if you are okay with writing this, but if you are: Which of the Genshin characters would handled their lovers death the worst?

- 🐶 anon

oooo this one was really good! i couldn't pick just one so i did five little short ones! I hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including lots of talk about death, delusional behavior, childish temper tantrums, making puppets of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Furina would throw an absolute fit, upset at the idea of you dying on her, of you leaving her. She has to be pulled away from your corpse by Neuvillette because she’s screaming as she shakes it in a panicked manner. She’s desperate for you to wake up, screaming and crying as she tries to convince herself that you aren’t really dead. That you haven’t left her. She has to take a leave of absence from the court for a while, grief is a difficult thing and she doesn’t handle it well. 

Yandere!Raiden would be enraged. You promised to spend eternity with her, and now you were trying to back out of it? She won’t let you. She does everything in her power to bring you back, from creating a puppet of you to trapping your soul in the Plane of Euthymia. Nothing is right though, the puppet doesn’t feel the way you used to, it doesn’t behave like it should. Your soul isn’t any better, it can only replay strong memories from when you were alive, leaving Raiden feeling like she’s talking to a movie. She destroys the puppet and hides your soul away in a far corner of the Plane, though she feels equally as awful afterwards. 

Yandere!Wanderer is distraught when he loses you, he had lost so many before and yet, this one hurt the most. He sits on the outskirts of Sumeru City for a while, remaining stock still on a bench as he just feels. While he seems composed on the outside, on the inside he’s in pure agony. He doesn’t want to think or feel or move or do anything at all because everything just reminds him of you. It takes months for him to move from the bench, sitting there day in and day out despite the weather, and when he does move it’s only to sit in front of your grave. There he sits for another month, just staring at the name that once belonged to his loved one, now passed. The lover who left him, just like everyone else did.

Yandere!Xiao blames himself for your death, whether it's an accident, intentional, or simply of something you couldn’t stop like aging or sickness, Xiao will think it’s his fault. It’s always his fault, everything was because he wasn’t strong enough to protect you. The next year is spent with Xiao hardly being seen by anyone, not even food could lure him out. He spends all his time fighting, killing anything and everything in sight that deserves it as he tries to let the burn of his karmic debt distract from the ache in his heart. He refuses to visit your grave, making Zhongli bury you and not even attending your funeral. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he can’t bring himself to attend. He thinks he’s the reason you’re dead and he didn’t think you’d want him in attendance. He spends the rest of his life span thinking you died hating him, blaming him.

Yandere!Diluc is unsure of how to feel when you pass. He’d felt the pain of losing his father, and while he’s not dead, Diluc had lost his brother for many years in a way. But your death was different, it didn’t make him so upset he was driven to violence like his father, but rather made him want to simply lay there and cry. He spent a week straight just in bed after your funeral, hands idly tracing over the side of the bed you once slept on. He keeps everything exactly how you left it, never touching a thing incase one day, somehow, you came back to him. He wanted you to know that he loved you so much that he left everything just how you liked it.

[hoiststowline]

hits different

ultra magnus x female!reader

orginally posted on my ao3 here! tw: mentions of claustrophobia and arachnophobia.

There's a brief moment where Magnus considers it may have been a horrible idea to ask you to accompany him for this mission. While he regularly seeks out your company, it seemed like second nature to assume you'd want to tag along, but your hesitation was evident, even if you tried to hide it. Magnus knew you better than you thought, optics dimming at your jumbled words, eventually circling back to the original question. 

"Yeah, sure. Why not." He observes how your tiny fingers furl into fists and then unclench, knuckles kissed red by the winter weather. "Sounds good to me."

Magnus wants to tell you that you don't have to come if there's elsewhere you had plans to be. However, he finds it difficult as his processor leaps for joy, a vast contrast to his stern outward expression. He's finding it harder and harder to uncover things that cause him excitement anymore, so much time lost between his servos that he cannot scrounge back up. If he can spend a couple of Earth hours with you alone, he'd take what he could get with stride. 

During the drive to the cave system, you had been unnaturally quiet. You were obviously off-put by something, but Magnus had yet to extricate the premise, himself stoic and unsure in how to proceed. You had his trust, and he, yours, but he understood oftentimes he appeared unapproachable. 

"Is it...like really far inside?" It's the first question you've asked regarding the energon deposit, voice just above a whisper. He could almost compare you to a mouse, timid as you struggle to match his stride even in his slow gait. At your inquiry, he looks down at the top of your head, but you keep your gaze fixated on the caverns ahead. 

"I do not think so, but I cannot be certain." He answers, heavily concerned now. "What is the matter, y/n? Do you not feel up to par?" 

You fumble with the strings of your sweatshirt, sneakers kicking up dirt as you nearly trip, but catch yourself. At this, Magnus makes a noise in the back of his throat, but ex-vents as you righten. "I'm fine." You sniff, hands now stuffed inside your hoodie's pockets. "I kinda maybe sorta dislike closed-off spaces, but I'm fine." 

Magnus freezes, pedes halting as you nearly breeze past, stopping just ahead of him as you turn to look his way. "Pardon?"

"Oh, you're cruel to make me say it again." Your shoulders jump to your ears, then fall as a shrug of sorts. "I wanted to hang out with you, but I hate this. I feel closed in and I know just about every species of spider lives in here."

He's unamused, rightfully so, as this is new information to him. The knowledge of a fear of spiders isn't, but he's come to find arachnophobia is a common trepidation to humans. It's never crossed his mind that you had other paranoias and fears, but such a topic wouldn't come up naturally in conversation. 

"I see." Magnus rumbles, now understanding your avid atypical voicelessness, wanting to quell that fear that he knows is sitting like a pit in your stomach. "I owe you an apology then, my intentions were not for you to be afraid,"

"No, no apology needed. It's my fault, I should have just said so." You should not feel any ounce of fear with a mech like Ultra Magnus at your left, however, that gnawing feeling still comes in fleeting passes. 

"What would you suggest?" He hums, lowering himself to one knee in front of you. "I can take you home, or we can cease for now and I shall return later?" 

The toe of your sneaker runs along the dirt, shy all of a sudden as you look up at him with a small pout. "Continuing isn't an option?"

His shoulders sink in a defeated manner, unsure of what you mean. "I am not understanding your request, y/n. I thought you wanted to leave?"

"I guess I'm still scared, but it's a little less when I'm with you." Voice small, your colorful irises meet his cerulean optics with a glimmer of something he cannot describe. "We're already here, no point in turning around now."

"If it gives you discomfort, there's assuredly good reason to turn back." The way he looks at you makes your head spin. Magnus was rough around the edges, but for some unknown reason, he was always understanding and empathetic with you. You almost didn't want to tell him, but knew the further inside you traversed, the anxiety would begin to swallow you whole. "You aren't disappointing anyone, y/n."

"I'm good." Your palms run over your pants, a motion so you don't have to meet his eyes. "I wanted you to know. It didn't say it to leave, I said it so maybe you could understand my, ah, hesitation." 

Magnus hums, a soft noise that sends a chill straight down the length of your spine. "Very well. I appreciated you disclosing such to me, rest assured it will not be breathed to another soul." 

Most described Ultra Magnus as stuffy and overly formal, the exact opposite of a rule-breaker and in basic terms, boring. You've never found him to be any of those things, preaching about his solicitude and forbearing nature, a true force to be reckoned with. At a glance together, the two of you could generally be compared as exact inverses, your upbeat attitude was no match for his nearly permanent frown, but it was a match made well, a trusted method to the madness you both often found yourselves in. 

"Thanks, Mags." He scoffs at the nickname but pulls a servo free that was previously across his knee. 

"Is there something I can provide to palliate some of your fear?" It's not an odd request, thinking it over for half a second before nodding your head, one of your tell-tale smiles breaking through at his query. Magnus loves your smile, the way your entire face alights with an unimaginable amount of content. 

"Actually," You start, beginning to feel that wariness subside. "There is one thing." 

Your ask was not that much of an ask, rather than an action that Magnus likely would have offered later on in the trip anyway. You've come to sit on his shoulder countless times, and he dares to think he likes you there best because he can better address you, and it's a position that keeps you close to him. Your fingers find their usual spot atop his plating, almost leaning into your touch. 

"For the arachnids?" He muses, sending a small smile your way, now standing to his full height, albeit painfully slow. 

"I'm not thinking about the ones likely above us, so please don't remind me." A breathy laugh escapes your lips, catching his gaze as he continues onwards. "I really do appreciate it, Magnus. Normally people just look at me like I'm crazy and tell me to get over it."

The look he sends you is a mix of confusion and alarm. "You are not crazy, y/n. It's a genuine fear, that is nothing to take lightly." 

Something that hasn't happened in a long while was the kick-on of his cooling fans, the systems whirring to life as you lean over to kiss his cheek gently. The touch is soft, much softer than anything else that's brushed his outer plating, and while it took him by surprise, he hoped he covered it well enough. "Such a gentleman," And it's not a coo, it's a statement, nearly a whisper but wholehearted. 

Ultra Magnus adores you, that is downright obvious to anyone who observes your interactions, but one would have to search a little deeper to discover the reasoning. Upon first contact meeting you, you had nearly fainted, and that is a memory he'd like to permanently remove from his processor as he thought he offlined you. After that initial interaction, it'd be fair to assume you'd want little to do with him, though he was infatuated with you nonetheless. 

It took him with great surprise that you always ended up next to him, nearly standing behind his leg at first as if you were reserved but comfortable around him. Very early on, you had even accidentally touched the back of his knee, and he nearly choked on his sentence. Upon opening up to him, there was little where he would go, that you would not. 

He's heard the comparison of those with kind hearts and the patience of a saint. Primus knows that you've put up with his bluntness and unfamiliarity with the terrain, a simple gesture that means bounds to him. "Everything okay?" You ask, cocking your head to the side at his faraway look. 

"Of course." Magnus resounds, going to straighten his posture before realizing where you are. "Many thanks." 

His words are so formal sometimes he reminds you of an old professor you've had, gentle but stately. It makes him more attractive in a way, admiring sometimes how he slips up and talks to you with a bit more casualty in his tone, especially when he's exhausted. You wonder if anyone else has seen him in these moments, but then again, it's likely if they have, it wouldn't be something worth advertising. 

"No worries." You smile, quietly tucking your legs underneath you. "How far now, Maggy?"

Now his brow furrows, groaning. "Must you?"

"I must." Nodding, you laugh aloud when you catch him rolling his optics. 

"Another dozen yards or so. You'll be alright?" Taking a deep breath, you silently exhale through your nose. 

"Yessir," He's come to like the feeling of your palms, nearly melting under their minute pressure. "I'll be just fine." 

[buckysgrace]

The Candle That Burns Deep pt 2

Part One

@sadhours my beloved here is the second part, thank you for requesting hehee ily

CW: Cheating, blow jobs, Unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint??

Steve Harrington x Bi!reader (sorry once again Robin rip)

You felt terrible.

It was slowly killing you inside. The awful things that you did. And who you did it with. Steve should've been the last person you sought out. Him and Robin were close, like siblings. Platonic soulmates. you were sure he knew more about her than you did.

You had debated about telling her, then ultimately decided not to. You weren't sure what she would do if she found that that you had slept with Steve. You didn't want to hurt her.

But that didn't stop the guilt from eating at you. It got worse every day and you found yourself doing whatever you could to avoid Steve. Any time you were in the same room it grew awkward. There was tension now, strong and thick. You feared that Robin would grow suspicious.

But it was hard. It was so frustratingly difficult to stay away from Steve. You swore you didn't feel anything for him before, even if you were aware of how attractive he was.

You were drawn into him now, forced to stare at his floppy hair and big brown eyes. You enjoyed the way his pink lips curled into a smile, how his teeth were always white and shiny. He spoke with his hands and had so many moles and freckles that you were sure you could spend hours counting.

You were, without a doubt, fucked.

“What’s this for?” His warm voice rang through the kitchen, taking you by surprise as you jolted in your spot. You cleared your throat, avoiding his soft gaze as you pretended like you weren't just thinking about him.

“Our anniversary,” You spoke slowly, sternly, “Mine and Robin’s.” You clarified, furrowing your eyebrows together in worry that he may somehow think you were speaking about him. That was silly.

“She’ll like that,” Steve responded, unable to help himself as he used his finger to swipe off a piece of the icing. He met your eyes, watching the way the colors intensified as he brought the icing onto his tongue slowly, “Sweet.” He mumbled as he licked his finger clean, quite happy with the way you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“Steve-,” You dragged out slowly, unsure of what you were really going to say. All you could do was stare at the way his tongue flicked out against his fingers. You pictured his fingers inside of your cunt, buried deep as he lapped at your clit.

You both froze, the hair on you standing straight up as you listened to Robin come clambering down the hallway. She had a cheery look on her face, but it disappeared as she looked at you two. You felt your heart crash to the floor, sure that she knew.

“Oh you dingus,” Robin whined as she looked at the cake, “You messed it up.” She responded as she gestured towards the cake. You exhaled, feeling like you had almost lost the ability to breathe.

“I took one little lick, you can’t even notice.” Steve scoffed, brushing her off as he leaned against the counter in amusement. You did your best not to stare, trying to ignore the way his shirt drifted up over his midriff.

“You put your nasty finger in it, of course I’m going to notice.” She huffed, shaking her head as she moved her arms around your waist.For the first time in your relationship, you shied away, unable to handle her touching you while Steve was staring so intensely.

"Do you want a Coke?" You asked her instead, playing it off as you opened the fridge, "I'm so thirsty." You drew out playfully, sighing deeply like you were parched.

"Sure," She said, looking at you curiously as you took several swigs from the can before you handed it to her. You wiped the liquid away from the corner of your lips, swallowing the bubbles roughly as you ignored Steve's look, "You alright?" Robin looked at you curiously, her gaze and tone softer as she inspected you.

"Mhm," You responded quickly as you handed the can towards her. You took a silent inhale, keeping your features relaxed as you reminded yourself that everything was fine, “I can cover the icing up anyways.” You said a second later, shrugging your shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I guess,” Robin replied, still looking a little disgruntled as she turned towards the cake once again, “You know, Steve is like our toddler practice.” She said teasingly, fully expecting him to laugh along. 

“What does that mean?” He asked curiously, almost looking offended as he rested a hand on his hip. You stared for a moment, trying not to think about how long and slender his fingers were. You quickly took another gulp from the can, needing to satisfy your hunger in some way. 

It had been hard, so desperately difficult not to think about him when you were Robin. But it was like he’d invaded your mind. He was all you could think about. You missed how his lips molded against yours, how his tongue felt against your clit and how his cock stretched your fluttering walls. You pressed your legs together, suddenly a lot more bothered than before. 

“We’ve talked about kids before,” She said as she knitted her eyebrows together, “You’re like the perfect practice. We’ll know what to expect.” She replied again, laughing a little bit as she turned your way again. You pressed a stiff smile against your lips, feeling like you’d long forgotten the mention of children.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids.” Steve said as he pulled his lips into a gentle frown, then shrugged his shoulders like he wasn’t bothered by it. But you caught the look in his eyes; accusing. You felt the walls around you suddenly closing in. 

"I'm going to get ready. I'll be down soon." You told her, already dreading what the night would hold. You felt like you were doomed, like soon all of your secrets would come pouring out. Or that she would just know. Both scenarios terrified you.

You locked yourself into your shared bedroom, holding your palm flat against your chest as you willed your heart to calm down. You were so panicked about Robin finding out, but even more worried that you didn't regret what happened. You feared that meant it would happen again. It couldn't. But deep down, you knew that you wanted it to. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror for the longest time, breathing in deeply until the guilt was erased from your eyes. Everything would be fine. It would never happen again and you would never hurt Robin. That should be no problem.

But the more you stared, the more you imagined Steve approaching you. You thought of the way his hands slid against yours, how his warm breath felt against your face and how he looked at you with such adoration. It left you weak all over again. 

"Hey," Robin popped her head in, making you jolt as her blue eyes scanned over your form for just a second, "I'm gonna run and go pick the food up, do you want anything to drink?" She asked bubbly, eyes wide with delight as she approached. 

"Is Steve going?' You asked as you pressed your fingers together. Your anniversary dinners with Robin were always the same. Burgers and fries from the restaurant you used to work at, where you met her. It was romantic, everything you could ask for. Yet you didn’t want to spend the night with her. You were losing your mind. 

"To get our anniversary dinner?" Robin questioned sarcastically, making you force out a laugh in response. Of course he wasn't. You'd be alone with him. Perfect. You felt like you needed to chain yourself to your bed, but perhaps he’d like that as well. 

"Right," You nodded your head, "Sorry. Silly question." You responded, pulling a smile to your lips as she kissed the corner of your mouth. You breathed in deeply, pretending to be busy as she left. You just needed to distract yourself until she got back.

You fussed with the sheets on the bed, then with the clothes you were wearing. The room soon became too much for you; constant reminders of how happy you two were. How loyal you once were. It was driving you mad.

You slowly shut the door behind you, trying not to make a noise as you then dragged yourself down the hallway. You lingered near Steve's room for just a second too long, making you shake the thoughts from your mind. A shower. You needed a really cold shower.

You startled as you turned the corner, nearly bumping into the person you were trying to avoid as he tumbled from the bathroom. Steam rolled out of the room with him, leaving you in a cloudy haze as water dripped from his hair and onto his smooth shoulders.

His hands fell to your waist, holding you steady so you didn't topple straight into his wet skin. Your body burned where he touched, lighting your body into thick flames. You moved your eyes across the hair on his chest, across the moles that decorated his skin like constellations.

"Funny meeting you like this," He mumbled as his hands stayed glued to your hips, making all of your insides melt as you met his dark eyes, "What are you rushing around for?" He asked, his eyes more brown than green. They were pretty, really pretty.

"Just getting ready for Robin," You replied once you found your voice, trying to act like you weren't picking out the different colors in his eyes, "She'll be here soon." You said, trying to remember where you were going for your picnic. It all seemed so far away now, like a distant dream. 

"Maybe," He said in agreement, speaking slowly as his eyes stayed glued to your lips, "Traffic is pretty bad at this time." He breathed out as he brushed his thumbs into your flesh. It was enough to topple you over.

“Sometimes,” You agreed softly, trying to will yourself to push him away. It was like your body reacted in the opposite manner, shifting a little closer as you were sure he could hear your heart beating from this close distance, “Not always.” You nodded your head, watching the way his pink lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smile.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids,” He said at last, shaking his head softly as his gaze continued to linger against your mouth, “You never told me that.” He mumbled, looking like he had a thousand different mischievous thoughts lingering in his mind. 

"Steve," You breathed out softly, hotly as you stared at his pretty hazel eyes, "This can't happen again." You told him, wishing that your voice was fierce and stern. You felt weak, knowing just how badly you wanted him. You wondered if he was just toying with you, trying to prove how weak you were. 

"What can't happen again?" He asked, his eyes drifting down towards the curve of your lips. You darted your eyes across the freckles on his nose, desperately wanting to see just how far they decorated his skin.

"Us," You mumbled, fully aware of how close he was to you now, "It's wrong." You told him, feeling the electricity forming between the two of you. You thought of how well his cock had fit inside of you, how your walls had hugged his girth snuggly.

His gaze was dark and heavy again, just as it had been that night. You drifted your lips across his pretty pink lips, thinking of how nicely they'd molded against your own. You wanted to taste him again, badly. 

"I thought it was our little secret?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders softly as if it was no big deal. Your skin erupted into flames as he continued to press his thumbs against your skin, nearly making you fall to your knees as you felt the shameful feeling fill you again.

You met his eyes fully for a moment, realizing just how desperately he wanted it too. You could deal with the guilt later; could live with it for the rest of your life. You just needed one thing at the moment. Him.

He brought his lips down against yours first, kissing you soft and hesitant. You moved your lips just as shyly before your body picked up, pressing yourself flush against his body as your mouth moved against his more urgently.

He brought his large hands to your face, cupping your cheeks as his lips became rough against yours. It was sloppy, messy and you savored it all. There was something primal about kissing Steve, something that made you melt as desperate sounds left his lips. 

Your tongue fell against his, lapping at his mouth as thoughts about how wrong it was slowly disappeared. All you could focus on was him. How nice he smelt, how warm his skin felt against yours and how he gripped you tightly. Like he was afraid he was going to lose you. 

You pushed him back, enjoying the way a groan left his mouth and tingled across your lips. It made you that more feverish, desperate to feel more of him as you tugged the towel free from his waist. You stared for a moment, pleasure rushing between your legs as you observed his hardened cock. 

All previous thoughts had disappeared as you kissed down the curve of his neck, enjoying the soft sounds that rolled off of his tongue. He had the prettiest groans. It made your stomach twist in pleasure, made you desperate as you fell to your knees.

A gasp left his lips as he stared down at you, eyes dark and hazy as you wrapped your fingers around his thick girth. You enjoyed how he filled out in your hand, how pink his tip was and the way he throbbed against your skin. He felt so thick and heavy against your palm, something that no toy could compare to. 

"S'pretty," You breathed out, not caring how it sounded as his hips moved in the motions of your hand. You took a broad lick of the length of his cock, savoring how heavy and warm he felt against your tongue, "Like that?" You whispered, desperate to hear just how much he enjoyed you.

"Mhm," He groaned as he threaded his fingers through his own hair, his eyebrows wrinkling together as you wrapped your lips around his tip. You bobbed your head slowly, flicking your tongue across the underside of his cock as you breathed in the fresh scent of him, "Jesus, fuck. S'nice." He mumbled as he pressed his hips forward, thrusting his long cock further inside of your mouth.

Your lips burned as they stretched around his thick girth, your throat aching at the way he kept hitting the back of your throat. You felt your eyes fluttering from the rough motions but refused to look away from his pleasure. You wanted to keep it in your memory, to savor it. 

You moved your head in the motions of his thrusts, moaning at the way he continued to snap his hips forward. His groans filled the hallway, tickling at your ears as you slowly squeezed at his balls. It earned a cry from him, making your movements a little faster as you desperately wanted to hear more from him. 

Drool slid from the corner of your mouth as you gagged roughly around him. You moved your fingers around his base, spreading your drool across his exposed girth as you lapped at the sides of his cock. You moved your other hand to his thigh, keeping yourself balanced as you felt your clit throbbing in anticipation. 

“Fuck, Jesus Christ,” He whined, making your thighs twitch together as you did your best to keep from seeking friction. He wasn’t fully touching you yet, but you could already feel how wet you had grown, “Such a slutty mouth, taking my cock so good. Fuck. God.” He spit out, cheeks burning as he stared down at you with hooded eyes.

You gagged as you pressed more of him down your throat, furrowing your eyebrows tightly as you tried to concentrate on your motions. You wanted to impress him, to show just how good you could handle him. And you wanted to feel him, to taste him all over your tongue and down your throat. 

"Wait, wait," He breathed out roughly as he slowly slid his hard cock from your mouth, making a pout form on your lips as he panted out, "Wanna feel you. C'mere." He begged as he tugged you back onto your feet.

Your thighs trembled, your knees threatening to give out as he pressed you up against the wall. You ignored the way the pictures that were hanging shook, how they threatened to fall as he began stripping you from the clothes you had so delicately put on. You didn’t care about how you looked after, about how risky it was. You just needed him. 

They fell into a pile by his towel, joining the discarded mess as he hooked your leg over his waist. You held onto his biceps, gasping as he began to drag his pink tip over your pretty pussy. He sighed roughly, a whine slipping free as his anguish rang free in your ears. 

"Tell me to stop," He begged as he dropped his forehead against yours, his nose bumping against your skin softly, "Tell me to go away." He groaned as he slid his cock through your folds again, making you grind your hips forward.

You should. You should push him away and tell him to never touch you again. That was the smart thing to do. You didn't do that though. You couldn't even think about doing that. You needed him, no matter the consequences. It felt too good. 

"I want you," You said softly, slowly as you brought your eyes up towards his again. You rubbed your palms across his jawline, then cupped his chin. He met your eyes, making your heart thump slowly as your stomach twisted. It was too intimate, far too intimate, "Please. I need you."

He nodded his head in agreement, groaning as he gripped the base of his cock and slowly slid himself inside of your wet hole. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, his lips slowly parting as he slowly slid in inch by inch. You gaped, letting your head fall back against the wall as the pleasure spread through your body. You wanted to look at him too, but it was too hard to try and concentrate when it felt this good. 

His cock stretched you out, making your eyes flutter in bliss as he bottomed out inside of you. He rubbed at the back of your thigh, grunting as he slowly rutted into you. Your back fell against the wall, your chest flush against his. 

A loud sigh left your mouth as you were sure nothing had ever felt this good before. You rocked against him, crying out at the way his cock curved inside of you. He fit snuggly, the tip of him pressing against your bundle of nerves with each little movement. It was like he was a part of you, molding against your skin. 

"Steve," You moaned as you dug your fingertips into his flesh, desperately needing him closer as he built up a steady rhythm. His skin met yours with urgency, rocking into you deeply as you pressed yourself even closer to him, "More. Please, please. I need you."

His grunts filled your ears, blending with the sound of your moans as you dragged his cock in and out of your wet cunt with a new sense of desperation. You moved your hands to his strong jawline, gripping him tightly before you brought your mouth up against his.

Your lips molded against his nicely, fitting perfectly before he slid his tongue against yours. You moaned at the sensation, whimpering as your stomach coiled in pleasure. The back of your neck grew warm and sweaty, your body burning at the perfect way his cock fit inside of you. Like a missing puzzle piece.

"Jesus," He grunted as he pulled away, a line of spit connecting you two as he rutted deeper into your cunt, "Feel so good. You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight. She’s squeezing me so good." He rambled out hoarsely, moaning between each word.

His words spread through your body, tickling you with pleasure and deep lust as you dragged your lips against the side of his mouth. You clung to him, squeezing roughly as the sound of your flesh meeting bounced off of the walls.

He gripped your hips a little tighter, moving you along the length of his cock with a fresh urgency. You could feel yourself leaking around him, pulling him in deeper as you felt yourself losing sense of time and where you were. All you could focus on was him, on how he felt like he was a missing puzzle piece to yourself. 

"God, Stevie," You whined as you rocked your hips against him, feeling incoherent with pleasure as your legs began to tremble, "Right there, oh my God. Fuck, fuck." You squealed in bliss, crying out as the pleasure tumbled through you.

He licked at his fingers quickly before he brought them down between your legs, rubbing at your sensitive clit quickly. You cried out, gripping his biceps tightly at the way he rolled circled into your throbbing bud. 

Steve’s features were wrinkled up in pleasure, his eyebrows knitted together as he roughly dragged his cock in and out of your cunt. You whined at the obscene sounds your bodies made as they met, almost like your own sinful melody. 

Your body seized, your clit throbbing roughly as your pussy clamped down around his cock. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, pulsing as you shook around him. Your high washed over you, making you cry out from it all. 

“Fuck,” He groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, thrusting into you slowly and deep as your orgasm continued to tingle through your body, “So fucking close. You feel so good.”

“Gonna cum inside me, Steve?” You asked him, whispering into his ear as his moans turned into whines. It made your body shiver, your fingers dig deep into his skin as he held you close. You could feel his sweaty skin pressing against yours, almost like you were molding together.

“Jesus,” He groaned loudly before burying his face in your neck, moaning as he bottomed out inside of your wet cunt, “Fuck, fuck.” He whined, his cock twitching as thick ropes of his cum filled your fluttering hole.

You brushed your cheek against his, enjoying the way he panted into your skin as the feeling washed over you. Everything felt so good, like you were on fire. You didn’t want to let go of him this time. It was sinful, dirty. But it was yours. Your own little secret to keep. You could live with that. 

He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily against the crook of your neck as you both tried to come down from your high. You whined in protest, missing the feeling of his cock already as he slid himself free.

You were worried this time, looking at the way he dipped away as if he couldn’t look at you. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want Steve to hate you.

Your words died at your tongue as he knelt in front of you, making you croon as he gave your clit a gentle kiss. He looked up at you, chuckling and eyes full of amusement before he tapped your left foot.

You raised it, obeying him as he slid your panties around your ankle. You switched motions a second later, heart racing at the gentle way he slid your panties up over your thighs. He played with the band for a moment, then snapped it against your skin as he pulled away with a smirk.

“I think you should go on your cute little date,” He said slowly, making your eyes snap towards him in confusion, “All filled with my cum, don’t you think?”

Some tags for those who were interested in part two :)

@pootcullen @prettypeachsworld @bobbilionstar

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You're Just The Right Size (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2120 words. Hurt/comfort and fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Homelander feels self-conscious about his height, and you make him feel better with expert big boy appreciation.

Homelander has a meeting today with Stan Edgar, the CEO of Vought. You personally have never met Mr. Edgar and barely know anything about him, but you have noticed Homelander's anxiety spike whenever they have their little 'discussions'. Somehow, this man not only shows no fear of Homelander, but managed to turn the tables and actually scare the giant supe. On days like these, whatever words he exchanges with Mr. Edgar tend to leave him a bit more gloomy than usual, so you have scheduled in to get off work early to spend more time making him feel better.

When you enter Homelander's penthouse, you call out for him but hear no response. Perplexed, you drop your belongings off at the entrance and start walking inside, expecting to see him moping in the living room. Instead, all you see is his large body huddled into a ball on the couch with his back facing you. You can hear him sniffling and trying to stifle his sobs in your presence; even in times like this he still wants to uphold his bravado and not be completely vulnerable in front of you.

"Oh, honey," you breathe. You've never seen him get this distressed before, and it pains you not knowing how long he has been up here by himself. You climb up onto the oversized couch, nestling yourself into the edge by the armrest. His head is buried in the corner, leaving you enough of a sliver to sit down without being knocked off by his massive back and shoulders.

When you try to console Homelander by placing your hand on his shoulder, you are disheartened when he jerks away from you. Usually he will do anything to get closer to your contact, but right now it appears like he doesn't want anything to do with you. However, you are not going to just leave him alone to collapse further into his sadness. He deserves better.

Again, you put your hand on his shoulder, refusing to back down when he attempts to shake you off. After a while, he huffs in an annoyed acceptance that you aren't going to give up on him, even if it's what he really wanted all along. Gingerly, you begin massaging him as you gauge where he is mentally.

"Mr. Edgar hurt you pretty bad?" you ask, trying to choose your words carefully, as the last thing you want is to trouble him further. When Homelander gives you a tentative nod, you move your hand from his shoulder up to pet the back of his head.

"I'm so sorry sweetie," you try to cheer him up, combing your fingers through his hair. "You know I'm not going anywhere. We're going to get through this together."

Seeming to appreciate your words, Homelander pushes himself back slightly to angle his head into your lap. You still aren't able to see his face as he has buried it into your chest, but you can feel from the wetness growing on your shirt how much he has been crying.

"Can you tell me what he said?" you inquire. You want him to open up and relieve the heaviness he's carrying in his heart, hoping your soothing can keep him grounded.

"H-he… h-he s-said…" Homelander stutters, tensing as he struggles to let his walls down. There is so much that he wants to tell you, to bare his soul about everything Edgar told him that's left him so insecure. But right now he finds it so difficult to talk, trapped in this mute headspace that's stopping his mouth from forming the sentences that are swirling around in his mind. Instead, he settles on getting out the simplest sentence, and what bothered him the most. "I-I… I-I-I'm a-a-a… m-m-monst-ter…" he manages to whisper before breaking down, the weight of those words hitting him like a freight train.

You are unsure of what you can say in this situation, powerless to stop this colossal mountain of a man from bawling and hyperventilating in your lap. He is desperate for any form of tactile comfort, but he still refuses to touch you with his gigantic, destructive hands. Despite knowing you have no fear of him, he is terrified that he will injure you if he attempts to hold you right now. Instead, he wraps his arms around himself in a pathetic simulation of a hug.

Regardless of your own feelings of helplessness, you decide to hug his head tightly while you let him work through his emotions. You bring your heartbeat closer to his ears while you breathe deeply in and out, doing your best to help him focus on you. Thankfully, after a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing this seems to work as his shaky breaths begin to slow down and match your steady ones.

Once he has calmed down enough, or at least ran out of tears, you give him a light tap on his head to signal him to separate himself from his hiding place and look at you with his red, puffy eyes. As if he is completely in sync with you, he understands what you're after and slowly flips over onto his back and moves further up onto the couch to rest his head on the armrest. This allows you to prop yourself up on Homelander's abs, finally letting you get a clear look at him. He looks like he's been through the wringer, eyes saturated and face physically drained, with his hands clenched tight by his sides. The trauma of his childhood has broken through the armoured exterior he's tried to hard to maintain, and now its fragility is entirely exposed to you.

"You aren't a monster, baby," you reassure him, leaning closer to stroke his cheek. "You might be a little larger than most people, but that just means there's more of you for me to love. There's nothing about you that's scary."

"Can I show you?" you ask, smiling warmly as you sit back upright. Although he is apprehensive at how you could possibly make him feel better about being a giant freak, he cautiously nods. He doesn't want to disappoint you, especially if you already have this speech prepared.

"Well… for starters, you have these lovely big hands," you say, picking up one of Homelander's hands. You take your time to run your hand down his large fingers, each one longer than your entire hand. When you look up at him, he is thoroughly engrossed by your every movement, unable to tear his vision away for a split second.

"They're the perfect size to pick me up with," you continue, gesturing for him to turn his hand over so you can make the same motions along his palm. "They're so warm, soft… and gentle," you note, drawing little hearts along the creases.

"And then you have these big arms," you proceed, brushing your hand up from his wrist to his bicep, which is practically the same circumference as your head. "The right size for me to fit in so snugly," you comment, giving his bicep a firm squeeze. "For the world's best hugs."

"And your big pecs," you detail as you pat Homelander's chest, the length of which is wider across than your shoulders. "They're the best size for me to rest my head on," you remark as you feel along his pecs with your palms, pressing into the soft cushion from his suit's padding. "For first-rate cuddles."

"And your big shoulders," you tell him, moving your hands up to lightly knead his trapezius muscles. His shoulders are twice the length of your own, not even including his eagle pauldrons. "They're the proper size to wrap around when you hold me," you proclaim, lifting your hands up to his neck to caress his jawline with your thumbs.

"And then you have this big head," you say, continuing to raise your hands up from Homelander's jaw to his hair. "It's got a lot of great things about it."

"You have such beautiful hair, which I can't stop combing my fingers through," you explain as you run your nails through his undercut, causing him to whimper. He really can't stop himself from making such happy little noises when you scratch his head like that; you just have this power over him.

"Your big eyes," you add, moving your hands down to his temples. You feel Homelander stiffen slightly as you stop his favourite head scratches, but he quickly softens when you delicately wipe the remaining tears away from his eyes. "That never fail to make me smile, because they always look at me with such love that I can't help but feel happy."

"This big nose", you go on, lowering your hands down to his cheeks. When you rub your nose against his, you can feel him fighting not to use his full strength to push completely into you. "It never forgets to let me know that it appreciates my cooking… or my choice of shampoo", you giggle, kissing the tip of his nose.

"And finally, your big mouth," you state, at last resting your hands back down to Homelander's jaw. "Sometimes it says some really stupid stuff. And sometimes it can be really mean," you reflect, ghosting your fingers over his lip to feel them tremble at your featherlight touches. "But it also tells me how much you love me, and it always makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world," you reveal, subsequently leaning in for a kiss.

Homelander closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose, letting go of the tension he was reluctantly holding onto as he becomes consumed by your affection. Absentmindedly, his hands shift from his sides up to your back, finally allowing himself to hold onto your tiny body.

It doesn't even register in his mind anymore that your frame is so much smaller than him, or how his lips are twice the size of yours. Right now, all he can observe is how easily you've silenced the negative voices in his head, just by being yourself. Truly, you are the guardian swaddling this lost little boy in your blanket of love, protecting him from the vicious beasts that want nothing more than to wound him more than he already has been.

When you eventually break from your kiss, Homelander's gaze flutters open to reveal how dilated his pupils have become from your heartfelt praises. At long last, his body feels like it's been released from the all of the internal torment he was holding onto from Edgar's words, melted into a malleable dough from your compassion.

"It doesn't matter what everyone else has to say," you declare, still cupping his face. His raw eyes are utterly fixated on you, soaking in every word of your admiration. "They're all wrong. They don't know how special you are."

"You're just the right size. My perfect, big boy," you promise him, giving him a gentle peck on his forehead. You leave one hand on his cheek while you gently stroke the top of his hair with the other. "Who are you, Homelander?"

"I… I-I'm your… b-big boy," he mumbles, desperate to hear more validation. He is doing his best not to blink, refusing to miss even a millisecond of your adoration.

"That's right", you hum, smiling at this sad child masquerading as an intimidating eight foot tall superhuman. "You are my big boy. And I think you deserve to know how good you are, right?"

Swallowing thickly, he nods at your honey-laced request, trying not to seem too enthusiastic. He wonders why he even had doubts that you would make him feel better about himself, you always know precisely what he needs.

"Mmmmph…" he sighs soundly when you resume scratching his scalp, purposefully giving him the most attention in his favourite spots. Chuckling, you feel your body vibrating from the deep purring emanating from Homelander's chest, a telltale sign that he has become putty in your hands. He grips onto you tightly, not enough to hurt you, but just to reassure himself that you aren't going anywhere.

When he's in this vulnerable state, you could ask him to do anything for you and he would do it without any hesitation. He would bring the moon down from space, steal the Eiffel Tower from France, rob the Crown Jewels from the Tower of London, or even wipe any city you desire off the map. And yet, he knows you never would. You aren't placating him for selfish reasons, it's purely because you love him and want him to be happy.

And one day, Homelander wishes he could find a way to show you how much he loves you too.

[bellestarot]

Jude Bellingham's Reading

August 08, 2024

Right Now

He's waiting on a guy his age for something, but it's not clear what it might be. This person is someone he's close to, like a friend.

He's really tired or fed up with the party lifestyle he's living. I think he's super bored because everything is just so predictable—the way things are done and how the night always ends. He's been feeling a bit drained from that part of his life.

He's been working a lot too, helping out his family, or if he has kids, he's been providing the best he can for them financially. I also see him as really passionate and bold. Maybe he has some fire signs in his chart. He's got his eye on someone and is basically competing with someone else for their attention.

Love Life

He's apparently in a relationship or has a very genuine connection with someone he loves a lot. It's a really sincere bond, but right now, he feels rejected by this person.

It's like he tried to get closer, and they didn't want to talk at that moment, so he's been feeling a bit upset about it. They seem distant from each other right now. I'm not sure if he's traveling or if the other person is, but there's a significant distance between them, which has been an obstacle, especially for their communication and what they really want to say to each other.

He loves this person a lot, but it was quite difficult to win them over because they have a strong personality. He had to use all his tricks to win over the person he has now, and he feels like their arrival in his life changed everything, turning it completely upside down.

He admires this person a lot—it's his ideal type—and he definitely has plans to build something big with them.

Career

Right now, he's really happy working in a team with others. There's a guy he's very close to, possibly an earth sign, and they have a lot of projects in mind. They make a great duo, and he really values that. However, there are some things he finds draining, and it seems like the universe is giving him these challenges as a test of patience and effort. He’s dealing with some things that feel like too much to handle, but there's a bigger meaning behind it all.

There's a woman he really wants to work with, and it seems like it’s related to various things, including sponsorships or something profitable that he knows will be good for his career. He’s really hoping for this partnership because he thinks it would look great visually with them working side by side.

He has many proposals and opportunities coming his way, but he's unsure about which one to choose. He still has a lot of doubts about how to make the right decision because he worries about making wrong or hasty choices and then regretting them later.

Family

He financially supports his family, and I think something went wrong with a money-related situation. It's like they made an investment, and it didn’t yield the return they were expecting.

They feel that the trust they had in it didn’t pay off as hoped, leading to a lot of disappointment. What they thought would be amazing turned out to be good but not enough for them, overall.

But he has a good connection with his family, even though they’re distant right now—maybe just talking through calls. He really loves his family, and there's a chance that someone in the family might be expecting a baby, which makes him really happy too.

Friendships

He really loves his friends. I think there's a Libra friend he loves spending time with. There’s another friend who is more of a party buddy than someone he has deep conversations with because he doesn't like how this person talks—he finds it a bit rude. But he enjoys hanging out with them because they’re fun.

There's also a friend he's physically attracted to, so there might be a friends-with-benefits situation there. And then there’s another friend who he feels betrayed by.

He feels like he's suffering because of something he did to a friend in the past, and now he's experiencing a similar situation himself. The energy is always heavy with this situation. So, he’s waiting to see what the next steps will be in this friendship.

Future

He’ll definitely be in a long and happy relationship with someone. I see that this person will be much more mature than he is and very beautiful. They might even have a child together and I can see him getting married in the future.

He’ll be pressured to make a decision about his work that will result in a definite end to something.

I also see him working with a female figure in the future, which will generate a lot of money for both of them. This partnership will lead him to make some significant changes in his life.

I see him going through a “tower moment” where he’ll need to disconnect from the materialistic world he’s been living in to reconnect with his emotions, with people, and with conversations.

[fandomnerd9602]

Proposal

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

For @lifespectator

Things were finally slowing down for the Avengers, Earth finally had a little bit of peace. Tony had retired, Steve went back in time. But for Wanda, there was still one thing that alluded her.

Wanda always wanted a family. It always alluded her. She had yet to truly fall in love. No real dates or engagements. But yet she always had you, her best friend. You were her support on most field missions.

The two of you hung out after missions. Little lunch hangouts, times at the movies, the record shops. Wanda always felt normal with you. Honestly it surprised her that you didn’t have anyone in your life yet.

“Surely you could find yourself a girlfriend” Wanda found herself laughing one night.

“Hey if I’m not too busy saving the world, I’m saving you” you respond with a smile.

Wanda always looked forward to hanging out with her best friend. You were there for her thru every heartache and painful memory.

But now things were changing. The Avengers were coming to an end. The world was safe and Thanos was gone. Tony had settled down. Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. And all Wanda could think about was her next step.

“You are you don’t wished to be trained?” Wong asks Wanda as she packs up her things.

“I-I think it’s time I retire,” Wanda states, “I-I want to be a mother. I want a home in the suburbs and…I can’t get that as an Avenger”

“Motherhood” Wong smirks, “some would say it’s more dangerous than being a superhero”

“The hardest part is trying find a donor. Someone to be the father of my kids” Wanda rubs her neck shyly. “I-I did think of someone”

“Who?”

“(Y/N)” she gives a nervous laugh.

“Y/N?” Wong simply summons a portal and leaves, “good luck Maximoff”

Wanda finishes packing her belongings from her room. She couldn’t help but smile. You were her first choice. Her only choice really. Honestly she couldn’t think of anyone else, she didn’t want anyone else.

Wanda’s thoughts were disrupted by the sudden sound of her ringtone. A simple glance to her phone reveals your name on her caller ID.

“Hey Red” you smile from your end of the phone call.

“Hey” Wanda smiles.

“I bought a little house in Westview, a couple miles from the compound” you explain, “I was wondering if you’d come and see it with me”

“Y-yeah” Wanda found herself giggling. A little house hunting with her best friend.

You and Wanda drive to the address, as you told her, a couple miles from the compound in the cozy little town of Westview. It was still trying to recover after the Snap, like all towns were. But it's property costs were low and the value was only rising.

"And here we are" you smile as you pull outside a two story suburban house. It had a classic brick style to it with a white picket fence. Wanda couldn't help but gasp. It was everything she ever dreamed of, like a long forgotten desire.

"You have a great eye" Wanda whispers.

You pull out the key, "Wanna take a look?"

Every step, every moment that Wanda spent in that house. It made her fall in love with it, more and more. Spending each moment with you, how you talked about your dreams for the place, it all made her fall for you more and more too.

Wanda found herself dreaming of the life she could have in this house with you. Your children taking their first steps. Your first Christmas in this house with her.

"I-It's a lot of room for just one person" Wanda remarks as your guided tour came to an end.

"Well I'm gonna need a roommate" you rub the back of your neck, "figured you might be interest?"

Wanda nodded so fiercely, "yes! I'd love to."

Moving day was fast approaching and yet Wanda was still unsure of how to approach you with her little proposal. She never thought it'd be so difficult to ask someone such a question. But even practicing it in the mirror left her tongue tied.

You finished moving all the boxes of your stuff and hers into the house. You gave Wanda the master bedroom, you were more than happy taking the guest room. Wanda glances down the hallway from the master bedroom. There was still two empty rooms. Perfect, in her mind, for two kids.

You rolled out a sleeping bag in your room. "Where's your bed?" Wanda asks

"Still in the mail." you huff, "never had to buy one when I was an Avenger."

"Well mine's already assembled, you can sleep with me" Wanda said nonchalantly, she immediately found herself going beet red. "I-I mean we can share a bed...I-I-"

You laugh, "I got what you mean, Red. Come on downstairs, I got take out ready for us"

You got the fireplace lit and a little TV set up for Wanda. It didn't take her long to locate a network playing the Dick Van Dyke show. You and Wanda spend the better part of the evening talking about old memories at the compound.

"Y/N" Wanda found herself swallowing hard. "I-I think I know what I want to do with the rest of my life."

"Alright Red, tell me" you smile at her.

"I want a family." Wanda takes a deep breath, "I want kids. I want a white picket fence. I-I want to be a mother"

"Wow" you reply, "I think you'd be perfect at that"

"Really?"

"Yeah" you smile, 'you'd be an amazing mother. I can see it now, you'd cheer for your kids at every game. You'd be an amazing guide for them. Knowing you, you'd be perfect at that. Any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother. I just hope that I'm there to see it"

Wanda blushes and blurts out, "I want you to be the father of my kids"

"Me?" you find yourself in shock

"I shouldn't have said that," Wanda tries to get up but you take her hand

"You want me to be their father?" you can feel some tears forming in your eyes.

"I-I mean we can go through a fertility clinic" Wanda tries to explain, "but honestly you're so kind and loving and I can't think of anyone else that I'd want to be the father of my kids. I-I love you."

"I've always loved you" you whisper back. "I-I was okay just being your friend. I-I thought that's all you wanted."

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck. Your hands move instinctively to her waist.

"So will you?" Wanda smiles, "please?"

"I want strings" you smile back, "I want to be there for you through it all."

Wanda giggles, "I'll take it. You, me, strings and all" She laughs with pure joy.

You pull her into a kiss. Her breath hitches. It felt so small and yet so perfect too. She kisses you back. First once then twice.

"Y/N?" she asks you in a gentle whisper

"Hmm?"

"Will you take me upstairs?" She wraps her legs around your waist as you hold her tight. Her eyes stare into yours with all the intent in the world.

"Oh? Oh." you figure it out before nodding and carrying her up the stairs and to her room. Wanda giggles the whole way.

Friends become lovers and lovers eventually become parents. The pathway for Wanda to find her family was a long and painful road. Luckily she met you, her best friend. The one who made that little house in Westview feel like a home.

[cherrysweather]

hi!! i'm unsure if ur still taking asks or anything, but i was wondering, if you still are, if you could write phoenix/miles with a nerdy s/o? just the type to ramble about random details from video games to things like star trek or even horror movies, they always have these little trivia facts they seem to have ready and manage to tie into the conversation.

of course if you're still doing asks!! thank you and have a wonderful day!!

Anon helluuuu! I'm sorry you had to wait a year +, but know that I really loved this ask and wanted to write it so much! I don't know if it could be useful, but I already wrote some headcanons about Edgeworth with a gamer S/O (It's this one!), so I hope you'll like this, if you still follow this blog! Thanks again and drink some water! --------------------------------------------------------------------

Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth x Nerdy!S/O:

Phoenix Wright:

Phoenix per se isn't really a fan of something in particular;

Sure, Maya taught him the ways of the Steel Samurai, Trucy taught him some magic tricks, but he prefers to not spend all his time and energy on just one thing;

But even so, he doesn't judge you, since sometimes he also understands how passionate you could be;

When he visits you, he always tries to understand what you're doing, and why it's so captivating;

Even after hours, film after film, game descriptions one after another, he just can't remember it all;

However he loves playing games with you and, depending on the film, watching your favorites and hear you afterwards explain all the detail he surely missed, the messages behind, each character personality and backstories...

Whenever he see a new film released that you might be interested in, he takes the opportunity to spend some time together doing something both of you can enjoy;

Surely, most of the time is the other way around, since you always watch out for every new announcement about a game, a film or a serie, so most of the time you're faster than him in asking to go to the cinema or buy a new game;

Whenever he can set aside some money, he happily buys you something in the lines of your passions;

The funniest part is however when you two start talking about a certain topic, and every five minutes it changes;

Starting from how the day was, to a new information you discovered about that particular character of that game, but then he answers telling you of that case where he defended someone with that exact same hair;

And it goes on;

But most of the time the talking is led by you;

He doesn't particularly hate horrors, but he surely prefers something that doesn't reminds him of any of his past cases;

So he gladly stars a quite long exchange of opinions whenever you finish to see one together.

Miles Edgeworth:

Miles probably knows a pair of films that you really like;

The rest? A mystery;

Whenever you start to rant about how that game could have had a way better sequel, he urges to find something else to do and listen to you "in the background";

Otherwise, he only comes out of there confused, speechless and sometimes with a headache;

He's taken by surprise each time you explain to him in the smallest detail how that game somewhat represents society, and the protagonist of that game is the perfect hero of who knows what kind of literature;

Don't expect him to sit alongside you while a horror film is playing;

And if he does (surely on his will) he won't watch it entirely;

In the years you two were together, Miles discovered a new way of falling asleep if he couldn't on his own;

He calls you and asks about some details or explaining of the most recent thing you played;

This is both to try and enter your world and to use your voice to empty his head and relax until falling asleep;

The first time it happened, you thought he found you boring or logorrheic, but he really just finds your voice relaxing;

And it's so cute when you get so hyped over something;

So you got along with his strategy, since you know too how difficult it is for him to fall asleep, and when he calls at impractical hours, you first check that he's ok, then just ramble about something;

Miles just puts his phone on his pillow and tries to get some sleep, answering you with "mhmh" or simply "mh" while he's awake;

Whenever he can, he does some research on what he remembers you nominated during the day and notes something of it, just to try and have a conversation with you;

Miles also tries to understand how you tie an argument with another with so much sense but at the same time with so little sense that he wants to learn to connect two things so far away from each other.

[prismaticpichu]

I saw this on TikTok and it reminded me of Sephiroth and Zack 😭

So now I'm imagining a scenario where Sephiroth questions Zack about this

Shshshshshhsus WAHHHHH!! 😭😭😭 That is SO ZackSeph coded!!! 💙💚 Parallel perfection!!!! 💕💕💖

Alongside cooking up a short fic of my own, the legendary @dyradoodles also has a fic that covers this very premise!! 💖 Enduring Camaraderie is the title. One of my all time favorites from their amazing ZS collection!!!

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“I… I just don’t understand.”

Zack glanced up from his PHS, sunny eyes blinking curiously, having been sitting on the couch beside his best friend when the enigmatic question was posed.

“Whatcha talking about, pal?”

There seemed to be something weighing down Sephiroth’s gaze as he closed the computer in his lap, silver bangs wilting over his troubled expression. “It… it just confuses me sometimes,” he explained quietly. “It confuses me tremendously. That’s all.”

“Yeah… you’re gonna have to be a liitttle more specific than that.” Zack’s countenance had sobered a little as he sat up against the arm of the sofa, sapphires growing soft with concern. “What confuses you, bud?”

Sephiroth waited a few beats before responding.

“This,” he said after a moment, gesturing with his hands around the room, emerald eyes lifting from the carpet as they drifted toward him instead. “This is what confuses me.”

“…What? My decor?” Zack blinked innocently, casting a quick glance around the paintings and knickknacks adorning the den. “I mean… I guess you could help me redecorat—“

“No, no. Not that.” Sephiroth gently shook his head. “I mean… this.” He edited his gesture so that it was signaling toward Zack and himself, velvet voice having grown soft and vulnerable in such a small swath of time, and the feline pupils carved into his irises appeared much more like glistening black orbs as he met Zack steady in the eyes.

“I mean… Us. Our camaraderie. Our friendship.”

Zack’s heart sank a few feet as he processed Seph’s delicate concern. “What about our friendship?” he blinked again. “What’s going on, bud?“

“…Nothing.” Sephiroth let his eyes float back toward the closed laptop. “It’s… it’s just. You invited me here to spend time you—to bond—and here I am, having brought my office work with me, and… and you haven’t said a single thing about it. You always tolerate me, no matter—“

“Whoah, whoah, whoah!” Zack’s voice had taken on a slightly offended tone. “I do not tolerate you, Seph. Take that back!”

For a moment, Sephiroth was stunned into silence, completely taken aback by the sudden vehemence in his friend’s voice. Even slightly cut by its blade.

And Zack’s heart immediately twisted into knots as he realized how harsh that had just came out.

Well… and for another reason.

“Hey…” Zack put down his PHS, scooting closer to his best friend. “Bud. You don’t actually think I ‘tolerate’ you… do you?”

For another meter of beats, Sephiroth was subdued into silence. Why… why was Zack trying to deny this? Wasn’t it objective? Wasn’t he always difficult to be around, a stone-cold wall of neutrality ant professionalism? That’s at least what he’d been hearing circulating around the base for years.

“Well… of course I do. You allow me to do—“

“No no no no no no.” Zack was gripping his shoulders now. “Stop with them stupid words. I don’t ‘allow’ you to do anything. I don’t tolerate shit. You know what I do, pal? I love you…” He squeezed the warrior’s unarmored shoulders, squeezing out all those hurtful and serrated thoughts. “I love every second I’m with you. I enjoy it. If I didn’t want you by my side, would I have tried with all might to become your friend…?”

Sephiroth’s mouth had fallen ajar, unsure of what to say, green eyes aching yet touched, words and emotions hovering in the small bout of silence between them.

He could only find the strength to muster one thing and one thing alone.

“…Really?”

“Of course, really…” Zack squeezed his shoulders tighter, visage melting into a quiet smile. “You’re my best friend, pal. I love you. And I love every second we’re together, whether you’re working or not! Heck…” Zack’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “You wouldn’t be the Seph I know and love if you weren’t always working your socks off.”

Sephiroth couldn’t fight his own smirk from budding at that. “Heh…” he said, knots in his soul slowly being kneaded by warm and loving hands, the truth wrapping around him like a cozy and gentle cocoon. Perhaps… perhaps he really wasn’t the burden he thought himself to be. Perhaps he could be someone whose presence was enjoyable, someone who was wanted…

Someone who was loved unconditionally, thoroughly, for everything he was.

“Therrre it is. I see that smirk!” Zack chirped, knowing his point had gotten through his friend’s stubborn head. “Can’t hide that from me.”

Sephiroth shook his bangs so that they veiled his expression. “Incorrect.

“Yeah, right!” Zack voice grew mischievous as he swiped the silver strands away. “There it is!”

“Heh. Stop it..” Sephiroth chuckled quietly as he turned away.

“Nuh-uh! Where are you goinnnn—oof!”

And in the endeavor to reaaaaachhh forward, he accidentally fell flat on top of his friend, taking him down with him in an inadvertent and Zackish belly flop.

“Get… off of me.” Sephiroth couldn’t stop the chuckles anymore, a beautiful and rich song.

“…Nah. I’m good.”

“Zack.”

“Seph!”

“Zackary.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Fine. First Class SOLDIER Zack Fair: remove yourself from your commanding officer at once.”

“Fine, fine, fine.” Zack was still laughing as he peeled himself off of his friend, watching Sephiroth straighten back against the sofa pillows, the man shaking his head in amusement and disbelief.

“I.. I do not understand how I deal with you.”

“Yeah?” Zack smirked. “But you love me anyway, don’t ya?”

His chest still rippling with quiet laughter, Sephiroth waited a moment to respond, gazing at his friend with a playfulness and fondness that would never not seem too ethereal to believe.

“Of course.”